Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan stood by the river.

A quarter of an hour later.

Chen Ping'an sneered in his heart, this old turtle is really decisive and cruel, and he doesn't care about his daughter's life at all?

I saw that the entire Black River, which was originally turbid, turned into ink color, and then starting from the far upstream, the river quickly froze.

It seems that he has made up his mind to kill the scholar who has entered the water to search for treasures in the river.

Not only that, in the distant sky, there was a strong man with lightning intertwined all over his body, coming towards him with great momentum.

He is the Thunder God General of Jixiao Mountain.

However, apart from this one, there seemed to be no other monsters participating in the encirclement and suppression. Including the Great Sage who could move mountains, they either hid further away or stood still.

Chen Ping'an was a little surprised. Could it be that this monster from Jixiao Mountain had nowhere to vent his anger when he learned that someone had poached those golden thunder whips? After getting the tip from Lao Yu, he abandoned the rest of his allies and was willing to come alone. Fighting?

The old turtle used his natal magical power to freeze a black river for hundreds of miles. Chen Pingan was powerless to deal with such strange things.

But the Jixiaoshan monster still needs to be stopped.

The self-proclaimed Thunder God General seems to have activated the real fire. On the Diyong Mountain side, his body was only surrounded by two tokens. Now there are three more tokens with the Thunder Law Edict written on them, most of which are refined from golden thunder whips. Become.

He stopped in the air and roared: "Little thief, did you steal my thunder pool?!"

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "If I had the ability to reach the sky, how could you still survive in Diyong Mountain?"

He was almost losing his mind. He just kept roaring, and his whole body was filled with lightning. "You damn thief, if you dare to destroy my foundation, I will cut you to death with a thousand knives, extract your soul, and punish you with thunder for hundreds of thousands of years!"

He rushed towards the bank of the Black River, and at the same time, half of the spirit's true body appeared in the air, with a golden eagle head and a body of more than ten feet.

The three tokens then scattered.

He punched Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an didn't draw his sword, but punched him.

The monster clan is indeed famous for its physical toughness. Chen Ping'an slid several feet away on the ground. The golden eagle monster strode forward. The three tokens were pulled by golden lightning. Arm-thick lightning bolts were constantly directed at Chen. Ping An shot up, its trajectory was very disordered, and it did not distinguish between friend and foe. However, after the lightning hit the monster, instead of blocking its figure, it spread all over the body in an instant, and finally condensed on the arm. Its first punch , the fist is covered with golden light, and the whole arm is like a dozen small golden snakes entangled.

Chen Ping'an intended to fight in close quarters. Not only did he not use the sword immortal, he didn't even use the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month in the sword gourd.

Both sides fought hard.

The monster was eager to kill, grinning ferociously. Every time it punched, it was accompanied by thunder and lightning, and its body was covered with golden light.

Previously, when he was fleeing in embarrassment, he was beaten by the mountain-moving ape with just one blow, causing him to vomit blood. His face was pale and his body was staggering. With such a weak body, he dared to fight with my grandfather and me physically. Tough?

That little mink was right. This guy was a swordsman, but the long sword he carried on his back was probably too high-quality to be fully controlled. Every time he used it, it would consume a lot of spiritual energy, and it would definitely not be able to replenish it in a short time.

No wonder they only dared to cause trouble for Guanghan Palace and this little turtle one after another!

However, if it were the scholar with a variety of skills, it would not dare to be so confident and fight for its life in close quarters.

The strong man thrust out both fists and roared: "Give me back the thunder pool!"

Chen Pingan used his palms to resist the two punches, but this time he remained motionless.

Amidst the flashing thunder and lightning and the blowing wind, the monster with the golden eagle head saw a face with a changed appearance, and eyes that should be familiar but were unfamiliar.

His heart suddenly tightened and he backed away hastily.

Chen Ping'an stepped heavily on the ground, and in an instant he was in front of the monster, and punched out lightly.

