Sword of Coming

The old Taoist came suddenly and left suddenly.

Just like that, Chen Pingan was left alone on the edge of the pit. He neither told Chen Pingan how to leave this blessed land of lotus flowers, nor when the Taoist contemplation would end. As for the blessing of ascension, ten people in the world, The old Taoist didn't even mention it.

However, the old Taoist left without warning. Although he left a huge mess for Chen Pingan, Chen Pingan was relieved. He loosened the heartstring that was almost broken, staggered and swayed a few times, and finally I couldn't hold on any longer, so I simply fell backwards and fell to the ground.

Without a breath of pure zhenqi to hold on for dear life, the injuries that had been driven into the ground by Ding Ying Yin Shen's sword completely exploded. Chen Ping'an seemed to be lying in a pool of blood, with blood constantly flowing out.

But the smile in Chen Pingan's eyes was very satisfying.

With Chu Yi and Fifteen protecting him, Ding Ying was dead and there was no one around. Chen Ping'an extravagantly used his last bit of energy to take off the sword gourd, put it tremblingly to his mouth, and swallowed it forcefully. Drinks, too much debt, and this pain are just scratching the itch. Chen Pingan just feels that it would be a pity not to drink at this moment.

Chen Ping'an didn't notice that on the golden robe on his body, between the claws of the golden dragon in the middle of the chest, there was a huge snow-white bead filled with rich thunder plasma, and there were two on the shoulders. Under the claws and jaws of the smaller golden dragon, two slightly smaller beads also had a few wisps of lightning lingering around them.

It's just that Jin Li's changes are nothing compared to Chen Pingan's earth-shaking vision.

The most complete transformation.

The previous soaking in the thunder pond gave Chen Ping'an's bones a golden and jade luster, which is a sign of what practitioners call "golden branches and jade leaves".

Deep and solid roots are the way to longevity.

Chen Pingan was confused and confused.

It was like having a dream while half asleep.

In the dream, someone pointed to a surging river and asked Chen Pingan if he wanted to cross the river.

The man asked and answered himself, saying that if you, Chen Pingan, want to cross the river and not be restricted by the road, you need a bridge. Then you can naturally cross the river.

Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer, so he just squatted by the river and scratched his head.

This is your true intention, and you can’t fake it.

The man said that there is no coincidence in writing, and said, "Didn't you, Chen Ping'an, already learn the teachings of someone's sages?" Could it be that reading to know etiquette, all the time, and everyone, and those truths that you, Chen Pingan, have been holding in your stomach, are just empty words?

Chen Pingan complained, not knowing how to hide his emotions, "After learning the truth, what does it have to do with bridges?"

The man didn't explain why, he only said how to do it, "Visualize the appearance of a bridge in your mind, any bridge will do. You are not old, but you have traveled a lot. Don't worry, as long as it is a Bridges are just fine, there’s not much to pay attention to, even the ones in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, it doesn’t matter. When visualizing, don’t restrict your thoughts or be distracted, don’t be afraid of them, just relax your mind, the more the better, what you want is The spirit reaches the eight extremes, and the mind travels ten thousand places."

Chen Ping'an, who didn't know where he was, "closed" his eyes by the river.

For no reason, I thought of the golden arch bridge in the sea of ​​clouds. It was so long that it seemed to have no end.

Chen Pingan couldn't see the old Taoist. No matter how he searched, he was destined to find no trace of the old Taoist.

So Chen Pingan would not see that the old Taoist glanced at the clouds and mist above the long river, with a strange expression on his face, and did not hear the old Taoist scolding Chen Qing for causing trouble for himself, and scolding the old scholar for not being fuel-efficient. Deng, finally praised the vision and courage of a younger generation, and remembered an "old friend" of the mountains and rivers who was not a human being.

Chen Ping'an's eyes widened and he saw the outline of a golden arch bridge vaguely appearing at his feet on the other side of the long river, but it was erratic and unstable.

There was an extra book in his hand, which contained a moral article written by an old man, recording the sequential doctrine of a Confucian saint who had never appeared in this world.

Every word came out of the book one after another, and the golden light shone towards the golden arch bridge that Chen Ping'an imagined.

A word is like a brick.

It's a pity that half of the text in the book is still lifeless, especially in the middle and back pages, where every word remains motionless.

