Sword of Coming

A dragon boat ferry named Fanmo, at the edge of Zhengyang Mountain, removed its blinders and slowly returned north.

On the ferry side, everyone in Luopo Mountain fell down one after another.

Only Sui Youyou did not board the ship. She chose to travel far away with her sword alone.

Hongxia and Peixiang are still standing together. A descendant of the river who has successfully turned into a dragon, and a leader of the Fox Kingdom. They are both from the mountains and rivers. Now they are both practicing in the Lotus Root Blessed Land. Every time Jise Peak discusses something, they always talk about it. They feel out of place, so they seem to be very dependent on each other. Even if they have nothing to talk about, they can't help but stand together. As for Peixiang's previous opportunity to break through the realm, everyone saw it and no one took it seriously. Even Peixiang herself didn't think there was anything worth saying. After all, even if she reached the Yupu realm tomorrow, , so what?

Zhu Lian's body is hunched, his hands are behind his back, and he is chatting and laughing with his master Zhongqiu.

Xiaomi Li held a hiking stick and kept running around Pei Qian, chirping, saying that she was hovering in the wind with her little senior brother. She was about the same as a radish camping in the field, motionless and steady. Very, from beginning to end, there is absolutely no tension as big as a drizzle.

Chen Lingjun began to exert some mysterious and mysterious natal powers again, and became brothers with the old swordsman in Yupu realm who had the pseudonym Xixuan, and the two sides chatted extremely well.

One said that he was very good at eating in Beiyue Territory and Beiju Luzhou. He reported his name and drank alcohol without spending money.

One said that he was not famous in Liuxia Continent and Aai Ai Continent, but he was inevitably inferior to Brother Jingqing.

As for the lady of the mountain master who had not yet been married by his master, when Chen Lingjun boarded the boat in Ningyao, she was a little far away, and she just made a few smooth steps, like a fish swimming through the crowd, with her hands clasped in fists, respectfully, As soon as he bowed to the end, his butt was raised high, and when he was about to speak, he was kicked by Cui Dongshan. He fell to the ground and fell to the ground. Chen Lingjun simply refused to get up and shouted loudly: "Jing Qing pays homage to the mountain master's wife." "

Ning Yao said helplessly: "Get up and talk."

Chen Lingjun blurted out: "As the lady of the mountain master said, the ground is cool."

There is gold under a man's knees, and the more he kneels, the more gold he will have.

In the early years, with Pei Qian in front of Zhu Yu at the door of Ning's house on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Ning Yao could barely adapt to the family style of Luo Luo Shan.

In fact, from Chen Pingan, she had heard a lot about the deeds of this boy in Tsing Yi.

Whenever he talked about Chen Lingjun, Ning Yao could even see in Chen Ping'an's face and eyes that there was no shortage of good wine.

Perhaps Chen Lingjun himself didn't know that the world he had traveled through had made up for many of the shortcomings in the young mountain owner's heart. It seemed that Chen Ping'an had just passed by in other arenas. He had never been there, but he had finally seen it. There were people there, drinking wine from large bowls, eating large pieces of meat, and rejoicing in grudges.

As soon as the boy in green got up, the big white goose raised its foot to kick again.

Chen Lingjun put up a defensive two-handed boxing stance. Cui Dongshan turned around with his feet, then suddenly turned around and punched again. Chen Lingjun immediately jumped and moved, and drew a punch pile with his palms. The last two looked at each other, nodded, and stood still at the same time, raising their sleeves, letting go of anger in their Dantian, and masters exchanged blows. Such a civil fight was more dangerous than a martial fight, killing people invisible, and their knowledge was greater than the sky.

Jiang Shangzhen stood alone, leaning on the railing. Cui Dongshan came to him, stood on tiptoes and leaned on the railing, "Are you planning to go back?"

Jiang Shangzhen nodded and said: "It's okay for Wei Ying to be the leader of the sect, but he may not know how to make a lot of money. Furthermore, it's not appropriate for him to point fingers at my Yunku blessed land. I need to come forward in person, press the heads of many people, and teach them how to bend down and pick things up." Money. After this, when the site selection for the Luopo Mountain Sect is completed, I plan to visit the ruins of the Sword Qi Great Wall, and I have to settle some old scores."

The only thing missing from this dragon boat ferry now is the owner of Luolu Mountain.

Jiang Shangzhen turned his head and glanced at the outline of Zhengyang Mountain, "The mountain owner is still too polite. I will make the account book public and let the Bamboo Emperor explain clearly and truthfully why he removed the mountain protector. "

Cui Dongshan chuckled and said: "This is the end that our mountain-moving ancestor has earned by his own skills. Compared with Xia Yuancui and other old swordsmen who like to be cowardly turtles, they still have to be more heroic. If you lose, you will lose, and you will die." Just die, be upright and aboveboard."