The monster quickly weighed it up and punched out with all his strength. It was obvious that he wanted to exchange injuries with this guy!

As expected, the opponent's punch was neither painful nor itchy, and was probably equivalent to the strength of a martial artist from the fifth realm outside Guixi Valley. However, his own punch hit the opponent's front door firmly.

But why can't the other party move his head?

Something's wrong!

The second punch has arrived.

Too fast.

The monster gritted its teeth and continued to exchange punches with it.

After a few punches, the Imperial Thunder God General was horrified to realize that it was already a luxury for him to exchange injuries with him.

And whether it was the previous punches or the thunder and lightning of the three command cards, this person was just unaware. Could it be that he was a lunatic who was not afraid of pain at all?

After ten punches.

The monster's head was smashed with one punch.

The headless body, which was more than ten feet tall, fell backward.

I don't know if it was the last blow of a dying struggle, but the three tokens burst out with bright golden light, making the area around Chen Ping'an within ten feet full of thunder and lightning, like the manifestation of the small thunder pool in Jixiao Mountain.

Chen Ping'an was detained by countless thunder and lightning ropes and was not allowed to escape for a while. There were cracks in the green robe on his body.

But Chen Pingan's eyes were on the corpse.

Sure enough, the corpse with the crushed head clung to the ground, quickly swept away, then stood up and stood near a token. After twisting its neck a few times, another golden eagle head appeared.

He kneaded the secret with one hand and suddenly held the token with the other hand, and said in a deep voice: "Good guy, it turns out that you have been pretending to be useless over there in Yongshan! You are indeed the most damn swordsman on the mountain, and your physique is not inferior to that of a martial artist."

The sea of ​​clouds billowed near Jixiao Mountain, and then fell silent for a moment.

The next moment, a bolt of lightning as thick as the mouth of a well struck directly over Chen Ping'an over the thunder pond.

Chen Pingan punched out.

The thunder and lightning shattered, but the cracked thunder and lightning flowed into the thunder pool in all directions, making the thunder plasma and electric essence a bit richer.

The monster came to the second token, held it again, and sneered: "A sword cultivator, if you don't learn anything else, how can you learn any boxing skills? Just keep punching, just punch. I want to see how skinny you are." , how long can it last in my thunder pool!"

Another thick thunderbolt fell from overhead.

Chen Pingan, who was trapped in place, still punched high.

The shattered thunder and lightning still poured into the thunder pool crazily.

The monster came to the third token almost at the same time.

After riding the third Jixiaoshan Yunhai Tianlei, it fell to the ground out of thin air.

There was also a thunder spear in his hand.

When the man punched to resist the thunder, he had already thrown out the thunder spear in his hand.

This monster's heartstrings trembled.

The man stretched out his palm forward, blocking the tip of the thunder spear.

The spear continued to rush forward, golden light shot out, and it shattered inch by inch, while the man's hand just hung in place.

Chen Pingan finally made a fist, holding the last small section of the thunder spear in his hand, throwing it into the thunder pool, and said with a smile: "Come again."

The golden eagle monster suddenly shouted: "Old turtle! Don't worry about that guy under the water for now, come and help me kill the enemies! Kill them one by one first!"

At the source of the Black River, the water was frozen. There was an old man in black robes hovering above the river. He imitated the monk and put his palms up in front of him, bent his fingers with the other hand, and tapped lightly. There were bursts of wooden fish sounds from the temple, and he was angry. The machine ripples slowly rippled and spread out in circles.

Every time it is struck, along with those ripples, there will be a string of ink-colored Buddhist scriptures floating into the ice of the Black River.

When the monster in Jixiao Mountain made a noise, it happened to be when the old man in black robe had finished reciting a Buddhist sutra.

He hesitated for a moment, probably because he felt that what the Thunder God General said was true. With a sway of his shoulders, he transformed into his true form. It turned out to be an old turtle as big as a hill.

