Sword comes

Chapter 536 1 Continent and the Earth All Raised Swords

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The two Taoists, one year old and one young, can only walk on foot according to the local rules, and the old Taoist is no exception. Walking on the bank of the river with his disciples, the young Taoist Zhang Shanfeng opened his eyes.

The Yingyin Chen family deserves to be the family that monopolizes the word "alcohol Confucianism".

In fact, it's not impossible to hire a carriage to go to the Chen's ancestral hall, but it's really a pity, even if Zhang Shanfeng agrees, the money in his pocket will not agree.

Fortunately, Zhang Shanfeng is used to the rivers and lakes, but he feels a little guilty, letting the old master suffer along with him. Although the master's cultivation base may not be high, he has already been bigu after all. In fact, the journey of hundreds of miles may not be so difficult. There must be filial piety, right?However, every time Zhang Shanfeng turned his head, Master would walk while dozing off while chickens pecking at the rice, Zhang Shanfeng was a little impressed, Master really walked without delaying his sleep.

Passing by a blue stone cliff by the river, Zhang Shanfeng saw a young man in a Confucian shirt, with his back to the two of them, master and apprentice, sitting there in a daze.

Huolong Daoist opened his eyes and said with a smile: "He is also a sleeper, so he will definitely have a bright future."

Zhang Shanfeng said aggrievedly: "Master, when I went up the mountain, I was young and loved to sleep. Why didn't Master say that? Why did my senior brother use chicken feathers as an arrow every time and ask me to get up to practice? Senior brother Xiang Zhi always said that his aptitude was the same as his. Well, it would be a pity if I didn't practice diligently, so even if the master doesn't care, he, the senior brother, can't see me wasting my predestined relationship to practice on the mountain. Well, I didn't realize until the end that the senior brother Xiangzhi was actually only at the cave realm. , but senior brother always speaks in such a loud tone that I always think he is a golden core earth immortal. So when senior brother died of old age, he cried me so badly. I'm also a little disappointed, I always feel that I'm stupid and lazy, and I can't even cultivate the cave realm in this life."

Master Huolong said with a smile: "How can master's decree become a chicken feather? Besides, how can the realm of the cave mansion be so low?"

Outside of Laidi Peak, there are Taixia, Taoshan, Baiyun, and Zhixuan under the Huolong Daoist's four main veins. It's taboo, but Taixia Yuanjun Li Yu and other monks who opened the peak did not allow their disciples to go to the Padi Peak to disturb the real person's sleep, and the monks of the Padi Peak are notoriously not fond of going out, and their cultivation is indeed not tall.

Therefore, regardless of their seniority, almost everyone is like Gu Mo, the closed disciple of Taixia Yuanjun. For the uncles and uncles of Lidifeng, or the uncles and uncles of the masters, the only impression left is Seniority is high, Taoism is low.

During this period, among the Taoist priests of Padifeng, probably several mountain peaks were deceived the most. Perhaps in the eyes of great monks like Yuan Jun Li Yu and the others, this little brother belonged to the lamplight and was hopelessly dark. The master and this junior brother get along very well, so they dare not add anything to the liking.

It’s not a big deal, when Zhang Shanfeng threatened to go down the mountain to kill demons, Master Huolong tricked his disciples again, saying that since he went down the mountain to practice, he should go farther, because there are no monsters around the Lidi Peak.

As a result, when Zhang Shanfeng left, he not only directly stayed away from Ladifeng, but also traveled to Baopingzhou. Except for Taixia Yuanjun who was in retreat at that time, the founders of Taoshan, Baiyun and Zhixuan three veins, in fact They were all a little flustered, for fear that there would be accidents if the younger brother was too far away from his own mountain, especially Xuanfeng, a Taoist in Yupu Realm whose combat power could be regarded as a fairyland, and they all hoped that Master would allow him to leave Beiju Luzhou, Go to Aquarius Continent and protect Zhang Shanfeng secretly, but Huolong Daoist did not agree, saying that priests can cultivate their own way, and it is impossible for someone to protect the way.

The patriarch Kaifeng of the three veins felt that there was still something wrong, but the master had always said what he said was the law and did not dare to disobey it, but the patriarch of the Baiyun lineage, together with the other two juniors, felt that the master was not interested in the junior , as seniors, they must shoulder the responsibility of protecting the Dao, and then the Taoist old god and the two juniors found an excuse that couldn't be faulted, went down the mountain, changed their route, and quietly escorted Zhang Shanfeng for a ride.

Therefore, Master Baiyun knew about Zhang Shanfeng's dangerous experience of slaying demons and demons at the foot of the mountain, and the loss of mood after the ups and downs, which meant that the other two veins were also clear, especially when the Master Zhixuan learned that Zhang Shanfeng was depressed. Boarding the Dajiao Mountain ferry, Patriarch Taoshan pinched his fingers and turned pale with fright. The former couldn't bear it any longer, so he planned to let Junior Brother Zhixuanfeng go down the mountain with his sword on his back even if Master forbids him to follow him, for the little one. The younger brother protected the way, never thought that Huolong Daoist suddenly appeared and stopped them, pointing to Xuanfeng Patriarch who wanted to explain something, but the master slapped his head and pushed back to pointing Xuanfeng's retreat grotto On the side, when Huolong Daoist turned his head and looked at the direct disciple of Taoshan with a smile, the latter immediately said that he didn't need to bother Master, and went back to the mountain for retreat.

after that.

The patriarch of the Baiyun lineage received a message from Feijian from the Patriarch Hall of the Padi Peak, and immediately rushed back to the Padi Peak obediently, and was scolded without any suspense.

But when they left Laidi Peak, their faces were full of joy. The two junior brothers Taoshan and Zhixuan only found out at that moment that the master scolded the senior brother and rewarded the senior brother with a jujube.

