Sword comes

Chapter 458

There is no night ban in the town. In the dark, Chen Pingan left Niping Lane, took a detour, and led his horse to Yang's shop.

After knocking on the door, a sleepy young man opened the door. It should be the new disciple of Old Man Yang mentioned in Wei Bo's letter.

Chen Pingan apologized, "Is your master asleep?"

The boy yawned and asked back, "What do you think?"

Chen Pingan was speechless.

I'm used to the intrigue and word-worshipping on the Shujian Lake, but after a while, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

The young man frowned and asked, "Why are you looking for my master?"

Chen Pingan couldn't help laughing, and after a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "It's true that he came to see a doctor."

The boy frowned, a little confused.

Under the moonlight, the young man in sight had sunken cheeks and haggard appearance. He looked like a short-lived ghost. His accent was from his hometown, but he had never seen him before.

It's just that my master doesn't like to show up, so I probably won't make this unsolicited door-to-door deal tonight.What's more, there was such a big commotion before, and now the reputation and business of Yang's shop are not very good, and they have made enemies with a lot of neighbors in the neighborhood, and now they like to go to a pharmacy on the other side of Mooncake Lane to get medicine and see a doctor. I was too busy to panic, Master, the old man is also a strange person who has hatred against money, never caring about the lack of success in Yang's shop, his family members murmured, last year they thought of letting him change the door, and he might as well work as an errand at the Kiln Superintendent and Construction Department Yes, my uncle has cleared the way, but he himself is not very happy, he feels that dealing with those officials and lords, and bowing his head every day when he sees people, is boring.

Since old man Yang didn't intend to show up, Chen Pingan thought about coming to the shop again next time. Just as he was about to leave, a slim young woman walked out. Her skin was dark and thin, but she should be a beauty. Ping An also knew that this woman was one of Old Man Yang's disciples, the senior sister of the boy in Taoye Lane in front of him, and a kiln worker in Qilong Lane. Chen Ping'an doesn't know much about the dragon kiln in Wolong. How she became a kiln worker back then, but I guess she did some rough talking and tiring work. After all, the rules of the ancestors are left there, and almost everyone abides by them. Compared with the restrictions on monks on the mountains outside The precepts of the Patriarch Hall seem to be more effective.

The woman's voice was like a sharpening stone, extremely hoarse and rough, and she said slowly: "Master said, I can't help you. From now on, you can talk about the past, but you can't buy or sell."

Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "Tell your master, I will visit you later."

The woman hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the long sword behind Chen Pingan, "The guest is a pure martial artist."

Chen Pingan asked: "You too"

The woman was silent.

Chen Pingan asked: "Where does Zheng Dafeng live now?"

Only then did the woman continue to speak: "He likes to hang around the county town and doesn't come to the shop often."

Chen Pingan glanced at her, and the sleepy-eyed boy from Taoye Lane, smiled and led the horse away.

The two people who were born and bred probably still don't know who their master is, how many saints of the three religions have been received in this Yang's shop, and what it means to recognize old man Yang as a master and apprentice.

I don't know if anyone ever saw me that way back then.

When the boy closed the shop door, he complained to the senior sister who was standing there motionless: "I don't like this sick guy, his eyes are cold."

She was too poor and hungry when she was young, and she suffered too much hard work when she was a girl. As a result, until now, the girl's figure is just like that of an ordinary city girl. A distant figure holding a sword on his horse's back.

She is the senior sister of the teenager, with a stable mood, so she came into contact with some of the master's power earlier. In less than three years, she is now a pure warrior of the fourth realm, but in order to break through the most difficult bottleneck of the third realm, She would rather die of pain than swallow the ointment in the porcelain bottle, so she got through that pass, the master didn't care at all, just sat there swallowing clouds, not even watching coldly, because The old man didn't look at her at all, only caring about his own wandering.

After she struggled to sit up soaked in blood, she covered her face with her hands and wept with joy.Surviving a catastrophe will bring blessings, the old saying will not lie.

The old man glanced sideways at the disciple who survived the catastrophe, knocked on the pipe on the steps, and finally said, "Your character and tenacity are only half of that of a certain person. I am very happy about that person, who is not a few years older than you." , I was born as an apprentice of the Dragon Kiln back then, not as good as you. I was helpless earlier, and everything depended on myself. Breaking through the three realms in three years, is it amazing? But I have a suggestion, the next time he breaks up the gift of martial arts again, you should hold the bowl, kneel on the ground, and catch what he doesn’t want. Even he can’t compare it, how dare you Ask Zheng Dafeng who Cao Ci is young and not thin-skinned, but I have taken in a good disciple. Would you like me to go to your sissy uncle's grave, toast and thank you?"