The old turtle ran towards Chen Ping'an, and every time his four feet stepped on the ground, the ground shook.

Chen Pingan sneered and said: "Brother Mu Mao, if you continue to watch the fire from the other side, you will destroy the brotherhood."

A burst of hearty laughter shook the sky.

The scholar broke through the ice from the river and flew high into the sky, shaking off countless ice cubes on his body, and the debris fell like snow.

The scholar threw the bronze seal of the Chilong Button towards the old turtle who showed his true form. The small seal flew like lightning. After a flash, there was an extremely crisp snap. The copper seal was attached to the huge black shell of the old turtle as big as a mountain. Among them, there is a world of difference in size between the two.

But for some unknown reason, the old turtle let out a mournful cry, as if a majestic mountain was suddenly borne on its back.

He was so overwhelmed that he instantly fell down on all fours, his belly pressed against the river surface, and the ice suddenly shattered.

The scholar clapped his hands and said, "Make a contribution first. Good brother, it's your turn."

The sword fairy behind Chen Pingan unsheathed the sword with a clang. Regardless of the interplay of thunder and lightning, he slashed away with his sword like an immortal, directly splitting the golden eagle monster into two halves from head to toe.

A golden elixir the size of a fist, which contained all the souls, swept out from half a piece of flesh and fled quickly.

The three Thunder Law Cards also disappeared in an instant, turning into three grains of golden light, which merged with the golden elixir.

Feijian Chuyi quickly caught up and stabbed him.

Ding dong sound.

The wail of the soul within the golden elixir suddenly resounded across the ice of the Black River.

However, the golden elixir did not break into pieces, and the escape speed stagnated slightly. After the flying sword collided with the golden elixir on Chuyi, it was bounced backwards, quickly spun around, and the sword tip pointed directly at the monster's golden elixir again, flashing Then, the flying sword brought out a long line of snow-white and dazzling eyes in the air.

Jin Dan had no choice but to change his trajectory and deviate a few points to avoid the white line.

After two collisions, he had just put some distance between himself and the snow-white flying sword.

Finally, he managed to find a glimmer of hope and saw the glimmer of hope for the rest of his life.

A faint green sword light fell straight from the sky.

Pass the golden elixir through it.

The scholar clapped his hands and laughed, "The two swords work together seamlessly. It's really wonderful."

The golden elixir was about to shatter, but before the scholar spoke, he had already thrown out a page of silk paper, wrapped the golden elixir in it, and then reached out and grabbed the page and the golden elixir in his hand.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and returned the sword fairy to its sheath, seeming to have some unfinished thoughts and reluctance.

On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, they also took back the sword gourd in Chen Pingan's hand.

Chen Ping'an didn't care about his sword gourd, pointed his toes, and went to the old turtle lying motionless on the ground.

The scholar also fell by the river.

Chen Pingan stopped.

The scholar suddenly lamented, "Okay, let's beat the younger one, then the older one comes, beat the older one, and then the older one comes. Good brother, what should I do? It's really tricky now."

A skinny old monk appeared beside the old turtle out of thin air.

Compared to the hill-like old turtle, the old monk is really negligible.

But in Chen Pingan's eyes, the old monk was so majestic, and the old turtle was the one as small as a mustard seed.

The old monk clasped his hands together, and after the Buddha sang a song, he asked, "Can the two donors allow the old monk to bring this turtle back to Dayuanyue Temple?"

The scholar smiled and said: "I don't care. You have to listen to my brother. He will only count after he nods."

The old man begged: "Monk, save me, save me. I know I was wrong. From now on, I will practice Buddhism in the temple with peace of mind. I will never dare to leave without permission for thousands of years."

The old monk looked at Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping'an just looked at the old monk and asked, "I don't care whether he is wrong or not. I just want to make sure this old monk can make up for his sins over the years."

The old turtle wanted to speak, but found that he could not speak at all.

