Sword of Coming

Chen Ping'an stopped his fist and turned to look outside the city.

More than a hundred feet away, there was an unexpected visitor with a sword hovering in the air.

The leader of the Hundred Sword Immortals in Tuoyue Mountain, he has a famous alias and likes to show himself as a swordsman in blue shirt.

Fei Ran smiled and said: "Good punch."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Don't steal your lessons, save your face."

This Fei Ran is the same as that Shou Chen, and he doesn't have the slightest bit of swordsmanship.

Fei Ran shook his head and said, "I really can't learn it."

He had previously followed the great demon Qie Yun to Haoran Tianxia, ​​and exchanged his military exploits with Tuoyue Mountain for a Luhua Island. Fei Ran's choice was quite unexpected. Otherwise, given his status, it would not be difficult to occupy half of the Yulong Sect's old site. Therefore, many military officers speculated that Fei Ran had fallen in love with the Creation Cave on Luhua Island. It probably had its own secrets and had never been taken by him. I found it while passing by and took advantage of Feiran.

Chen Ping'an glanced at Feiran and shifted his gaze. Dozens of miles away from the city, there was a heavy snowfall, which was particularly magnificent. It's a pity that he was blocked by the dragon king and couldn't fall to the top of the city.

Na Feiran followed the young Yinguan's line of sight, turned to look at Daxue, turned around and said with a smile: "When I was young, I studied under Mr. Zhou. I liked to read the Qingci Luzhang and Youxian poetry collections from Haoran Tianxia, ​​imagining the magnificent scenery. , but it is a pity that Mr. Zhou has a high vision and compiles poetry anthologies. He often only uses clever words and deletes those that are not eye-catching. There is a single line in the poem about snow, about Wu Ding fighting against Yun Ni with a sword, and three hundred thousand jade dragons killed in the battle."

Fei Ran used his proficient Haoran Tianxia elegant speech to speak to the young hidden official.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The whole poem is about Wu Ding fighting against the clouds with his sword, and taking the emperor's territory under the Milky Way. Three hundred thousand jade dragons were killed in the battle, and the defeated scales were flying all over the sky. That old fox of yours only took half, so it's not a big problem. , the vision may not be too high, just not low.”

Fei Ran nodded and said: "I see, I have learned a lesson."

On an earlier battlefield, Chen Ping'an and Fei Ran had a fight. They had some fighting spirit, but there was no winner. Moreover, the two sides were not fighting each other in the true sense. At that time, each of them still had too many tricks up their sleeves.

In Chen Pingan's mind, Fei Ran, Shou Chen and his like have the greatest potential to kill Haoran. Not only are they proficient in battlefield fighting, but after experiencing this battle, Chen Pingan really felt the truth. The sword The Immortal is indeed extremely lethal, and the Great Demonic Magic is of course extremely powerful, but under the influence of the mighty trend, they are all very small.

As long as Fei Ran and Shou Chen are willing to work hard, they can help the major military accounts and throne monsters in the wild world to check and fill in the gaps, and even finally succeed in changing customs and immigration, so that the territory of Haoran World that has been invaded by monsters can be restored. , in a deep sense, truly changing the world. What Chen Ping'an is most worried about now is that the major military accounts are studying and trying to figure out the detailed steps of the Aquarius Continent's Great Li Iron Cavalry going south. How exactly is it going to repair the broken mountains and rivers, win people's hearts, and then turn around and copy them in Tongye Continent or Tongye Continent? It's Fuyaozhou.

Just like the Jia Shen tent, the clogs of a young swordsman who was not a swordsman, but made Chen Ping'an more murderous than those of Li Zhen and Liu Bai, the sword immortal embryos put together.

The low-level clog once climbed to the top of the city. Next to Long Jun, he wanted to review the entire battle with Lord Yin Guan. He humbly asked for advice and performed the courtesy of a junior, but Chen Pingan ignored him.

With the Dragon King by his side, the killing is definitely impossible. In this case, what is there to talk about? Talking too much will lead to mistakes. After all, Clogs does not intend to cultivate Taoism and live forever.