No matter what, the long golden bridge over the river finally became strong as if a person had a piece of spirit to support it.

However, it was still a long way from being finally completed, allowing Chen to walk across the river safely. It was still a long way from flesh and blood.

This is like a person. If he only has a soul but no body, he is just a skeleton, a lonely ghost, unable to see the sun or enter the world of the sun.

Furthermore, the length and majesty of the bridge were unexpected, so the words in the book were not enough.

The old Taoist said: "Take a walk and try to see if it will collapse."

Chen Pingan shook his head and replied intuitively: "It will definitely collapse."

The old Taoist did not question Chen Ping'an. After some thought, he walked out of the small world he had created.

Then, there is no more.

On the edge of the pit, Chen Pingan suddenly sat up. There was no long river, let alone the old Taoist.

The world is just vast.

There are two flying swords beside him, the first and the fifteenth.

Although Chen Pingan is not Chen Pingan's natal flying sword, he has followed Chen Pingan on his travels, getting along day and night, depending on each other, and has long been connected.

A silence, a guilt.

Chen Pingan tied up the sword gourd, stretched out his hands, patted the two flying swords, and comforted: "It's good that the three of us are still alive. Besides, we will definitely not be so aggrieved next time, let alone if If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have been able to survive the moment when my soul left my body..."

Chen Pingan stopped talking because he found that on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, one became more silent and the other became more guilty.

Chen Pingan stood up, patted the sword gourd, and murmured as he walked: "You guys go back here first, we have to rush into the city to find the Lotus Man! This journey may not be smooth. Without you, I would be fighting with others now. , I really don’t have any confidence. If I don’t cultivate myself for ten days and a half, not to mention this old devil, even that child who knows how to wield a sword will not be able to relax. I will need you two to help clear the way later.”

The two flying swords returned to the sword gourd.

Chen Ping'an walked to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom alone.

As he got closer and closer to the city, the golden robe gradually changed from golden to a snow-white robe again.

Chen Pingan understood clearly and looked back.

The battlefield behind you, with Guniu Mountain as the center, is full of spiritual energy that lingers here. It should be the largest "cave paradise" in the world.

Of course, martial arts is also strong.

If you are not in a hurry to return to the city to find the little lotus figure, staying where you are is actually the most profitable.

However, Chen Pingan raised his head and glanced at the city in the distance. If he took advantage of it, he could easily become the common enemy of the world.

As for entering the city in full public view, would there be any danger?

Chen Ping'an walked on the quiet and deserted official road, and he could fly ten feet away with one step.

Those words he said before were mainly to comfort the frustrated first and fifteenth graders. In fact, if anyone dares to block the way at this time and still wants to pester them endlessly, then Chen Ping'an will be holding his breath, and the truth will only be on his side.

I have seen the old man surnamed Cui in Zhulou being invincible.

There are two different realms than defeating an invincible person "in the world" with your own hands.

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Gunniu Mountain has been destroyed, so why beat the sky drum for the second time, and talk about the place of ascension.

On the other side of the capital wall, Zhou Fei, who was playing in the world, felt a little heavy.

It’s not like everyone’s hard work has been in vain, right?

As the thunder pool in the sky dispersed, the clouds and mist parted to see the bright sun, Fan Wan'er raised the mirror, it shone brightly, and her beautiful face was reflected on the mirror.

Just when Fan Wan'er was about to put away the bronze mirror, she suddenly found herself in the mirror smiling, but she clearly didn't have any smile at all.

"Fan Wan'er" smiled and sighed in the mirror.

Fan Wan'er heard a voice in his heart, "Idiot."

Like being struck by lightning.

As if it was hot to the touch, Fan Wan'er lost the bronze mirror, holding his head that was hurting and about to burst with both hands, his face full of bitterness and tears.

Far away from the city wall, Ya'er cautiously called out to Palace Master Zhou.

Zhou Fei turned his head and found that the green dress on her body had automatically fallen off and was dangling, like a singer dancing, feeling sorry for herself and as if no one else was around.

Zhou Fei sneered: "You've got it in my hands, and you still want to leave?"