The master either doesn't speak, and every time he speaks, the words can make people feel heartbroken.

She is like this, and her junior brother Shi Lingshan is not much better.The only difference is that the younger brother dared to complain in private, but she didn't dare.

Chen Ping led his horse to the edge of the town, Li Huai's house was there, stopped for a while, walked out of the end of the alley, got on his horse, and first went to the nearest small hill, which he bought with only one gold coin. Zhenzhu Mountain, driving on the top of the hill, overlooking the town, in the middle of the night, there are lights everywhere, Fulu Street, Taoye Lane, County Government Office, Kiln Supervision and Construction Office.If you turn your head and look northwest, at Xinjun City, which is located in the north of the mountains, thousands of lights are gathered together, so that the night sky is slightly dimmed with yellow light. From this, you can see the bustle there. You must be in it, and the lights must be like daylight prosperous scene.

Zhenzhu Mountain is the smallest mountain among the mountains in the west. It is so small that it cannot be smaller. The reason why Chen Pingan bought it at the beginning was simple and cheap. Other than that, he didn't have any complicated thoughts.

At that time, I also thought about building a hut on Zhenzhu Mountain, so that it would be more convenient to go to the town, anyway, it was only a few steps away.Going back and forth from Zhenzhu Mountain and Niping Lane, even if it is on foot, does not take much effort.

Sitting on the horseback, Chen Ping'an kept looking back from the outline of the town in the night, and saw a route out of the town and into the mountains. When he was young, he once carried a big basket on his back, went into the mountains to collect herbs, and staggered. During the scorching heat, his shoulders were so hot and sore from the rope. At that time, he felt like he was carrying an ancestral house in Mud Ping Lane. It was the first time in his life that Chen Pingan wanted to give up. He persuaded himself with a very legitimate reason: you are young, and I’m too young, I’ll talk about the matter of collecting herbs tomorrow, at worst, I’ll get up early tomorrow and go into the mountains in the early morning, so I don’t want to drive in the sun anymore, and I didn’t see any young and strong men working in the fields along the way

Chen Pingan exhaled lightly, turned the horse's head, and descended Zhenzhu Mountain.

Now when entering the mountain, the avenue is flat and wide, linking the tops of the mountains, and it is no longer rough and difficult to walk in the past.

The mountains are stretching, even if there is a road, Luopo Mountain is located in the south of the mountains, and it still takes a lot of time to go all the way from Zhenzhu Mountain in the east. In addition, Chen Ping'an walked slowly, as if he wanted to see more roads The scenery on every mountain top often stops, otherwise it is to lead a horse, so it is already a day and two nights after Chen Pingan arrived at the boundary of Luoluo Mountain, this is still under the premise that Qu Huang's feet are far stronger than ordinary horses.

When Chen Ping'an was riding a horse, he would occasionally pinch the horse's belly lightly, and Qu Huang would tighten the horse's hooves in a tacit understanding, leaving a series of horseshoe marks on the road, and then Chen Ping'an turned his head to look.

In these years, it has often been like this. Finding some boring things to do is not only a pleasure in hardship, but also a sneak in.

In the eyes of Zeng Ye Ma Duyi and Gu Can, the accountant who is silent most of the time, often has these weird little things.

He would squat on the ground and draw a chessboard with stones, or study those go-styles over and over again, or play a game of backgammon with himself.

One person rides one, and the mountain gradually goes farther and farther.

Wei Bo, who should have been the first to know Chen Pingan's whereabouts, never showed up.

You must know that not only Longquan County, but also the watersheds under the jurisdiction of Longxu River and Tiefu River, as well as the Xiuhua River and the mansion of the ghost in a wedding dress with a plaque hanging on the beautiful water and high winds, all belong to the Beiyue boundary. Weibo lives high in Piyun Mountain , Looking down at all beings, especially those Qi practitioners, they can see clearly.

However, Wei Bo did not appear early, which was unexpected, but within reason.

