Sword of Coming

At the end of the new year, there was another heavy snowfall, and there were countless pieces of broken jade.

A military ferry of the Daquan Dynasty has sailed far away from the northern border, and it will arrive at the Xiandu Mountain ferry in a few hours.

There was an old man wearing an old and heavy fox fur, traveling north by boat, occasionally leaving the house, walking to the railing of the boat, and looking at the winding mountains and rivers in the wind and snow.

If you want to experience the signs of a good year, come to the fairy algae.

It is no longer the bleak scene of barren fields and countless dead bones at the foot of the mountain, and only apes climbing withered vines and cranes looking at the ruined monuments in the mountains.

On the side of the ferry, a green shirt suddenly gathered clouds and water, hovering in the wind and snow.

Wearing a green shirt and a long gown, with a hosta attached to his head, and a pair of sabers folded on his waist, he dances in the air and drives alongside the ferry boat.

The blue-clothed swordsman who appeared beside the ferry without any warning seemed to be walking in the air, but in fact he was as fast as a falcon.

Impairment of a thousand-mile horse, anger against ten thousand enemies.

Liu Zong walked out of the cabin, came to the bow deck, stood leaning on the railing, smiled and waved: "Brother Chen!"

The chief priest of the Daquan Yao family made a marching gesture, indicating that the priests and soldiers on the ferry side should not be nervous, they are from their own family.

After Chen Pingan landed on the ferry, he called out "Brother Liu".

The little old man twirled his beard and smiled. Hearing Chen Pingan's name, Liu Zong, the knife sharpener, looked very satisfied.

In that hometown Jianghu, when I was young, I didn't wear a horned knife at my waist. I dare not say that I am invincible in the world, but I am close to it. Anyway, I am invincible and rarely meet opponents.

As long as those stronger than him don't get in the way, he is invincible.

Countless heroes from all walks of life, seeing me, Liu Zong, who would not give a thumbs up? How many high-ranking officials and dignitaries would treat themselves as guests, and how many women would be taught to be infatuated, causing them to repeat that nickname silently in their hearts?

"Little Zhu Lian"!

The ferry was three stories high, Liu Zong took Chen Pingan to the top floor, where General Yao was resting.

Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Is this a transcontinental ferry? You Daquan built it yourself?"

As for the cross-continental ferry, Chen Ping dared to say that the number he had seen was not half a hundred but forty.

This ferry was actually only slightly smaller than the Fengyuan ferry, and compared to those ferry boats from various continents that docked at the inverted mountain, this one could be considered a medium-sized one.

Liu Zong gathered together and formed a line, and he and Chen Pingan leaked secrets, and there was no taboo, "It's half-buy, half-made. Back then, many strange people gathered in Mirage City, and about half of them were retained by His Majesty. There are several genealogy immortal masters who can gain some relationship with other continents,

A few years ago, His Majesty asked someone to help build a bridge, and at a high price, he bought some construction drawings from Aiaizhou. You have heard of the Wusunlan Ferry. It usually stops at the southernmost Qushan Ferry across the continent. The Great Sword Xian Xuxie is in charge of receiving and guiding. Ours is the same route as Wusunlan, but the appearance has been greatly changed. "

"Your Majesty is very courageous. In addition to this 'Luxianzhi', we will also build two new transcontinental ferries. Keep one for yourself and sell the other. Anyway, the money for buying the blueprints earlier must be recouped from a bad guy. When I came back, the names were all chosen, and they were called 'Emeiyue' and 'Lei Che' respectively."

"Han Yushu, the daughter of the suzerain of the Wanyao Sect, said that they were interested in buying the Sanshan blessed land, but for some reason there has been no movement recently. There is also some interest in the Jinding Temple in the north, but the price is not as high as the Wanyao Sect offered. It's a full 30% lower, but Yin Miaofeng, Taoist Baozhen of Jinding Temple, and his disciple Shao Yuanran, were our first-class worshipers in Daquan before. For proper reason, with His Majesty's temper, he probably sold that 'Thunder Chariot' to Jindingguan."

Chen Pingan deliberately skipped the Wanyao Sect, made some calculations in his mind, nodded and said: "Daquan keeps two ferry boats for himself, it is very safe, one is for north-south trade, connecting Aquarius Island in the north and Luzhou in the north, If possible, you can also sail to the northern ice sheet of Ai Ai Aizhou. For example, you Daquan can see if there is an opportunity to join hands with the Liu family in Ai Ai Aizhou to mine ice field minerals. Another ferry is to go to Zhongtu Shenzhou or Fuyao Continent. Yes, and the sooner you have a private ferry, the better, you can finalize the terms of the covenant with the sects and big dynasties along the route, and the longer the period, the better."

Now seventy-eight out of ten of the existing cross-continent ferries of the Haoran Tianxia Sect are borrowed by the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, which can be regarded as temporarily "confiscated".

Therefore, there are not many ferries that can cross the land and cross the sea. Therefore, whoever can own a similar ferry boat will make money easier than before. Similar to the few strong chess pieces on the Go board, they can be the most powerful and take advantage of the ground.

Liu Zong laughed and said, "Heroes see the same thing, brother, help us pass this on to His Majesty?"

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Brother Liu, after all these years, he is still in the golden body state. Isn't it right? When we arrive at Xiandu Mountain, let's help each other?"

