Sword of Coming

When walking down the mountain, Chen Pingan hesitated and put on the black robe, named Bai Jing Taotie, which was "picked up" from Yang Ningxing of the Chongxuan Department of the Dayuan Dynasty.

The golden wine robe is still too eye-catching. I changed the Taotie robe into an ordinary green shirt before, but I was careful. I was worried that traveling along this strange road with both ends entering the sea would attract unnecessary attention, so I just followed Qi Jinglong. After sacrificing the sword on the top of the mountain, Chen Pingan thought about it and changed his mind. After all, he was now in the Liujin realm, which is the most attractive place. Wearing a good-looking robe can help him absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth faster, which is beneficial to Practice.

Lujiu County is the leading local county in the Furui Kingdom, with a strong literary style. Chen Ping'an bought a lot of miscellaneous books at the county bookstore, and he also bought a collection that had been gathering dust in the bookstore for many years. Some of the edicts issued in early spring to encourage farmers were brilliant in literary style, while others were simple in writing. Along the way, Chen Ping'an carefully flipped through the collection, only to discover that the similar scenes he saw every spring in the Three Continents were actually rules: praying for crops in the fields, patrolling by officials, and advising people to farm.

If you are good at reading and traveling, you may find a book by chance. It is like being picked up by the sages who helped future generations to read the book, and stringing together the worldly affairs and human feelings into a string of beads, making it a dazzling array of things.

Chen Pingan took a brief tour of the scenic spots in Lujiu County and stayed in a time-honored inn in the county that day.

After entering Lujiu County, he deliberately suppressed the spiritual energy absorbed by his robe, otherwise he would attract some attention from Chenghuang Pavilion and Wenwu Temple.

In fact, every qi practitioner, especially the monks who have reached the middle five realms, traveling through the mountains and rivers of the world and secular dynasties is actually like a dragon walking across the river. It is not a small thing, but generally speaking, when it goes down the mountain It is in line with the rules to continue to practice and absorb the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers in various places. As long as it is not too excessive and shows signs of fishing in the lake, the gods of mountains and rivers in various places will turn a blind eye.

In the night, Chen Ping'an lit the lamp on the table in the inn, once again flipped through the book that recorded the edicts to encourage farmers over the years, closed the book, and began to lose himself in it.

Chen Ping'an didn't use the Taotie robe to absorb the rare spiritual energy in the county. It doesn't mean that he doesn't practice. Absorbing spiritual energy is never the whole of spiritual practice. Along the way, within the small world of the human body, it is like the two key acupoints of Shuifu and Shanyue Temple. Among them, the accumulation and tempering of spiritual energy is also the foundation of practice. The interdependence of mountains and rivers between two natal objects requires cultivation of a weather similar to mountain roots and water transport. In short, Chen Ping'an needs to refine spiritual energy and stabilize the foundation of water mansion and mountain temple. , but Chen Ping'an's current accumulation of spiritual energy is far from reaching the state of fullness and overflowing, so the top priority is to find an unowned Feng Shui treasure land, but this is not easy, so he can settle for the second best, in a place like the Green Eagle Country. Xianjia Inn like Longtoudu is closed for a few days.

In fact, you can also use the fairy money that contains spiritual energy to directly refine it into spiritual energy and collect it in the Qi Mansion.

It's just that Chen Ping'an hasn't even finished tempering the existing spiritual energy. This move is not worth the gain. The lower the realm, the slower the spiritual energy is absorbed. However, the spiritual energy of the fairy money is extremely pure and dissipates too fast. This is like many precious talismans after "opening the mountain" , once the mountain cannot be sealed, you can only watch a priceless and precious talisman turn into a worthless piece of paper. Even if the fairy money is crushed and refined, it can be absorbed and retained by the robe on the body, but this will inevitably conflict with the blinding method applied to the robe, making it more and more arrogant.

Every cultivator is actually the god of his own little world, and he can be his own saint based on his own skills.

The key depends on the size of the territory of a world and the degree of control of each "God". The path of cultivation is actually no different from the expansion of territory by a battlefield cavalry.

In the end, the level of realm and the size of Taoism depend on how many mansions are opened. There are thousands of kinds of houses in the world, and they are divided into high and low. The same is true for caves. The best appearance is naturally that one. Cave heaven and blessed land.