Jiang Shangzhen twitched the corners of his lips, "I have been running rampant in the mountains and rivers of a continent and have committed crimes for thousands of years. Overtly and covertly, on the mountains and under the mountains, I have at least thousands of lives on my hands, but I turned a blind eye and ignored them. I only saw the vigorous death today. Instead, I gave a thumbs up. Do you regard him as a hero? If I remember correctly, among the Guanli Immortal family, there are more than one or two sects that suffered heavy losses and great suffering at the hands of Yuan Zhenye in the early years."

Cui Dongshan still had a playful smile on his face, "Chief Zhou, it's boring for you to talk like this. What is liveliness? It means that those young female cultivators in Qiongzhi Peak who have to devote themselves to high-ranking officials and dignitaries cannot survive it and wait for death. If they survive it, they will You have to wait eagerly to see other people’s excitement.”

Jiang Shangzhen said lazily: "I helped people light lanterns at night and held umbrellas in the rain. In the end, I was criticized for not having bright lights and complained about the rain getting my shoes wet."

Cui Dongshan put his hands in his sleeves, "You have to think this way, without these people's hearts, why should the strong rise up?"

On the road of life, the real mistakes, misses and losses are not the opportunities that pass by or the noble people that we missed, but the mistakes that we had the opportunity to correct. Then you miss it and you lose it.

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and nodded, "This truth is enough to make an old man like me feel like a young man again."

Cui Dongshan said casually: "In addition to my husband's hometown, Huaihuang County, there are actually two other good places, which can be called the Immortal Cave and the Golden and Jade Jungle."

Jiang Shangzhen asked curiously: "Is there such a thing?"

Cui Dongshan said: "In the Qingming world, in the capital of a great dynasty, a large number of monastic geniuses called Wuling boys have emerged. The most famous among them is Wang Yuanlu, who is regarded as a rice thief by Bai Yujing. The other one who is also one of the ten young candidates is actually from there. As for the Savage World, Liu Cha’s founding disciple Zhu Ji, the two Hundred Sword Immortals of Tuoyue Mountain, and a few younger ones are not I am a swordsman, but my cultivation qualifications are very good, and they all come from a small place."

Jiang Shangzhen asked: "Is there someone behind the scenes who is editing the world intentionally?"

Cui Dongshan shook his head, "This kind of thing that is easily punished by God cannot be done by human power. At most, it can be pulled from the side, add fuel to the situation, and cut the wick. No one can create such a situation out of thin air."

Jiang Shangzhen asked: "Our mountain master left and came back. What are we going to do?"

Cui Dongshan blinked, and Jiang Shangzhen turned around and started writing on the palm of his hand. Cui Dongshan did the same. When the two of them spread their palms and held them together, they laughed. They had a clear understanding, and the hero had the same vision.

Both of them wrote four words.

The Supreme Sect Master.

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The Jianding Patriarch Hall was completely empty, the Immortal Sword Peak was shattered, Yujiao Peak was replaced with a new top, several vassal hills of new and old peaks were uprooted, and a private mountain and river thousands of miles away was in chaos.

The water level of Qiuling Mountain's Xiaoshu Lake is now as low as a stream. A cave road has been carved out of Full Moon Peak. Qiongzhi Peak has been hit by Cao Jun's three swords, and it seems to have been washed away by Mi Yuxiaguang's sword energy. The water carefully raised by Shuilong Peak Yi, who was suppressed by the Dragon King Basket before, is still trembling now. The ancient mirror that is the treasure of the mountain in Po Yunfeng has no time to put away. It was turned around at will, like a rattle in a child's hand. The clouds gathered and dispersed, making a cloud-shifting peak appear sometimes dark and sometimes bright during the day...

Sword cultivators from various peaks in Zhengyang Mountain prevented Liu Xianyang from climbing the mountain to ask for swordsmanship. Not many people died, but dozens of people were injured, and their spirits dropped to the bottom.

Consecrated to Yuan Bai, he betrayed Xuefeng, turned to Zhongyue Mountain Lord Jin Qing, and returned to his hometown by boat.

Wu Tijing, who was regarded as the "Little Wei and Jin Dynasty" in Aquarius Island and the "Second Li Tuanjing", has disappeared. It is said that Tian Wan in Zhuyu Peak received a letter in which Wu Tijing, a traitor, expressed his disapproval. Master Zhuhuang cursed loudly, saying he was not a son of a man, and was not worthy of the status of a sword cultivator. From now on, when master and disciple meet again, they will still be master and disciple, but he, Wu Tijing, will be the master, and you, Zhuhuang, will be your disciple.