The old monk always clasped his hands together, nodded and said: "I can guarantee on my behalf that in the future, after the old turtle's practice and repair, it will do good deeds and bear good results. It will be more beneficial to this world than killing it now."

Chen Ping'an stopped talking.

The old monk smiled, nodded, and then looked to the other side. The Buddha sang and silently recited the phrase "Return to the other side."

When this short old monk with a broad cassock turned around, the old turtle and him had disappeared.

The scholar then casually returned to the fallen bronze seal that had lost its "foothold".

Chen Pingan stood there, lost in thought.

The scholar smiled and said, "Good brother, you are so brave. Do you know the background of this eminent monk?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "I don't know. There is no record in "Xinxin Collection". It was also when I passed by the peach forest that I learned for the first time that there is a Big Yuanyue Temple in Guixi Valley."

The scholar rubbed his cheeks with both hands and said with emotion: "If the secret record of Chongxuan Department is correct, this old monk is the second golden Arhat in Luzhou, Beiju, and the first one who is immovable as a mountain. The old monk is standing still. Whether you dodge or not, you are the natal flying sword of Yuanying Sword Cultivator. After stabbing a stick of incense, the monk's immortal sword will be broken first. If it were me, I would never dare to bargain with the old monk like this. As soon as he appeared , I have already made plans to hand over the old turtle obediently. But good brother, your gambling luck is really not bad, the old monk is not angry but smiles, we brothers and the Great Yuanyue Temple have finally not become enemies over this."

Chen Ping'an said slowly: "To be able to realize this fruit, you must have this intention."

The scholar had a headache and said, "Good man, please don't say these things. I am a Taoist disciple and I don't want to hear these things."

Chen Ping'an suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, walked to the ice that showed signs of melting without the support of the old turtle's magic, sat cross-legged, grabbed a handful of ice cubes, and smeared it on his face.

Still bleeding from all seven orifices.

Chen Pingan was stunned, with a smile on his face.

The scholar squatted not far away, widened his eyes, and asked softly: "Good brother, you are in such a situation where your soul is agitated and your muscles are trembling, and you don't feel any pain at all?"

Chen Pingan twitched the corner of his mouth and looked into the distance, "I said it was for tickling, do you believe it?"

The scholar nodded vigorously, "Letter!"

I was slandering in my heart, "Master Tao, I believe you are a ghost."

The scholar began to count silently, wanting to see when the blood on the guy's face would stop flowing.

Chen Pingan turned around and asked, "What about Fu Hai Yuanjun?"

The scholar smiled and said: "Tie me to a demon rope, and I'll be there when I call."

Chen Pingan's eyes were strange.

The scholar smiled and said: "Only the good brother is allowed to have a rope to bind the demon, but I, Yang Mumao, are not allowed to have a rope to bind the demon?"

The scholar stretched out a hand, and a snow-white rope appeared in his hand. With a slight shake, under the frozen river in the distance, the burly woman was thrown out, and then she seemed to be pulled by her hair and ran all the way. In a few blinks In no time, he was dragged to the scholar's feet.

Chen Pingan's eyelids trembled slightly.

How many "bottom-of-the-box" magic weapons does this guy have?

The scholar asked: "How to deal with her? Good brother, you say something, I will just follow your lead!"

Chen Pingan said: "As long as she is willing to open the cave by herself, she can live."

The scholar nodded, smiled at the little turtle and said, "Did you hear that?"

But the woman made a strange move. After glancing at Chen Pingan, she turned to the scholar and said, "I want you to swear a poisonous oath before you open the door."

The scholar laughed endlessly, stretched out his fingers, suppressed his smile, coughed a few times, and said seriously: "Okay, okay, I, Yang Mumao, swear to God..."

The woman suddenly burst into tears, "I know I am going to die. You are all liars! Big liars!"

Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes.