Well, everything is basically in the hands of the master. It depends on who is more courageous, who cares more about the younger brother, and dares to risk being held accountable by the master, and resolutely go down the mountain to escort him?Both of them are masters, they understood everything in an instant, so they pointed to Patriarch Xuanfeng and chased after the senior brother from Baiyun's lineage, saying that they wanted to have a sparring match.It's a pity that the senior brother escaped quickly and didn't give the junior brother a chance to vent his anger.

When we arrived at Qingshiya by the river, we were actually close to the Chen family, with a distance of tens of miles. For those who practice Taoism, even if they don't want to resist the wind, at least in terms of mentality, there are still only a few steps left.

Zhang Shanfeng opened his mouth and reminded: "Master, although we are invited this time, we still have to have the etiquette of visiting at home. Don't be like that time in Zhongtu Mirage. Stomping feet is considered to be a greeting to the master, but it is necessary to pay a visit." The other party showed up to see us."

Huolong Daoist nodded and smiled, "Okay."

Zhang Shanfeng asked suspiciously: "Those books bought by the book shop, will those scholars not think we are rude?"

Master Huolong shook his head and said, "Giving books to scholars is the greatest gift in the world."

Zhang Shanfeng felt a little relieved.

In fact, the young Taoist priests don't know who their master and apprentice saw until now.

Zhang Shanfeng thought of one thing, "Master, we cultivators embrace the mountains, cleanse our hearts and minds with the aura of mountains and rivers, do not visit princes, and have not courted the emperor. But how do Confucian disciples practice? Really can only rely on reading Is it? But reading in this way can cultivate the realm, so wouldn’t everyone in the world be able to practice? If someone secretly took the books of Haoran Tianxia to other worlds, especially the wild world, wouldn’t it be a great disaster? The monster clan has a large group of monks in vain, and as a result, the more monster clan can attack the Great Wall of Sword Qi, what should we do?"

Huolong Daoist laughed and said: "These questions are indeed good questions, but I shouldn't be an old Taoist to answer them, otherwise it would be really impolite. Isn't it?"

Zhang Shanfeng suddenly felt a gust of breeze blowing on his face, turned his head to look, and saw an old Confucian scholar in green shirt walking not far away, nodded and smiled, "Before answering the question, would you like to know what books you brought for me?"

Daoist Huolong patted his disciple on the shoulder, "Shan Feng, do you see that someone asked you for a gift."

Zhang Shanfeng hurriedly made a call, called Mr. Chen, then took off the package and took out three books.

The old man took the hand, glanced at it, felt a little helpless, and after thanking the young Taoist priest, he still put it in his sleeve.

He, Chen Chun'an, is regarded by the world as the No. 1 disciple of the sub-sage lineage.

As a result, the great celestial master with a different surname from Longhushan gave him three books that should have been forbidden to be destroyed by the lineage of literary sages.

After receiving the book, Chen Chun'an said: "Confucian disciples, in fact, practice roughly the same way as Taoism, but it is replaced by cultivating the noble spirit in your heart. You hold the Tao in the mountains, stay away from the human world, and open up a pure state where things and I are clean. Then we scholars are nothing more than "studying behind closed doors is deep in the mountains". As for the place and method of cultivating the Tao, they are the study room, the books of sages and sages, and the principles contained in the words in the books. But in this, of course, the threshold is still Yes, not everyone can really practice by reading the book. For example, the method of breathing for beginners is still necessary. It needs gentlemen and sages to pass it on to Confucian scholars in the academy. Many great writers, many old Confucian scholars who are full of poetry and books, still cannot rely on reading to prolong their lives."

Zhang Shanfeng felt that this statement was quite mysterious, but he still saluted and said, "Thank you Mr. Guo for clarifying the confusion."

Chen Chun'an said with a smile: "There is no need to be more polite. A scholar who reads books, and a cultivator who cultivates the Tao, he is considered a fellow-dweller. The etiquette is simple and mellow, not complicated but not superficial."

In fact, there was Zhang Shanfeng's last question. Chen Chun'an didn't know the answer, but deliberately didn't explain it.

Contrary to what the young Taoist thought, Confucianism has never stopped the spiritual beings in the world from studying and practicing.

This is the rule established by Li Sheng.

Zhang Shanfeng turned his head and looked at his master.

Master Huolong laughed angrily: "Why, you just met an imaginary extraterrestrial expert on the side of the road, and you want to dislike your master for not being a god?"

Zhang Shanfeng blinked.

This is what your master himself said, I don't think so.

Huolong Daoist pointed to the cyan stone cliff not far away, "Is that the boy practicing sword in the dream?"

Chen Chun'an nodded and said: "It's a pity that I have to return it to Aquarius Island in the future. I feel a little bit reluctant. I have often chatted with him here these years, and I don't think we will have the chance in the future."

Huolong real person said to Zhang Shanfeng: "That person is Chen Pingan's best friend, why don't you go say hello?"

Zhang Shanfeng froze for a moment, said goodbye to his master and the old gentleman, and rushed over.

Huolong Daoist and Chen Chun'an did not go to Yingyin Chen's ancestral hall, but walked slowly along the river. The old man said: "At least you are here in Nanbasuozhou, and the rest of Tongyezhou in the southeast and Fuyao Island in the southwest, how do you go?" manage?"

Chen Chun'an did not speak for a long time.

Actually, this question is a bit strange.

If it were the monster clan in the wild world, they could really break through the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and the army would be like a tide, submerging the largest mountain in the world, hanging upside down on the mountain.

Then it's hard to say whether Chen Chun'an can hold Nan Po Sao Continent, which is the closest to Daoxuan Mountain, but what does Tongye Continent and Fuyao Continent have to do with Chen Chun'an?

Chen Chun'an said with a smile: "The old scholar actually persuaded me once, the implication is that he gave me two choices, either don't die, or simply die early, don't die sooner or later, die at a certain time."

Huolong Daoist said with emotion: "Senior Wensheng, there are no two people in the world when looking at people's hearts and human nature."

In terms of age, Huolong Daoist is infinitely older than that old scholar, but when it comes to old scholar, he still has to sincerely and respectfully call him senior.

