Sword of Coming

A foreign scholar named Chen Zhuoliu sent a flying sword message to Luopo Mountain in Changchun Palace, and after visiting the capital of Dali, he walked all the way south and walked slowly to the New Year's Eve shop in Qilong Lane in the small town. When it came to the shopkeeper Shi Ruan, a boy named Aman, when he weighed his purse to pick out pastries, Jia Sheng, the shopkeeper of the Caotou shop next door, came to visit again. Now the Taoist robe on the old fairy is much more simple than before. After all, the realm is high now, and everything in the robe is external to the body, too much attention is paid, and it is inferior. Chen Zhuoliu glanced at the old Taoist priest and smiled. Jia Sheng noticed the other party's scrutiny and nodded with his beard.

After Chen Zhuoliu left the New Year's shop, he went to the Yang's shop, but he couldn't see Old Man Yang. He was a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he would have come here to chat about the old calendar.

Chen Lingjun coaxed Yufeng to come here. He had received a secret letter from Feijian earlier, that good brother said that he would arrive in the town on time today, and the two sides met at the shop in Qilong Lane. Chen Lingjun went down the mountain an hour earlier, with three sword talismans hanging from his waist. Before going down the mountain, he lent one to Xiao Mili and Silly Nuanshu, so that he could give his own one to Chen Zhuoliu, borrow it? What to borrow, it's not generous at all. When I arrived at the New Year's Eve shop, I waited for almost an hour. It's not a problem to just eat melon seeds. I was bored, so Chen Lingjun teased the withdrawn little Ah Man, saying that it was too hard to learn what punches and moves. I will teach you a family Fist is not easy to pass on the brilliant boxing method, called centipede jumping, it is perfect to practice this boxing in the dragon riding lane outside this gate.

But the boy just stood on the bench behind the counter, flipped through the book, and ignored the boy in Tsing Yi.

With his hands behind his hands, Chen Lingjun went to the shop next door to chat with his old friend Jia Sheng, patted his chest and said that he would let Brother Jia meet a new friend, but when the appointed time came, and after another incense stick, Chen Lingjun squatted at the door of the shop, still Waiting until the old turbid flow was gone, she ran back to the New Year's shop and asked Shi Rou if there was a scholar who carried the bookcase today, Shi Rou said yes, she bought pastries at the shop an hour ago, and then left. Chen Lingjun stomped his feet, used his blindness, and flew into the air against the wind, overlooking the earth from above the small town, but he still couldn't see the familiar figure of that friend. It's so strange, could it be that I was rushing along Yufeng earlier and didn't look much into the mountains, so that the two sides just missed it, and actually one went out and the other went into the mountain? Chen Lingjun rushed to Luopo Mountain in a hurry, but after asking Xiaomi Li, he didn't seem to see Chen Zhuoliu. Chen Lingjun squatted on the ground, put his head in his hands, and sighed, what the hell was going on.

In fact, Chen Zhuoliu was currently in Huanghu Mountain, sitting outside the hut basking in the sun.

A person who slays the dragon does not slay the dragon when he reaches the water's edge, just like a fisherman who does not cast a net when he is by the water's edge, and a woodcutter who does not cut firewood when he enters the forest.

It doesn't matter.

Just wait patiently, there will be even more strange things to happen next, Chen Zhuoliu must not miss this time, it is a feat never seen in ten thousand years.

Since old man Yang is not in the small town and has walked out of the ten thousand-year-old painting land, Chen Zhuoliu is the only one in Longzhou who has noticed this clue. Even Wei Bo, the mountain lord of Piyun Mountain, can't do it, not only the mountain lord of Beiyue Mountain is not enough. That's why, even if he is "Chen Zhuoliu", he deduces this situation based on his "living in seclusion" for many years, following some clues, adding the cause and effect of killing dragons, and the skill of mental arithmetic evolution. Subtle signs of change.

It's just that he was a little curious, did the embroidered tiger know about this?

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In the wild world, outside a thatched hut on the top of a hundred thousand mountains, the old blind man was hunched, facing the mountains and rivers that he monopolized for thousands of miles.

Back then, he cut out two eyeballs with his own hands, and threw one in Haoran Tianxia and the other in Qingming Tianxia.

The mountains and rivers "in front of me" are thousands of miles away, and there is no one there. So clean, so clean.

An old dog crawled at the door, raised his head slightly, looked at the old guy standing on the edge of the cliff, and instead of falling, he fell to his death. This kind of little disappointment, it has every day.

The old blind man asked: "Do you know why Ah Liang left the Great Wall of Sword Qi when he carved the characters, but he didn't return home?"