Liu Zongming knew that the other party was changing the subject, so he still laughed angrily: "Swearing people don't reveal faults, hitting people doesn't slap people in the face, are you talking about morals?"

It is really this brand-new skin bag given by the old temple master, as the gift of beating the drum at the top of the city, it is so good, it is so good that Liu Zong has been away from Ouhua Paradise for many years, but he has never been able to break the mirror.

Breaking through the bottleneck of a Golden Body Realm is almost as difficult as a Qi trainer going from Nascent Soul to the Upper Five Realms. Liu Zong was so worried that he had been drinking a lot these years.

I heard that the master in Nanyuan Kingdom is already a fucking bottleneck in the remote travel realm.

As for how the old brother Chen is doing beside him, what to do with this thing, it's like his younger generation is promising, and it's too late to be happy.

Because there were veteran general Yao Zhen and the county prince Yao Xianzhi who served as governor of the capital on board the ferry, in addition to the sword sharpener Liu Zong who was personally responsible for escorting the ship, there were also several earthly immortal qi practitioners who did not dare to take it lightly.

As for whether there are hidden masters, Chen Ping deliberately didn't investigate, because it wasn't Xiaolongqiu after all.

Chen Ping just bent his fingers and lightly tapped on the railing of the stairs. I don't know what kind of fairy wood it was made of, and there was a sound of gold and stone.

The cross-continental ferry boat at Pimazong in Skeleton Beach has always been the source of income for Luopo Mountain, and almost half of the ferry boat can be said to be surnamed Chen.

The reason why he was not transferred to the sea to "walk the darts" was because the Zhongtu Shangzong had already voluntarily handed over a ferry boat to the Confucian Temple to take care of it.

So after returning to Haoran Tianxia, ​​Chen Pingan didn't think much about it, but last time in Gongde Forest, when my husband was drinking and happy, he accidentally slipped his mouth.

If Pima Sect is just a subordinate sect, it can barely leave a cross-continent ferry, but as one of the Beiju Luzhou sects, Haoran Jiuzhou, each continent has a share, Beiju Luzhou is actually in the Confucian Temple There happened to be one missing, so the Pima Sect seemed to need to hand over the ferry. As a result, Mao Xiaodong, who was promoted to the Secretary of the Liji Academy, somehow suggested that Qiong Lin, who had already handed over two cross-continental ferries, Zong, just take out another one. Anyway, if you have a lot of money, even if you hand over three to the Confucian Temple, there will still be one left.

It was a small-scale internal meeting of the Confucian Temple. Only the three religious leaders of the Confucian Temple, the principal and the deputy, the wine and priests of the three university palaces, and a small group of accompanying sages were absent from the meeting. In addition, all the academy chiefs were not present.

Mao Xiaodong, the tall and tall schoolmaster, made the whole audience fall silent when he opened his mouth.

The Grand Priest of the Book of Rites Academy had no choice but to bite the bullet and seconded his own Mao Siye, and then there was no objection, and the agenda was passed by default.

At that time, the old scholar had not restored the Confucian Temple's god, so he was naturally not present.

What does Li Sheng's lineage learn from Gong Siye's righteous words have to do with my Wen Sheng's lineage?

Sword cultivators have the custom of asking about swords, so the old scholar's "asking about wine" is also unique.

On the other side of the stairs, the old general smiled and said, "I originally wanted to give you a surprise."

Yao Xianzhi had one arm, holding the fox fur coat. Grandpa was very stubborn. He said that if he was frozen during these few steps, he would not go far away.

Grandpa's little thoughts are actually just disobedience to old age. Yao Fuyin just pretended not to know.

Yao Jinzhi smiled and said: "This is called the strong hand."

In the past, there was an empty sleeve hanging down the side of the body, but now Mr. Fu Yin simply knotted the sleeve and tied it up, as if to openly tell others that I am just missing an arm, and you can just laugh if you want to laugh.

It turned out that the old general deliberately delayed the itinerary by two days.

It was obvious that as soon as Chen Ping'an waited for the message from Feijian from Yao Mansion, he immediately left the customs and set off for Mirage City, intending to personally escort the ferry to Xiandu Mountain.

Otherwise, you won't meet this Luxianzhi ferry halfway.

Chen Pingan quickly climbed up the stairs.

The old general reached out and grabbed his arm and said with a smile: "Come on, let's have a few drinks?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "We agreed not to drink too much."

Liu Zong didn't follow. Who doesn't know that in the old general's mind, Chen Ping'an is half a grandson of the Yao family, or half a grandson-in-law?

There is a big brazier in the house, and Yao Xianzhi is in charge of warming the wine.

Chen Ping'an bent down and sat on a bench, picked up the tongs, gently flicked the charcoal fire, and asked: "Yao Lingzhi's 'Mingquan' knife, still can't be found?"

Probably knowing the old general's temper and habits, Ferry deliberately decorated this room as simple and plain as possible.

As the Fu Yin master in charge of this matter, he curled his lips and said, "It's difficult, there are no clues, but I have dug up a lot of shady things."

The old man smiled and said: "I finally look like a governor. Throwing a knife is nothing."

Yao Xianzhi said gloomily: "Grandpa, this is just standing up and talking without backache, to put it lightly. The Fuyin Yamen Office has mobilized so many manpower, but there is no result. Anyway, I feel unhappy."

"I didn't stand up, I spoke while sitting."