Chen Chun'an nodded.

No rebuttal.

Even if he is the mainstay of the Yasheng lineage, Chen Chun'an's own knowledge is fundamentally opposite to the learning purpose advocated by that old scholar.

Confucianism in the world.

In the final analysis, the battle between saints and the direction of the fight for Dao depends on whose Dao will protect the common people more and benefit the world.

In the dispute between gentlemen, whether the dispute is right or wrong, it is necessary to fight for a clear distinction between right and wrong.

The struggle between the sages will only fight for the momentary good or bad of one's own knowledge, just fighting on paper.

The cumbersome rules of Confucianism are the greatest guardians of this vast world.

And the painting of a Confucian sage as a prison is the most restrained act in the world.

The old dragon city at the southern end of Aquarius Island was severely punished by Yasheng himself, and was regarded by hundreds of monks as one of the 72 accompanying saints who lost their cold pork heads. Students of Confucianism who are classmates can benefit greatly, so that they can become a gentleman as a sage, so even if this person has such a deadly enmity against the disciple of the literary sage and old scholar who is not a disciple, the old scholar is still willing to admit that this person's knowledge is good , I can see the potential merits of this person's knowledge to the present world.

The deceased is like a husband, he will not give up day and night.

Two old people who reunited after a long absence chatted about the biggest things in the world.

The two young people, on the other side of Qingshiya, hit it off right away, talking about trivial matters.

The young Confucian scholar sitting there dozing off was Liu Xianyang who was brought to Posuozhou by Chen Dui from Lizhudongtian, Baopingzhou.

After learning that a young Taoist priest named Zhang Shanfeng was a close friend who traveled with Chen Pingan, Liu Xianyang was very happy and asked Zhang Shanfeng about the mountains and rivers he had seen along the way.

Liu Xianyang knew some details about Aquarius Continent, Dali Iron Cavalry and Lizhu Cave, but not much. He could only learn from the Shanshuidi newspaper, and searched for clues bit by bit.Liu Xianyang was studying abroad and had no one to rely on, so he had to live frugally, because in the Chen family in Yingyin, all the books, no matter how rare or expensive, could be read by those who study for free, but the Shanshui Dibao cost money. Here, Liu Xianyang met several Chen's children and Confucian scholars in the academy, and now they are all friends, and through them, he can learn some things about the world in other continents.

Compared to the sunny and cheerful tall boy in the small town back then.

Today's Liu Xianyang has become more and more calm and restrained, diligent in his studies, rigorous in his studies, and never slack in his quiet practice, which is more and more in line with the family tradition and landscape of the Confucian Chen.

On the other hand, that young man from Niping Lane who was always taciturn with outsiders back then, that Liu Xianyang's best friend, was pursuing the freedom of mind in his mind, seeking and getting everything.

Zhang Shanfeng poured beans out of the bamboo tube, and said that Chen Ping'an's variety was good.

For this young Taoist priest of Liedi Peak, even if he knows that he has actually missed the great celestial master with a foreign surname in Longhu Mountain, he may feel a little regretful, but he may not be so sad, and he will still think that the master is not stupid. He, Zhang Shanfeng, dares to get involved with the great celestial master who has a foreign surname in Tianshi's mansion?He didn't dare to think about it anyway.Even knowing about that inexplicable miss, Zhang Shanfeng would not be too confused.

This may also be the most valuable thing that Zhang Shanfeng is not aware of.

Even more than he always felt that his master's Taoism was mediocre and not high, and he didn't know it.

But when Zhang Shanfeng talked about the two partings with Chen Pingan, he was really sad.

Zhang Shanfeng took off an ancient sword on his back, handed it to Liu Xianyang, who was just acquainted with him, and said with a bright smile, "This is the sword that Chen Pingan bought in Qinghefang, the sword name is 'Zhenwu'. The Bingjia Jiawan that can transform into a pair of Ganlu armor before is also owed money. I owe Chen Ping'an better. But now the master helped me discuss two bottles of water pill with my old friend in the mirage. In the future, as long as there is a chance, you can give it to Chen Pingan, and it will be regarded as repayment of interest."

Liu Xianyang slowly drew his sword out of its sheath, with tiny cracks and rust spots.

He flicked the blade with his fingers, trembled slightly, nodded, and said, "It's very heavy."

Zhang Shanfeng wondered, "This sword isn't heavy, is it?"

Liu Xianyang narrowed his eyes and stared at the subtle ripples on the sword body, and could see the mystery contained in it. This has nothing to do with Liu Xianyang's level. In fact, Liu Xianyang was in many absurd ancient times in his dreams again and again. In the ruins of the battlefield, I have seen countless good swords, many of which can be pulled out, and many of which are unbearable. Even if it is a broken sword, Liu Xianyang still cannot lift it with his own hands, but Liu Xianyang is used to memorizing the ancient seal swords of those swords one by one. The name, the style of the scabbard, the texture of the sword's air flow, and the difference in the sword intent of each sword.What's even more mysterious is that he, a "foreigner" who can ignore the long river of time in his dreams, often still acts as an "ancient man from the past" when he strikes the sword, destroying all Liu Xianyang's spiritual thoughts on the spot, making him Had to withdraw from the dream, sweating profusely, the worse situation was that Liu Xianyang would vomit blood on the spot, and within a few days, he would feel dizzy.

So for the sword.

Liu Xianyang has long been an expert in this way.

Don't talk about the realm of cultivation, just say that the vision is high and wide, maybe compared to many sword immortals in Beiju Luzhou, it is still better.

Liu Xianyang gently retracted the sword and put it back into its sheath.

this sword.

He had never seen it with his own eyes in his dreams.

But that feeling seemed to be clearly felt on the site of the largest ancient battlefield. Being in it would make Liu Xianyang falter, and he only felt that the world had become a little heavier.

As for whether this sword is that one, it's hard to say, maybe it was imitated exquisitely, so it has a little "sword intent".