Zhou Fei stretched out his hand to grab it, and there was a handprint dented on the shoulder of the dress. The blue dress still floated to the right, tearing continuously, and finally made a sound of tearing silk. Zhou Fei found a piece of torn brocade in his hand, and frowned. He said, "I want to see how long your old lady's soul can hide! What are you planning?"

There were more and more broken dresses in Zhou Fei's hands.

Both he and Lu Fang knew Tong Qingqing's position in the world.

In order to regain her stubborn temperament, the Taishang Grandmaster of Taiping Mountain did not want her to move forward and take big gambles. Before throwing her into the Blessed Land of Lotus Roots, he temporarily turned her upside down with his veritable immortal magical power. The Taoist heart makes her seem to be born with a fear of death. I hope she can realize the Tao between the two extremes, finally break through the barrier of life and death, and successfully enter the upper five realms.

Since Tong Qingqing, the relegated immortal in this life, is extremely afraid of death, it is reasonable to hide here and there.

But for someone who is so afraid of death, it would definitely be unreasonable to not cherish his martial arts talent at all.

So it must be interesting to know what Tong Qingqing's ultimate move is.

The old man in Jingxinzhai, who is the same generation as Tong Qingqing's mentor or even a generation above him, has high hopes for Tong Qingqing. She has a photographic memory. In terms of erudition, she is probably second only to Ding Ying, and her martial arts talent is even more amazing. , if it weren't for his extremely weak and cowardly temperament, Tong Qingqing would most likely be the greatest master in the world under Ding Ying.

Once Ding Ying, who seemed to be at odds with good and evil but was actually secretly allied, died, Yu Zhenyi's desire to kill Zhongqiu would definitely fade away. Moreover, he had already obtained Ding Laomo's silver lotus crown, firmly occupying a place among the top three. Zhenyi is unwilling to ascend, so he will definitely not add any unnecessary extravagance to avoid becoming the target of public criticism. After all, by joining forces with Ding Ying to set up such a big game, Yu Zhenyi has already committed a huge taboo against all the masters.

At present, it is only Yu Zhenyi's combat power that has not been damaged at all, which makes people dare not break up with him and talk about the morality of the world.

At least Zhong Qiu and the knife sharpener Liu Zong, as well as the secretive Tong Qingqing, must have a bad impression of Yu Zhenyi.

So Zhou Fei is actually not willing to break up with Tong Qingqing at this time, but he must get this green dress and the golden Arhat that Monk Yunni went to ask for from the Emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom. The former was to take away the demon sect Ya'er and use it to sharpen his son Zhou Shi's character; the latter was to exchange for a magic weapon and give it to Lu Fang. A few years later, Chun Chao Palace lost Zhou Fei. But with the bird's-eye view of the Peak Sword Immortal and the Spring Chao Palace, Zhou Shi has no worries on his way to the top of martial arts.

In the final analysis, it is too difficult for a great monk like him to give birth to an heir, especially the Jiang family of the Jade Guizong, which has been passed down by a single line for many years.

A bald old man carried a big suitcase on his back and climbed to the top of the city. He was walking as fast as flying. It was Monk Yunni who had taken off his cassock and left the Vajra Temple.

Passing by Fan Wan'er, who was squatting on the ground with his head covered, the old man glanced curiously, wondering why the young fairy from Jingxinzhai was in such pain.

But when the old man saw Zhou Fei "tearing" the blue dress with his hands, the old man, who was no longer a monk, shouted angrily: "Zhou Fei!"

Zhou Fei sneered and said: "Old bald donkey, do you really think that this dress came to you with any good intentions? It was just one of the tricks of the old witch Tong Qingqing. You have been fooling her for most of your life, and you still insist on it?" It is true that the skirt is one of the four magical treasures of good fortune, but is there nothing in it? The soul of Tong Qingqing in Jingxinzhai has long been hidden in it."

The old man was unmoved, his eyes widened, like the angry glare of King Kong in the temple hall, "Do you want to take care of it?! We agreed that you will leave this world with 'Miss Qingqing', and I will bring you this Arhat Gold" Shen, if you, Zhou Fei, dare to break your promise, I will kill you!"

Zhou Fei was amused, "You are an old bald donkey, and you call me a young girl in a dress. Are you sorry?"

The old man was speechless for a moment and felt a little guilty.