The old man said: "Besides, the boss is quite old, he is still a bachelor, and his waist is not good? No wonder he didn't dare to go to the church to hang out when he drank with others in the early years."

Yao Xianzhi habitually stretched out his hand to warm himself up by the fire. When he heard this, his face immediately turned red, he raised his head and complained: "Grandpa, could you please stop talking about this with Mr. Chen?"

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "I noticed just now that there was a woman worshiping on the ferry. She was not young, but her level was not low. She was standing on the second floor of the ferry earlier. The look in her eyes when she looked at Xianzhi, well, there was something like that , can’t be wrong.”

The old man raised his eyebrows and became interested, "Oh? Is there such a thing?"

The Daquan monks who were able to work on this ferry must have been on the battlefield back then.

Yao Xianzhi said helplessly: "Mr. Chen, if it doesn't happen, don't talk nonsense."

I know which woman Mr. Chen is talking about. After all, all the military monks in the capital have personally reviewed the files. Their life background, mountain pedigree, and battlefield resume, Yao Xianzhi, the governor, is all clear. That girl is called Liu Yi, her maiden name is Liu Yi. Yuanyang, whose Taoist name is "Yifu", is a native of Daquan and comes from a local county king family. She was struck down by an earthly immortal at a young age and went to the mountain to practice early. In his early years in the Gyeonggi battlefield and Mirage City, Liu Yi cultivated himself in the Dragon Gate realm, relying on his own Taoist skills and two treasures passed down from masters, and his military exploits were as good as those of several Golden Elixir and Earthly Immortals.

Of course Liu Yi is a very brilliant woman, Yao Xianzhi occasionally takes a walk on the ferry, she doesn't take her eyes off her.

Yeah, like what a cripple with a missing arm does.

Besides, Yao Xianzhi really didn't have any thoughts about her.

Chen Ping said angrily, "Why am I making such a joke?"

The old man pointed to Yao Xianzhi, and said with a smile: "Is this considered blind? You can tell it yourself, what use are you for?!"

Chen Pingan began to add fuel and jealousy, and said with a smile: "Some people beat bachelors, there is no way to do it, but some people beat bachelors with their own real skills."

The old general and Yao Xianzhi asked about Liu Yi's general situation, and learned that this female immortal teacher came from a scholarly family in Daquan. Well, the Taoist name is "Yifu", which is very good. It makes people happy and courageous when they hear it Putting aside the protection of the elders of the master several times, putting himself in dangerous situations, and being able to kill monsters and make meritorious deeds, he finally defended Mirage City. ...Not so good, His Majesty should give a second-class offering no matter what.

As for Liu Yi who is now in his sixties, what kind of problem can it be? The Jiazi Dao age of a woman on the mountain is put at the foot of the mountain, isn't it equivalent to the cardamom age of a woman at the foot of the mountain?

The old man rubbed his chin and sighed, "I don't think Xianzhi is good enough for that girl."

Chen Pingan hummed, "I think so too."

Yao Xianzhi smiled wryly.

The old man laughed heartily, raised his hand, and Chen Ping lightly clapped his hands with him, with a tacit understanding.

Taking the bowl of rice wine from Yao Xianzhi, Chen Ping glanced at the old fox fur hanging on the hanger, and knew the origin of this thing, it was an imperial gift from Emperor Daquan Liu Zhen to the Yao family in Bianguan in the early years.

Yao Xianzhi might not think too much about it, but if the current emperor of the Daquan Dynasty sees it, she probably won't feel very well in her heart.

It's just that every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and Chen Ping'an just pretends not to know the subtle twists and turns of the people's hearts.

Chen Pingan remembered something, and took out two red envelopes from his sleeves, each containing a Xiaoshu coin. Chen Pingan specially selected two inscriptions that were auspicious words to bless the younger generation.

Handing the red envelope to Yao Xianzhi, he said with a smile, "Give it to Yao Lingzhi later, and give it to her child. It will be my Uncle Chen, who will make up for the New Year's money owed over the years."

Yao Lingzhi was married a long time ago, and now he has a pair of children, but the two children are not very old now.

Similar to Chen Pingan, many monks on the mountain like to collect all kinds of small summer money with many inscriptions, which are similar to "spend money". Ping An has been traveling far and wide for so many years, but has never failed. In private, he has collected six sets of the twelve zodiac signs "Small Heat Spending Money", three sets of "Moon Order Flower God Money", and a set of "Three Sunflowers" engraved with Qun Yushan inscriptions. For this, Chen Pingan spent a lot of private money on the "Sixteen Heavenly Gang" Xiaoshu money. He took the Guyu money in his hand and handed it to Wei Wenlong, the accountant of Luoluo Mountain, to help keep an eye out for those Xiaoshu money with strange inscriptions.

In this matter, the God of Wealth Liu of Aiaizhou is the master-level figure, and he has collected many orphans that are known as unparalleled in the world.

Yao Xianzhi put away the red envelope and said with a smile, "Those two children are going crazy after receiving this lucky money."

My uncle has no majesty at all with them. The two children have been eccentric and spirited since they were young. Only when I was an uncle would I be more sincere.

No, this time in the first month, the two children had to kowtow to this uncle a few more times before they could give out the red envelopes.