Zhang Shanfeng carried the ancient Zhenwu sword back on his back again, and turned his head again, only to find that tall young man seemed very sad.

Zhang Shanfeng was a little puzzled, why did Liu Xianyang feel more sad than happy when he heard that his best friend in his hometown, who is so promising, is still a good person who never changes his mind?

Liu Xianyang clasped his fists on his knees, looked into the distance, and said softly, "You and Chen Ping'an met later than I did, so you might not know that that guy's greatest hope in this life is to be safe and sound, that's all. The least courageous, the most afraid of illness and disaster. But in the earliest days, he was the person who was least afraid of ghosts in the world. Do you think it’s strange? At that time, it seemed that he felt that he was already working hard to live anyway. If you still have to die, you have a clear conscience, and if you die anyway, you might meet someone else elsewhere."

Liu Xianyang murmured: "So the Chen Pingan you know has become so cautious. He must have found a reason why he must not die. Do you think this kind of change is so bad? I think it's good too, but I know this will be very tiring for him. When we met, no one except me knew how much he had done and how much he had paid for a family in Niying Lane who was kind to him. How much grievances you have endured."

Liu Xianyang smiled, "I've only seen him cry twice in my life. The last time was when I was about to die. The first time, very early, was when I was a dragon kiln apprentice with him. Listen When I got to Xinghua Lane, there were rumors about the woman in Niping Lane who had an inexplicable relationship with him. I got up in the middle of the night and didn’t see him. When I went out, I saw him carrying a note. The bench sat outside the door with tears on his face."

"I squatted next to him. After knowing what happened, I became cautious. I was never heartless about the little things in the market. I took it as a joke at first, so I asked him with a smile. , Is there such a good thing in the end. He cried so much that he was out of breath, so he ignored me. So I knew that at that time, he was really heartbroken. That's why I didn't continue to make fun of him. I He couldn't comfort others, so he had no choice but to accompany him. In the end, he figured it out by himself. He told me that Gu Can's family's kindness was to be repaid for the rest of his life. You have to be more careful, you can't let people gossip about you, you can't just care about your own feelings and do everything regardless, in the end, the most uncomfortable people will only be Gu Can and his mother."

Liu Xianyang fell back on the ground, resting his head on his hands, and said: "Actually, I really wanted to tell him at that time, is it possible? Gu Can's mother doesn't mind the gossip at all. You, Chen Pingan, hid alone. I am thinking about it here, so I think too much? But in the end, I didn’t say this kind of thing, because I didn’t want to. I don’t want to change the current Chen Pingan. I’m afraid to say it. I was not so kind to Liu Xianyang. These were all my selfishness at the time, because I knew at the time that if I was not so kind to Gu Can today, I would naturally be less kind to Liu Xianyang tomorrow. But when I left Zhou came here, after so many years have passed, so I regret it now, Chen Pingan should not have been the same Chen Pingan, he should think more about himself, why live for others all his life? Why? Pingan is Chen Pingan?"

In the evening, there is a cool breeze blowing on the rocky cliffs by the river.

Tonight should still be the bright moon in the sky.

Zhang Shanfeng was silent for a long time, and asked in a low voice, "When will I go back to my hometown?"

Liu Xianyang lay there, closed his eyes, "Try to be earlier, at least ten years."

Zhang Shanfeng said with emotion: "I want to go back earlier. It is said in the books that riches and honors do not return home, like traveling at night in brocade clothes. In fact, it is very difficult for us cultivators. We don't know the cold and heat on the mountain. It seems like a few blinks of an eye. When we go back to our hometown, we can go home again." What is left? What can I show off to? Even if the family is still alive and there are descendants, what more can I say?"

Liu Xianyang said: "I don't have any feelings for my hometown. I don't go back to prove anything to someone, so when I return to Aquarius Island, the first place I want to go is not the small town. The first person I want to meet is also Not Chen Pingan."

Zhang Shanfeng turned his head to look, "Do you have a heart knot?"

Liu Xianyang still kept his eyes closed, and said with a smile: "The only solution to a dead knot is death."

Liu Xianyang opened his eyes, and sat up suddenly, "When we arrive at Aquarius Island, choose a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion night. I, Liu Xianyang, want to ask the sword in Zhengyang Mountain in my dream!"

Zhang Shanfeng asked softly: "Don't wait for Chen Pingan to come together?"

Liu Xianyang folded his arms around his chest and laughed loudly: "Don't forget, I, Liu Xianyang, have always taken care of Chen Pingan!"

But Liu Xianyang did not forget.

In fact, from the first day they met, it was Chen Pingan who rescued Liu Xianyang in that mud bottle alley.

Zhang Shanfeng didn't think Liu Xianyang was talking big.

Because Chen Pingan talked a lot back then, there was a guy named Liu Xianyang who took care of him a lot and taught him a lot.

Only the two who are best friends, Chen Pingan didn't say a word about their meeting and parting when they were teenagers.

Liu Xianyang suddenly turned his head and looked northeast.

Heart moved.

Liu Xianyang suddenly said: "I need to sleep for a while."

Zhang Shanfeng was a little helpless, he was very similar to his master.

far away.

Wearing a Confucian shirt and a Taoist robe, the two old men sighed at the same time.

Especially Huolong Daoist is even more sentimental.

Because the old friend who visited Lidi Peak before traveling far away in the Hanging Mountain was the first Beiju Luzhou Sword Immortal who died in battle in the south of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Now Beiju Luzhou will have this movement after hearing the news.

This is an ancient tradition passed down from generation to generation in Beiju Luzhou.

Juzhou offering swords.

The sword is soaring.

The world knows.

Chen Ping'an stayed quietly for three days on the small hill in Fuyu Country, practicing both boxing and cultivation.

Chen Ping'an has never been so focused on the breathing of a cultivator. He can completely forget himself when he sits cross-legged.

As soon as the time came, Liu Jinglong's talisman array that could resist Yuan Ying's three attacks dissipated by itself.