Dong Hu, the minister of the Ministry of Rites in the capital city of Great Li, no longer had to worry about whether to climb mountains or not. He picked up a pen to write a secret letter and blew the ink gently. His handwriting in regular script was strict, both formal and somewhat freehand. Therefore, in his early years in the officialdom and literary circles of Dali, he had the reputation of being "like an embroidered tiger's pen", which was indeed pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at it. After Dong Hu and the Minister of Rites Yamen reported the situation, the old minister was light-hearted and ordered The ferry went north, the people and the ferry were all leisurely amidst the white clouds.

When Wei and Jin were about to leave the ferry, Yu Huiting asked, "Uncle Wei is going to see that young hermit official?"

Wei Jin shook his head and said, "No, this guy's wine quality is too bad. There's nothing good to do with him."

Back then, when he was selling wine in the wine shop on the Great Wall of Jianqi, he was the one who got the most money cheated when buying wine in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

But Yu Huiting knew full well that Uncle Wei, who was arrogant and arrogant, would never say such things if he didn't regard the hidden official as a friend.

A celebration that was supposed to congratulate the Patriarch of Moving Mountain for reaching the upper five realms ended miserably. The leader of the sect, Bamboo Emperor, was still personally responsible for cleaning up the mess. No matter how messy it was, it was still a mess after all. He was still a sect leader who was about to create the next sect. .

The Bamboo Emperor clasped his fists, saluted the guests from all over the world and the peaks, and said with a carefree smile: "The celebration is cancelled, and I will let you all go for nothing today. Zhengyang Mountain will definitely give you gifts and compensation in return."

Leng Qi, the master of Qiongzhi Peak, got the instructions from the sect master and asked the female cultivators of Huamufang, who had lost their beauty, to quickly remove all the cases.

The Bamboo Emperor put away his sight and spoke to all the peak masters in his heart: "No one can stop the guests who are leaving Zhengyang Mountain. They must not have any dissatisfaction or say any offensive words. Even if they are pretending, they still have to be treated by me." Put on a smile, Yan Zhanglu, you send people to the top of Zhufeng Mountain to keep an eye on all the people who see off guests. Once found, the violators will be removed from the gold and jade genealogy on the spot. If there are guests who are willing to stay in Zhengyang Mountain, you will Send someone to treat you well, and keep this incense and friendship in mind, but this is the only thing that must be cherished."

The Bamboo Emperor used his Zhanzhan Qi magic power and looked at the scenery of the mountains beyond the first line of peaks. It was scrawled and his vitality was severely damaged. However, the Bamboo Emperor was still not discouraged. Instead, he was still in a mood and talked with several old swordsmen around him who had their own thoughts. Xian joked: "It's a pity that before the celebration started, Shanzhu Chen and Liu Jianxian climbed up the mountain to ask for swords. Otherwise, if we collect the gifts, we can fill in some holes, and then mend the landscape, so as not to tear down the east wall to repair the west wall, which is too much I was so worried that I had to embezzle money from the funds for the next site selection.”

Xia Yuancui sighed and said, this nephew is indeed a good-natured person. Even now, his words can be so calm and gentle. This Man Yuefeng ancestor with the highest seniority in Zhengyang Mountain actually restrained some of his dark thoughts for a while. , the enemy is gone, if Luolu Mountain can really stop here, will Full Moon Peak and Bamboo Emperor's First Line Peak put aside their past feud and cooperate sincerely?

Tao Yanbo, the God of Wealth, hesitated to speak.

Yan Chu's face was full of surprise, because the Bamboo Emperor's words were a smile to himself, not to the Tao Cai Shen of Qiuling Mountain.

It is obvious that the originally beautiful Qiuling Mountain is destined to decline.

The trees fell and the hozens scattered, and the tea cooled down when people left.

There were very few guests left.

The ferry boats that watch the ceremony are like birds flying in the mountains, following the path that looks like a bird path, one after another, passing through the sky and traveling far away. Zhengyang Mountain is a place of right and wrong, and you cannot stay for a long time.

The Bamboo Emperor said sternly: "We just take this opportunity to hold the second meeting while all the guests are present."

Yan Chu immediately acted as the Patriarch of the Law and waved his hands with a straight face: "Everyone else, please hurry down the mountain and stay at the Tingjian Pavilion. Don't move around at will. Look back and listen to the orders of the Patriarch Hall."

The Bamboo Emperor smiled and said: "Since Yuan Zhenye has been removed from the list, the position of guardian of Zhengyang Mountain will be temporarily vacant. Tao Yanbo, what do you think?"

Regarding Yuan Zhenye, who had protected the mountain for thousands of years, the Bamboo Emperor still only talked about his removal, not life or death.

Tao Yanbo said sadly: "Sect Master, Qiulingshan cannot be blamed for this disaster. I voluntarily resigned from my post and closed my door to think about my mistakes for a while."