Yao Zhen asked casually: "Wu Shu is not in Tongyezhou, but went to Haoran Tianxia. We only have Pushan Huang Yiyun as the master of the limit. Have you met?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I've met before. We met for the first time at Yunku Fudi. Later, something happened. Lord Ye Shan promised Xiandu Mountain to serve as a guest secretary."

Yao Xianzhi wondered: "The last time I was in Mirage City, why didn't I say anything?"

Mr. Fu Yin secretly rejoiced, hey, in Mr. Chen's next clan, wouldn't he be on an equal footing with Pushan Huang Yiyun?

Chen Ping angrily said, "What are you talking about?"

Old General Yao said, "That's a great beauty. The rouge list of Huashen Mountain in Yunku Fudi, that is, Old Sect Master Jiang dare not include her in it, otherwise she will be among the top three in the official evaluation, and she will not be able to escape. Look. It’s not in vain to come this time.”

The old man took a sip of his wine and said with a smile, "Can you hold it?"

Chen Pingan was speechless.

Yao Xianzhi finally found a chance, and joked: "If I were to face such a beautiful and beautiful fairy teacher on the mountain, but also a female martial artist, I must be unable to help myself, and I would not be able to sleep at night."

Chen Ping smiled and said: "Can't sleep at night? Tossing and turning, right? If you hurt your waist, it will make things worse. Xianzhi, you can do it, but he is a good person. It turns out that he didn't want to harm the girl, and he was afraid of marrying into the house and becoming a widow?"

Yao Xianzhi almost suffered internal injuries, so he had to take a big gulp of warm rice wine.

The old man asked with a smile: "Since you are both great masters, do you have any lessons to discuss?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "I won."

The old man asked again: "What if we meet that Wu Shu?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, then nodded and said, "I can win."

It's just that it's not easy to win. After all, Wu Shu is a martial artist who has been fighting for many years on the Guizhen level. Apart from removing all the talisman restrictions on his hands and feet, Chen Ping also has an extra mentality of winning and losing, completely letting go Ask him with his hands and feet.

Now that Chen Pingan is asking people about boxing, there are roughly four situations that can be distinguished.

Suppressing the environment, not suppressing the environment, whether there are talisman restrictions on the body, and the last kind of "showing the real body, the posture of the city head".

Liu Zong knocked lightly on the door, pushed it open and entered, rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "What can you win if you win?"

Yao Xianzhi poured another bowl of wine for Liu Zong, and said, "We are talking about Huang Yiyun and Wu Sheng, Wu Shu."

Liu Zong shook the wine bowl, smelling the aroma of the wine, turned his head to look at the green-clothed swordsman who no longer drank and stretched out his hand to warm himself up, glanced at the stacked narrow knife on the opponent's waist, and asked, "You great disciple who opened the mountain, when did you start?" Reaching the limit?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "It is already."

Liu Zong drank all the wine in the bowl in one gulp, his whole old face was wrinkled with worry, he hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Actually, I have always wanted to find a chance to fight with Huang Yiyun. When we meet Du, she is going to discuss business with His Majesty as the owner of Mount Pushan, so it’s hard for me to open my mouth. Now, why bother to look far away, right? "

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Just wait for Brother Liu's words."

Liu Zong said with a bitter face: "I'm the golden body, I can't travel far away, and it's not appropriate to ask fists on the boat. Let's talk about it when we get to Xiandu Mountain?"

Chen Pingan said: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome."

In an instant, the world changed, only one brazier was still there, and the four of them were still sitting around the fire, but apart from that, there was nothing left in the world.

The four of them and the brazier seemed to be hovering in an endless ancient secret realm.

Yao Xianzhi stomped his feet lightly, and there were ripples under his feet, as if stepping on a calm lake.

Chen Pingan stood up, took a step sideways, and stood in the void hundreds of meters away from the brazier. With one hand behind him and the other palmed, he invited with a smile, "Warrior Liu Zong, just punch."

Liu Zong sat on the spot, his scalp numb, like sitting on pins and needles.

It is strange to say that Chen Pingan, who was dressed in a snow-white robe and strayed into the blessed land with a sword on his back, killed the invincible old man Ding Ying back then. Zong because he became the chief priest of the Daquan Yao family, he has probably heard about it, even if it was the last time we reunited in Mirage City, Chen Pingan was already a hidden official of the last generation at that time, and he was a well-deserved sword of the upper five realms. Immortal, but getting along with him, standing together, Liu Zong didn't feel any pressure, but at this moment, Liu Zong instinctively had an idea that it is not appropriate to fight with him, but to drink, chat and spank.

Yao Xianzhi held back his laughter, and was about to tease this Liu Gongfeng a few words, but saw his grandfather shaking his head lightly, motioning him not to speak.

Liu Zong took a deep breath, smiled suddenly, got up slowly, and walked towards Chen Ping's body. After standing still, he took out a horn knife that had not been used for many years from his sleeve.

It can't be regarded as a high-rank magic knife. It is still sharp against the enemy in the blessed land of hometown, but it is not enough in this Haoran world, even the magic weapon is not high enough.

It's just that this fist fight probably won't be able to keep this old man who has depended on him for life. Looking down at the horn knife, the old man will inevitably feel distressed and sad.

Liu Zong said frankly: "This questioning boxing, our two realms are very different, so I will be murderous, and I don't have any murderous intent. You should be more patient."