Fei Ran turned the tip of the sword at his feet, as if he was just admiring the snow scene with the young hidden official.

Chen Ping'an said: "That Mr. Zhou is known as the Wenhai in your wild world, but he has some bad luck. He has the same name as the owner of an academy in Luzhou, Beiju. I heard that the Confucian saint has a bad temper. Please let me know when you turn around. Liu Bai told his husband, be careful Zhou Wenhai is beaten to death by Zhou Shengren, and when Zhou Mi beats Zhou Mi to death, it will be an eternal joke."

Feiran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, shook his head and said: "It seems that Li Zhen is right, you are a bit bored."

The master of a Confucian academy killed Mr. Wen Hai, the second-highest person on the throne? Of course, it was the third one now. Xiao Xun took it upon himself to place a seat, which was refined from the corpse of the Ascension Realm monster at the bottom of the well, at the second highest position in the ancient well. But neither Mr. Zhou nor Liu Cha cared about it.

Chen Pingan walked slowly, but did not continue to move and punch. Fei Ran also followed with his sword. There were two different roads under his feet, but they were in the same direction.

Chen Ping'an asked casually: "What is the true identity of the Tongtian Old Fox? There is no record of it in the secret file of the Summer Palace, and I never had the chance to ask the boss Sword Immortal."

Although Zhou Mi was known as the Old Fox in the wild world, Chen Pingan was sure that the big demon with the second highest throne was definitely not a sky fox.

Zhou Mi was too much like a scholar, so Chen Ping'an had always wanted to ask about his real name, but he had too many things to do, and he didn't have the chance to ask.

Feiran said: "It's a taboo for the venerable."

Chen Pingan said: "I didn't ask you Zhou Mi's real name."

Fei Ran said: "Mr. Zhou must have a real name that has been discarded, but there is no real name."

Chen Pingan replied, "I see, I have learned a lesson."

Of course, the other party might be just talking nonsense. After all, if Fei Ran wasn't bored, he wouldn't come here to hang out.

Chen Ping'an asked: "Did Zhang Lu go to Fuyao Island to ask for swordsmanship?"

There is a sword cultivating sect in Fuyao Island. It is deeply rooted and has a small number of people, but everyone has great fighting power. In history, no one has rushed to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to practice.

Fei Ran shook his head and said: "Zhang Lu has been staying at the ruins of the gate, dozing off with his sword in his arms all day long. His choices are not the same as those of sword immortals like Xiao Yun and Luoshan Zhuan."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "That's okay."

Otherwise, Chen Ping'an would feel sorry for the drinks that were sent out.

Fei Ran smiled and said: "Longjun and Tuoyue Mountain will not give you the 'what if' that you enter the Martial Artist's End and the Jade Raw Realm at the same time. I guess that in the late stage of your Mountain Peak Realm, or the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm, Lord Long will call another senior of comparable level, either Liu Cha or that old ape, to smash the city where you are, and try to destroy your physique and sword heart. Take it easy, and prevent you from losing your mind in case you really lose your mind, and you are willing to give up half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and flee to the wild world with your own life. So you are destined not to go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains at the old blind man's side."

"You don't need to guess, Lizhen must have told Jiazizhang that. I'm surprised, do I have any grudges against him, and he just keeps pestering me like this. Lizhen has such a brain, practice the sword well and fight with him Is it not good for me to ask the sword heroically?"

Chen Ping clasped the back of his head with both hands, and looked up at the sky slightly, "As for the tenth realm of martial arts, forget it, I dare not expect extravagantly. You know how I got to the top of the mountain. Besides, I have already won two copies of you, the wild world. Wu Yun, I'm a foreigner who came here as a guest, and I've been feeling frustrated. I wish I could go back, but it's a pity that I can't do it. Fei Ran, you are so famous in the barbaric world, and you don't have many martial arts friends at the top of the mountain? Seeing me happy and happy here, can you bear it? If it were me, I really couldn’t bear it, and if I didn’t fight, I would come to the city to scold a few words.”