In the early years, the relationship between the two was not deep. At first, they relied on a Liang to maintain their relationship. Later, they gradually became friends. There was a sense of "friendship between gentlemen". "Beiyue is in charge of the territory and helped to put an amulet of the Beiyue Mountain Temple on Chen Pingan's body. But now that the two are deeply involved and tend to be allies, we have to talk about avoiding suspicion. Even if it is superficial, we have to Do it, otherwise the Dali court will probably feel unhappy. You, Wei Bo, are the first god of the Five Sacred Mountains that our court enshrines, so you just join forces with others to do business, and then kill the Dali Song family Even if Wei Bo was willing to do this, Chen Pingan would not dare to take advantage of Dali Song's face, relying on his identity as the righteous God of Beiyue, who has already secured his pocket, to be arrogant and domineering, and to grab real benefits for himself and others. Promise, the business of getting rich overnight, and the friendship that lasts for a long time, the latter is obviously more secure.

What's more, Wei Bo has always thought deeply and acted before planning, so he is trustworthy.

Otherwise, Chen Pingan would not have sent so many letters to Piyun Mountain over the years.

At dawn, I finally arrived at the foot of Luobo Mountain.

An archway building was built at the mountain gate, but no plaque has been hung yet. In fact, there is a mountain god temple on the top of Luopo Mountain, and a plaque of the mountain god should be hung. It's just that the mountain god who was born as a former kiln supervisor has bad luck. Not to mention that Chen Ping'an is "under the fence" of Luopo Mountain where his family business is based, and his relationship with Wei Bo is very tense. In addition, there is an unpredictable martial arts master living in the bamboo building, and there is another The giant black python often wanders around Luopo Mountain. Back then, Li Xisheng used the little snow cone to write characters on the wall of the bamboo building, which caused the whole Luobo Mountain to fall a little bit. The mountain temple was the most affected. Among the three mountain temples in Longquan County, the temple of the mountain god in Luopo Mountain has the most bleak incense. This mountain god who has a golden body after his death is not lovable at all.

Wei Bo walked down the mountain slowly, with Shi Rou following far behind.

Chen Ping got off his horse and asked with a smile, "Where are Pei Qian and the others?"

Wei Bo gloated and said, "I deliberately didn't tell them your whereabouts. The three little fellows thought that you, the master and gentleman, were going to return to Longquan County from Hongzhu Town, and now you must be waiting. As for Zhu Lian, In the past few days, I was wandering around the county city, and said that I accidentally fell in love with a good seedling who practiced martial arts. I dare not say that there is hope for the golden body, so I want to give it to my young master when he returns home. An opener."

Chen Pingan and Wei Bo walked side by side, Shi Rou still followed from a distance, but he and Chen Pingan just nodded at each other, it was regarded as a greeting.

Chen Pingan apologized: "I'm really sorry for the delay in buying the mountain."

Wei Bo, who was dressed in white, walked on the mountain road like a god on the lake, with a golden earring hanging on one side of his ear. He was really a god among gods. The talks are about to collapse, the Dali court thinks that Niujiaoshan Fairy’s Ferry is not suitable for selling to monks, and should be included in the Dali military. With this as a reason, it has clearly shown signs of repentance, and at most it will sell you and me one or two The mountain tops on the side, big and useless, can be regarded as a little compensation for face, and I can't insist on it anymore, but when the new year comes, the Dali Rites Department temporarily put this matter on hold, and the first month is over, and the master of the Dali Rites Department will wait until the end of the year. We finished our work, finished the festival, had enough food and drink, and returned to Longquan County again, but suddenly changed our tone and said that we can wait a little longer, so I figured that you should have ended up in Shujian Lake smoothly."

Chen Ping smiled bitterly and said, "It's not going well at all."

Wei Bo turned his head to look at the current appearance of Chen Ping'an, laughed and said: "It can be seen that it is only slightly better than the body and bones that ordinary people must go through when they enter the divine way. It is terrible. Pei Qian and the others saw you , most likely won’t recognize it.”

Chen Pingan scratched his head and sighed, "Even if the purchase of the mountain is settled, I still have a debt on Shujian Lake."

Wei Bo smiled and said: "After all, it's just a headache about money. It's better than the ups and downs in the beginning, and I'm wrong in everything. It's too much."

Chen Ping smiled, nodded and said, "That's the reason."

Wei Bo said suddenly: "I don't have any money to lend you, I'm just an empty shell of a Beiyue god, but if you can use this to abduct the gods for money, you can just take it, and if you earn money, it's your job."