Chen Pingan nodded, then slipped out two short knives from the two blue sleeves, as narrow as a dagger, and threw one of the short knives to Liu Zong, "Use this short knife of mine, it's tougher, it can make your heart feel helpless." Hanging around, it's more refreshing to take out the knife."

Liu Zong heaved a sigh of relief. After putting away the ox horn knife, he shook the dagger-like short knife beautifully, and then lifted it to see the inscription "Morning Dew". Liu Zong asked with a smile, "Did you say something?"

Chen Pingan introduced: "The real name is 'Zhulu', and it is the Cao Zi dagger recorded in the official history."

And the short knife in Chen Ping's hand, the inscription "Muska", is the same as that of Cao Zi's dagger. The origin is good, and it was obtained from the assassin who cut the deer mountain back then, so Chen Ping took advantage of the situation and named it "cut the deer".

Liu Zong looked appreciatively, nodded and said: "A good knife has a good name, especially for the current knife holder."

Liu Zong's figure disappeared in a blink of an eye, and only a blade of light and firefly was dragged between the original place and a green shirt.

Chen Pingan remained motionless, raised one arm, held the tip of the chasing knife with two fingers, and slapped it down with one palm, and fell heavily on Liu Zong's face, beating Liu Zong to the ground on the spot. Pingan kicked Liu Zong's head again, and he slid out dozens of feet in an instant.

Chen Ping still stood where he was, but lightly threw the dagger back to Liu Zong.

Liu Zong jumped up, reached out to catch the dagger, wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand, then tilted his head and spit out a big mouthful of blood, and said with an angry smile: "Good boy, are you not under pressure?"

Chen Ping asked back: "Is there a difference between oppressing the situation and not oppressing the situation? Doesn't it still require me to stop and stop, so as to prevent you from being accidentally killed?"

Yao Xianzhi, who was watching the battle from a distance, stared wide-eyed. Hearing Mr. Chen's words, he suddenly felt a little strange, as if he had never really known Mr. Chen.

The old general drank his wine and said with a smile, "How do you think he got here all these years?"

One kind of rice feeds all kinds of people, and one hundred kinds of rice feeds one person.

It is not easy to live in the hearts of the world, and the hardships and hardships here are not enough for outsiders. Maybe the only words, all the truths, swordsmen only focus on swords, martial arts only focus on fists.

On the other side of the Martial Arts Field, Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "It's just that the Golden Body Realm is just enough, and it's barely a paper physique, so I think it can be regarded as half of the Far Traveling Realm? Unfortunately, on my side, I really can't That's it."

"It's okay to ask me to suppress the realm, I will suppress the three realms once, and learn the opponent's sword skills from the same realm."

"The second option is to follow me whether you want to press the situation or not. Stand still. Can you let me move and follow you? If I move half a step, I will lose."

The downcast Mangosteen lineage.

It has always been like this to teach fists and feed fists.

Couldn't take it anymore, couldn't bear it, just went back to drink, the two sides were still Brother Liu and Brother Chen.

Liu Zong didn't say anything, so of course he chose the second option.

For a stick of incense, Chen Pingan remained motionless from head to toe. If the dagger came close, he would gently push the blade away. The golden-bodied bottleneck martial artist threw all his strength and landed on the green shirt, which seemed extremely painless, or he just... slapped it down, causing Liu Zong to vomit blood.

A strange punch in a weird world, Liu Zong was just like an ordinary person shaking a mountain, overthinking his strength, and in the end he would only hurt the punch, the heavier the punch, the more serious the injury.

Staggering to his feet, Liu Zong clenched the dagger tightly, his head drooping, his face covered with blood, dripping to the ground.

Liu Zong raised his head suddenly, he had changed a few mouthfuls of the pure and genuine old martial artist, his vision was already blurred, and he could only vaguely see the man in the blue shirt not far away, who turned his back on his promise and pulled away a simple and honest man without warning. The fist fight seemed to be about to throw a fist at himself.

Not that it seems, it is.

The opponent is finally about to punch.

Just now when he was able to stand up, all of Liu Zong's strength had been exhausted. It was just such a simple movement, but it was no different from a fight with those masters of the same generation when Liu Zong was at the peak of his spiritual power in his hometown. Life to fight. The old man's figure was floating around, only the arm holding the knife was still tense, he closed his eyes, trying to force a mouthful of pure true energy, but to no avail, it couldn't be done. There are mayflies in the sky, mustard seeds, and a sense of how small I am. And I just felt that after the opponent's punch was delivered, I would definitely fall... But in a flash, even this little bit of distracting thoughts that seemed to pass by was completely drowned out by the tide-like fist that enveloped the world. Between life and death.

Liu Zong raised his head suddenly, his face was ferocious, his teeth were clenched, his arms were trembling, and with the help of a body shake, he turned around in a circle, and threw a knife at the green shirt indiscriminately.

His stature was sluggish, his hand was soft, and a Caozi dagger in his hand didn't even have the slightest brilliance.

But this knife, Lao Tzu is Liu Zong, the number one swordsman in Ouhua Blessed Land, he must hand it over!

A moment later, or maybe a long time later, Liu Zong, who was unconscious, regained consciousness a little bit, and the old man suddenly found a hand pressing his shoulder, only to hear the man chuckle softly: "Good fist."

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Xiaolongqiu, the Dragon Beard Immortal Lord from the Shangzong has returned to the Middle Earth. At the same time, the mountain lord Lin Huizhi and the Lvquan Qingqiu have also disappeared.