These movements made Chen Pingan open his eyes.

Chen Pingan had already taken off the black robe earlier, and put on an ordinary green shirt. Chen Pingan picked up the bamboo box, took out the ordinary green bamboo walking stick, and walked down the mountain.

Again, like the scholar in green shirt who went on a study tour.

The pure practice of monks in the lower five realms, in addition to refining the aura of heaven and earth and collecting it into their own small world, can also strengthen their muscles and bones. So, see here.After entering the Jindan Realm, go one step further, the muscles and bones together with the veins, with the atmosphere of "golden branches and jade leaves", there will be clouds and clouds permeating inside and outside the Qi Palace, which will not disperse for a long time. Born in the small cave of the human body, he took those heaven and earth spiritual energy condensed like the golden elixir juice one step further, and gave birth to a small human being who is in harmony with his own Dao. Fundamentally, it's just that it's similar to that golden elixir, and each has a high or low rank.

This is the root and aptitude of Qi practitioners.

The so-called root bone of a cultivator is the small world of the human body, and the size of the utensils that carry the spiritual energy.

As for aptitude, after embarking on the road of cultivation, one can decide whether a Qi trainer can become an Earth Immortal, and how good the rank of Jindan and Nascent Soul is.There will be a world of difference in the speed of Qi practitioners' cultivation.

As for the matter of temperament, that is to cultivate the mind, it is the most illusory, but it often loses the chain at critical moments, and it will be inexplicable.For example, Liu Laocheng in Gongliu Island back then had such a firm mind, but it was a little demon born of love that almost caused the only wild cultivator in the upper five realms of Aquarius Continent to die early.Lu Fang in Ouhua Blessed Land is even more troubled by love. Within sixty years, Jiang Shangzhen's alias Zhou Fei, who defended him like that, still failed to completely open his heart knot.

Looking at Jiang Shangzhen again, it seems that he is obviously contaminated with more love and mud, but he has no such demons at all.

All have different temperaments.

As for the matter of chance, you can't ask for it, it seems that you can only rely on fate.

Back then, He Xiaoliang from Shengaozong, Huang Ting from Tongyezhou Taiping Mountain, and of course Li Huai who was very familiar with Chen Ping'an, all belonged to the kind of people whose fate was too good to be unreasonable.

Now Chen Ping'an has successfully refined two natal objects, the Shuifu water seal and the Dali five-color soil, creating a beautiful pattern of mountains and rivers interdependent.

Practice is much faster.

The absorption and refining of spiritual energy became faster and more stable.

So it can be said that as long as Chen Pingan is willing to seek a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, even if he stays on the hilltop, just sits down and practices day and night, he will actually increase his cultivation and realm.

Therefore, it is not difficult to understand why the more you are a genius in cultivating Taoism, the less likely you are to hang out at the foot of the mountain all the year round. Unless you encounter a bottleneck, you will go down the mountain for a while. To avoid going astray and bumping into a wall without knowing it.Many insurmountable gates are extremely mysterious. If you take a step away, you will have a hole in the sky. You may need to travel between heaven and earth, seemingly traveling thousands of miles, before you can accumulate a lot of money. With a single move, you will break through the bottleneck in one fell swoop, and the pass is no longer a pass.

For ordinary monks, the third realm is a pass that is not too big or small, and it is called "Retaining People's Realm" by the mountain.

However, this kind of statement has always been nonsense in the immortal family with orderly inheritance.

This is why Yamazawa Yexiu is so envious of the Immortal Genealogy Master.

They may not be able to find out the three-dimensional difficulties of the way forward even if they hit their heads and blood. For the disciples of the Daxian family, it is simply to raise their hands and raise their palms to observe the lines of their hands.

And Chen Ping's three realms are the three realms of Shanze Yexiu.

Because regarding practice, no one seems to have given any specific guidance.

Earlier, the Changsheng Bridge was broken and broken. It is meaningless to talk about this.

Later, he practiced boxing with a sword on his back, with a single-minded focus.

Previously at the fairy inn named Kingfisher in Longtoudu of Luying Country, Liu Jinglong actually explained in detail the key to the cultivation of the lower five realms. It is impossible to explore the situation of Chen Pingan's various great palaces, and point out the way for Chen Pingan one by one, so many of Liu Jinglong's preaching and dispelling doubts, for Chen Pingan who has just stepped into the third realm of Qi practitioners, are still rough future events, not current ones. Meticulous things.But even so, Qi Jinglong's words are still well-deserved golden words.

Because it is doomed.

This requires Qi Jinglong to stand very high on the mountain to be able to speak clearly.

Of course, Chen Pingan will keep it firmly in his heart.

Then he drank the jug of wine left by Liu Jinglong, took a sip and drank slowly, intending to keep at least half of the jug.

In the 15th day of refining, it was still difficult.

Now that his physical injury is far from healed, Chen Ping walked more slowly and carefully.

However, when Chen Pingan approached the border of Lujiu County, he noticed something.

Just pretending not to know.

Chen Pingan dare not say how familiar he is with dealing with such things being stalked, but among his peers, there should not be too many.

Earlier, there was Shujianhu Yuanying monk Li Fuqu secretly following, and Chen Pingan had sensed something strange early on. Later, he had a mutual calculation with Beiju Luzhou Jingguancheng Gao Cheng, and then the second group of cut Lushan assassins.

What's more, this sneaky assassin at the moment really doesn't have a high level of cultivation, and he considers himself to be concealed, but the other party is extremely patient, and he resisted making a move several times in situations that seemed to have good opportunities.

Chen Ping let the assassin help him "protect the way".

Lujiu County is the hometown of Lu Dun, a down-and-out scholar who happened to meet on the mountain.

However, Chen Pingan didn't plan to visit his house, because even if he wanted to, he might not be able to find anyone.

A scholar whose surname is not Lu but Zhou, who is a bookboy next to him, may be guarded against others, and he did not tell Chen Ping'an's real surname.

