Sword of Coming

The sword light from the sky came down to the world in a straight line.

As a result, the old coachman was like a wooden man standing motionless. He was so proud that he stayed on the spot and endured the sword light. He just raised his hands high to forcefully catch the sword.

Anyway, in the eyes of the old Yuanying Liu Gao who was responsible for guarding the alley roads, he saw such heroic spirit, and he was immediately impressed. He never thought that there was such a heroic man hiding in the capital of Li, and he had the opportunity to have a drink with him.

The next moment, the old coachman was struck through the ground by a sword, and was trapped ten miles underground in the Great Li Capital City. Above the street, a deep pit the size of a wellhead appeared. Because the sword light was too sharp, there was no trace of the surrounding ground. crack.

But in Chen Ping'an's eyes, it's not that simple. In fact, when the whirlpool appeared in the sky, the old coachman began to use some kind of magical power, making the human body look like a city of colored glaze, like a dojo made up of thousands of colored glazes. This old man who, like Fengshen Auntie, chose to live in seclusion from the court, was absolutely unwilling to bear the sword light.

At the same time, the old coachman glanced sideways in the direction of the central capital. It was obvious that he was waiting for the sword light over there to appear, and he was going to fight sword against sword. But for some reason, Da Li imitated Bai Yujing and seemed to turn a blind eye to this. It was clearly an Ascension Realm Sword Immortal who was drawing a sword, so he didn't care? !

So the moment the sword light fell from the whirlpool, the old coachman shrank into the mountains and rivers without hesitation, stepped out of the capital in one step, and appeared in the capital a hundred miles away, and then his body shape shattered like glass and turned into ashes. Hundreds of colorful flowing fireflies suddenly dispersed and fled in all directions. As a result, hundreds of murderous sword lights appeared in the whirlpool of the sky, pointing accurately at the escape direction of the old coachman Liuying's figure, forcing him to The old coachman had no choice but to collect the colored glaze light, return the pure divinity to his body, bite the bullet and retreat to the mountains and rivers again, back to the original place in the streets of the capital, because only the first sword light showed the least murderous intention and the shallowest murderous intent. light.

It seems that Ning Yao is telling the old coachman the simplest truth: if you don't run away, you are holding the sword, and if you run away, you are asking for the sword.

These are all things that happened in an instant. In this capital, except for Chen Ping'an and Aunt Feng who looked up at the fire temple to watch the excitement, few people could notice the "turns and turns" of the old coachman.

Under the earth, the old coachman stood suspended in the air, clad in golden armor, with golden dragons entwining his hands and feet. A whirlpool of golden blood flowed and gathered under the old man's feet. The ancient god's body was actually consumed by a sword.

The old man seemed to be standing at the bottom of a well at this moment. The entire well was a veritable sword well, with countless subtle sword energy criss-crossing it. The pure sword energy almost turned into substance, making the mouth of the well as thick as mercury flowing out, and there was also an endless flow of energy in it. The way of swordsmanship makes the round wall of the well even have traces of "Taoism". If it is placed on the mountain, it is a well-deserved fairy tale. It can even be regarded as a masterpiece that can allow future generations of swordsmen to study with concentration for hundreds of years. Sword Sutra!

A young woman with a sword case on her back stood in a long river of time with water as slender as a stream. Since she was outside the Five Elements, the soil and mountain roots under the Great Li Capital City naturally did not restrict her figure. The sword was hovering, Ning Yao. With just a slight thought, all the traces of swordsmanship in a well collapsed, and then he asked: "Lianlian?"

Chen Ping'an's fight with Cao Ci in the Confucian Temple Gongdelin was not suitable for the near future. It was a medicine jar. Zhengyangshan's fight with swords was an old score accumulated for many years. It was not easy for Ning Yao to stop him, but in this great capital city of Li, Chen Ping An just came to the Empress Dowager Da Li to ask for an explanation, so no matter who it was, Aunt Feng or the coachman, if they wanted to take action against Chen Ping An, they had to ask her first to confirm whether she nodded or not.

The old coachman said solemnly: "Have you ever killed anyone in a high position in the colorful world?!"