Fortunately, the young female crown at the Ruyijian hut in Zushan has also left Xiaolongqiu with Yujian. She just asks Linghu Jiaoyu to help guard the hut.

Now that they have arrived at Xiandu Mountain, the Tieshu Mountain Immortal who guarded the way for the two children across the continent really made a rare trip to Tongye Continent, so he left Mixue Peak and went out to travel the mountains and rivers alone.

Zheng Youqian and Tan Yingzhou go to Luobaotan every day, listen to Mr. Xiaomo teach Taoism, and help brew wine together.

In a mansion in Mi Xuefeng, Huang Yiyun, whose injuries were almost healed, went out to enjoy the snow today. She was walking along the way, and near a gazebo, she saw Qiu Du accompanied the girl Hu Chuling to build a snowman there.

Ye Yunyun learned from the old woman that her disciple Xue Huai and Pei Qian had another match at the flower-sweeping platform, which seemed to have benefited them a lot.

In the capital city of Dali, Aquarius Continent, a scholar brought the bookboy Cui Ci to visit the Fire God Temple, and found Aunt Feng under the flower shed.

Aunt Feng smiled when she saw the Confucian scholar from Lizhu Cave, "Walk against the wind, calm and kind."

Li Xisheng made a salute, and Aunt Feng disappeared from the stone step of the flower shed in an instant, and stood beside the stone table without receiving the gift.

After Li Xisheng got up, Aunt Feng took out two jugs of wine and continued: "Although this is not necessary, there is still someone to wait for."

The book boy Cui Ci neither knew the identity of the woman in front of him, nor did he know what she was trying to tell. The young man only knew her two words, which were first given by Bai Yujing's third teacher, Lu Chen.

Li Xisheng smiled and said, "What's the big way, there are yellow leaves all over the place."

In the territory of the New Cloud Dynasty in the southern part of Aquarius Continent, two people stopped at the highest peak of a lofty mountain and looked around.

A young man in sackcloth and straw sandals, with a strong figure and a dull expression, was followed by an extremely handsome young man, wearing a purple jade crown on his head and a white jade belt around his waist.

The boy was none other than Wu Tijing, the sword repairman who left Zhengyang Mountain. He glanced at the man squatting down and chewing a piece of licorice, and said, "Hu Feng, I think this place is good."

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, the spiritual energy is actually thin, but compared to the "land with beautiful mountains and rivers" in the eyes of ordinary people, it is already a bit better. Now Aquarius Continent is full of forces on the mountain who are busy vying for territory. Cut off a piece here and delineate a piece there. Otherwise, the dynasty and vassals who have successfully restored the country will send Qin Tianjian to help the people in their own country. Looking for a new site for the Immortal Mansion on the mountain, there are several mountain tops that the two have spotted before, even if they are inaccessible, there are still monks. It was not easy for them to find such a barely passable mountain top.

The man named Hu Feng chewed licorice and nodded, "This is the place to choose."

Because the two planned to establish a sect, in fact there were only Hu Feng and Wu Tijing.

But neither side thought it was a big deal.

The two traveled far away, and then met by chance, but they became friends very quickly, and there was no reason to say it.

In fact, the two sides have completely different temperaments. One is big-hearted, so confident that he is conceited. Anyway, I, Wu Tijing, should be born to be an upper five-level swordsman, sooner or later.

One is broad-minded, Hu Feng has a gentle temperament, and usually speaks slowly.

The only similarity is probably that both sides are sword cultivators.

Wu Tijing raised his eyebrows, full of confidence, as if he had the confidence from his mother's womb, and said with a smile: "Hu Feng, our sect, you come to be the head, and manage the money by the way, and I will only be the head of the law." Patriarch, well, anyway, it will definitely become the swordsmanship sect with the prefix Zong, and you will be the suzerain by then, um, similar to that downcast mountain Chen Ping'an."

A sword cultivator in the Longmen realm in his early forties.

One is less than 20 years old, and a Jindan realm swordsman.

Adding up the ages, they didn't reach 16 years, but they had to start to create a sect and think about the future sect.

If you only talk about immortal money, in fact, the sum of the two of them is less than one Grain Rain coin.

"Law-in-charge? In our sect, it is estimated that for a long time, there will only be the two of us. Who else can you control besides me?"

Hu Feng said slowly: "There is no comparison with him."

Besides, there is nothing like it. Each goes its own way, each has its own way of living.

Wu Tijing said: "Hu Feng, you have the habit of underestimating yourself. Change it in the future and learn from me."

Hu Feng said: "Your arrogance is called arrogance, and it's also a bad habit. If you don't restrain yourself a little, you will suffer a lot in the future."

Wu Tijing, a young man who really gave people a sense of madness, laughed out loud, that's why he fell in love with Hu Feng.

Unlike in Zhengyang Mountain, every time I went out, I was surrounded by flattering and flattering eyes, or some old sword cultivators who said some words of approval with a gratified face. Does Wu Tijing's sword practice have anything to do with you?

Wu Tijing hesitated for a moment, squatted down, and asked, "You and that guy are from the same town and the same age, are you familiar?"

Hu Feng turned his head to look at Wu Tijing, and smiled, as if to say, it's really rare that Wu Tijing would be so interested in someone.

Wu Tijing twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'm arrogant, but I'm not a fool. Not only Chen Ping'an, but also that Liu Xianyang, I can't beat him."