Zhou Fei pointed at Fan Wan'er in the distance with admiration in his eyes, "This direct disciple of Tong Qingqing, the future owner of Jingxinzhai, is probably the body of Tong Qingqing, the banished immortal in this life! She first rejuvenated her youth and met Yu The true meaning is the same, she looks like a child, but she abandons her realm and cultivation, grows along the current, and becomes a young woman like Fan Wan'er, and with Jingzhanglou helping her to hide from the sky, you and me, everyone in the world, even Ding Ying, she was all fooled!"

Zhou Fei laughed loudly, "You even lied to yourself, Tong Qingqing, you are cruel! That's all, they are all foreign objects."

Zhou Fei waved his sleeves and let the blue dress float away.

Without the blue dress, it means that if you want the golden Arhat, you can only snatch it from Monk Yunni.

But after Zhou Fei weighed the pros and cons, he gave up both blessings and only wanted a spot as the third grandmaster.

You can also take away the Demon Cult Ya'er.

In this blessed land of lotus flowers, for the banished immortals who are Qi practitioners in the vast world, one is doing the dojo in a snail shell, with hands and feet tied up, and the other is a clever woman who cannot make a meal without rice and has no way to start.

The appearance of Chen Pingan disrupted all plans. Even if Ding Ying can die, who else in this world dares to say that he will not die?

Zhou Fei is worried that his boat will capsize in the gutter, and even he will be slaughtered by then. Although it doesn't prevent me from leaving the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, the loss is a bit big.

The biggest problem at the moment is that among the ten people in the world, only two are dead, one at the end, Ding Ying and Feng Qingbai.

There are eight left, which means that five more need to die before the promise in the secret letter can take effect.

Lu Fang was worthy of being a long-time friend of the head of the Jiang family. He quickly figured out the link, "Don't worry, in the next sixty years, with me watching, Zhou Shi will definitely be among the top three."

For the first time, Zhou Fei chose to take a step back. Of course, Monk Yunni was unwilling and did not dare to be aggressive, and followed the "Qingqing girl" to Fan Wan'er.

She rubbed her eyebrows vigorously with both hands.

Then the young and stunning beauty straightened up and patted her cheeks with both hands, making a snapping sound.

Fan Guan'er stretched out two fingers, twisted the collar of the blue dress in front of her, shook it a few times, put it on herself, tore it open, and threw it to the confused old man. Monk, she smiled and said: "Don't worry, your so-called girl Qingqing is still there. You just need to go to Guniu Mountain and stay there, and she will be able to regain her vitality soon. She is the real owner of this dress, and my soul is nothing." It has only been here for decades, and after I stayed there, I banned it myself, making it no different from a dead thing. In this way, it is not easy to be discovered by Ding Ying. So you have spoken to this dress for so many years. What, are they Buddhist words or love words, anyway, I didn’t hear a word.”

The old monk held his clothes in his arms and blushed a little.

Fan Wan'er narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought, no longer paying attention to this monk who had already moved his heart.

The memory came back bit by bit, like a clear spring flowing into her heart, but she deliberately put it in the corner of her heart and ignored it for now.

Instead, we started the review with the pure "Jingxinzhai disciple Fan Wan'er".

Senior sister Zhou Shuzhen accepted a disciple on behalf of her master and took her young self back. At Jingxin Pavilion, the forbidden area of ​​the sect, Fan Wan'er just bowed three times to the scroll.

She was once the person who most wanted to see "Tong Qingqing" in the world, so Zhou Shuzhen finally gave her a bronze mirror.

She learned the white ape's back sword technique, and was praised by the world as "with or without a back sword, she is like two Fan Wan'er".

But Fan Guan'er discovered that no one in this world could use this secret skill, the last sword. There was neither such a sword nor such a warrior's physique, but Zhou Shuzhen still insisted on her studying this skill. The white ape carries the sword skill.

Therefore, in Baihe Temple, Chen Ping'an, the banished immortal, was surprised why Fan Wan'er was "almost on the road" but seemed to be walking with a heavy load, walking in an extremely sloppy way, because most of his soul was missing, like a walking corpse, how could he Be flexible.

