"Come back for dinner!" Zhu Ping'an called out. The essence of this call probably came from the old mother who was deep in Zhu Ping'an's memory!
Eight...seven little girls sat down in a row and started eating again. Today's egg pancakes were mushy, but they were barely edible.
The little girls' mouths were crooked after eating, but they did not dare to speak.
Only Bahua sat next to Zhu Ping'an and still ate very deliciously. It was so delicious.
Suddenly, there were several piercing sounds in the sky, whizzing, whizzing...
One after another figures flashed in the air, all wearing Taoist robes, with flying swords on their feet, and elegant postures.
Needless to say, this is a disciple of the Kendo Sect on Jiugong Mountain galloping with a sword! If an ordinary person saw such a scene, they would definitely shout that the immortal has come to this world.
But this level of sword control is not an extraordinary magical power. It is a basic operation that many sects have.
He is really handsome!
In fact, it was common to see him, but when he saw it today, Zhu Ping'an was very angry. He looked up first, and then scolded: "Damn little yellow hair, you have learned to be cool before you have learned anything!"
Erhua also raised her head to look, and heard her senior brother cursing, and asked: "Senior brother, what is a little yellow hair?"
"Little Huangmao, just... have you seen those people above you? At an age when you can't pass the driver's license test, you can only twist the accelerator. You are not a good guy. Look at them, they think they are handsome. In my opinion , they are just street punks, don’t be deceived by these people, they are all fools with no ability to show off like this... Guys who look good but don’t look good, do you understand?”
Wish you peace...prevent love brain and prevent love brain!
"Oh...Senior brother, the art of sword control is actually..."
"Actually, the art of sword control is learned by fools. Among all the masters, who controls the sword? Ah? Do you see the master wielding the sword? Does the senior brother control the sword? Although that old man Wei is not a great master, but He's okay, but he doesn't even fly with a sword. Think about it, are these sword-wielding fools?"
Zhu Ping An probably... doesn't want others to act cool in front of his house!
"Oh, senior brother, I understand, sword control is only learned by fools!" Erhua nodded, she really understood.
"By the way, hurry up and eat. After eating, you wash the dishes!"
"Okay!" Erhua nodded and looked up again. Another one passed by in the sky. Erhua raised her hand and pointed: "Look, another fool has passed by!"
I wish you peace, nod your head, smile, and feel happy, you are a teachable child!
After finishing breakfast a few times, Zhu Ping'an got up, and then disappeared without a sword! Disappeared out of thin air!
A moment later, on top of the bronze drum of Jiugong Mountain, a man dressed in white appeared at the entrance of a main hall. His appearance was so sudden that before the guard on the trail in the distance of the main hall could spot him, he had already walked into the main hall.
After entering the temple, the young man in white took a quick look and saw that there were countless tablets on the huge shrine. The ever-lasting lamps were burning and the aroma of oil lamps enveloped them. Under the shrine, an old Taoist sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
The old Taoist didn't open his eyes and already said: "Coming?"
"Old man Qingwei, please, from now on, I will strictly instruct the disciples of the sect not to fly their swords over my head, especially the male disciples, the female ones are fine..." The young man in white had a livid face.
Old Daoist Qingwei just opened his eyes in surprise: "The disciples of the sect don't have many magical powers. Whenever they are on the road, they can only walk with swords and cannot control swords. Why is this?"
"You don't have to worry about the reason, you just can't fly over my house! Let them take a detour!" Zhu Ping'an felt embarrassed because he suddenly knew that several of his junior sisters seemed to have begun secretly reading romance novels.
This romance novel was written by a female disciple of Qingwei Lao Dao. The male protagonist in it is always wielding a sword, and he looks like such a coquettish guy.
Must be on guard!
The old Taoist Qingwei was puzzled, so he said: "You have noble people in your family, and they are kept out of sight. If you treat them so differently, you are afraid that people will guess and become suspicious..."
What Qingwei Lao Taoist said makes sense. It is normal for some people to live next to Jiugong Mountain. It is also normal for some cultivators to live there. If a disciple is suddenly not allowed to wield a sword in a certain place, it will be treated differently. How can it not cause problems? It is not good for others to be suspicious, even if they are not suspicious, it just arouses some curiosity.