The scholar's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly smiled, "Forget it, spare her, keep her life, I have other uses. The Dayuan Dynasty happens to be short of a river woman. If my recommendation is successful, it will be a great achievement." , it’s more cost-effective than killing her to accumulate virtue.”

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand.

The scholar frowned, and took out the page from his sleeve that contained the golden elixir that was about to break. "This page is very valuable. I really can't give it to a good brother. But once the page is opened, the golden elixir of the Thunder God General will burst into flames." The force of the collapse is so great that it may be equivalent to a blow from the Nascent Soul. This is no small matter. We two brothers are so close to each other and can't bear to walk around."

Chen Ping'an said: "The income from the cave has changed from 37 to 50 to 50. 10% is from me helping you to prevent disasters, and 10% is from this broken golden elixir."

The scholar hesitated.

Chen Pingan said: "Forty-six points. I am six and you are four. No matter how broken this golden elixir is, it is still a golden elixir..."

The scholar put away the pages and the golden elixir, and said firmly: "50-50 split!"

Chen Pingan said: "I am too injured and can't walk. You go and get the treasure."

The scholar said oh and said with a smile: "Huh? Why doesn't my dear brother stop bleeding?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "My own, I won't faint."

The scholar suddenly realized.

Then the scholar asked the woman to kneel down and stand in front of her. The scholar put one hand behind her back, put her fingers together, and drew a symbol on her forehead, one stroke at a time, cutting the scalp until the bones were visible.

After all, the woman knew some of the seriousness, so she gritted her teeth and did not dare to speak out.

After the scholar put away his hand, he kicked her on the head and said, "Lead the way."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Leave early and come back early. If you never come back, that's okay."

The scholar laughed heartily, and the woman used her magical power to melt the ice, diving and swimming with the scholar toward the lair.

After being far away from Chen Ping'an.

She suddenly said cautiously: "Master Immortal, why didn't you take advantage of the man's weakness and kill him to save trouble?"

The scholar's five fingers were like hooks, he grabbed her head and said angrily: "Master Tao, I still need you to teach me how to do things?!"

The woman, who felt her head was about to explode, wailed and begged for mercy.

The scholar put it aside and muttered: "If I could kill that guy, I would be willing to pay half of my life... But if I take half of my life, it's hard to say, let alone... if he dies... What’s up?”

Somewhat upset, the scholar slapped away the man who was leading the way, Fuhai Yuanjun, and beat him to pieces, then kicked him hard forward.

The woman who was rolling in the water finally stopped and did not dare to get up. She just felt that life was worse than death.

The scholar then gave up and said, "Why don't you hurry up and get on your way!"

The scholar patted his head, with a wry smile on his face, and a water-repelling bead in his hand that was not in his mouth.

Showed off.

But it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, that guy never thought about following him into the water from the beginning to the end. It was meaningless whether he needed to hide his natural ability to be close to water.

River ice is melting faster and faster.

Chen Pingan stood up and returned to the shore.

look around.

In the cold winter, the world is desolate.

Chen Pingan breathed in and out slowly to recuperate his breath.

About half an hour later, the scholar returned alone, and Chen Pingan did not ask where Fu Hai Yuanjun was.

"If Mingren doesn't tell secrets, that bitch still needs to pack up her belongings, which are difficult to move and are not very valuable, and let her go to the minions under her command to blackmail her hard. She has been with a good brother for a long time. , I should also learn how to make money from my good brother."

The scholar smiled and said: "Let's go to the temple to share the accounts. We can't show off the atmosphere here."

Chen Pingan had no objection.

After the two entered the temple, they sat opposite each other on the steps outside the main hall. The scholar waved his sleeves, and objects of all sizes fell to the ground, a dazzling array of things, piled up into a mountain.

The scholar claimed the credit and said: "Knowing that the good man is a hero who can pluck the hair of a wild goose, I brought back all the valuables, no matter how high or low. There was one magic weapon and twelve spiritual weapons. As for the fairy money, I'm really not lying. They're all in the cave over there with the old turtle. This little turtle, who is about to be called the Water Goddess, is so poor that he only collected 18,000 snow coins for me. Good guy. Brother, I really tried my best, you don’t know, I almost broke the pair of big striped screens to bring them in, and the bitch almost had her eyes popping out when she saw them.”