The dignified Ascension Realm old dog shook his head, "I don't know."

The old blind man scolded: "What a dog's brain!"

The old dog is not aggrieved at all, he just wants to say otherwise? What else could it be? Old blind man, you like to talk nonsense. If we exchange realms, ha ha.

After A Liang left the inverted mountain, he went directly to the Lizhu Cave, and then flew up to the Qingming Tianxia Baiyujing. In Tianwaitian, he was fighting the Huawai Tianmo while wrestling with Dao Er Er.

After reaching the fourteenth stage of sword cultivation, he still did not go to the Shenzhou of Middle Earth where his hometown is located, but returned directly to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and then was suppressed under Tuoyue Mountain, one of the two ancient Ascension Platforms, once The three sword cultivators asked the sword to hold Yueshan, and cut off the path that was expected to reopen the connection between heaven and man. Heaven. No one can refine that site, even the patriarchs of the Three Religions can only impose restrictions on it.

The old blind man stretched out his hand and scratched one side of his shriveled cheek, "As far as Ariana's virtue is concerned, if you don't break the border, can you not go to the old friend in your hometown...pretend to brag? That guy can't say 'Fourteenth-level swordsman, No big deal', sure to say. Pout your ass and you'll see what he ate."

The watchdog nodded, and suddenly said: "I see, Ah Liang has a home and can't return to it. It's a lost dog. Scholars are all like this anyway. In fact, our Wenhai is not the same. It's easy to talk about elsewhere in the world. If anyone in Haoran Tianxia enters into the fourteenth realm as a sword cultivator, the remnants of the ancient gods outside the sky, no matter which camps they are divided into in history, will most likely flock to Haoran Tianxia. No wonder the old scholar is unwilling It is too dangerous for disciples to enter this realm, and it will cause great disaster, so it makes sense, that little girl with shofar braids entered the fourteenth realm at the beginning, it seems that it is Zhou Mi's method of blaming Haoran Tianxia."

The old blind man sneered, "It's not a pig's brain."

The old dog has no choice but to scold you, old blind man, you will only bully a loyal dog of your own.

Old blind man, you said that you are guarding the fourteenth realm to eat dry food, go and have a quick fight with the great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, win, and the whole wild world is your territory, or go to the Zhongtu Confucian Temple Sapo, I will definitely help you take a good look at the family property of Shiwan Dashan.

Tuoyueshan Patriarch and Wenhai Zhoumi, why are they willing to let Xiao Yu, a guy who doesn't care about me, who doesn't care about me, a former hermit official who can't even control Chen Qing, in the Hall of Valor, in the Fourteenth Realm of Taoism? It turns out that apart from making the wild world have an extra top combat power, they have other plans. When the old dog thought of these twists and turns, he had a terrible headache, and immediately felt that the old blind man was actually quite kind. If he really slipped on one foot and fell off the cliff, he would be half dead.

The old blind man turned his head and glanced at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, then at Tuoyue Mountain, and then recalled the advancing route of the barbaric world, and felt that something was wrong everywhere.

It doesn't really matter whether a fourteenth-level monk has a pair of eyes or not. It's just that the world has been taught for thousands of years that people can't see it. However, some young people and old blind people still admire them no matter how hurtful their words are, but there are too few of them, and they all seem to end up badly.

The old blind man sighed for the first time, "It's time to accept a pleasing direct disciple."

The old dog tremblingly said: "Don't just be that lord Yinguan, that guy looks at me with wrong eyes, what are you looking at, it's like staring at a dish."

The more he talked, the more angry the old dog raised his head, stretched out a paw, and gently scratched the ground, only digging out a few traces. Obviously he didn't dare to make too much noise, but the tone of his words was extremely angry. It’s not that there are too many things at home, I really can’t get away, I went to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and killed him, there is no flying sword, but it’s not like I don’t know how to do swordsmanship.”

The old blind man sneered and said, "Even Lord Long couldn't cut him to death. Why do you cut up the meat and use it as a side dish, so that our lord hidden official will be killed?"

The old dog prostrated himself on the ground again, and sighed, "That rogue old deaf boy didn't know that he came here to worship the mountain first, so he took a detour and went south. It's shameless, master, let's just forget about it?"

The old blind man appeared next to the old dog without warning, raised his foot, and stepped heavily on its back. A series of crunchy sounds exploded like firecrackers. He rubbed his chin with one hand, "Sneak away to the treasure bottle of Haoran Tianxia!" Zhou, help me find a young man named Li Huai, and bring him back. When it’s done, you will regain your freedom, and you can dance around in the barren world.”

The old dog began to play dead.