Fei Ran smiled and said: "I really don't have any friends who are warriors of the Nine Realms, but there is one in the Ten Realms, but after going to Fuyao Island, there is a fierce battle to be fought at the Shanshui Cave, Qi Tingji, Zhongtu Zhou Shenzhi are guarding there, Shanshui Cave seems to be There are also two acquaintances of Lord Yinguan, warriors of the same age, Cao Ci, and Yu Yufu."

This young hermit official probably didn't carry that Zhan Kan for a long time for practicing boxing, but the hairpin in his bun is hard to ignore.

Because the Dragon Lord couldn't completely destroy it, just like the bright red robe on Chen Pingan's body, it seemed to be a thing of great refinement.

Chen Ping changed into a posture with his hands behind his back, "Cao Ci, have you reached the Ninth Realm?"

Feiran smiled and said: "I don't know about that, I haven't really asked about the front in Fuyao Island."

Chen Pingan nodded. There were constant wars up and down the mountains of Fuyao Island. In a generally peaceful world, it might not be as stable as Tongye Island with stagnant water. But in troubled times, people's hearts are far more stable than Tongye Island.

Feiran took out a pot of wine from Yulong Zongxian's family, and lifted it up to the young Yinguan.

Chen Ping waved his hand, signaling Feiran to just drink by himself, and then shook his sleeves. It was empty inside. Chen Pingan only knew superficially about the magical powers in the sleeves unique to monks in the upper five realms. There are some rough records in the summer palace archives. Chen Pingan had nothing to do anyway, the long river of time passed by him too slowly, so he thought about it very carefully, and barely had a prototype, but it was a pity that Chen Pingan was at the top of the city, and there was nothing to put in it, otherwise Even the living things can be put into it, so the fairy art of the universe in the sleeve and the magical power of watching mountains and rivers with the palm are two fairy arts that Chen Ping'an has been thinking about for many years.

In the previous heavy snowfall, Chen Pingan gathered a lot of snow in his sleeves, as if he had eaten dumplings during the Chinese New Year. You were not far enough away, and a sword light in that gray robe shattered everything. Don't come early, don't come late, wait until Chen Pingan has used up the snow and built a snowman, and Long Jun's sword will arrive.

This old bastard, don't fall into your hands, or you will refine and kill all the souls, and then give it to Shi Rou to wear on your body, and be a companion with Du Maoyi.

Chen Ping raised his palm, and there were lightning clusters in his palm. The lines on his palm were like mountains and rivers. He smiled and said, "If you don't leave, I'm going to see off the guests. I don't have anything to do with this hairpin. Just let Jiazi Zhang rest assured. There is no hidden mystery."

Feiran hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "I'll just deliver a message for you."

Chen Ping smiled and said the word "go away", and threw out a five-thunder righteous method.

Feiran just dodged without drawing his sword.

I have the intention of presenting wine with sincerity, and you will send it with the five thunders and righteous methods, so it is a good gift to reciprocate.

Feiran was still in the mood to say goodbye to the young Yinguan, and slowly traveled far away with his sword. Fei Fei has a temper and has always been in no hurry.

Chen Pingan suddenly looked at Na Feiran and asked, "In the collection of poems that have been carefully selected this week, have you ever seen a well-known poem about wandering immortals? Generally speaking, it should be placed at the beginning or end of."

Feiran stopped and said with a smile, "I would like to hear more about it."

Chen Ping walked slowly with his arms around his sleeves, and recited the poem about wandering immortals aloud.

I live in an eternal house in the world, the great sun rises high on the east side of the wall, and when I open my eyes, I feel disturbed in my dream, and I order the bright moon to fall into it. Retain a piece of cloud in the sky, often accompanied by pine trees beside the stream in the sleeve.

Drunk riding on a white deer and driving a green qiu, when Liexian meets me, I beg for mellow wine. Hang the crown on the osmanthus branch of Tiangong, and grasp the golden crow as a charcoal cage. It's sad that the fairy dreamed for thousands of years, and once I dreamed that I mistakenly lived forever.