The scholar pointed to a shining jasper hairpin, "This is the only magic weapon. The monk pins it between the buns of his hair. It can avoid water and keep out the cold, but it is rather fancy. Among the magic weapons, it is of poor quality. Yes, but if you are practicing water magic, this item is pretty good. I won’t introduce the other spiritual items one by one. The price difference between them is not much different. Anyway, they are half and half, which is exactly six items per person. Good brother, you can choose first. Yes. As for this hairpin and the pile of snow I haven’t shaken out yet, I’d better choose one of them first. The rest of the mess will be given to my good brother.”

Chen Pingan first collected a large pile of items that were the least valuable in the eyes of the scholar, rolled up his sleeves, and put them all within easy reach.

Then he leaned forward, picked out the twelve spiritual weapons, and looked at them carefully.

Finally, six items were selected and put away one by one.

Chen Pingan said: "The hairpin belongs to you, I want the snow money."

The scholar seemed a little confused, but he still raised his sleeves, and the snowy money fell to the ground like rain.

Chen Pingan waved his sleeves like a dragon drawing water, then put them away.

After putting away the green hairpin, the scholar put his hands on his knees and asked, "What should I say next?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Brother Mu Mao, I treat you with sincerity, but you tested me with a tampered hairpin. What should you say?"

The scholar looked innocent and said, "There's no need to accuse someone of a crime. Isn't this good brother? You and I are both first-class gentlemen. Don't be like those wild cultivators who divide the spoils unevenly and turn against each other."

Chen Ping'an said: "You put the hairpin on the ground, and I will cut it with a sword. You will know after a test."

The scholar asked: "If the good brother wronged me and destroyed my hairpin, wouldn't I be sad and broke? What should I do?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, "If I misunderstood you, then I will hand over six spiritual weapons as compensation."

The scholar's face looked uncertain.

Chen Pingan tapped the sword-raising gourd lightly with one finger.

The scholar kept his eyes on Chen Ping'an, and then gently placed the hairpin on the ground between the two of them.

Chen Pingan stopped tapping.

The flying sword Chuyi flew out of the sword-raising gourd.

The scholar suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "What should I say? Keep the hosta, or hand over your six spiritual weapons?"

The scholar laughed heartily, twisting the copper seal between his two fingers and smashing the jade hairpin hard. The hairpin immediately broke into two pieces.

A burst of rich spiritual energy spread out.

The luster of the hosta gradually dimmed.

There is no more mystery.

The breeze made their hair and sleeves flutter.

Chen Pingan frowned.

The scholar smiled and said, "Good brother, it's not easy to win against you once."

Chen Pingan said: "How much money do you have?"

The scholar smiled and shook his head, "It's really hard to calm down. I've been depressed for a long time. Before I leave, if I don't win this time, I'm afraid my Taoist heart will be damaged."

Chen Ping'an clicked his tongue and said, "You immortal masters of genealogy don't regard money as money, and you don't regard magic weapons as magic weapons."

The scholar sighed, "I have to go. If it weren't for this little gamble, I would have never returned and turned around and ran away."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I won't send it away."

The scholar stood up and said softly: "Good brother, I hope to see you again by chance."

Chen Pingan's eyes were complicated and he stood up. He hesitated to speak. After all, he had nothing to say.

The scholar seemed to have guessed Chen Pingan's thoughts and laughed loudly, "What a good brother!"

After speaking, the scholar turned into a burst of black smoke and fled away.

The scholar really left just like that.

Chen Ping'an stayed in this temple and practiced setting up sword furnaces.

From nightfall to dawn.

Chen Pingan opened his eyes.