Chen Ping gently rubbed his hands together, and said with a smile, "This is so embarrassing."

Wei Bo was stunned for a moment, and he sounded different from the Chen Pingan back then, as if he would go downhill if he was not careful, and really wanted to pull the tiger-skin banner of Beiyue Zhengshen to earn money Wei Bo Bo hurriedly patted Chen Ping'an on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "It's okay to be sorry, but I don't have the nerve to make you embarrassed, my friend, let's be considerate to each other."

Shi Rou followed the two from a distance. To be honest, she was really shocked when she saw Chen Pingan for the first time at the gate of Luopo Mountain.

It's been a few years, and a lot has changed.

Could it be that without Sui Youyou, Lu Baixiang, Wei Xian, and Zhu Lian by his side, he could only roam the Shujian Lake alone, and then gave Yexiu countless Shujian Lakes to show his original shape, and he was so miserable that he was able to leave alive Shi Rou would not underestimate Chen Ping'an because of the famous place of right and wrong in Aquarius Island. After all, Shujian Lake is lawless. Over the past few years, through Zhu Lian's chatting with the mountain god Wei Bo, She knew a little bit about the inside story, and understood that Chen Pingan, even with Zhu Lian by his side, was destined to be unable to rely on his fists to fight a bloody path at the Shujian Lake. It's too late, not to mention that there will be Liu Laocheng returning to Shujian Lake later, and he is the only wild cultivator in the fifth realm in Aquarius Island.

Chen Pingan said: "Tell Pei Qian and the others, don't make them foolishly wait in Hongzhu Town."

Wei Bo smiled knowingly, nodded, whistled once, and said, "Go back quickly, Chen Ping'an is already in Luoba Mountain."

For example, a leaf of duckweed whirls in the turbulent water and disappears in a flash.

Then, near the eaves of a roof in Hongzhu Town, Wei Bo's familiar voice sounded beside Pei Qian and the three little guys.

Pei Qian, who was resting his cheeks, widened his eyes, "Really?"

The boy in Tsing Yi, who was lying on the roof basking in the sun, rubbed his chin, "I think Wei Bo is bluffing people, he is full of food, and he is teasing us."

The girl in the pink skirt sitting next to Pei Qian said softly, "Mr. Wei probably wouldn't lie to people about this kind of thing, would he?"

Pei Qian stood up abruptly, clenched his fists with both hands, and bumped lightly, "My master is really elusive, he hit the three of us by surprise without making a sound, what do you think is terrible?"

The girl in the pink skirt covered her mouth and smiled.

The little boy in Tsing Yi said unhappily: "What a fart, we have waited here for so many days for nothing, seeing that I will ask him for red envelopes as soon as we meet, I will be impatient with Chen Pingan if there is one less."

Pei Qian turned his head to look at the little boy in Tsing Yi, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist with one small hand, and said earnestly: "Friends are friends, but the world is big, and the master is the biggest. If you are so unruly, you will be here one day." If you want to take advantage of my master, I will take your dog's head."

It's very old-fashioned, which is Pei Qian's usual style.

Probably because of his young age, he likes to say big and weird things, so it's hard for people to tell which of Pei Qian's words is the truth and which ones are unintentional words that can be ignored.

The little boy in Tsing Yi rolled his eyes and said, "Just rely on your three-legged cat kung fu."

Pei Qian shook his head, "I know the old cook well, please ask him to beat you to death, and I'll take your dog's head again, it's not wrong."

The girl in the pink skirt was a little nervous, for fear that the two guys would fight if they disagreed.

Although the two of them often quarreled and quarreled, they had never really done anything. The two of them often liked "Wen Dou", talked about some magical magic that moved mountains and seas, and competed.

The little boy in Tsing Yi weighed the weight of a martial artist traveling far away, and the relationship between that old cook and Pei Qian, and Wei Bo, a snobbish eye, seemed to admire Pei Qian very much. She said flatteringly: "Nvxia Pei, why can't you take a joke so hard? Chen Ping'an is your master and also my master. The family makes money with harmony. What's more, I'm not a dog. I'm a dog." A big dragon that has been patted on the shoulder by the three Taoist masters several times, in our Lizhu Dongtian and Longquan County, whoever dares to rely on my heroism, you should respect me more, and don't talk about this kind of injury in the future. Talking in a friendly way, childish, not good."