After hearing this, Fei Ran had a strange look on his face.

Chen Ping turned his head and said with sincerity in his eyes: "What are you doing in a daze, if you haven't heard it, hurry up and memorize it. Turn around and let Zhou Wenhai take a bath and change clothes first, and then copy it in the book, as the final work of the fairy poems in the world."

Fei Ran smiled and said, "Isn't this mediocre being a little too careless? Your Excellency, please don't bully me for not being a scholar."

Chen Pingan said with a look of regret: "Haoran Tianxia has a long history, and there are so many dialects of Yayan and Mandarin. What do you know about flat rhymes and four-tone rhymes? Poetry is like a fist, and those with big meanings are aggressive. If you hit the head, the scholars of later generations, Seeing poetry is like seeing a fist, it's like being beaten to the head and face."

Feiran smiled.

Chen Pingan nodded, raised his hand, and shook it lightly, "It seems that Brother Feiran is a bit knowledgeable, yes, you have seen through it, there are those collections of word couplets and collections of poems in the world. My poem The poems of wandering immortals, like the thunder in my palm, are made up of clusters."

Feiran Yujian went away.

Chen Ping lay on the top of the wall and continued to read the book of landscape travel notes. After throwing it out of the city, he soon regretted it. The book is grabbed back in the hand. Chen Ping'an has already read the whole book by heart, and he can memorize it fluently. Chen Ping'an is fine.

Because the objects within close proximity belonged to the foreign objects of this half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, as long as Chen Pingan dared to take them out, even at the end of the wall farthest from Lord Long, he would still draw a sword. Therefore, Chen Pingan did not have a pen and paper. If he wanted to make some annotations on the book, he could only "write" gently in the blank space with a wisp of sword energy. With Ping An's eyesight, those handwritings were clearly visible.

Every time I turn a page, I change my reading place, or I sit in the big characters and strokes on the city wall, or I walk on the wall, or my body hangs upside down on the carriageway at the top of the city, or I suddenly go to the sky above the city, just like the sky. It's really not high, it's only five hundred feet away from the top of the city, and further up, after Long Jun's sword strike, the sword energy left by the flying sword can really hurt Chen Pingan's physique.

For some reason, Lord Long is not interested in this book, which is as foreign as the ones close at hand, and let Chen Ping flip through the book to relieve boredom, and came here from Wu Jianguang.

Chen Pingan used the snail shell as a dojo, and secretly did a small thing. From the book to the book, he carefully refined every word in the book first, and then put it in his sleeve, so Chen Ping came back to read this book again today. The book, in fact, more than 2,000 commonly used words have been stripped out of the book, making the content on the pages of the book more blank and intermittent, like little guys who are forced to move, being dragged by the collar by Chen Pingan, crying and babbling , was forced to travel far away from home.

Some rare characters that appear alone often appear in pairs, and Chen Pingan has not been forced to move them for the time being.

It's a pity that I couldn't make up a hundred surnames, nor could I spell out a thousand-character essay.

Of course, such small words are of no practical use.

Even if the 300,000 characters of the entire travel book were all refined by Chen Pingan, making all the pages of a travel book blank. What can Qian and Li Huai say about the 300,000 troops under their command. But if it is really boring, Chen Pingan will also line up the words after the small refinement, shake his arms out of his sleeves, and land them on the top of the city. They will be divided into two camps. There are at most twenty or thirty at a time, and they are all some common words that appear in many places in the travel notes, so as not to be fooled by the Dragon King one day, and another sword will be thrown again.

Chen Pingan would let those little guys in black fall on the top of the city wall, dangling around, walking slowly, like two groups of naughty children in the streets and alleys, wrestling together, neither of them had much strength.

Today, Chen Ping'an suddenly practiced calligraphy very diligently. He practiced hundreds of "Chen Ping'an" in the book in one go, refined one of the fifteen hundred small words, and put away one.