Ning Yao asked back: "So what if it is, so what if it's not?"

Two sentences said by the old coachman and Chen Pingan.

Ning Yao happened to return it to the old coachman.

The old coachman was silent for a moment, "I'm shaking hands with Chen Pingan, what does it have to do with you, a foreigner?"

In fact, what the old coachman meant was that in this great city of Lijing, whether Chen Ping'an and I were settling old scores or practicing, at least tonight, no one would die. You, Ning Yao, are a foreigner, so why are you trying to get involved? What's more, you are already the number one person in the colorful world. Every time you draw a sword in the vast world, you should carefully weigh the weight of the rules of heaven and the conflict between the two worlds in the mysterious "will of heaven". The sequelae!

It turned out that it was okay not to say this. Ning Yao's sword intention was relatively stable and his murderous intent was not heavy. As soon as the old coachman said it, he realized something was wrong. It seemed that Ning Yao had listened to the words and accepted the literal meaning, but not the underlying meaning of the old coachman's words.

Ning Yao narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Senior said something fair."

I have nothing to do with that guy.

After all these years, there is still nothing.

If there are many reasons for being in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, such as the boss Jianxian saying nothing, etc., when he returned to his hometown safely and came to Haoran with his sword, that guy was still pretending to be stupid and crazy. I put it off again and again, I liked him so I didn’t say anything. What's more, what should a woman say about certain things? How should she open her mouth?

But who are you to remind me, Ning Yao, of this?

next moment.

The figure of the old coachman was knocked out of the ground with a sword. Ning Yao struck him out of the Aquarius Continent with another sword and fell into the sea. The old coachman tilted and crashed into the sea, and a huge waterless land appeared. , like a big bowl, stirring up waves in all directions, completely disrupting water transport within a thousand miles.

The old coachman knelt on one knee and vomited blood, which was all golden blood. However, the old man was horrified to find that the place where he fell was actually a hidden ruins, where is the Haiyan Mausoleum? And could this place actually lead to that new world? !

The high-ranking god that Ning Yao killed in the colorful world was one of the twelve high-ranking gods under the Armored One, the One-Eyed One?

Otherwise, how could she see through the ancient ruins and barbaric plans that had not been found in the Chinese Confucian Temple at a glance?

Ning Yao's face was expressionless, "Get out of the way, don't get in the way of drawing the sword."

As if the old coachman had been granted amnesty, he immediately fled far away, making up his mind to avoid the sharp edge and not go to Dali.

Ning Yao shifted his gaze slightly, squinted and said: "I want you to go back to the Great Li Capital City and reminisce with someone. It's settled. We'll go our separate ways. If the negotiation doesn't work out, just run away. Cave Heaven Blessed Land, Shattered Secret Realm, whatever you want. If I hide and can’t find you, I lose.”

Ning Yao Yujian hovered above the sea and said only two words, "Come here."

In the colorful world, countless sword energy condensed, surged wildly, and finally gathered into a sword light. Between the two worlds, like the eyes of the sky opening, there was a sky curtain like a gate opening, making way for the sword light.

I have a sword to travel far away, and I want to be a guest of Haoran.

This is truly the best in the world.

That sword light enveloped the infinite avenue and came to the sea here in the vast world.

From the mausoleum in the sea, a huge form of an ascended-level ghost appeared, roaring. It trampled the bottom of the sea with one foot, and grabbed the female figure as small as a mustard seed with one hand.

The appearance of that sword light made the entire Haoran world as bright as day, but the sword light was so bright that it disappeared in an instant, and the world returned to night.

In fact, many things that happened when flying to Haoran with a sword were caused by Ning Yao's woman's thoughts.

For example, he always deliberately downplays the fact that he is an Ascension Realm sword cultivator. On his side, Ning Yao never talks much about the inside story of Colorful World. Is he the number one person in the new world? Who?

Another example is that at Zhengyang Mountain, she also participated in the ceremony. In fact, with a single sword strike, let alone Yuan Zhenye or the sect leader Bamboo Emperor, the entire thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in Zhengyang Mountain would be gone.