Pei Qian said seriously: "I'm not joking with you, we people in the world, every spittle is a nail"

The kid in Tsing Yi said with a playful smile, "I know, I know."

The girl in the pink skirt let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't fall out, otherwise she really didn't know how to be a peacemaker.

The three of them skimmed water on the roofs of Hongzhu Town, and soon left the town and entered the mountains. A big black snake entrenched in no one's place swam out, and a deep trace was crushed on its abdomen. The momentum was astonishing, and Pei Qian took the lead in jumping Put the head of the black snake on Luopo Mountain, sit cross-legged, and stack the bamboo knife and bamboo sword on your knees.

The girl in the pink skirt sat in the center of the back of the black snake.

The little boy in Tsing Yi stood on the tail of the black snake, shaking it, but when he looked at the slender back of that Heitan girl, he felt a little hazy in his heart. In the previous moment, he felt the natural oppression of Heitan girl again.

This uncomfortable feeling made him very uncomfortable.

The first time they noticed something strange about Pei Qian was in the mountains. They chased and intercepted the spirited dirt dog. A small blood trough finally blocked the way of that "wild dog". Pressing the handle of the knife, she slowly pushed the knife out of its sheath. She bent her waist and stared at the wild dog. When the bamboo knife was out of its sheath an inch, her eyes became hot.

From that time on, the little boy in Tsing Yi no longer regarded Pei Qian as a little girl who knew nothing about the world.

He was even a little puzzled, Chen Pingan, who is quite an upright gentleman, why did he find such a little freak as his disciple or the great disciple of Kaishan?

Black Snake, who was born in Qidun Mountain, is very familiar with the mountain road back home.

Pei Qian, and the little boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt, the three of them had their own thoughts.

Pei Qian tapped the black snake's head lightly with the bottom of the scabbard, frowned and said: "Don't be lazy, hurry up, or one day I will learn the crazy sword technique, and I will use you to practice my hands."

"Under your seat" the black snake had no choice but to speed up.

On the other side of Lost Mountain.

Chen Ping returned to the bamboo building with mixed feelings.

Along the way, Wei Bo and Chen Ping'an had already finished their conversations, and the mountain and water deity, who was a god of nature and supernatural powers, returned to Piyun Mountain first.

Shi Rou looked at Chen Pingan's back on the second floor, hesitated for a moment, moved a bamboo chair, and sat under the eaves, curious about the relationship between Chen Pingan and the old man surnamed Cui.

The old man was not like a pure martial artist, but more like an old Confucian scholar who retired to the mountains. Wei Bo and Zhu Lian seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they didn't say anything in front of her, as if the old man didn't exist.

At the beginning, the old man wanted to cultivate Pei Qian, but he just squeezed his muscles and bones lightly, and Pei Qian rolled all over the floor, his nose and tears covered his face, and he looked at the old man pitifully. Taking advantage of the awkward expression of stepping on dog shit, Pei Qian took advantage of the old man's daze, and ran away on tiptoe. After that, he didn't get close to the bamboo building for several days, wandering among the mountains, and then he just left the mountain to the west , went to the pastry shop in Qilong Lane, and became a small shopkeeper, anyway, he just didn't want to see the old man anyway.After that, the old man surnamed Cui gave up on Pei Qian. Occasionally, he stood on the second floor and looked at the scenery. I was very happy, which made the old man in a Confucian shirt a little helpless.

Chen Pingan knocked on the door and entered.

The old man surnamed Cui sat cross-legged, opened his eyes, and looked at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan was sitting opposite the old man, carrying the fairy sword on his back, and the Yangjian gourd hanging from his waist.

The old man felt that the sword was a bit of an eyesore, and as for the Yangjian gourd, it was a little better, Jianghu Erlang, drinking some wine is nothing, "Only relying on these foreign objects, I was able to leave that filthy place alive."

Chen Pingan said: "I can't say it, but without this sword, I really can't survive. On Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, I was almost beaten to death by a wild cultivator in the fifth realm."

The old man sneered: "If people really want to kill you, it doesn't matter whether they have this sword or not."

Chen Pingan said: "It's between whether you can kill or not, without this sword, the possibility of being able to kill will be very high."

The old man frowned displeased.