After holding his breath and concentrating, Chen Pingan took the lead to arrive at the door of the water mansion. With a thought, he could naturally pass through the wall, just like the rules of heaven and earth are unrestricted, because I am the rules and the rules are me.

However, Chen Ping'an still stopped outside the door for a moment. Two children in Tsing Yi quickly opened the door and bowed to the old man. Their faces were full of joy.

Chen Pingan's current water palace is based on a hovering watermark and the water transport mural, one large and one small. The children in green who finally have something to do are obviously in a good mood and very busy now. Finally, I no longer have nothing to do every day. In the past, every time I saw Chen Pingan's wandering around the small world and his own small cave, they liked to squat on the ground in a neat row, looking up at Chen Pingan one by one, with resentful eyes and no words. .

They are very diligent little people, never lazy, but they are faced with a master like Chen Pingan who is very careless about spiritual practice. It is really difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, how can you not be sad?

Now the scene has completely changed. Everything in the Shui Mansion is in full swing. The little guys are running around happily, working hard and enjoying themselves.

From a "small pond" that is like a narrow well head, Chen Ping'an reached out to scoop up water. Since visiting Cangjun Lake, Chen Ping'an has gained a lot. In addition to those few streams of very pure and rich water transport, he also gained a lot from the master of Cangjun Lake. With a bottle of water elixir in hand, the boy in green clothes in the water palace divided into two groups. One group used their natal magical power to send wisps of green water to the slowly rotating water seals.

Another group of children, holding tiny brushes that appeared from nowhere, "dipped in ink" in the pool, then flew towards the mural, carefully painting and adding color and brilliance to the water transportation picture on the wall that looked like a fine line drawing. On the huge murals, water gods the size of rice grains and slightly larger ancestral temples have been painted. Chen Ping'an recognized them as water temples that he had personally visited. Among them was the Tongyezhou Burial Temple. The Biyou Mansion of the River Goddess should now be respectfully called Biyou Palace.

It's just that none of the water gods have their eyes on them, and the water god temple has no lively scene of smoke and incense. It is still a dead thing for the time being, not as vivid as the surging river above the mural.

Chen Ping'an stood next to the small pond, lowered his head and looked intently. Inside, there was the dragon that was carried by the little boys in green and moved into Cangjun Lake. It was swimming slowly, but was not directly "killed" by the little boy in green. It turned into water transport. In addition, there was a strange phenomenon. The bottle of pill pills presented by Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, I don't know how the boy in green did it. It seemed that they were all refined into a wonderful green "Li Pearl". The little bead, no matter how the little dragon swims around in the pond, always hangs on its mouth, like a dragon holding a bead, wandering around the rivers and lakes, making clouds and rain.

Chen Pingan planned to visit the mountain temple again. Some boys in green smiled at him and raised their little fists. They should be asking him, Chen Pingan, to keep up his efforts?

Chen Ping'an was a little helpless. The more condensed an object transported by water is like jade, the more fundamental it is to the water god in the world. It is not so easy to find, and it is even more difficult for gods to buy with money. Just imagine, someone is willing to offer 100 Grain Rain coins to buy the foundation stone of a mountain temple with Chen Pingan. Even if Chen Pingan knows that it is a profitable business, how can he really be willing to sell it? It's just a transaction on paper. In Taoist cultivation, one should never settle accounts like this.

Chen Ping'an left Shuifu and began to travel far away to "visit the mountains." He stood at the foot of a mountain that seemed like a blessed place, looking up at the top of the mountain with five-color clouds lingering around it. The mountain was like thick fog, showing a gray-black color, which still gave people a sense of place. There is an ethereal and uncertain feeling, and the weather in the mountains is far inferior to that of the previous water house.

Fortunately, there are some scenes of sparkling white rocks at the foot of the mountain. However, compared to the entire towering mountain, this bit of snow-white land is still pitifully small. But this is already after Chen Ping'an left the Green Ying Country Ferry. The result of hard work along the way.

The boss of the Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Qingdu, has a sharp eye and asserts that if his destiny is unbreakable, he is qualified to be an Earth Immortal.

In the secular sense, the terrestrial immortals are the Golden elixir monks and the Nascent Soul. They are all earth immortals.

But maybe in the eyes of the boss swordsman, there is no difference between the two.