As long as she went out and walked together, Ning Yao would never compete with him for the limelight. For example, when he took her from door to door this time, she would always say "Sword Cultivating Ning Yao" or "Flying to the City Ning Yao", or else she would just Say the name.

After all, Chen Ping'an became a sword cultivator, and it was not easy due to many ups and downs.

And she thought that Yao's sword practice would be too easy in this life.

When she thought of this, she felt that she was not so troubled, and began to return to Aquarius Continent with her sword, but not at a fast pace, lest someone get distracted.

As for the Ascension Realm ghost that had no idea what it was planning, it had been severely injured by her sword and left traces, and was later handed over to the Confucian Temple for disposal.

On the streets of Beijing, young Zhao Duanming discovered that the blue-shirted swordsman named Chen Dangshan Master was always looking at his nose and heart, and behaved like a coward who encountered a ghost at night.

As for today's series of strange things, the neighbor's Dong Lao Shilang came here to look for someone. The old coachman refused to deal with the man when they met. As a result, as soon as the old coachman said that he wanted to practice, he was inexplicably practiced by someone else.

Zhao Duanming didn't bother to think about the reason. He just felt that the thrilling swordsmanship was not a great swordsman in the immortal realm. He couldn't make such a big move even if he was beaten to death, right?

Chen Ping'an, who had been paying attention to the imitation Bai Yujing, breathed a sigh of relief and was quite surprised. He didn't understand why there was no sword to stop him, but since it was a good thing, he didn't need to think too much about the reason for the time being. He turned around and asked with a smile: "Your name is Zhao Duanming? Are you a descendant of the Zhao family in Tianshui County?"

A young man who is so familiar with Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites is most likely from Yichi Lane and Chier Street. Furthermore, the Tianshui Zhao family of Shangzhu Kingdom has a deep connection with the Dali Border Army. It makes sense that a disciple of the family practices here so close to Renyun Yiyun Tower.

Zhao Duanming asked doubtfully: "Senior, who are you?"

Chen Pingan thought that the young man had guessed his identity. After all, Dong Hu had previously called himself "Master Chen".

Just thinking about being blocked before, it seems that we cannot overestimate the human sophistication of the master and apprentice gatekeepers?

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to introduce himself: "I'm from Luolu Mountain, and my surname is Chen."

Zhao Duanming was stunned on the spot and murmured: "Impossible. Cao Jiugui said that Lord Chen from Luoshan Mountain was so handsome that every time he went shopping, the little ladies from his hometown would scream when they met him. I heard that he was so handsome A woman fainted on the spot."

Drunkard Cao, that bastard, spends his time in the wine vat all day long, and as expected, he doesn't say a single word soberly. Why is this Chen Ping'an in front of him so handsome? And "beautiful appearance, pure spirit, forgetting the secular world after seeing it, women in the world will lose their souls when they see it, so Chen Ping'an helped the mountain to be named Luolu Mountain"? !

Your uncle's stubbornness prevented me from recognizing Chen Ping'an's identity at a glance. I will come back to settle the score with you. I insist on drinking until you lose everything.

Chen Pingan kept smiling and said: "If you have the chance, you must help me thank Director Cao for his kind words."

The famous drunkard Cao Gengxin was appointed as the head of the Longzhou Kiln Supervision and Construction Department. Therefore, Cao Gengxin has a good relationship with the surname of Huaihuang County, many Longzhou landscape gods, and various genealogy masters. Cao Gengxin was far more like Wu Yuan, the first county magistrate in the history of Lizhu Dongtian, and he followed the local customs, so he was regarded as a local. This handsome man from the Cao family in the capital seemed to do nothing in those years, except to drink and order wine every day. So the relationship with Luolu Mountain has nothing to do with it.

Just talking about Wei Bo and Zhu Lian, they both had a very good impression of this supervisor. As for the new supervisor who later replaced Cao Gengxin, even though he was also the son of a wealthy family in the capital, Wei Bo's evaluation was that he was too incompetent. As an official and a human being, you are not worthy of buying wine and carrying a wine flask for our Governor Cao.

Chen Ping'an turned to the old servant and reminded him, "Shilang Dong?"