But Chen Ping felt that this was right.

The real honesty with people is never just to reveal your heart in words.

It is easy to mistake yourself if you talk lightly and deeply, and throw away your sincerity casually.

If you are not even responsible for yourself, how can you be responsible for this world and others, and then give real kindness?

But the reason is this way, the world has become sincere and it is wrong to treat people everywhere, after all, it is not good.

Chen Ping made a detour in the passing town, not intending to entangle with that assassin any longer.

So on a secluded road, his figure suddenly disappeared, and appeared next to the assassin lying in the middle of the reeds. Chen Pingan stood on the top of a reed, his figure drifted along with the reeds in the wind, silently, bowing his head From the looks of it, he should still be a young man, wearing a black robe and a snow-white mask, no doubt a monk of Cutlushan Mountain.It's just that this is the most interesting part, the young assassin of the Gaulushan, followed him Chen Pingan all the way in hiding, it was very hard work, either Qi Jinglong didn't find him, or the reasoning was unreasonable, the Gowlushan was actually dispatched The monks of the five realms came to assassinate him, or Qi Jinglong and the other party thoroughly explained the truth, and Golushan chose to abide by another bigger rule. Even if the employer is different, he shot one person three times. The next mountain of gold and silver will not assassinate that person.

If so.

Why did Qi Jinglong never show up?

Chen Pingan thought for a while and said, "Everyone is gone, don't you worry?"

The Molushan Assassin moved stiffly, turned his head, and looked at the green-clothed man standing on the reed beside him.

It's not that he doesn't want to escape, but his intuition tells him that if he escapes, he will die, if he stays where he is, he still has a chance.

He sat up and took off his mask, "I have an agreement with that Liu, as long as you find out, even if my assassination fails, I will practice with him and call him Master, so don't kill me .”

Chen Pingan asked: "What about others?"

The young man shook his head and said, "He wants me to tell you that he has to go to the capital of Dazhuan first, and come back to find us later."

When the young man said this, he punched the ground and said aggrievedly, "This is my first time going down the mountain to assassinate!"

Chen Pingan floated to the ground, walked out of the reeds first, and opened the way with a walking stick.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth for the last time, threw away the mask, followed the man in blue and walked on the road together.

Chen Pingan slowed down, the boy glanced at him, and followed up bravely, walking side by side together.

Regarding this assassination target, there were actually some rumors in the Gowlu Mountain before. He was a key cultivated killer of Gowlu Mountain, and he grew up with the owner of Gowlu Mountain, so he had the opportunity to know something inside.

In short, don't look at this guy with a good temper, he is more educated than a scholar, but Master Shanzhu failed in the first assassination that was sure to win the deer mountain, and soon after someone paid for the assassin on the mountain, Shanzhu once told the boy himself , the guy next to him at this moment is a powerful character who is very good at causing trouble and is also very good at solving trouble.

Chen Pingan asked: "Are you a swordsman?"

The young man nodded and said: "Master said that I am a very valuable innate sword embryo, so I must spare my life and don't rush to take over the job. Otherwise, he will lose money if he spends so much fairy money on me. So I always think You should get work early, and help the master and the deer mountain to earn money earlier. He never thought that he would meet a person surnamed Liu. He said that he could stand still and let the master do whatever he wanted. After every shot, he had to listen to him Liu Jinglong had one reason, so the master made two moves, and then he heard two reasons from that guy."

Speaking of this, the young man was full of loss.

In my impression, the master will never return without success.

No matter what the opponent's cultivation level is, his head will roll off.

The young man exhaled heavily the pent-up breath that had been pent up in his heart for a long time, still undiminished, and said: "We cut deer mountain, we always keep our word, but in the end the master didn't do anything, so he had to send me to assassinate you. It doesn't matter at all. What kind of shit is going to Taihui Jianzong with that surnamed Liu."

Chen Pingan smiled and stretched out his hand, spreading his palm.

The boy frowned and said, "Why?"

Chen Pingan said: "Don't you thank me well for allowing you to go to Taihui Sword Sect to practice?"

"Is there something wrong with you?!"

The young man rolled his eyes and said: "Who wants to be a genealogy master?! I'm just not good at it, so many opportunities make me feel that it's not a chance, otherwise I'll kill you with a sword, I'm so cold!"

Chen Ping withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "With such a heavy murderous aura, he should practice by Qi Jinglong's side."

The young man turned his head and let out a yell, "His surname is Liu, even if he is better than our Shanzhu master, so what? I have to change my family?! Besides, that guy looks like a nerd at first glance. Since then, he has practiced with him. I am afraid that I will not be able to cultivate half a sword fairy in this life if this kind of guy who is not happy calls me master."

Chen Pingan said: "Then have you ever thought that your master actually wants you to follow Qi Jinglong?"

The young man was silent for a moment, "I can guess. Master is good to me, and I have never known it. So I plan to call Master Liu, but in my heart, I will only recognize Master as Master in my life."

The young man turned his head, fearing that this guy would gobble his tongue at Liu Jinglong's side, and he would probably suffer in the future.

But for some reason, walking on the road with him, I wanted to say more of my heart.

Probably because the accident was too big and he couldn't vomit quickly. It's not difficult for the young man to always feel that he is going to be suffocated to death.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "It's good and right for you to think this way now. If you change your mind later, it doesn't mean that you are wrong now."

The young man frowned, "What are you, dare to say such a big truth? Why, you think I can't kill you, so it's great? So you can tell me what to do?!"

This temper.

Not really good.

Chen Pingan didn't take it seriously, "Who can't tell the truth? I'm better than you, and I'm still willing to tell the truth. Is it a bad thing? Do you want me to punch you to death, or beat you half to death, forcing you to kneel on the ground and beg me to tell you?" Reasonable, better?"

The young man had a headache, and raised his hand, "Stop, stop, don't do this. My Shanzhu master was annoyed by Liu for a long time, so he told me to pack up and leave, and I was not allowed to say a word."