Fan Wan'er also asked Prince Wei Yan on the bridge if he often saw familiar people and things. Later, in the prince's residence, the old cook, who was ranked third in the world in cultivation, also noticed Fan Wan'er's weirdness at a glance. However, the old man mistakenly thought that she was just the reincarnation of a certain "exiled immortal", so she was relatively easy to be fooled. "Ghosts are on the body", and there will be certain auras lingering on the body.

Thinking of the two times he took the initiative to find Chen Ping'an by accident.

Fan Wan'er grinned, "Well, what kind of background does it take for someone to have the ability to get the Grand Master's uncle to agree to let him possess her?" He came to Ouhua Blessed Land in danger just to warn Chen Ping'an? It's a pity that the rules in this world are too big, and it's not easy to find loopholes. So both times, "Fan Wan'er" could only stare and couldn't say a word. And that Chen Pingan probably just regarded himself as Crazy woman?

"Fan Guan'er" stepped on the ruins of the wall, leaned forward, put an arm on his leg, and looked into the distance with a full smile.

At that time at the night market, at a table near her and Chen Ping'an, it looked like ordinary people were cursing each other. The two parties slapped the table and stared at each other. They were scolding an old madam and a prostitute. If they didn't do it three times, they would open a brothel directly in the other person's house. some type of.

The real meaning is, of course, that "there are only three things that can be done".

But those curse words are really careless. They sound like the wording of that bratty little Taoist boy. This time when he returns to Haoran World, even if the Supreme Master stops him, he still has to talk to that brat who has long disliked him. Speak well. In the past ninety years, Ding Ying had met her several times by chance, and it was probably not the little Taoist boy who was good at making decisions. But that time when he was kidnapped by the master of the Bingfu Sect, she dared to assert that it was definitely the little bastard who held a grudge who was playing tricks on her. Although It was a near miss, but looking back, it’s quite disgusting.

And because of possession.

The most important thing is that the Supreme Master broke the rules of Ouhua Blessed Land, which also caused all the plans of "Jingxinzhai Tong Qingqing" to be in vain.

Xiao Daotong quickly decided on the final ten people before Tong Qingqing got the soul of the bronze mirror and blue dress.

Or is it that the Supreme Master, who has been cheating and cheating all his life, met a rich man, so he no longer cares about the money? Are you going to spend money to get yourself out of the Lotus Root Land?

Fan Wan'er, or rather Tong Qingqing's sight.

The white robe was already approaching the city.

No, to be precise, she should be Taoist nun Huang Ting of Taiping Mountain now, no longer the slimy puppet Fan Wan'er, let alone the timid Tong Qingqing who was afraid of death.

She shouted, raised her arms high, and extended her thumb to the guy outside the city.

This is the first time in her life that the famous Taoist nun from Taiping Mountain admires a man younger than herself.

Chen Pingan raised his head, looked at the strange and unfamiliar Fan Wan'er, and frowned.

He just looked at Zhong Qiu, and the two smiled at each other.

In Chen Ping'an's mind, no matter where the arena is, there should be people in the arena like Song Yushao and Zhong Qiu. That would be considered an arena.

Huang Ting raised his eyebrows and smiled even more, "You have personality, I like it!"

Outside the city was Chen Pingan who stopped.

On the top of the city, among the ten people on the list were Yu Zhenyi, the leader of the Hushan Sect, who had already put on the silver lotus crown, with a glazed flying sword hovering next to him, and took out a jade bamboo folding fan. On each fan bone, in small characters, a unique martial arts skill is recorded.

Zhong Qiu, with a relieved look on his face, was lying on the top of the ruined city, his shoulders were slumped, and he no longer looked like the usual Nanyuan Imperial Master.

Spring tide palace week fat.

Tang Tieyi, the Northern Jin general with a solemn expression, kept stroking the handle of the master's sword with his thumb.

Liu Zong, the knife sharpener.

Monk Yunni holding a soft blue dress.

Cheng Yuanshan doesn't know where he is hiding in the capital.

The tenth ranger, Feng Qingbai, had died under the sword of his good brother Tang Tieyi.

The number one demon, Ding Laomo, died in the hands of the banished immortal named Chen Ping'an.

In addition to the ten people, there is Huang Ting who has completely changed his aura on the top of the city. Although she is not among the ten people, I am afraid that even Zhou Fei does not dare to provoke her now. When her soul merged with her body, her appearance began to change. Her already beautiful appearance added a bit of brilliance, making her even more stunning.