The situation is over, and struggling is useless. It will only arouse the anger of the public, bring down the entire Qiuling Mountain, and be greatly resented by the ambitious leader Zhuhuang.

The Bamboo Emperor stared at Tao Yanbo and said slowly: "Then Zhanglu Yan will be transferred to this position. Qiuling Mountain will be closed for a hundred years from today. From now on, all the sword cultivators in Qiuling Mountain who go down the mountain to practice will have to obey the orders of the first line of peaks." There should be no objections to the arrangements of the Ancestral Master Hall. After I trouble Tao Jianxian to return to the mountain, I can comfort people. Master Xia Bo is highly respected. In this critical moment, I have no choice but to trouble my uncle to come out of the mountain, suspend his sword training, and serve as the head of the Ancestral Master Hall."

Xia Yuancui stroked his beard and said thoughtfully: "That's all we have to do."

Although Yan Chu was reluctant to give up, he originally thought that he would be able to serve as the God of Wealth as the Patriarch of the Law, but he would still make money by being able to manage the money of both upper and lower sects in the future.

When Tao Yanbo heard this, he became furious and sealed the mountain for a hundred years. Yixianfeng took over all Qiuling Mountain sword cultivators? ! Do you, the Bamboo Emperor, want to use a blunt knife to cut off the flesh and kill all the forces in the Qiuling Mountain Sword Cultivator lineage?

Once Qiuling Mountain is banned for a hundred years, wouldn't the sword cultivators of this lineage, especially the two younger generation disciples, all have to change their minds one by one, imitate the Qingwu Peak, and go to other peaks to practice one by one?

Adding bricks and tiles, you push me, everyone has their own difficulties and difficulties, if the wall collapses and everyone pushes it, fools will do it.

The Bamboo Emperor said: "Tao Yanbo, do you have any objections?"

Tao Yanbo's face was gloomy and uncertain. He glanced at the jade plaque hanging on the Bamboo Emperor's waist, and finally shook his head.

Although it was a discussion in the Patriarch Hall, the Bamboo Emperor clearly did not give anyone a chance to say no. Without the sword top of the Patriarch Hall, the Bamboo Emperor was just a one-word hall today.

The Bamboo Emperor turned to look at the Zhuyu Peak female ancestor with a smile, and said: "Tian Wan, your responsibilities remain unchanged. You are still in charge of the three areas, Mirror Flowers and Water Moon, Shanshui Palace Report, and Mountain Gate Intelligence."

Tian Wan looked panicked and said in a trembling voice: "Sect Master, it is precisely because Zhuyu Peak's intelligence was wrong that we took those two young men lightly. Tian Wan cannot be redeemed by death. He is willing to shut himself up and think about his mistakes like Patriarch Tao."

The Bamboo Emperor smiled, shook his head, and rejected Tian Wan's resignation.

Of course he knew something was wrong with this bitch.

The Bamboo Emperor was even sure that she and Luopo Mountain were either closely related or had reached a certain covenant, but there was no way. This was the price Zhengyang Mountain had to pay. Yixianfeng and the Bamboo Emperor had to fight with that Chen Shan. A sincerity given by the Lord’s hands.

Yan Chu's heartstrings suddenly tightened, and he no longer dared to care about whether he had concurrent responsibilities or not. After all, Shuilong Peak is the mountaintop that has always held the power of espionage.

Tian Wan, this stinky bitch, can't help but pick up any pot.

As for Zhuyu Peak, let alone direct descendants, there are usually no handyman disciples. Only Tian Wan has always been living there to practice in seclusion. Is this obviously throwing dirty water at Shuilong Peak?

The Bamboo Emperor was in a complicated mood. The sect leader's state of mind was far from being as calm and calm as it appeared. In fact, he was already exhausted. If there was even the slightest disturbance, even the Bamboo Emperor would feel helpless.

When the truth comes to light, the human heart is exposed and can be seen at a glance. There is no need to look at the confusion and panic among the descendants of the peaks on the other side of the Dingjian Pavilion. Just say that on the top of the sword, there are either stupid drunkards or smart people with their own agendas, or they are just wallflowers who stand by and choose to protect themselves wisely. The Bamboo Emperor kept smiling bitterly for no reason. Could it be that as the old saying goes, one family cannot enter the same house?

Bamboo Emperor's vision quickly swept everywhere, trying to find traces of that person.

The Bamboo Emperor dared to assert that that person must be somewhere in the mountain at this moment.

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In the viewing pavilion built on the cliff at Full Moon Peak, the Yunlin Jiang family brother and sister still stayed.

The plaque is "Guyun Pavilion" with gold characters on a black background. There are couplets hanging on the pillars on both sides of the pavilion, and the content is quite long.