Chen Pingan slowly said: "On the road of martial arts, of course we must pursue the word "purity", but if you deliberately put yourself in danger of life and death again and again for the sake of perfect purity, I don't think it's good. Even if there are two or three more times, but one day, you will encounter a hurdle that you cannot overcome, and then you will die. I think the purity of boxing practice must first cultivate the mind, which is more pure than those who practice Taoism on the mountain First, make sure that your mind is clean, and when you punch, there are many foreign objects mixed in, and you will have the opportunity to peel them off afterwards. This is the pure foundation of martial arts. Otherwise, the road of martial arts will be long and difficult. There is a dead end waiting ahead, if you still like to tell yourself that you will die, you will die, how can you go far?"

The old man propped his fists on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and said with a sneer, "Why, after wandering around for a few years, I feel that I am capable enough to talk nonsense with me."

When the old man moved forward a few minutes, in the room on the second floor of the bamboo building, there was an instant flood of punches rushing towards Chen Ping'an.

Even Shi Rou outside the bamboo building sensed the astonishing aura that the flood was about to burst.

Chen Pingan sat on the spot, standing still, with such a body shape, such a state of mind, both physically and mentally.

If there is a strong wind blowing in the room.

Chen Pingan kept sliding backwards, but his back was still straight, even with his back against the wall, he still didn't change his sitting posture at all.

The old man sighed, and there seemed to be a look of pity in his eyes, "Chen Pingan, are you already so afraid of death after a trip to Shujian Lake? Don't you wonder why you haven't been able to break through the bottleneck of the Five Realms? Do you really think it's you?" Repression is the result of you not daring to delve into it yourself.”

Chen Pingan remained silent.

The old man looked at the haggard young man leaning against the wall, "Fear of death is fear of death, you dare not admit it, of course, you have all kinds of reasons for fear of death, I will not laugh at you because of it, but, worldly affairs The interesting thing is this, whether you practice martial arts or cultivate Taoism, no matter whether your thinking is reasonable or not, your reasoning is correct, but unfortunately, you cannot use a reason that is correct for you to convince you. Your own heart. Now you want to practice swords, and this obsession is getting deeper and deeper. I guess you have often had thoughts in the past few years in Shujian Lake. One is that Wufu seems not strong enough, and the other is that the sword fairy is too chic. This is human nature, you have never seen my real shot, but you have walked through the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and believe that the sword fairy you have seen with your own eyes , not just one or two."

Chen Pingan hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to refute.

The old man said with a smile: "Back then, I used too many punches, and I punched with a sense of proportion. I made your road to the three realms of martial arts extremely smooth, so although you did suffer too much pain, the road was very smooth. Naturally, it is my strength. It will not hurt your body and mind, let alone your heart. But the sword fairy you have seen does not care about the state of mind of a young martial artist. Opening the sea of ​​clouds angrily, it's like a casual slap, making big holes in your heart, and you are a half-student who likes to introspect, and likes to turn around when there is nothing to do, to see if you have gone astray, I never thought that every time I look back, I have to subconsciously look at those holes, like contemplating an abyss, like looking into a deep well, falling deep into it, unable to extricate myself."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I was aware of this in the old dragon city. The sword repairs in Jiaolonggou left and right had a great influence on me. In addition, the sword that broke the sky in the Wei and Jin Dynasties before, and the old dragon city Fan Junmao flies to Osmanthus Island, a sword in the sea of ​​clouds"

Speaking of this, Chen Pingan looked solemn, "But after entering Shujian Lake, I am not unaware of it as my predecessors said. In fact, on the contrary, I have consciously eliminated this influence little by little."

The old man laughed and said, "When you throw stones into the well, you have to be careful every time. Try not to splash water at the bottom of the well. Are you filling it full?"

Chen Ping suddenly realized, reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked, "If you dare to ask senior, what should I do?"

The old man sneered and said: "It seems that the trip to Shujian Lake has made you look haggard, and even your brain, which was okay before, has rusted."

Chen Ping just stared at the old man.

The old man was silent for a moment, "Fortunately, some things haven't been thrown away, otherwise there is really no hope."

The old man raised a fist, "Practice martial arts."

The old man raised his other hand and put his fingers together, "Practice the sword."