Lu Fang, who has a bird's eye view of the peak, plans to stay in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land for another sixty years, not only for his Taoist heart, but also for his friend's son, acting as his half-guardian.

The hairpin man, Zhou Shi, was thinking not only about the sadness of the upcoming farewell, but also about the beautiful longing for sixty years from now.

Demon Cult Ya'er is about to be taken out of this world by Zhou Fei. When Ding Ying dies, she is the one who is most devastated.

At this moment, when everyone saw the young banished immortal, he stopped on the official road outside the city gate.

Yu Zhenyi's eyes were dark, and there was no emotion on his face.

Zhong Qiu smiled knowingly. The person who killed Old Demon Ding should be so domineering! It's like saying that you all have seen that I, Chen Ping'an, was injured in the battle with Ding Ying. Whoever wants to take advantage of the situation, just come and get down to the top of the city. We will decide whether to live or die.

Liu Zong, the knife sharpener, sighed and leaned against the wall. He was feeling worried. After seeing the shocking battle at Guniu Mountain, he really didn't have the energy to wade into the muddy water. He felt it was pointless. If there is still a chance to walk down the city and return to the shop in Kejia Bridge safely this time, otherwise he will just be a rich man from now on. At most, he can choose one or two direct disciples who are pleasing to his eyes, and don't think about it.

A trace of anger flashed across Longwu General Tang Tieyi's eyes. He just hesitated for a moment and simply closed his eyes to rest, out of sight and out of mind.

In the end, Chen Pingan walked straight through the city gate and gradually disappeared.

Yu Zhenyi floated up, stepped on the glazed flying sword over there, and was about to go to Guniu Mountain.

The abundant spiritual energy gathered from all over the world has begun to disperse everywhere. How could he, Yu Zhenyi, a cultivator, miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

Spiritual energy is different from the illusory martial arts in the world. It doesn't pick anyone, as long as it has the ability, anyone can be embraced.

Tang Tieyi stared at the depressed knife sharpener Liu Zong and walked slowly along the horse path.

Liu Zong was horrified, jumped up, and cursed: "You Tang Tieyi, how dare you treat me like a soft persimmon?!"

Huang Ting focused on Zhou Fei, who didn't like it.

What the Master of Spring Chao Palace did in this blessed land, Jingxinzhai Tong Qingqing could tolerate, but Taipingshan Taoist Priest Huang Ting couldn't!

In Fan Guan'er's eyes, it was an ordinary bronze mirror, but in Huang Ting's hands, there was a lot of mystery. She controlled the object with her energy and grabbed the bronze mirror on the ground in her hand. She tapped the mirror surface with her fingers, and bang Suddenly it shattered, and after the mirror shattered, a vision like a deep green pool was revealed. Huang Ting stretched out her fingers, as if she had grasped something, and when she pulled out, she pulled out a sheathed long sword!

She is the proud daughter of Taipingshan, the third largest sect in Tongye Continent. As the future sect leader, as long as she reaches the upper five realms, she will become the Huang Ting of the twelve realms!

It would be outrageous if this did not include some family wealth.

For a moment, Zhou Shi and Ya'er looked at each other, because they both felt the light on their backs.

The two men turned their heads suddenly.

He happened to look into the eyes of the white-robed banished immortal looking towards the top of the city.

Zhou Fei smiled and scolded: "Ding Laomo, a guy with a lofty ideal, has failed more than succeeded and failed, which has caused great harm to me."

Zhou Fei turned to look at Lu Fang, who was also helpless, "Unless this person ascends with you, Zhou Shi will definitely be in danger if he stays in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land."

Zhou Fei pinched his chin. If it was difficult to make a good relationship, then he would have to make other plans.

But at this moment, everyone couldn't help but look up at the sky.

A large golden hole opened in the sea of ​​clouds, and a beam of light instantly fell on the city.

In the blink of an eye.

I am afraid that no one in the capital will notice this scene except for these banished immortals and masters at the top of the city.

In everyone's field of vision, a short Taoist boy appeared, holding a small and exquisite multicolored rattle in his hand, but carrying a huge golden gourd on his back, which was almost as tall as a person, which looked extremely funny.