Hu Feng added three words for him without haste, "Temporary."

Wu Tijing smiled and said, "Otherwise?"

Hu Feng's ancestral house is on the other side of Erlang Lane, not far from Yuan's ancestral house in Shangzhu Kingdom of Dali.

When I was young, I followed my grandfather and walked the streets together, repairing bowls, sharpening knives and so on.

Grandpa knows a lot about the old customs in his hometown. He often helps to organize weddings and earn some money to supplement the family. In addition, grandpa opened a shop selling Spring Festival couplets, window paper and other odds and ends. It’s not too poor, but his grandfather’s surname is Chai, but his surname is Hu. The neighbors in the neighborhood say that his grandfather is a married woman, so Hu Feng received a lot of stares when he was a child, and was often used by his peers to talk about things, and his grandfather’s name , It was also when the tombstone inscriptions needed to be engraved, that Hu Feng knew for the first time.

The business of the shop is deserted. During Chinese New Year, it is only a few cents. It may not be open every day. There is only a sissy kiln worker who often visits the business. Occasionally, there will be a dark and thin little girl who acts as the oil bottle. , followed by the man who liked to raise his orchid fingers, and didn't speak, Hu Feng's only impression of her was that her eyes were so big that her face looked too small.

The sissy man who is an uncle likes to call her Rouge. In fact, this kiln worker does not have much money in his pocket. It is probably only his grandfather who does not dislike him for not being a man. He is willing to chat with him. , even if the sissy doesn't buy things, she doesn't chase people away. The little girl would sit on the threshold, and when she was so hungry, she would call uncle, and then go home together.

Grandpa passed away when Hu Feng was a teenager, and Hu Feng didn't sell his ancestral home. At that time, it seemed that "the sky changed", and everything changed.

Like the people in the small town, Hu Feng searched for treasures everywhere, rummaging through boxes and cabinets. The bottles and cans at home, but everything that looked like old objects, had to be taken out to see if they could be sold for money. Hu Feng was from Longxu River Inside, I picked up a bunch of beautiful stones. There were people asking prices on Fulu Street and Taoye Lane. Hu Feng didn't think too much about it, and divided the eight commonly known as snake gallstones into half and half. Two sums of money. During those years, I couldn't sleep well every day, and I didn't dare to leave the house for fear of being thieves.

Before that, Hu Feng met a man of the same age in Niping Lane, named Song Jixin. The old people said that he was the illegitimate son of Master Song, the supervisor. In that alley, this Song Jisan seemed to have no shortage of money in his pocket, and he brought a maid with him every day, loafing around, showing off.

Hu Feng liked to go to Laocishan since he was a child, and he could often see a guy named Dong Shuijing, who also rummaged there, picking up his own things. Feng discovered that Dong Shuijing liked to pick out those broken pieces of porcelain with words, and Dong Shuijing took the initiative to find him later. The two children, who were relatively taciturn, had a tacit understanding of "doing business" and bartering.

In Huang Erniang's wine shop, Hu Feng could often see the doorman named Zheng Dafeng. The man's eyes seemed to have grown on the woman's body.

During the water rush season, Hu Feng could always see a skinny man of the same age, who seemed to be in the same alley as Song Jixin. They were still neighbors, but one was very rich and the other was very poor.

Grandpa did not allow him to get close to the orphan named Chen, but he was not like the old man near Xinghua Lane who said so harshly, such as "Sangmenxing" and "Plague".

Grandpa just knew a lot and just told him to stay away from that person without telling him why.

Once Hu Feng was fishing alone on Qingshiya, and there were many potholes. It was passed down by word of mouth in his hometown, and the local dialect said it was Ritouwo, which was similar to that crab archway. I don’t know who was the first to say it. Yes.

Hu Feng saw with his own eyes at that time that there was a child who hadn't learned how to swim, but was greedy for play. He first paved in the shallows of the Longxu River, and then almost drowned for some reason, but Hu Feng just lost it. Fishing rod, wanted to run to save people, there was that thin guy like a bamboo pole, saw it with sharp eyes, ran all the way, jumped into the water, and dragged the child to the shore, the child was crying loudly, far away, Hu Feng I don’t know what he said, but the guy finally made the child stop crying, and seemed to have given the child a grasshopper made of straw.

When some older children nearby approached, the orphan named Chen left.

As a result, I heard that the elders of that family even burned their children's clothes that day, probably out of bad luck.

In the past, men and women, old and young, all around the Tiesuo Well, liked to enjoy the shade under the old locust tree. The parents were short-lived and couldn't hide anything anyway.

The old people told stories, the women chewed their tongues, the men looked at the women, and the children gathered in groups and played around the old locust tree.

Since there are happy event shops, of course there will be funeral shops. There are not many such shops in the small town, but there are only a few, but the business between the two is very different. Hu Feng once asked his grandfather why, and his grandfather said that the dead are the most important. No matter how poor you are, you will tighten your belt and spend some money. Even if you are borrowing money from others, you should try your best to do it in a graceful manner.

But why I can’t make much money for weddings, grandpa didn’t say why.

Grandpa was very kind to him, almost giving him whatever the family had, but there were a few rules, as long as Hu Feng could remember, grandpa would tell him again and again, for example, don't pick up the money on the road. When something happens, don't ask for help if you can't.