When I wake up in the morning, I open the door and the mountains are covered with snow. I see the cranes chirping and the pines in the wind. The years are behind me, and my heart and the moon are originally round.

Returning home in the evening, drunk and dreaming of the sound of falling woodcutters, the king's words ascending to the Dharma during the day, flowers and trees offering true appreciation, burning incense and listening to the rain.

Jiang Sheng in the pavilion asked doubtfully: "In this case, Zhengyang Mountain still has the nerve to create a sect?"

The Bamboo Emperor who was the leader of the sect was simply a master as thick-skinned as a city wall, which was an eye-opener for Jiang Sheng.

The monks on the mountain in Aquarius Continent and the noble families at the foot of the mountain all saw this scene, and it was too late to close the mirror.

What's more, I heard that the Confucian Temple has lifted the ban on landscape newspapers. At most, Zhengyang Mountain can control other people's eyes today, but it can't control their mouths.

Jiang Shan, who is a Confucian gentleman, nodded and said: "Of course."

The Bamboo Emperor is actually a very strong and resilient sect leader. This kind of person will be like a fish in water wherever he practices. It seems that as long as he is not killed and is given one or two straws to grab, he can reach the top again.

Jiang Sheng was in shock at the moment. Hearing the word "eldest brother" seemed to be more absurd to her than seeing Liu Xianyang ask sword questions one by one and then all the way to the top.

Jiang Shan said: "There is no suspense about the establishment of the Lower Sect. Together with the Zhengyang Mountain Sect, they will just repeat the same mistakes together and become the same situation as before for hundreds of years. It is like being stepped on by Li Tuanjing alone, and he is so crushed that he can't breathe. Come. Of course, the situation in Zhengyang Mountain is even more dangerous this time, because Luolu Mountain is not Fengleiyuan. There is more than one sword immortal. What's more, the two mountain owners, Chen Ping'an and Li Tuanjing, are both sword immortals, but their acting styles are very different. Same."

Jiang Shan looked around and saw a human heart in Zhengyang Mountain. The clouds and rain gathered and dispersed the glass, which was brittle and brittle. After several battles with swordsmen, it was indeed vulnerable to a single blow.

What Wei Liang calls dismantling is actually the essence of cutting.

Jiang Shan smiled and said: "Through the hunting envoy Cao Ping, we were able to distinguish ourselves from the Dali imperial court and the Dali border army to a certain extent. It cannot be said in full, but it is of great significance. And through the Yuan Dynasty, which is very likely to be transferred to Shujian Lake to practice. Bai, let Zhongyue Jinqing and Zhenjing Sect besiege the Zhengyang Mountain Sect located in the old Zhuying territory. Nanyue Crown Prince Caizhi Mountain, Yongjiang Water God, and the Qiantang River Fengshui Cave Laojiao near our home all do their own things. Having made a choice, in order to achieve this, we need the young mountain owner of Luolu Mountain, a lot of love on the mountain, the connections cultivated in secret, and a genuine exchange of interests."

"This is just the first step."

Jiang Shan said eloquently, "The second step is to target the interior of Zhengyang Mountain. Sword cultivators such as Bo Yunfeng and Pianying Feng, all the swordsmen who often took the lead in the First Line Peak Ancestral Hall, will sit down with Yong Yong. After the discussion, the fellow disciples separated the two groups of people, which not only dispersed the scattered sand, but the most important thing was the backhand hidden in it. For example, the Zhengyang Mountain Sect and the future Lower Sect, from today on, There begins to be some kind of schism that cannot be bridged.”

"If I were the young hidden official of Luopo Mountain, after the sword quest is over and I leave, there will be a fourth step. On the surface, it seems to leave Zhengyang Mountain alone. Of course, whoever wants to ask the sword of Luolo Mountain is most welcome. In this way , Luopo Mountain is equivalent to giving face to the Great Li court, leaving steps for both sides. Only in the dark, teaming up with Zhongyue and Zhenjing Sect, to target the lower sect of Zhengyang Mountain with all their strength, it is very simple, as long as it does not come from Puyun Peak The sword cultivators in these mountains can’t even hope to have a good life, and no one even dares to go out to practice.”

Jiang Sheng asked doubtfully: "On the surface? The fourth step?"

Jiang Shan smiled and said: "The likes of Bailudu and Qingwu Peak have long since become obsolete. Xia Yuancui of Full Moon Peak is the most aware of current affairs, Leng Qi of Qiongzhi Peak is the best at clinging to the strong, and Yan Chu likes to camp and is only interested in profit. Qiuling Mountain is almost missing one. It was Yuan Zhenye, who was enshrined in his own mountain guard, who was most seriously injured. Otherwise, Tao Yanbo was actually the most suitable and most promising candidate to serve as the head of the next sect. Regardless of the reason, Zhengyang Mountain fell to this point, and Li Tuanjing was the same person back then. It’s completely different to be able to overwhelm Zhengyang Mountain with one man.”