Care leads to chaos. If you care about your junior sister, you will forget your master!
The boy in white Zhu Ping'an had his own reasons. He only said: "Old man Qingwei, you can't hide it after all. You are in trouble this time. I have to come. Can't I live there?"
Old Taoist Qingwei laughed when he heard this: "Taoist Master Wei said that you said you didn't want to, but you would definitely come anyway. It's true. He said that you are the one who doesn't agree with your words, so you will naturally come to discuss this matter, haha..."
Zhu Ping'an's face fell and he was too lazy to pay attention. He only said: "Thanks to your care, I have troubled you a lot these years, providing food and drink. I can't stand the old man Wei, but I still like you. This The matter needs to be discussed, what do you think we should do?"
The fact that Zhu Ping'an wants to protect the Jiugong Sword Sect is actually troublesome. But once Zhu Ping'an takes action, the whole world will know that there is an amazing figure of the younger generation in the Sword Sect.
Then this character must have an origin, what is his identity, what are his background, and where did he come from? Which special skill did you learn, and which division did you graduate from?
Otherwise, others will investigate. Once investigated, Jiugong Mountain will no longer be inhabitable, and Ning Jiushao, the remnant princess of the previous dynasty, will have to run away!
So, this matter has to be made up! It has to be made up reasonably!
Old Taoist Qingwei said with a smile: "Master Wei has great plans and plans, how can he be unprepared? He has already explained that you definitely don't want to be my disciple, so you are my junior disciple. The son of my junior uncle, who passed away more than ten years ago, has been cultivating hard beside Jiugong Mountain without caring about worldly affairs. This time the sect is in trouble, I will recruit you to support him! How about it? "
"Is this age...appropriate?" Zhu Pingan asked. Qingwei Master must be at least a hundred years old, right? How could his junior uncle have such a young son?
"It's appropriate. My junior uncle is a well-known romantic man in the world. He is not very powerful in Taoism, but he can still control women at the age of 100. How can others not believe that he is his son?" Old Taoist Qingwei smiled. , but his face was a little pale.
"It's really troublesome! Do I need to change my name?" Zhu Ping'an has a headache. Is it okay to find him a father? Will this make him feel better?
"No need to change, just call him Ping'an! His surname is Ping! Just hide the word "Zhu"!" Qingwei Taoist and Zhu Ping'an are obviously very familiar with each other.
However, among the thousands of people on Jiugong Mountain, Zhu Ping'an is only familiar with Qingwei Lao Dao. This is also the reason why the matter is kept secret. Faced with the life and death of master Ning Jiushao, Zhu Ping'an has always been cautious!
"The compilation is quite good..." Zhu Pingan nodded, satisfied.
"However, you don't know the magical skills of my Sword Dao Sect. If you use that noble man's special skills, I'm afraid it will be easy to expose..." Old Taoist Qingwei smiled with his eyes narrowed. This sentence probably came from Wei Qingshan, or between Old Taoist Qingwei and Wei Qingshan discussed the words.
Zhu Ping'an glanced coldly: "What kind of magical skills do you have... some bad tricks, a few books, it only takes three to five days!"
"Okay!" Qingwei was overjoyed. She had obviously been prepared for it. She took out the futon under her seat and handed over the three books. She then said: "Just learn, just change. You can learn how you want, how you want." Change it however you want! Change the laws of your ancestors as you wish!"
Zhu Ping'an reached out and took it: "I'll protect your life! But don't try to trick me, I don't want your mountain gate!"
"It doesn't matter, just let nature take its course..." Old man Qingwei smiled and nodded, stroking his beard slightly with his hand, as if he had some scheming...
"Let's go!" Zhu Ping'an had already turned away, and a message came from behind: "Remember, no one from Jiugong Mountain is allowed to fly swords over my house in the future! Especially male disciples!"
"It's easy to talk!" Old man Qingwei smiled with squinted eyes, watching Zhu Ping'an walk out of the hall and disappear at the entrance of the hall.
Then Master Qingwei climbed up from the futon, and was no longer in a hurry to heal his wounds. He just said: "I have a big day today, drink two cups... um... male disciples are not allowed to wield swords? Female disciples seem to be able to? Eighteen ah Eighteen, good years!”