But if you have to ask someone for help, you must pay it back. Whether it is paying back money or favors, you can’t owe it. You can’t learn that you can spare the New Year’s Eve dinner and intentionally "stay until" the next year.

But there is a kind of happy money, Hu Feng can ask for it, and he must go there, as long as someone gets married, the bride gets married, someone will "block the way", Hu Feng will follow, receive a red envelope, and then in his heart, Silently say a few "old sayings and auspicious words" that his grandfather gave him.

In addition, although my family owns a wedding shop, if there is something in the small town, I will help if I can. After finishing the work, I will go home after eating at that family's house. If that family still needs someone to help keep the spirit, then Promise, just remember to enter the mourning hall, don't give up halfway, even if you are sleepy, just take a nap there, don't go home in the middle of the night, don't be afraid of those who have something, don't go home until dawn, just treat it as Get some sleep.

In the Immortal Tomb, on a certain day every year, Grandpa would take Hu Feng to kowtow.

Before grandpa left, he specifically told himself that even if grandpa is gone, he should not forget this matter. Even if he grows up and needs to travel far in the future, he still needs to burn three sticks of incense on this day every year.

In the westernmost part of the town, there is a wicker-like girl named Li, but she is strong enough to lift two buckets full of water on a shoulder pole. She has a younger brother who is very tough-minded. Once, the child was wearing crotchless pants and walking struttingly in an alley near her home. At that time, the child had a cicada slough picked up from somewhere or picked up from a tree between his fingers. He held it up, it was golden, glowing under the sun, it looked different, and it was much larger than the common cicada shells in small towns, so Hu Feng took a few more glances.

Perhaps because he felt that he had succeeded in showing off, the child wearing crotchless pants deliberately slowed down his pace, shook his head, twisted his wrist, and shook the cicada vigorously.

Hu Feng was sitting on a bench at the door of a house in the alley, helping to sharpen a kitchen knife. You can earn three to five copper coins by sharpening a kitchen knife, so you can negotiate the price anyway.

In the distance, a woman stood at the door of her house, with her hands on her hips, shouting loudly, calling her son to go home for dinner.

Hu Feng casually asked the kid named Huaizi if he could buy the Cicada shell for three Wen.

It was fine for Hu Feng not to speak, but when he spoke, the child became a little scared, and immediately moved to the bottom of the wall, and trotted all the way against the wall with his head bowed, not daring to talk to him at all.

Hu Feng didn't take it seriously either, and was a little thankful that the child didn't take it seriously, otherwise it would be three pennies, what was he trying to do, so he concentrated on it and continued to sharpen his knife with his head down.

I never thought that the child would tiptoe back, put the golden cicada on the bench, and then ran away.

When Hu Feng wanted to call him to stop, the child galloped, raised his pants, turned a corner, and disappeared.

Hu Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and after a while, a head poked out from the corner wall and hid away, before he dared to grin at Hu Feng.

Hu Feng took out the copper coins, and the child shook his head vigorously.

At that time, Hu Feng didn't know what such a roadside encounter really meant, and how much impact it would have on his future life.

I used to think that year after year, I would carry the ancestral wooden box full of things, walk around the streets, carry a whetstone, or help people mend pots and pans.

In addition, the two whetstones handed down in the family, after Hu Feng left his hometown, happened to be at a fairy family ferry, and through a book of the fairy family that specially recorded the treasures on the mountain, he found out that they were actually the legendary dragon-slaying stones. .

I gave Wu Tijing a piece, and it was a slightly larger piece.

Hu Feng didn't have many friends in the small town. Since he was away from home, he sincerely made friends with Wu Tijing, and the other party's sword practice qualifications were much better than his own, so there was no need to be stingy.

Wu Tijing asked curiously, "What are you thinking about? You're so engrossed in thinking about it."

Hu Feng smiled and said, "Think about things from your childhood."

He didn't even know how to repay that person named Li Huai.

Because that golden cicada sloughed off, it was a cave filled with sword energy.

Wu Tijing clicked his tongue and said, "Your hometown is really speechless."

Hu Feng said: "Actually, it's okay. Knowing everything is the same as knowing nothing. It's always the same."

Hu Feng took out a bamboo flute and played it lightly.

In the moonlight, the sound of the flute is leisurely, all over the mountains and plains.

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A Luxianzhi is about to arrive at the ferry of Xiandu Mountain.

Chief priest Liu Zong's face was pale, but he was in good spirits, but his gait was unsteady, as if he had been drinking.

So after the group disembarked, Liu Zong did not disembark with him, because this Lubianzhi was about to leave for Daquan Mirage City.

Chen Ping took General Yao and Yao Xianzhi to Qingping Peak.

After the ferry was re-launched, Liu Zong left the bow, came to a room on the first floor of the ferry, knocked on the door lightly, and shouted: "Your Majesty."

After crossing the threshold, Empress Oizumi was already sitting at the table reviewing the memorial, and a maid in the room was standing on tiptoe, closing the window gently.

When climbing the mountain, Chen Ping chatted with the old general.

Chatted about some landscape knowledge and stories of old friends.

Chen Pingan misses his hometown and Luopo Mountain a little bit.

Probably becoming the most fascinating person in your mind is a demonstration.

Naturally, Chen Pingan thought of the hard-working old cook.

Maybe in Zhu Lian's heart, it's like living with a child who will never grow up, called Jiang Hu.