Then Chen Ping carefully shook out two words from the sleeve.

Then those "Chen Ping Cases" are ordered out, densely clustered together, and every three characters stand side by side, which becomes a Chen Ping Case.

So there are two characters, one is Ning and the other is Yao.

It is Ning Yao.

It seems that she is alone, and these Chen Pingan who unfortunately are not Chen Ping'an seem to be confronting each other.

Then "Ning Yao" took a step forward, and the five hundred Chen Ping'an began to stagger, and finally they all fell to the ground as if they were drunk.

Chen Ping'an squatted on the top of the wall with his sleeves covered, watching this scene with a bright smile.

A bright red robe was spread on the ground.

Today's young hermit officials are not alone.

It was also the first time that he didn't feel that the long river of time passed too slowly.

From the top of the other half of the city, the Dragon Lord sacrificed a sword, and this sword was no more powerful than before.

Even if that sword light has passed dozens of miles over the top of his city in an instant.

The sword intent is extremely heavy, and the sword energy is extremely long, spreading from the place where Longjun sacrificed the sword by the cliff.

Chen Pingan still didn't realize it.

When the sword light passed halfway across the city, Chen Pingan stood up and began to use Nine Realm Martial Arts and Jian Wenquan.

The figure collapsed again and again, and before going to the sword light of those little characters, he condensed his figure and punched again.

In the end, Chen Pingan used his fists as a martial artist on the top of the mountain to completely smash the sword light, and when he came to the edge of the cliff, he stomped on the ground with both feet, and displayed a sword fairy image as high as a mountain, condensing the aura of the world. Make a sword, hold the sword in both hands, and slash towards the cliff head over there.

The giant Dharma figure with a pair of golden eyes laughed loudly and said: "I will give you a fist for me, thank you very much, Lord Long!"

With a wave of his hand, Long Jun pushed the young woman beside her who was nourishing her sword intent and stabilizing her sword heart more than a hundred feet away to the edge of the cliff.

The long sword in the hand of the dharma figure on the opposite bank shattered, and the dharma figure collapsed with a loud crash.

The sword fairy's form reappeared, and the long sword slashed at Long Jun's head again.

For a whole burn of incense, Lord Long remained motionless, even the long sword of Fa Xiang couldn't get close to the gray robe.

Countless sword qi from heaven and earth confronted the young man.

After the last dharma image shattered, Chen Pingan finally stopped pointlessly throwing out his sword, disappeared in a flash, returned to the original place, and gathered those small refined words.

Liu Bai came to the side of Long Jun on the edge of the cliff anxiously, and asked softly: "Is he really a little bit more punchy?"

The difference between the warriors of the mountain top realm and the martial arts of the ten realms is like the difference between the great sword immortals like Nalan Shaowei, Yue Qing, and Mi Hu of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and the old sword immortals of the Ascension Realm.

"He was talking to those monster monks under his feet. He didn't raise his fists at all, and he just talked nonsense, and deliberately used it to disgust me."

Long Jun was helpless, and patiently explained to the little girl next to him who was actually very smart but started to be confused when Chen Ping was involved: "At the height of martial arts at the top of the mountain, the martial arts state of mind is not too high. Poor, especially his mad dog who likes to ask questions the most. I want to destroy his good deeds with a sword. It is true that he is angry and annoyed. Going one step further. After serving as a hermit official, I have seen those battle scenes with my own eyes. This is where his martial arts prison is located. The end of the road is not far away, only the battle of life and death can forcibly strengthen the body."

Liu Bai nodded slightly, deeply convinced.

Dressed in a bright red robe, he reappeared on the edge of the cliff without warning, and this time he brought the narrow knife to Zhan Kan, gently pressed the handle of the knife with both hands, and said with a smile: "Miss Liubai, do you think that our senior Longjun, Are you a person who likes to talk a lot? If not, why are you talking so much? It’s very meaningful, you have to think about it carefully, if you practice swords without cultivating your mind, you will fall into trouble.”