Dong Hu sighed and asked tentatively: "Is Master Chen really determined to do this?"

It's very embarrassing to have the Empress Dowager of Dali come to visit in person. Even if he was just sending a message to Chen Ping'an, Dong Hu felt his hands were hot and his mouth was hot when he said it.

First of all, there is no record of the old coachman in the secret files of the Ministry of Etiquette, so Dong Hu has no idea about his realm or background. He only knows that he is one of the royal offerings of the Song family in Dali. Furthermore, there are some things that can only be achieved by relying on the brute strength of the mountain. It is destined to be impossible to solve completely.

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Shilang Dong will go to the palace later to report, so just tell her that whether she comes or not is her business."

Dong Hu glanced at the carriage and smiled bitterly. The coachman was gone and he couldn't drive either.

The old Yuanying Liu Gao who was guarding the gate smiled and said: "I'm here to help with this little favor. When we go back to the landscape evaluation at the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites, Mr. Dong, remember to add a few good words."

Dong Hu laughed angrily and said, "Don't even think about it. Duan Ming, come and help Grandpa Dong drive!"

Zhao Duanming shook his head and said: "Grandpa Dong, I have to guard the door and I can't get away."

Liu Gao put away the white jade dojo that was placed in the alley, and Dong Hu couldn't help but refuse anything and went to work as a temporary groom. The old servant had no choice but to say goodbye to Chen Ping'an and drive back.

But Dong Hu finally said something outside the officialdom, "Chen Ping'an, let's discuss it carefully. You and I are both Dali people, and we know how hard-won the seemingly peaceful situation in Aquarius Continent is. .”

Chen Pingan nodded with a smile and said he would not see Mr. Dong off. Then he put his hands in his sleeves and leaned his back against the wall, turning his head to look at the sky to the west from time to time.

Still a little worried about Ning Yao.

At the junction of the sea and the land of Aquarius Island, the old man stopped and Aunt Feng appeared with a smile.

The old coachman looked gloomy, hovering in the wind, and after holding it in for a long time, he said: "Today's young people!"

However, the old man still refrained from saying the second half of the sentence. Their tempers are really getting worse each time!

Aunt Feng raised her hand, gently twisted the colorful knot that was refined from the essence of hundreds of flowers in the world, and said with a smile: "Wait a minute, that matter is not over yet. Look at the friendship of fighting side by side in the early years. Come on, I would like to give you a kind advice, don’t even think about hiding in the ancestral home of the Zhongtu military family. Ning Yao has already warned you about Ning Yao’s temperament. If you still don’t listen, then she will definitely come to your door. There will be no consequences. , she is not Chen Pingan, anyway, there is only one ruins left in her hometown."

The old coachman glanced at his former colleague who was gloating over his misfortune, and said gloomily: "You are the safest, no one can offend you."

Aunt Feng had a look of insincere surprise on her face: "Forging a good relationship is not safe, but those of you who fan the flames are safe. Is there such a truth in the world?"

The old coachman glanced at the old Li Zhu Cave and said softly: "Where are the two who spoke later than the two of us hiding now?"

The person who knows the most inside information about big things in the world is probably Zou Zi. As for trivial matters, it should be the Aunt Feng who is the God of Wind in front of her.

Aunt Feng shook her head.

The old coachman looked a little sad and sighed, and said: "In just fifty years, the past is nothing. It was just the blink of an eye between you and me. Unexpectedly, the world has been turned upside down. What did you think we did in the first place? Today I was treated like this by two little guys who are not yet fifty years old."

Aunt Feng couldn't bear to hear the boring words of her peers who were referring to old almanacs. Wouldn't the peaceful life of ten thousand years count as resting on the merit book and enjoying happiness? So she sneered and said, "I won't charge you any money. I'll give you something for free. What Qi Jingchun told me back then was, 'If you get a bargain and still behave, you can think about it in your heart and say less with your mouth.'"

The old coachman sneered: "What can I do if I just chatter a few words?"

Aunt Feng raised her two fingers and rotated them gently, followed by a wisp of breeze. She smiled and said: "Of course I can't do anything. I just walked away. Since I don't want to talk much, I will drink by myself."