Chen Pingan smiled, and with a twist of his wrist, two pots of glutinous rice wine were produced, "Do you want to drink?"

The young man's eyes lit up, he directly took one of the wine jugs, opened it, took a sip of the wine, and said disgustedly: "It turns out that wine tastes like this, it's boring."

Chen Pingan didn't turn his head, but walked slowly, "Since you've drunk it, stay and finish it, it doesn't matter if you're late. If you have the guts to throw it on the side of the road now, I'll teach you the truth for Qi Jinglong first. And it must be something you don't want to hear."

The young man's face was full of sarcasm, and he tut-tsk said: "Look, in the end, it's not that you use your strength to overwhelm others. I really didn't say you, you are not even as good as that surnamed Liu!"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Drink your wine well before Qi Jinglong comes back. If there is no accident, you will not be able to drink even if you really want to drink for a long time in the future."

The young man frowned, "You know that the surname is Liu, and you told me in advance that you are not allowed to drink if you persuade me to drink?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, "I'm not a fairy who knows nothing."

The young man raised his arm, looked at the jug in his hand, hesitated for a while, but still didn't dare to throw it away casually, and took another sip of the rice wine. In fact, the taste was good, not the slightest feeling of scalding the heart with a burning knife.

It seems that I am a natural drinker.

As expected of an innate sword embryo!

He suddenly asked tentatively: "Why don't you tell Liu that you are willing to accept me as a disciple, how about it?"

Chen Ping ignored it.

The young man began to persuade the green-clothed man, saying that he must think of the other party's kindness, and that he will be rewarded in the future. When he returns to Mount Lushan, he will burn incense in the ancestral hall again, recognize his ancestors and return to his clan, and then he can assassinate him without charging money. enemies...

Chen Pingan asked: "By the way, what's your name?"

The young man does not have the temperament to answer any questions, but the matter of the name is a matter of pride that he is more proud of than being an innate sword embryo. The young man sneered: "Master gave me the name, the surname is Bai. , Mingshou! Don't worry, within a hundred years, there will be a sword fairy named Baishou in Beiju Luzhou!"

Chen Pingan snorted, "Then you have to be careful about your future nicknames. White-headed Sword Immortal or something, it shouldn't sound very nice."

The young man thought about it, this guy made sense!

He nodded and said, "Thank you!"

Chen Ping raised the flagon, and the young swordsman named Baishou was stunned for a moment. He knew how to understand, so he bumped the flagon with the flagon, and then drank separately.

Bai Shou wiped his mouth, feeling good at the moment, he should be regarded as having a little bit of heroism and sword fairy demeanor.

Chen Ping laughed softly: "You listen to your master for everything else. It's a pity that Sword Immortal doesn't come to do things like drinking."

Bai Shou nodded vigorously, "Although you were annoying at first, I see you much more pleasing to the eye now, what's your name?! You know, I, Bai Shou, will never remember a few things in my life. A person’s name. Look at that Liu, have I called him by his full name? No.”

Chen Pingan said: "My name is Chen Haoren."

Bai Shou said angrily: "Don't you know what's good or bad!"

Chen Ping turned around and asked, "You hit me?"

Bai Shou rolled his eyes, "You think I'm stupid?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "That's right. You hit me?"

Bai Shou was so aggrieved that he took a sip of wine.

It was simply the second humiliation since he left the mountain with his white head.

Chen Ping turned his head.

The travel-worn Qi Jinglong should have arrived long ago, following the two of them for a long time.

Qi Jinglong said helplessly, "Are you addicted to persuading people to drink?"

Chen Ping smiled and said: "Every swordsman will probably remember the person who persuaded him to drink."

Qi Jinglong asked: "Then who persuaded you to come?"

Chen Pingan said: "At first he was also a swordsman, and later he was an old gentleman."

Don't look at Bai Shou on Chen Pingan's side, one by one surnamed Liu, now that Qi Jinglong really came by his side, he kept silent like a cicada, as if this guy was standing beside him, and he was holding the pot of unfinished wine. Alcohol, even if you stop drinking it, is wrong.

Liu Jinglong, the land dragon in Beiju Luzhou, really stood in place at the beginning, allowing his white-headed master, the mountain master, to hand out two swords!

A talisman formation that seemed to be drawn randomly, and a small world without a flying sword. After two swords, my master didn't even have the heart to hand out the third sword!

Qi Jinglong said: "I plan to return to the sect for retreat."

Chen Pingan hummed, "Break the ground earlier so that I can find you. Otherwise, it will be too late, and I may have left Beiju Luzhou. I won't make a special trip to turn around and rush for you."

Speaking of this, Chen Pingan said with a smile: "If you are willing to drink, I can consider it."

Qi Jinglong waved his hand and said, "Stop coming."

Chen Pingan asked: "Did you go to Dazhuan capital earlier?"

Qi Jinglong sighed, and said: "It's a bit unexpected. Before the Gu people arrived at the Dazhuan capital, they had sent a message there first, so that Yuantiao Mountain and Ji Yue didn't have to go through a lot of trouble, and the two of them directly separated at the Yuxi River. Life and death is enough. I am not very interested in this kind of fighting, so I didn't stay there. But Gu Yu and Ji Yue should fight soon."

Chen Pingan also sighed, and started drinking again.

Bai Shou said: "What's so great about a ten-level martial artist? Ji Yue is a great swordsman. I guess it's just a matter of three or two swords."

Chen Pingan turned his head and smiled: "Do you think I am miserable right now?"

Bai Shou nodded, "You're covered in bruises, it's naturally miserable, how about it? Does the fierce method of our cultivator cutting Lushan leave a deep impression on you?"

Chen Pingan and Qi Jinglong looked at each other and smiled.

The boy frowned, isn't that so?

Qi Jinglong said suddenly: "Chen Pingan, before I leave, let's find a secluded mountain top, and then you will see an unusual scene. You will learn more about our Beiju Luzhou."