"Li Tuanjing can ask Jian Zhengyang Mountain at will and kill any sword cultivator, but Zhengyang Mountain, which has been built for three hundred years, is under pressure and shares the same hatred, because everyone does not think that one Fenglei Garden and one Li Tuanjing are not the same. Zhengyang Mountain can really be destroyed, but Luopo Mountain's joint viewing of the ceremony this time is different. Therefore, this viewing ceremony is the third step of the young Yinguan, allowing everyone in Zhengyang Mountain, from the old patriarch to all the youngest disciples, They all understand one thing in their hearts, don't go head-to-head with Luo Luo Shan. Seeking revenge is just a fantasy. The older ones can't beat him. Yu Ping, the most outstanding of the younger generation, lost in an extremely embarrassing manner. Wu Tijing has already left. People's hearts We are now scattered. We can’t win through stratagems. It’s a huge disparity. Let alone head-on confrontation and arm-wrestling. In this case, Jiang Sheng, let me ask you, if you are the direct descendant of Zhengyang Mountain and you still need to continue practicing in the mountain, what can you do? ?”

Jiang Sheng asked tentatively: "Internal strife?"

Jiang Shan nodded, but then shook his head, "Yes and no."

Jiang Sheng said angrily: "You're still here?!"

Jiang Shan, who rarely drank, took out a pot of wine, took a sip, leaned against the pavilion pillar, and looked towards the first line of peaks in the distance, "To outsiders, it looks like internal strife. But to the people in Zhengyang Mountain, it takes it for granted." Everyone has their own fights, the outer sects compete for the status of their relatives, the direct descendants compete for the ranking of seats on each peak, and they compete for the heavenly materials and earthly treasures required for sword refining. Fame and wealth are not divided into families. Walking on the path of cultivation is not easy, and climbing is even harder. There are challenges everywhere. Fight for it.”

"The fight will only be fiercer than before, because I suddenly discovered that Zhengyang Mountain, which I thought was invincible in the continent, is not an existence that is expected to replace Shen Gaozong at all. Even if the Yixianfeng Ancestral Hall is rebuilt, it seems to be in danger every day. I’m worried that one day I will say no and it will be gone.”

Jiang Shan held the wine pot, raised his arm, and drew a big circle. "In the past, Zhengyang Mountain could continue to expand, so that many hidden dangers hidden in the depths could be temporarily ignored, or even ignored forever."

Then Jiang Shan drew a small circle the size of a palm, "Now it seems to have been reduced to this small area."

Finally, Jiang Shan drew another circle between the big circle and the small circle with the wine pot in his hand, "Although it is actually so big, people's hearts will not be so optimistic. After going to the extreme, from the blind optimism of the past, with eyes higher than the top, It feels like all the mountains and rivers in the continent are the home gates of the Zhengyang Mountain monks, but now I am blindly pessimistic and have no hope at all, so I can only stare at the one-third of an acre of land a few steps away from my toes."

Jiang Sheng frowned, "It's already so complicated just from what you said, so wouldn't it be even more exaggerated to do Luo Luo Shan?"

Jiang Shan smiled and said: "It's not complicated to do it. I'm an outsider, so I can't comment casually, but it's just a mouthful. It's really not complicated, right?"

In short, Chen Pingan's quest for swordsmanship has not ended here, but has just begun.

In the first sword question that followed, Jiang Shan guessed that the place where the sword of the green-robed swordsman from Luo Po Mountain fell was the candidate for the next sect master of Zhengyang Mountain.

Jiang Sheng complained endlessly, "Just listening to it will bore me to death."

"Stand down from a high position, outline and lead, solve problems easily, and everything will fall into place."

Jiang Shan pointed to a meandering stream of water called Rouge Creek on the ground outside the cliff, and said with a smile: "Since Luopo Mountain has helped Zhengyang Mountain carve out a river bed, then from now on, people's hearts will be like running water, and they will naturally flow through it. People walk into it without even realizing it.”

Jiang Shan suddenly stood up, bowed to the other side of the pavilion steps, stood up, and asked with a smile: "Master Chen, I wonder if there is anything wrong with my humble opinion?"

Chen Ping'an, who came back, smiled and said: "They are all right, there is no big flaw. But it is far from as mysterious and lofty as Jiang Junzi said. In my opinion, the foundation of the world's knowledge is just the word 'patience'."

Jiang Shan thought for a moment, smiled and nodded, "Master Chen Shan has a unique opinion. He is indeed more concise and to the point than what I said."

Chen Pingan knew that this person was waiting for him.

Then come and meet the future head of the Yunlin Jiang family.