There is also the jade hairpin broken in two on the ground.

Chen Pingan never touched it.

Chen Ping'an stood up, jumped onto the wall, and swept away.

Leave the two hairpins that have lost their spiritual energy but are still made of magic weapon in place.

Go to Qinglu Town.

Instead of going to the old dragon cave that has no leader to pick up missing treasures.

Naturally, I couldn't trust the scholar.

And that Fuhai Yuanjun is now his slave. The scholar came to the temple alone before, where will she be? do what? It's obvious.

Even if in fact it is not.

Chen Pingan will also act according to the worst guess.

But he suddenly changed his route and took another direction.

After a long time, the scholar came back. Standing on the steps, he looked down at the two hairpins and shook his head, "It's a pity that I didn't put them away, otherwise I could blow up everything close to you."

He carefully put the two pieces of hosta into his sleeves instead of the things that were close at hand, and then he really left.

This time, the scholar did not escape from the ground, but swaggered on the Black River, swimming against the wind. A raging river was divided in the middle and did not close for a long time.

The scholar's two big sleeves were fluttering, making hunting noises, and he murmured: "Don't be too idle, thoughts will steal, and weeds will grow. If you are too busy, your true nature will recede, and you will become like a bird and beast. So, be free from worries in body and mind, and be in the wind and moon." It’s hard to have both fun and fun.”

He followed the Heihe River all the way south to Yufeng. On the way, he only glanced in the direction of Baojing Mountain, but did not move closer there.

This is the family's only request for him to go out this time.

Don't go near Baojing Mountain.

The scholar flicked his wrist, and the demon-binding rope appeared in his hand. It turned out that the other end was tied to the Sea-turning Yuanjun, and the burly woman was pulled out of the water.

The scholar twisted his wrist again and smashed it into the black river water.

It stirred up turbulent waves that were more than ten feet high.

The scholar landed at the southern end of the Black River and put away the rope that bound the demon. The woman stood unsteadily aside.

The scholar began to walk southward, and she followed behind him fearfully.

The scholar kept walking, turned around and said with a smile: "You have an old man who doesn't care about love, but fortunately you have a master like me who is the most arrogant. So, have you brought the things?"

The woman quickly took out a small black-gold celadon water bottle from her sleeve and said in a trembling voice: "I was ordered to go to the Laolong Cave and bring out the pair of cockroaches that my father had carefully raised for eight hundred years. Give them back to me. Dad's confidant sent an order. As long as that person sneaks into the old dragon cave and alerts the agency, the four dragon-locking walls will be immediately put down to trap him. Even if he can escape, the group of monsters who have obtained the secret message will wait there. That guy should lose a piece of his skin even if he doesn't die."

The scholar put away the small bottle of water, shook it gently, stared down, and said with a smile: "This is the windfall I want to get most during this trip."

The scholar turned to look at the Heihe Old Dragon Cave, "As for that side, it's probably a waste of effort. I won't go there. Right, good brother?"

The woman couldn't help but swallow.

Are all cultivators outside the Ghost Valley so scheming?

The scholar glanced at her, put the water in his sleeve, and said, "Don't worry, not everyone is like us. But you are too stupid. You won't be able to do this in the future. You can't just grow old and not grow up, and become a river." Grandma, whether you can become a serious Water Goddess depends on you. I don’t raise waste here. By the way, except for these pair of cockroaches, you haven’t figured it out yet. What can you do with this?”

The woman pecked at the rice and quickly took out a palm-sized jade box, "There are some. My father said that this was the last emperor of one of the dynasties at that time. He asked the great Yinxian of the Dezong of the Qing Dynasty to carefully cast it. A piece of money carved from my mother’s ancestors.”

She cried sadly, "I was afraid that the master would be impatient to wait, so I hurried on. My father's secret room only kept these two treasures. I took the water to make a fish, and then took this box, and I hurried back. I didn't dare to Go get it somewhere else.”