Therefore, Chen Pingan will neither be arrogant nor belittle oneself.

Chen Ping'an knew very well that if the same Shuifu Mountain Temple was replaced by a true genius like Qi Jinglong who had the destiny of a continent, the atmosphere would only be even greater.

But after all, geniuses are rare among monks in the world. If Chen Ping'an didn't even have this bit of concentration, then his martial arts would have been shattered on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. As for his practice, he would have been hit again and again until his mood was shattered, which was no better than the broken Bridge of Immortality. go. The foundation of a Qi practitioner, such as Chen Ping'an's Earth Immortal Qualification, is a natural "iron rice bowl". But there is also the matter of qualifications. There are thousands of kinds of qualifications. You can find the one that suits you best. The method itself is the best.

When competing with others, whether it is strength or reason, there will always be some shortcomings that will be lost to others, and it will be difficult to achieve perfection in your life.

But competing with oneself will bring long-term benefits. Every bit of savings is also one's own wealth.

Every time you make a mistake, as long as you know it and can correct it, looking back at those wrong paths, they will be like the gurgling streams and surging riverbeds. Even if the thoughts are still hard to erase, the riverbed will last forever, and you no longer have to be afraid of floods. , this is cultivating the mind. No matter how great the ups and downs and disasters that people encounter, as long as they don’t die, the Taoist mind will not collapse. Looking at oneself based on the state of mind, even if there is a slight crack in the mirror, if you hold the mirror and look at the person in the mirror, you must seriously think that you are completely unrecognizable.

Chen Pingan was once afraid that he would become a mountain man, just as he was afraid that he and Gu Can would become the most hated people back then. For example, the man who almost beat Liu Xianyang to death in Mubo Alley, the drunkard who kicked Gu Can in the stomach earlier, and later Fu Nanhua, Moshan Yuan, and later Liu Zhimao and Jiang Shangzhen.

Chen Ping'an is even afraid that the context theory of the old Guan Tao Guanzhu, after being used by him again and again to weigh the world's people's hearts, will eventually cover up the sequence theory of Mr. Wen Sheng quietly one day without knowing it.

But in fact, if you keep your feet on the ground and walk step by step, the truth of the world, no matter it is the three religions or hundreds of schools of thought, is actually never scary. The scary thing is that you can’t understand it clearly but you think you already “know it”.

When you really open your eyes, you will see the light.

This sentence was written by Chen Pingan after he closed his eyes and fell asleep on the top of the mountain and then opened his eyes again. Not only did Chen Pingan think of this sentence, but it was also carved on the bamboo slips seriously by Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping'an recorded almost a large number of poems and phrases on bamboo slips, but the words he understood and could solemnly inscribe on bamboo slips are only a handful.

Chen Pingan left the five-color "mountain temple" and went to a pass.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, like an iron cavalry knocking at the gate. It was like a tide, and the momentum was fierce, but it was still unable to break through the indestructible city.

This is the last hurdle for the sword energy to stop for eighteen years.

Chen Ping'an stood on the top of the mountain where the cavalry faced the pass, sitting cross-legged, holding his chin, and remained silent for a long time.

After getting up, I went to two "Sword Tombs", which were the refining places on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.

Two flying swords that appear to be small and compact in the eyes of people after their emergence. Among the two Qi Palaces of Chen Ping'an, the swords are as big as mountain peaks, hanging upside down. On the two huge and flat mountain flats, the sword tips are against the Dragon Slaying Platform. On the manifested stone flat, sparks were flying everywhere, and the entire Qi Mansion was a magnificent scene of fire splashing like rain. Even though Chen Pingan has already experienced this scene, his mind still sways every time he sees it.

You can imagine, if two flying swords leave the small world of Qi Mansion and return to the vast world, if it is like this, how will the people who are against you feel?

Chen Ping'an mentally left the place where he sharpened his sword, put away his thoughts, and exited the small world.

In fact, there is a monastic place that is like a monastery on the shore of the Heart Lake, but there is no difference between seeing it and not seeing it.

Because it’s all about yourself.

Even without the need for internal illumination with spiritual thoughts, Chen Ping'an knew everything clearly.

After opening his eyes, Chen Pingan gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, then continued to close his eyes, slowly refining the spiritual energy of Shuifu Mountain Temple with the method of exhalation and inhalation.