Jiang Sheng was horrified, turned his head suddenly, and saw an uninvited guest who had left and returned.

Zhengyang Mountain was really unlucky for eight lifetimes, and it had such a troublesome ghost that lingered around.

I saw the man slowly walking up the steps with a smile on his face. The young mountain master of Luolu Mountain, the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, changed his attire, wearing a lotus crown that deviated from the orthodox tradition, and a haori. Wearing a green gauze Taoist robe, walking on cloud shoes, holding a white jade Ganoderma lucidum in his hand, his Tao Qi is misty in the clouds and water. The so-called immortal Taoist bones in the novels about mountains and legends are nothing more than that.

After they sat down in the pavilion, Jiang Shan asked with a smile: "Master Chen, would it be better if Yuan Zhenye was not killed?"

Chen Ping'an said: "It would be better to just talk about the results, but when doing things, just because the final result is right, you can't use unscrupulous means to manipulate people's hearts and play with people's hearts in many links. Even if the results are the same, the process of the two is different. But there are some differences. There is a huge difference in my own heart, what do you think Mr. Jiang?"

Not killing Yuan Zhenye left Zhengyang Mountain with a huge surprise. In fact, Chen Pingan could indeed do this, and he could even do it without anyone noticing. At that time, he sacrificed a cage on the Beijian Peak. Just hit the bird.

Jiang Shan nodded and said solemnly: "That's right."

Chen Ping'an smiled and handed over a pot of Qingshenshan wine brewed by his own wine shop, "It's not a good wine, and the price is not expensive. It's just that I don't have much stock here, so I drink a pot less."

Jiang Shan thanked him, took the flask, took a sip, then took another sip, and finally said, "It tastes just like that."

Chen Ping'an said seriously: "It must be that Mr. Jiang drank too little."

Jiang Shan changed the subject, "Master Chen Shan, why don't you tell Yuan Zhenye about his past experiences, how he acted cruelly and killed innocent people indiscriminately, and tell them today? In this way, there will be less people who don't know the truth. The mountains are notorious. Even if they just choose the most superficial things, for example, when Yuan Zhenye relocated three broken mountains, he didn't even bother to let the local court notify the people of the ordinary woodcutter who ultimately died in vain."

Chen Pingan shook his head and smiled: "Even those who know the truth will still scold them if they should, let alone those monks on the mountain who don't know the truth. They can't stop them. Luolu Mountain is easy to talk to, reasonable in everything, abide by the rules, and scolds less. Some people will be emboldened. Luoluoshan is not easy to talk to, and they scold us behind our backs a lot, but they dare not provoke us. Since it is difficult to have the best of both worlds, we should be more pragmatic and get some tangible benefits."

Jiang Shan thought for a while and said, "That makes sense."

This Confucian gentleman put down the wine bottle in his hand, sat upright, faced the young mountain master, and said with a smile: "If Zhengyang Mountain is allowed to rise step by step, it will eventually become the number one swordsmanship sect in our Aquarius Continent, at least in my opinion Come on, it will be a big joke.”

Jiang Sheng looked embarrassed. Is she really thin-skinned? Did the eldest brother forget things after drinking? It was our Yunlin Jiang family who helped Zhengyang Mountain pass the establishment of the next sect at the Confucian Temple.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the "bloated" daughter-in-law of the Fu family in Laolongcheng, and felt a little strange. Jiang Shan and Jiang Yun were both smart, but it seemed that this woman was not particularly smart?

In supporting Zhengyang Mountain to establish the next sect, Yunlin Jiang's selfishness is naturally somewhat selfish, but it cannot be said to be too partial, because Zhengyang Mountain does not yet know that the Confucian Temple is about to launch a large-scale attack on the barbaric world. Conditions, Zhengyang Mountain must come up with a considerable number of "extra" sword cultivators to rush to the wild world, plus the quota from the Song family in Dali. In this way, the sword cultivators from the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain, After the two groups of people descended from the mountain, there were actually not many left. Moreover, traveling far away to draw swords this time was no child's play. At those ferries in the wild world, even the Great Li cavalry had to obey orders. If Zhengyang Mountain wanted to make a fortune again Eliminating disasters is difficult.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with Jiang Shan's words and blunt expression of his displeasure with Zhengyang Mountain. This Jiang Sheng has no guilty conscience.

However, if there hadn't been today's sword challenge, with the life-saving abilities of the old swordsmen in Zhengyang Mountain, they could have repeated their old tricks, using the swords and lives of the sword cultivators to move the clouds and fly over the peaks, helping the first line of peaks to gain fame and fortune. .

Jiang Shan knows more about the truth about the Sword Qi Great Wall than Jiang Sheng, who is already married to the old Longcheng.

In that battle under the city, he replaced Ning Yao and killed Li Zhen with his sword.