From far away, a sword flashed like a rainbow, and a cold voice sounded, "Junior Ning Yao, thank you Aunt Feng."

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Over the capital of Da Li, on the top floor of a building imitating a white jade capital, there was an uninvited guest coming from the Middle Earth Divine Continent. He had started playing rogue before the sword light from the sky was about to fall.

I saw an old scholar holding the borderless man's arm with both hands, "I can't help it, I can't help it. Every time a sword is drawn here, is it really that sword light swishing? No! It's all money."

I have such a good relationship with your Aquarius Island. We only have a few direct disciples in total. Which one of us doesn’t have meritorious service with your Aquarius Island? Take a step back and say, don’t treat money as money. I won’t allow you to abuse the gods like this. money.

The building guard, who was originally indistinct and unable to see his true face, probably looked at this literary saint with admiration, so he made an exception and showed himself. It turned out to be an old master with a high crown, a distinguished figure, and a thin appearance.

The old master smiled and said: "Your Confucian Temple is good at reasoning. Why don't you, the Literary Sage, make up a justifiable reason?"

The old scholar said angrily: "In Shujian Lake, didn't the senior like me and my close disciple fall in love at first sight, and we can be regarded as friends for half a year? Are you willing to throw away this incestuous relationship? I don't think you can."

He calls everyone "senior" when he sees him. Among the direct descendants of the literary sage, it is indeed the disciple who is the most eminent. What does it mean to be a proud disciple? This means that many truths need not be explained by the teacher. Only when you understand their true meaning can you be considered a truly proud disciple.

So how can an old scholar not be partial?

You are still aggrieved by the hammer, learn more from Jun Qian.

The old master said: "I remember it wrong, or the literary saint was confused. That boy did not change the customs of Shujian Lake. It was the Dali Imperial Court and the Zhenjing Sect that really did this."

"In the place of a scholar and senior who is recognized as the best at chatting, wouldn't it be a curse to call him Literary Sage? Just call him Lao Xiucai. Remove the old character and replace it with a smaller character, and it will become more friendly."

The old scholar always hugged the senior's arm, laughed and said: "Besides, it's a shame for senior to say this. Everything is difficult at the beginning. I don't believe that senior doesn't even understand this truth."

The old master didn't want to talk to the old scholar about these things. The old scholar gave a soft drink, his anger dropped from his pubic area, his body leaned back, and he tightly held the senior's arm.

The old master said in a deep voice: "Reason!"

Due to the old scholar's trouble, the sword light that appeared on the sky of Aquarius Continent had already landed in the Great Li Capital.

The old scholar of the Confucian Temple, Lu Chen of Bai Yujing, is a double best in his ability to beg for nothing.

The old scholar stretched his neck and took a look. It was okay for the time being. Everyone was beaten. He immediately let go of his arms, jumped back, shook his sleeves vigorously, and said, "Is Chen Ping'an from Aquarius Island?"

The old master sneered and said: "Ning Yao, who drew the sword, is a foreigner. According to the rules established by Cui Han, a monk from a foreign country who dares to take action without authorization will only have one fate."

Either smash the entire imitation white jade capital and leave on your own, or avoid the sword light and run away. Being able to escape is considered a skill. Anyway, if you approach Aquarius Continent in the future, Da Li will treat you with courtesy every time.

The old scholar said confidently: "Ning Yatou is the Taoist companion of my closed disciple!"

The old master frowned and said, "Not yet."

The old scholar bowed his head and said, "Hey, what a coincidence."

He took something out of his sleeve and it turned out to be a letter of appointment.

Even though it only has less than a hundred words, the old scholar has roped in many sages from the Confucian Temple. They all worked together to carefully consider the words and sentences to come up with such a brilliant letter of appointment.

Absolutely the only one in the world.

The old scholar handed over the betrothal letter and murmured: "These two children have not exchanged posts or given gifts. Chen Qingdu is an old bastard who doesn't keep his word. Yao Chongdao can't hide his face, so he has to wait for the boss Jianxian to give the betrothal gift. Is there any way? Fortunately, I respected the boss Sword Immortal back then. Every time I saw him at the top of the city, he grinned and grinned, which made my face sour. I had to go to Chen Pingan’s wine shop to drink a lot of wine. Only then can I recover. If I had known that Chen Qingdu was so unethical, I would have gone to the Ning Mansion to marry the Yao family."