Then the old man stood up with both hands, condescending, overlooking Chen Pingan, and said: "Even if you can have both, then how to separate the primary from the secondary, and how to prioritize at the moment, I didn't think about anything, it was a mess, and I was confused all day long." , deserves you to be circling around the gates of the city gates, still complacent, telling yourself that it's not that you can't break through the bottleneck, but that you just don't want to. After all, it's really easy for you to enter the sixth realm, but it's like a person's crotch full of shit, Entering the house from the outside, I mistakenly thought that I could change into clean clothes after entering the house. In fact, the feces were also brought into the house. In this way, from the fifth realm to the sixth realm, I have the nerve to go up to the second floor and come to see me."

The old man stomped lightly.

Chen Pingan's back was blown tightly against the wall by the strong wind blowing towards his face. He had to put his elbows against the wall of the bamboo building, and tried his best not to let the back of his head lean against the wall.

A stream of pure true energy in the body is like a fire dragon swimming through the orifice.

The old man narrowed his eyes, still standing where he was, but suddenly raised his foot and kicked in the direction of Chen Ping's forehead. With a bang, the back of Chen Ping's head hit the wall hard, and the pure qi in his body followed. Standing still, like a mountain with a heavy weight, the fire dragon can only crawl on the ground.

The old man clicked his tongue and said: "Chen Pingan, you have never thought about why you have not practiced boxing for three years, and you can still hold your breath. You know, boxing intentions can still be self-improved when not practicing boxing, but the bones of your body can support you I have never questioned myself when I really thought I was a martial artist in the Golden Body Realm."

Chen Pingan had difficulty breathing and his face was distorted.

I knew that I would have to suffer a lot when I returned to the bamboo building this time, but I didn't expect it to be so straightforward.

But the old man's question made Chen Ping'an feel like "reining in a horse from a cliff", and his mind suddenly stopped like a hitch.

The old man raised his foot again, and kicked Chen Ping'an's abdomen at the wall with his tiptoe. A ray of punching energy just hit the extremely small fire dragon's true energy.

Chen Pingan vaguely noticed that the fire dragon's head, tail, and four claws suddenly burst out three strings of sounds like firecrackers and spring thunder outside the door of his heart.

The old man said: "Obviously there is a person who has practiced, and used a very brilliant and unique technique to quietly nourish your pure qi. If I read correctly, it must be a master of Taoism. With the head of a zhenqi fire dragon, planted Entering three flame seeds, as an inner courtyard of the Taoist Heavenly Palace, using the method of fire refining, it will help you to open up the spine joints of this fire dragon inch by inch, so that you can hope that the bone body will be full of glory, take a step ahead, and skip the six realms. The effect of hardening the foundation of the golden body in advance is like the gold and jade body pursued by the cultivators. The handwriting is not too big, but it is ingenious and ingenious, and the fire is very good. Tell me, who is it?"

Chen Pingan looked at a loss.

Now that the old man had seen his roots, he stopped embarrassing Chen Pingan and restrained his momentum. Chen Pingan sat against the wall, sweating profusely.

In the end, Chen Ping'an consonantly moved, and said with a wry smile: "I once met a friend's master, Daoist Huolong Daoist. Now that I think about it, the Taoist with the fire dragon embroidered on his taoist robe really stretched out his finger and pointed Hit me a few times."

The barefoot old man frowned, "Why does this old god give you a chance for nothing?"

On the road of practice, fortune and misfortune depend on each other, so we must pay attention to it.

Chen Pingan wiped off his sweat and said with a smile, "I just gave that friend a small seal carved by the Great Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain."

The old man nodded, "The monks on the top of the mountain don't want to be in debt, and they are afraid of karma. If you give it away and he pays it back, it makes sense."

Then the old man suddenly asked, "That's all."

Before Chen Pingan could say anything.

The old man kicked, and Chen Ping'an hit the wall on the forehead like a heavy hammer, and passed out directly. The old man didn't even give Chen Ping'an a chance to slander his mother.

The old man sneered and said, "You are so young, you are so dull, you really deserve a beating."

Another kick, kicking Chen Ping'an's body against the wall, bounced after falling to the ground, and just woke up a little bit because of the pain, then passed out because of the pain again.

From the beginning to the end, the old man did not deliberately hide his aura and words.

Under the eaves of the bamboo building, the female ghost Shi Rou sat on a small green bamboo chair, embarrassed, swallowed, and suddenly felt that compared to Chen Pingan who was beaten to death as soon as she climbed the building, her past few years in Luoluo Mountain was really too much It's a fairy day.