Soon it was dawn. Chen Pingan stopped refining his spiritual energy. After walking for an hour, he checked out and left the inn.

There is no Xianjia inn in Lujiu County, and there is no big Xianjia sect in Furui Kingdom. Although it is not a vassal state of the Dayuan Dynasty, the emperors, generals, ministers, and officials of the Furui Kingdom all admire the culture and traditions of the Dayuan Dynasty, almost obsessed with it. Worship, let alone talking about national power, is actually a bit similar to the literary world of the Great Li in the early years. Almost all the scholars stared at the moral articles and poems of the Lu Dynasty and the Great Sui Dynasty, and the intellectuals and achievements of their own family around them. No matter how good it is, without the evaluation and recognition of these two scholars, the writing will still be vulgar and the scholarship will be poor. A young fanatic in the Lu family once said that even if he wrote poems and essays with a pen held between his feet, they would be inferior. It is better than the article written by Da Li Manzi with great care.

Later, I heard that the madman who got drunk every year in the capital of the Lu Dynasty encountered the horse hooves and knives of the cavalry of Song Changjing of the Great Li Dynasty. No one knows the specific experience. Anyway, in the end, this man transformed and became an official of the Great Li Dynasty. He was one of the civil servants stationed in the capital, and later went to the Hanlin Academy in the capital of Dali, where he was responsible for compiling the history books of the previous dynasties of the Lu family. He personally wrote the Biography of Loyal Ministers and Biography of Ning Chen, and placed himself in the finale of the Biography of Ning Chen. committed suicide.

Some people say that Cui Chan, the national preceptor, hated this person. After he wrote two biographies, he secretly killed him and then disguised himself as a hanging beam. Some people also say that after this madman who never served as an official in the Lu Dynasty became the historian of the Dali Barbarians, he would put a pot of good wine on the table every time he wrote a biography of a loyal minister, and he would only write it at night. He picked up his pen and drank while writing, often shouting about his magnanimity in the middle of the night. Every time he wrote a biography of a traitor, he would do so in the daytime, saying that he wanted to expose these traitors and traitors to the blue sky and daylight, and then he would vomit blood and vomit in the In the empty cup, it finally gathered into a jar of regret wine, so it was neither a hanging beam nor a murder, but a melancholy end.

There is a Xianjia Ferry in the neighboring country of Fuu Kingdom, and there is a dedicated route that goes directly to Dragon Palace Xiaodongtian. The ferry route will pass through most of the scenic spots along Dadu, and there are many stops to facilitate passengers to enjoy the mountains and rivers and explore the scenic spots. , this is actually a tourist route in itself, and the buying and selling of the immortal family's property is secondary. If it weren't for the relationship between Chongxuan Department Yunxiao Palace and Yang Ningxing, the Dragon Palace Cave would have to be visited. Chen Pingan would have visited this famous cave for making money.

Dragon Palace Cave Heaven is owned by three families. In addition to the Yang family of the Chongxuan Department of the Dayuan Dynasty, the Duckweed Sword Lake owned by the female swordsman Li Cai is also one of them.

Logically speaking, Duckweed Sword Lake is an important talisman for Chen Pingan to travel to the Dragon Palace Cave, and it can definitely avoid many accidents.

But friendship is a matter of incense and beauty, and if you can save it, save it. According to the customs of my hometown and small town, like the New Year's Eve dinner and the food and drinks on the first day of the first lunar month, it is better to have more leftover.

Many favors from ordinary friends are necessary, provided that you can repay them anytime and anywhere.

Chen Ping'an didn't feel that he could return the favor to Pima Zongzhuquan or Duckweed Jianhu Licai for their help.

As for Qi Jinglong, he is an exception.

What are you doing to be polite to him?

Isn't this looking down upon this land dragon's way of making friends?

Chen Ping An left Lujiu County without any wind or waves, carrying the Sword Immortal on his back and holding a green bamboo staff, walking slowly through mountains and rivers to a neighboring country.

In the end, there was no chance to meet the scholar from this county who called himself Ludun.

Life is often like this, we meet, we part, and we never see each other again.

There are no stories that make people feel that even if things are different and people are different, there is still a story to keep in mind.

Chen Pingan is walking on the path of spiritual practice.

Everyone is.