Chen Pingan nodded, naturally he had no objection.

In the night.

The three climbed to the top of a peak.

Dazhuan Capital City, on the banks of the Yuxi River.

Ji Yue stood by the side of the river.

An old scholar in green shirt stood on the other side, smiled and said, "Just sacrifice the sword."

Ji Yue nodded and said, "You care about character, I still believe it."

Beiju Luzhou that night.

From the top of a great sword fairy who rushed to the inverted mountain in his early years.

Qiqi, the first sword repairman at the mountain gate, sacrificed his flying sword and shot straight into the sky.

Like a white rainbow of sword energy rising from the earth.

Then came No. 1 Baishang, the Northern Sword Immortal, whose eye-catching and brilliant sword light flew into the sky swiftly.

There is also the Taihui Sword Sect where Qi Jinglong belongs, and all the sword cultivators, under the leadership of the suzerain, control the flying swords, and the sword light cuts through the night together, illuminating the entire sect's boundary, the sky and the earth are as bright as day.

He pointed out that Xuanfeng also had a patriarch who was an old Taoist, who sacrificed the peach wood sword that was usually only used to slay demons.

Even if the life-and-death battle between Ji Yue, a sword fairy on the Yuantiao Mountain by the Yuxi River in the Great Seal Dynasty, and a martial artist at the end of the world is about to kick off, Ji Yue will first ride his sword into the sky, so as to pay homage to someone who died in battle. Like-minded people.

Duckweed Sword Lake is headed by the sword fairy Li Cai, and all the sword cultivators of the sect have all drawn their swords.

On the other side of the Patriarch's Hall in Mazong's wooden clothes, except for a few sword cultivators who had already sacrificed their swords, the suzerain Zhu Quan pressed the handle of the saber, and asked Pang Lanxi to control the long sword and lift into the sky to sacrifice.

Pu Tien, the hero of the bone beach, also drew his sword out of its sheath, Gao Cheng took the initiative to break the taboos of heaven and earth with a punch, only for Pu Ti's sword to go higher into the sky!

Even all the sword celestials, sect hilltops, and various sword cultivators who were hostile to the dead sword celestial, without exception, sacrificed their swords.

that's it.

A series of beams of sword energy with different lights lit up one after another from the territory of Luzhou in Beiju.

In the night of Haoran Tianxia, ​​there are naturally many lights in the world.

But never let Beiju Luzhou be like this, there will be so many sword immortals and sword cultivators, and they will draw out their swords neatly, like lights lighting up the continent at the same time.

In the territory of Fuyu Kingdom, there is an unnamed peak on the top of a mountain.

Qi Jinglong also began to sacrifice the sword.

This time, it was done with all its strength, and the natal flying sword named "Rule" rose from the ground, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, which was spectacular.

With his hands behind his hands, Qi Jinglong looked at the long slender lines rising from the earth.

All Yizhou sword cultivators sacrificed to that fellow in the distance, and at the same time paid homage to the common avenue of our generation of sword cultivators.

He suddenly turned his head, looked at Chen Pingan on the side, and said with a smile: "Really think about it? If someone with a heart sees it, and reveals the method of pressing the bottom of the box, it may cause you a lot of trouble in your future travels."

But Qi Jinglong actually knew the answer.

At some point, Chen Pingan was already holding a long sword.

The name of the sword is Sword Immortal.

Chen Ping raised his head and said softly: "I have thought about so many things that others don't want to think about, isn't it just for some things that I can think about without thinking too much?"

Wearing a green shirt, he fluttered on the top of the mountain, his sleeves chattering.

The young man's white head was dazzled by Qi Jinglong's sword light, and then he tried his best to open his eyes subconsciously, so as not to miss that scene.

When the man softly shouted "Go".

Between the heaven and the earth, a golden sword light appeared, and the magnificent sword energy shot straight into the sky.

Not only that, but there are two sword lights, one snow white and one dark green, darting out of the human orifice point one after another, soaring towards the sky.

When Qi Jinglong withdrew his natal flying sword.

Chen Ping put up the scabbard, and the sword fairy descended from the sky and returned to the scabbard with a clang.

Then he was gently carried behind his back by this blue-clothed swordsman who traveled far away to Beiju Luzhou.

At this moment, the young Jianxiu named Baishou felt that the man in the blue shirt gave him a pot of wine, which was something to be proud of.

Both parties respectively.

Qi Jinglong returns to the north against the wind, and the white head can also travel far away against the wind.

Baishou turned his head and saw the man standing there, and made a gesture of raising his head to drink at him, Baishou nodded vigorously, neither of them spoke.

Never thought that Qi Jinglong would say: "Don't even think about drinking."

Bai Shou said angrily: "My surname is Liu, if you do this again, I will slip away and find your friend to be my master!"

Qi Jinglong smiled and said: "You can try it, he will definitely drive you away."

Baishou wondered, "Why?"

Qi Jinglong smiled and said, "I feel sorry for the drink money."

Baishou sneered and said, "You're lying to a ghost, how can he be so stingy?"

Qi Jinglong nodded and said, "It's more stingy than you imagined."

Bai Shou lamented, "Though I'm blind, I still plan to worship him as my teacher."

Bai Shou asked suddenly: "Then you don't allow me to drink, is it because you are worried about delaying sword practice, or because you love money?"

Qi Jinglong said: "There are all of them."

Baishou said angrily: "The surname is Liu, then you are worse than him!"

Qi Jinglong turned his head and asked with a smile, "When did I say I was better than him?"

Bai Shou was so aggrieved again, he couldn't hold it back after holding it for a long time, and said angrily: "You and your friends are all such virtues! Didn't I fall into the den of thieves?"

Qi Jinglong smiled and said, "That's not the case."

Baishou sighed.

It's been a tough day.

On the other side of the mountain, Chen Pingan, who had finally returned to his sword, began to descend slowly, thinking that Qi Jinglong and his new disciple should be talking good things about himself, such as being generous and generous.

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