Compared with free body, of course life-saving is more important. Going to Haoran Tianxia now, especially that Aquarius Continent, dog meat is not on the table? It must have been thoroughly cooked by that embroidered tiger.

The old blind man kicked the old dog away, and said to himself: "Is it possible that I really want to go to Aquarius Continent in person, is there such a pole to recruit disciples?"

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Feiran was left in Taoyedu by Zhou Mi.

At the time of parting, Zhou Mi seemed to be seriously injured, and he was able to make a peak of the 14th realm turn pale.

At that time, Zhou Mi had the extremely fierce sword energy and the remnants of Lei Fa Dao on his body, and he also had a strange lingering fist.

After Feiran casually threw away the book collection seal, he went back to the military tent first. For some reason, Jiazi tent clogs, or Zhou Mi's closed disciple Zhou Qinggao, had already been waiting there. He said that he would travel with Feiran next time. Tongyezhou, and then go to the Good Fortune Cave on Luhua Island. Feiran actually admires this young man, but he doesn’t like the bad feeling of being a puppet and bumping into walls everywhere. It’s just that since Zhou Qinggao came, it must be Zhou Mi’s instruction. As for what Fei Ran himself thinks, it doesn't matter anymore.

Feiran only asked one question, what would happen to the mirage city of the Daquan Dynasty.

Zhou Qinggao answered with a smile, still the same.

Feiran took Zhou Qinggao back to Zhaoping Peak, and then went south together, Feiran landed in a deserted city, and walked together on a stone arch bridge with lush vegetation.

Fei Ran, who was wearing a green shirt and covered his face with a sword on his back, stopped and stood at the top of the stone bridge, and asked, "Since we all chose to put all our eggs in one basket, why did we still divide our troops into Dongbaopingzhou and Nanbasuozhou and take one of them? It's not difficult. According to the current way of fighting, it's no longer a war, it's a broken jar. If Fuyaozhou and Jinjiazhou don't go to make up for follow-up troops, they flock to Baopingzhou and Posuozhou. What is this? As long as we occupy one of the continents, whichever it is, and take down Aquarius Continent, we will continue to attack Beiju Luzhou and South Posuo Continent, and use Jinjia Continent as a big ferry to continue Go north to attack Liuxiazhou, then this battle can continue to be exhausted, and it will be no problem to fight for another few decades or one hundred years, and our chances of winning are not small."

Especially in Aquarius Continent, with the Great Liberation Capital as the dividing line between the north and the south of the continent, the entire southern coastal area is full of monster races crazily emerging from the sea.

Zhou Qinggao said: "I also had this doubt before, but the master never answered."

Feiran stretched out his hand to wipe the jade-white bridge railing, his palm was covered with dust, he was silent for a moment, and asked again: "Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, what are you thinking?"

Zhou Qinggao thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I didn't dare to ask Mr. about this matter."

Fei Ran finally asked: "Why don't you follow your husband."

Zhou Qinggao still shook his head, "Sir, the students follow the instructions. If you shouldn't ask, just don't ask a word, if you shouldn't think about it...just try to think as little as possible."

Feiran turned around, leaned his back against the bridge railing, leaned back, and looked up at the sky.

Empty sky, empty heart.

Feiran is actually used to thinking of himself as a person from the mountain after he has achieved a small success in Taoism, but he still separates his hometown from the Haoran world. Therefore, whether it is to make suggestions for the military account, or to use the sword to kill people on the battlefield of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Fei Ran has no ambiguity. It's just that outside of the battlefield, such as in Tongyezhou, Feiran is not to mention very different from Yusi and Tan, even with Zhou Qinggao, who is also fascinated by the awe-inspiring knowledge of a hundred schools of thought, the two sides are still different.

Zhou Qinggao laughed and said: "I don't drink, so I don't bring alcohol with me, otherwise I can make an exception and have a drink with Brother Feiran."

Feiran shook his head, "Forget it, I can't drink wine."

If we say that life is an arch bridge paved with years, months and days as bricks and stones. Then the ordinary masters in the market at the foot of the mountain, in their thirties, at least in their forties, have almost reached the highest point of the arch bridge. Walking in it, you can look back on the bridge, but there is no turning back. So when I was young, I was anxious to grow up. Growing up and being afraid of old age. As for the Qi practitioners who climb mountains and practice Taoism, it seems that they do not have this situation. In fact, once the monks gradually become corrupted and hopeless, they will only suffer more than ordinary people on the mountain.

Feiran suddenly laughed, "Our hidden official, named Chen Pingan, seems to be the most troubled. Thinking about it this way, my mood is much better."