After Huang Ting saw this little kid, he said "Yohe" and stopped caring about Zhou Fei. He strode towards this Taoist boy who was very annoying in the world.

After the little Taoist boy caught a glimpse of the murderous Huang Ting, he rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not here to fight this time. If you go too far and annoy my master, I'm not afraid that your supreme master will protect you in vain." So many years?"

Huang Tingruo was still the Taoist nun from Taiping Mountain before coming to Lotus Root Blessed Land. She would only say that it was my family's ancestor's business, and then she should take action. But at this moment, she grinned, and her face looked like we would wait and see when we arrived in Haoran World. expression. The little Taoist boy returned the favor with the same grin and disapproval. Are you comparing yourself to me, the little Taoist master? Is Taiping Mountain a little too small? It’s not the Dragon Tiger Mountain in the Middle-earth Divine Continent.

The little Taoist boy moistened his throat, puffed up his chest, and strode along the horsewalk at the top of the city. His voice was not loud, but everyone could hear him clearly, "The rules have changed, which is a great benefit to you." The news is that the ten people who survived the last list can ascend. Those who are unwilling to leave this world can just leave the city by themselves after I sound the second drum and before the third. Of course, even if you don't ascend, those who walk down the city can still get a magic weapon."

"Remember, those who ascend at the top of the city will leave their physical bodies in this world, and only use their souls to go to other places, retaining all memories. Don't think that starting over again is a bad thing. The mystery behind it will be experienced by yourself later. "

The little Taoist boy walked arrogantly, "The top three on the list will be even more blessed. Yu Zhenyi, who is second, can take away three people if he chooses to ascend. Zhou Fei, who is third, can take him away at will. One person. My master has spoken, except for Ding Ying. These people who were taken away can leave together in body."

"Well, it seems that many people are confused. Don't be surprised. You are too weak to be qualified to participate. If you are lucky, you will end up like Feng Qingbai."

At this point, the little Taoist boy smiled at Huang Ting and said, "You are angry or not. You could have been among the top three. Alas, God is not as good as man. There is nothing you can do about it. Who asked you to hook up with that person in Taipingshan?" Two outsiders broke the rules first, and my master was very angry at the time."

Huang Ting twitched the corner of his mouth.

The little Taoist boy tilted his head, stared at her face, and added fuel to the fire: "Huang Ting, why are you so shameless? In the world, you are not half as good-looking as you are now..."

The little Taoist boy seemed to have been hit on the back of the head and suddenly fell into disrepute. He did not feel embarrassed. He stood up and patted his Taoist robe. When he passed by Huang Ting, he made a face and continued: "Finally, It's an old rule passed down from generation to generation. Don't publicize today's affairs easily to the outside world. You just need to know it in your heart. Of course, if you really can't hold it back, mention it to a very small number of people. It won't get in the way."

After saying this in one breath, the little Taoist boy raised his rattle and swayed it gently.

There was no sign of heaven or earth, just a slight thud.

Is this the second sound of the heavenly drum?

Yu Zhenyi stepped on the glazed flying sword and slapped the little Taoist boy, "Farewell to the Immortal Master."

Facing this "peer" in appearance, the little Taoist boy had a different attitude. He was a little more serious and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Go ahead, everyone has their own ambitions. My master is not disappointed with you, so please cherish it." A Jiazi."

Yu Zhenyi showed an excited expression for the first time, and moved away with his sword, heading to the Guniu Mountain battlefield site to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

It is expected that he will break through again after leaving the border, and he may be able to fight against his enemy Chen Ping'an.

Zhong Qiuxiao asked: "Liu Zong, what do you say?"

Liu Zong, the knife sharpener, thought for a while and said with a smile: "I'll ask the imperial master to help me sell the shop later. I believe that with the help of the imperial master, he has already known the young people I have chosen, and the money will be divided by then." Give them to a few of them.”

Zhongqiu nodded, "It's not difficult. So let's just say goodbye?"

Liu Zong sighed.

Zhong Qiu holds his fists.

Liu Zong quickly clasped his fists in return and couldn't help but ask: "Master Zhong, aren't you leaving together? After you leave, there may be a chance to come back, but if you don't leave this time, there will be no chance to ascend."

Zhongqiu shook his head and said, "My hometown is where my heart is at ease."