The scholar took the jade box, opened it, and said, "It's really a good treasure. It is an excellent gift that any merchant monk dreams of."

The scholar smiled and said: "Very good. From this moment on, you are already the confirmed and orthodox river god of the Dayuan Dynasty. All you need is a sealing edict from the imperial court. It doesn't matter. I have many edicts sealed with jade seals at home. Year after year, a huge pile is accumulated.”

She couldn't believe it. She heard the good news suddenly after the disaster, and it felt like a lifetime ago.

The scholar had already turned around and continued on his way, laughing and saying, "As long as I am willing, I will let you be the empress of Jiang Shen. What's the problem?"

Her steps became light, and she was filled with gratitude for that figure from behind.

The scholar is smiling and looking lazy, admiring the scenery.

Let her be promoted from river goddess to river god.

It's not because of a piece of carved mother-ancestor money.

It’s not that it’s not valuable.

It is a slave's property. Doesn't it belong to the master by rights? Offering it with both hands and asking for a few words of verbal praise is already a great reward. If you dare not to hand it over voluntarily, you will be beaten to death. Thunder, rain, and dew are all gifts from God.

In the final analysis, he still wanted to push the boat along for the sake of the Great Yuanyue Temple. In the final analysis, that old turtle would most likely walk away under the eyes of the Yang family... in the future.

With this good karma as a foundation, many of his plans can be logical and natural.

Just thought of this.

His face instantly darkened.

Planning?

Who is the plan for? alone?

When he thought of the last look that the guy had in the temple, he became even more unhappy.

That look was not gloating or even pity.

It's unclear.

It made him confused and angry!

Because he actually started to feel pitiful!

He suddenly remembered the chain bridge between the two cliffs and the two ant-like monsters.

Kill them!

Consider it a parting gift to that good brother.

But at this moment, he stopped and his face twisted.

Then his expression slowly relaxed.

"That's enough. It's a three-part agreement. It's not a child's play."

It turned out that the real Yang Ningxing had returned, and said with a smile: "I have traveled thousands of miles, gained a lot, and retired with great success, what's the point of dissatisfaction?"

Fu Haiyuanjun also noticed the change in the man in front of him and stopped moving forward, full of panic.

She saw the man turning around with a gentle look on his face. In her eyes, his whole demeanor was completely different from before. She just heard him smile and say: "Don't be afraid. Let me introduce myself. My name is Yang Ningxing. I come from Dayuan Dynasty Chongqing." Xuan Department, Yunxiao Palace."

Women will kneel down and kowtow subconsciously.

The scholar raised his hand to prevent her from kneeling down.

The scholar said softly: "We are on the same path of cultivation, and you and I have become Taoist friends. From now on, you should neither be arrogant nor belittle yourself."

The woman burst into tears and sobbed: "I remember this, slave! I will never forget my master's teachings!"

The scholar laughed dumbly, shook his head, and said nothing more.

Take her with you and continue on your way.

The scholar glanced in the direction of Baojing Mountain, wondering what was going on there.

Then the scholar bowed his head and said, "Thank you, senior, for protecting me."

There was laughter that rippled in the scholar's inner lake, and he slowly said: "We are fellow Taoists who are on the same path of cultivation. This is what you, Yang Ningxing, said yourself."

After a while, that voice gradually faded away in Yang Ningxing's heart.

Yang Ningxing continued to move forward.

As for the woman behind him, she was already used to it.

Over there at Baojing Mountain.

Yang Chongxuan's flesh and blood were bruised, and there were only a few good pieces of meat left on his body. He gasped for air and sat cross-legged by the deep stream, with his fists on his knees and his eyes still calm.

The stinky bitch named Li Liu on the other side just destroyed the lion seal and a magic sword around her waist.

As for the other magic weapons she had smashed to pieces by herself, they were far inferior to these two and were not worth mentioning.

Jiang Qujiang had already been taken to the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain by the Goddess of Rain.