Feiran took out two jugs of wine, threw a jug to Zhou Qinggao, and asked abruptly: "There is nothing to visit in Tongyezhou, how about skipping the Creation Cave, and we go directly to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to visit Lord Yinguan?"

Zhou Qinggao hesitated.

Fei Ran patted the other person on the shoulder, "Chen Pingan ignored you when he passed by the Great Wall of Sword Qi before, but now it's almost a conclusion, the two of you must have something to talk about. As long as you are familiar with each other, you will know that he is better than anyone else." Talkative."

Zhou Qinggao nodded, took a sip of his wine, and said with a smile: "Then try it. The premise is that you must guarantee that I will not be beaten to death by him."

Feiran smiled and said, "It's easy to say."

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On the sword Qi Great Wall, on the top of the wall, a military monk and demon clan in the Dragon Gate Realm was panting, and his hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

Before climbing to the top of the city, I made an appointment with the famous Yinguan. The two sides are just exercising swordsmanship and boxing. There is no need to divide life and death. When he got to the top of the city, he immediately went back to his residence. The lord Yinguan gave a thumbs up, and praised him with a bit more authentic savage and elegant language, saying that he was meticulous in doing things and had a long-lost heroic spirit, so it was completely fine.

So this fight was fought very heartily. In fact, it was this military monk who slashed on the top of the city alone, and the young hermit in the bright red robe let it slash on himself, Occasionally cut with the narrow knife hidden in the sheath, lift the scabbard casually, and block one or two, otherwise it will appear that the hospitality is not sincere, and it is easy to let the opponent lose heart prematurely. In order to take care of this hero's mood, Chen Pingan also intentionally used the palm thunder method, so that every time the scabbard and the blade collide, there will be bursts of snow-white lightning that swim like a white snake.

At this time, leaning on the ground with a narrow knife, looking at the guy who put away the knife and stopped, Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Are you tired of chopping, why don't you replace me?"

The monster cultivator immediately raised his chest and said proudly: "Not tired, not tired at all! Let me take a moment, what are you in a hurry for?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You guest, you come to the door without invitation. Shouldn't you be honored as Mr. Yinguan? But I have been waiting for you for a long time."

It shouted without hesitation: "Master Yinguan."

He also added, "Well-deserved reputation, good boxing skills!"

Chen Pingan suddenly looked around in a daze, but immediately restrained his mind and waved to it, "Go back."

It's not really stupid, "Don't kill me?"

Chen Ping smiled and said: "This is the first time you have climbed to the top of the city, and you have never been to the battlefield. Maybe you will never have a chance to get close to this place in your life. Why kill you?"

After closing the knife, it clasped its fists and said: "It's a bit inferior, Mr. Yinguan is indeed a high fist."

Chen Ping held the handle of the knife with one hand, rubbed the center of his brow with the other, and squinted at the guest who spoke modestly and looked more sincere, "When I returned home, I said that I had defeated the hidden official. If someone asked me, I would Help you smooth things over and admit this."

It was a little embarrassed, and whispered: "This is not very good."

Chen Ping grabbed his hand and cut it. Seeing that the situation was not good, it immediately ran away from the wind. After the "big monster" who didn't have a clear mind left, Chen Pingan looked up and found that there was a heavy snowfall for no reason, without warning.

Wind and snow clouds cover my eyes.

Before today, I would still be skeptical.

I don't know if there is still a chance to revisit the old place and eat a bowl of eel noodles that I didn't eat back then.

I don’t know if there is still a chance to return to my hometown and have another meal of fried pork with winter bamboo shoots that I can’t get enough of. Will the wine bowl on the table be replaced by a wine glass.

Will he be dragged to have a hot pot meal in summer? Will there be old people lying to themselves, one thing is one thing, and drinking can relieve the heat, making him almost burst into tears.

After all these years, after getting the book of landscape travel notes, I have been waiting hard for this day to come, but I seem to be worried about this day.

In an instant, the weather in the sky and the earth was in chaos, so that the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi shook, and Chen Pingan tried his best to stabilize his mind.

The landscape is upside down.

A Confucian scholar in green shirt stood on the top of the wall, turned to look at the young man, "You can go back."

Chen Ping took out the white jade hairpin and pinned it in the bun.

Stepping up to the top of the city, he squatted down, "Can you let me have a meal and drink a pot of wine first, and then make a decision after I eat and drink enough?"

Cui Chan nodded, "The big thing is over, it's all small things."

Chen Pingan sat down on the top of the wall and fell backwards. He said he wanted to eat and drink enough, but he didn't eat or drink. He just lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, staring blankly at the snowstorm in the night.