A siege carefully set up by Jia Shen Zhang. Bamboo basket, Li Zhen, Yu Si, Tan, Liu Bai, these five genius sword cultivators who have no shortage of teachers, opportunities and qualifications are all among the hundreds of sword immortals in Tuoyue Mountain. As a result, Chen Pingan not only successfully escaped from trouble, but also killed Liu Bai.

The minister in the south is the official in the north.

Leading the Yinguan lineage and sitting in the summer palace is equivalent to winning about three more years for Haoran World. He has retained the seeds of Feisheng City's sword cultivation to the greatest extent, making Feisheng City unique in the colorful world. It has opened up territory and expanded its territory, far better than The rest of the forces.

I heard that the current new owner of Tuoyue Mountain, the nominal co-owner of the wild world, Fei Ruan, had also specifically targeted Chen Ping'an on the battlefield.

He has been guarding the city alone for many years, facing off against a dragon king who is the great demon on the throne.

So much so that during the meeting at the Confucian Temple, I heard the head of the family laugh and say after returning to his hometown that at that time, the two worlds were confronting each other, and there were many great demons who started to make fun of Chen Pingan.

It is rumored that Zhou Qinggao, who is in a high position, is a close disciple of Wenhai Zhoumi, but he has always hoped to replay the chess game with Chen Pingan, but unfortunately he can't.

Jiang Shan believed that he was far inferior to his peers.

In addition to the fact that the young Yinguan did not have enough realm back then, he was unable to kill an Ascension Realm head with his own hands on the battlefield and carve words on the city head.

This young man, who was also born in Aquarius, seemed to have accomplished everything else.

But in fact, Jiang Shan knows very well that in the future there will be a small group of people on Aquarius Island. Even if they know these news and inside stories, they will still feel that Chen Ping'an was not a Jade Pu Realm sword cultivator back then, and he is worthy of being a hidden official. ? How much salute does Haoran Sword Cultivator deserve?

Some people think that the strong are right, even those who are trampled by the strong.

Some people think that strong people are wrong, even those who are protected by strong people.

Chen Ping'an looked outside with his hands in his sleeves, as if after the storm, the green mountains were still there and Yunshui was unharmed. He was silent for a moment, turned around and said with a smile: "Jiang Shan, you Yunlin Jiang family, or you yourself, are you interested in being Zhengyang?" The Supreme Sect Master behind the mountain?"

Jiang Shan felt a little regretful, shook his head and said: "After all, it is not the behavior of a gentleman."

Chen Pingan stood up, smiled and nodded: "Fortunately, I am not even a wise man in the academy."

Jiang Shan stood up and asked: "Master Chen, is he going to do it himself? Will the Confucian Temple have any objections?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "How is it possible? I am a serious scholar and I cannot do such a thing."

Jiang Shan asked tentatively: "The candidate for the next sect master of Zhengyang Mountain is Yuan Bai, whose name has not been officially written off in the Shanshui genealogy?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I originally recommended someone with the Bamboo Emperor Sect, the second-in-command of the Zhenjing Sect to serve Liu Zhimao. It will certainly be difficult to change the sect and serve as the leader of the next sect. We might have to break up with the Bamboo Emperor and have a big fight. Obviously Jiang Junzi’s proposal is better.”

Jiang Shan looked stunned, shook his head helplessly and said: "Master Chen, this is not kind."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said, "Jiang Shan, I'm sure you will be my friend! You must be a critical friend."

Jiang Sheng couldn't speak anyway, so she just sat aside and listened to the conversation between the two. At this moment, she, who had just lost her hand before, took the flying sword and sent a message. "Brother, you are more powerful. I should have known who this guy is." Yes, we were still drinking and chatting again. Are you okay now? Still "yes and no"?

Jiang Shan looked around, a little surprised, because the expected Bamboo Emperor did not appear near the pavilion. It seems that this young hidden official is quite kind.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Jiang Junzi would be unkind to think so."

Jiang Shan clasped his fists and said goodbye without saying another word. He just didn't forget to take away the bottle of wine. After walking far away from Guyunting, Jiang Shan looked back and saw that there was no one in the pavilion. This was very kind, as if the other party had appeared. Just a few casual digressions with myself.

Outside Qingwu Peak, next to the Egret Crossing, in Guoyun Tower, Ni Yuerong, who had just returned to the inn in despair, was speechless again before she could fully recover. She stared blankly at the "young Taoist" with the lotus crown on his head, come again? !

Chen Ping'an asked for the A-shaped room again, and then quietly waited for the Bamboo Emperor's meeting to end before hearing the news.

Lying on the wicker chair with my eyes closed and meditating, basking in the sun, I opened my eyes and turned my head to look around, as if I saw a fool who actually built a snowman in the summer.