Liu Zong kept his fists clasped and never put them down.

Zhong Qiu smiled warmly, gently pressed Liu Zong's hand, turned around and left, walking down the city wall.

Xiao Daotong glanced at Zhong Qiu's back and shook his head.

Tang Tieyi quickly followed Zhong Qiu.

Monk Yunni stepped out of the city in one step and fell outside the city. He held the blue dress in his arms and ran quickly towards Guniu Mountain.

There are not many left on top of the city.

Zhou Fei said to Lu Fang: "Take Zhou Shi to hide first. It's best to leave Nanyuan Kingdom as far away as possible. Once I leave the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, no one can stop Chen Ping'an."

Lu Fang and Zhou Shi did not hesitate, and immediately stormed down the city, bypassed Guniu Mountain, and headed for the border of Nanyuan Kingdom.

In the end, there were only four people left, the little Taoist boy carrying a huge gourd, Huang Ting of Taipingshan, "Zhou Fei" of Jade Guizong, and Liu Zong, a native of Ouhua Blessed Land.

The little Taoist boy glanced under a certain stone bridge in the city, where the Arm Saint Cheng Yuanshan was hiding. He was full of sarcasm, yawned, shook the rattle at will, and the third drum sounded.

If Cheng Yuanshan does not appear at the top of this city, it will be like trying to draw water from a bamboo basket, unable to ascend, and there will be no additional opportunities.

A bright beam of light surged down and enveloped Liu Zong. His whole person disappeared in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

The little Taoist boy was obviously very impressed with Zhou Fei. He revealed a little more secrets and said softly: "That Chen Ping'an, don't worry about him misbehaving here. Hehe, he still has to suffer."

Zhou Fei looked stunned and said with a smile: "Thank you."

The second beam of light fell on the human world. Zhou Fei stayed longer than Liu Zong, his figure was blurred, and he waved goodbye to Huang Ting leisurely.

The little Taoist boy smiled and looked at the frowning Taipingshan Taoist Sister, "Are you worried about your situation?"

Huang Ting sneered and said: "You go back and tell my ancestor that you don't have to spend money. I can do what Sui Zuoyou couldn't do in ten years at most. That's when I will break through. I will physically ascend and return to the vast world."

The little Taoist boy smiled playfully, pointed his toes, carried such a big golden gourd on his back, and began to "fly up" in the air. There was no light beam near him, and he swam crookedly, like a dog pawing, and slowly swam toward the sky...

Huang Ting glanced at it and didn't want to look at that picture again. Only this little brat could do such a childish thing.

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In the capital city of Nanyuan Kingdom, there was a skinny little girl. She sold her books, bought two pieces of clothes, and the remaining copper coins. She ordered a large table of delicacies that would only appear in dreams, and wolfed them down. She was afraid that she would be slow to eat, but she had eaten too much. Unfortunately, sitting on the chair, she had to stand up high to reach the delicious dishes on the other side of the table. Her face was greasy, and she felt that she had never been so happy.

A child named Cao Qinglang was taken to the Yamen by a group of officers and soldiers. Four straw mats were spread outside the lobby and covered with four white cloths. The child squatted there in a daze, saying nothing.

Under a bridge, Arm Saint Cheng Yuanshan was still waiting hard for the second loud drum beat.

There was a scholar from the Han tribe. Hearing that someone had died not far away, he was dragged by his friends to join in the fun. He was already surrounded by people. The scholar only heard that she was a beautiful woman. He thought that when she came back, he would definitely meet her. She talked about this tragedy, and the most important thing was to ask her to go out less. Now that the two of them were in a tight situation, there was no need for her to visit relatives or borrow money to buy books for him.

Flying all the way back to the street, Chen Pingan's steps were heavy after turning into an alley.

When entering the city, even though there were so many masters standing on the top of the city.

Chen Ping'an still looked invincible like never before, wearing white clothes, hanging a wine pot, holding a long sword, and passed by gracefully.

But at this moment, facing a city house with cheap Spring Festival couplets on it, Chen Pingan raised his hand several times, but dropped it again without knocking on the door.

Chen Ping'an didn't know.

The old Taoist stood behind him and looked at him.

An experienced Taoist needs to "know" two things.

How do you, Chen Pingan, know yourself?

How will you view the world?