Liu Bai sneered and said, "You don't babble at all."

Chen Pingan said seriously: "Isn't this Miss Liubai who is afraid of Liubai? After listening to Senior Long Jun's explanation, she said oh oh oh, and her expression was hmm, but she was actually scolding his mother's old thief Long Jun in her heart."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "The gods on the mountain, as long as you have doubts and guesses, there will be many ghosts. I am helping Senior Long Jun to clear up the suspicion. I don't understand this? Miss Liubai, it's not me who blames you, we If it's Wendou, I'm afraid you'll slap your head and break your neck, and Senior Long Jun won't be able to stop you. Today, Long Jun helped me raise my boxing intentions, so I'll save my face, so don't talk to Brother Zhou Mi. .”

Liubai's eyes gradually became resolute, and she took a step forward, stepping over the gray robe, and she smiled and said: "No matter what you say or do, I don't care about what you say or think, and you don't care about anything." You don't need to thank Long Jun for helping me grow my fist, it doesn't matter if I sincerely thank you, but I want to thank you for helping me repair Jianxin, sincerely!"

Long Jun nodded slightly, it should have been so long ago.

Chen Ping was silent for a moment.

In fact, Liubai was right to have this intention.

But does it work?

It may not be useful to her, but it is really useful to Chen Pingan himself.

Chen Ping smiled and said: "Then do you know that the heart demon has arisen because of me, and the heart of the sword has been repaired by me a little bit, this is a new heart demon, and even the heart demon has fewer flaws. Believe it or not, ask Don't ask Long Jun, it's up to you."

Long Jun sighed, "Liu Bai, go to another place to practice swords, he is using you to see the Tao and enlighten the demons in his heart."

It's no wonder that this person has no white eyes and doesn't regard him as an opponent at all, but he deliberately comes here again and again, leaving some traces of his heart in her heart.

Chen Ping glanced at the gray robe. There are so many big monsters on the throne, but this Dragon Lord is left at the head of the city.

Long Jun laughed and said, "The mad dog is going to bite again?"

Liu Bai had left sadly, she walked on the top of the city without a sword.

Chen Pingan actually sat on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the torrent of the monster army far below his feet, then retracted his gaze, fell back, using the cutting knife as a pillow, and said to himself: "It should be when you get home, Tong Childish holding the clothes, laughing at my white hair."

Long Jun smiled and said: "I don't have this kind of sadness, and you can't go back home."

Chen Pingan snorted, sat up immediately, and asked doubtfully, "How can you understand human speech?"

Lord Long didn't take it seriously, and asked instead: "Do you know why you don't block the view from here?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It's similar to the two heavy snowfalls. It's easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. In fact, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Long Jun laughed and said: "Wait, at most half a year, not only will you not be able to see the sun and the moon for half a year, but I won't need to stop your punches and swords soon. From this point of view, you are actually stronger than that Chen Qing." awful."

It turned out that Chen Pingan could no longer see the gray robe that Lord Long was wearing. In fact, all the scenes on the opposite wall disappeared from his vision.

Looking down again, those monster clans who flocked to Haoran Tianxia could not be seen anymore.

Chen Ping turned his head to look, and the heavy snow was falling slowly in the distance, which was still faintly visible.

Even if you can't see it in the future, what does it matter?

Small sorrows, big grains of rice.

What's more, when the rivers and lakes meet and brag, when the rivers and lakes meet again, the road is hard, and the rivers and lakes are far away. When we meet again, someone will definitely say that Master has worked hard. Sir, you have worked hard. Young Master Uncle has worked hard. Chen Pingan has worked hard.

Chen Pingan swung away, with his sleeves fluttering, and laughed loudly: "It seems like you're throwing away, it's hard work."

Feiran and Lizhen came to Long Jun's side together, and Lizhen asked: "Are you really crazy?"

Long Jun asked back: "Ask yourself?"

Fei Ran asked with a smile: "That Cao Ci, was able to beat him three times in a row?"

Long Jun nodded and said, "Unexpectedly."