The old scholar suddenly jumped to his feet loudly and said: "Okay now, your Ascension Realm swordsmanship in Aquarius Island is in charge of both public and private affairs. You have no business to care about it."

Glancing a few times out of the corner of her eye, Ning Yatou held out two more swords. It was very satisfying.

The old master returned the letter of appointment to the old scholar who was begging for nothing.

The old scholar really wanted to put his old face on the ground because of this closed disciple.

Anyway, both parties have left Aquarius Continent, so the old master is fine and relaxed. Ning Yao didn't bother to worry about the three swords he had done before.

The old master asked casually: "Didn't you give me some advice?"

The old scholar said gloomily: "You can talk about whatever you want. It doesn't matter if you use a hammer. If the student's wings are hard, I won't accept Sir's control."

The old master laughed dumbly. Some people defended the man who claimed that he was "incompetent at studying and practicing swordsmanship." They said it was okay for anyone to do this. As a husband, your conscience must have been eaten by a dog.

The old scholar said softly: "No matter how reluctant you are, you can't stop the students and disciples from doing what they should do."

The old master smiled and said, "I finally said something that a scholar should say."

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The young man stood at the corner of the street and took out a handful of salted and dried peanuts. While cracking them, he secretly looked at the legendary Master Chen.

The journey of the young swordsman is like a thread connecting the Lizhu Cave and the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked to the west of Aquarius Continent. The realm was not enough. The battlefield was too far away from the sea and could not be seen.

He started chatting with the young man and said, "According to Old Master Xu's method of deciphering Chinese characters, 'Zhao' means trend, start, and shine. At the same time, it means that the road is beautiful and fascinating, and ultimately has the beauty of the sun and moon shining brightly on the world. Keep your body upright, like a gentleman. Holding jade means you have a bright mind, and planting virtue can win gold. So your name is very good."

The young man's eyes widened, "My last name, plus my first name, put together, how powerful is that?!"

When a swordsman speaks, he must take some responsibility, right? You wouldn't catch a big kid and just do whatever you want, right?

Zhao Duanming rubbed his mouth. Listening to Chen Ping'an's chatter, the young man felt that just by virtue of his name, he was already a confirmed upper-level monk.

Chen Ping'an turned around and asked in confusion: "Your elders and your tutor won't talk to you about this?"

Zhao Duanming was filled with sorrow, "I think Master said in the first school class that I just missed it. As for why I missed it, alas, I can't bear to look back on the past, so I might as well not mention it."

When I was a child, I was often struck by lightning. One time, the child happily skipped to the family school while carrying a book bag. There was a click and he fell to the ground.

The third time was to go shopping and see the lantern market, and the third time was to climb up to enjoy the rain. In the end, no one wanted to stand by his side when it came to those rainy weather days.

However, Zhao Duanming thought that his "bad luck" fate would definitely not be the last time.

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand and spread his palm, and the boy naturally poured some salted and dried peanuts for him.

Zhao Duanming said: "I stopped you from walking into the alley earlier. A swordsman like you doesn't hold grudges, right?"

It seems like a word is missing.

Chen Ping'an lowered his head and cracked the salted and dried peanuts, and said with a smile: "Just based on your words, I don't know how to keep accounts."

Zhao Duanming watched the man skillfully crack open the peanuts and spit out the peanut shells. The young man smiled and said: "Master Chen, I didn't expect you to be so approachable. You don't look like a sword fairy anymore."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's just a Jade Purity realm, so it's not a swordsman. In my wife's hometown, she can only be a swordsman. Calling her a swordsman is a deliberate insult."

Zhao Duanming remembered the inside story that came out of the mouth of the young Yin Guan. It turned out that the Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal of the Great Wall of Sword Qi was not taken seriously at all. He was really domineering!

Back to show off to Drunkard Cao, the young man thought of something again and asked curiously: "Where is my sister-in-law? Why didn't she come here with Brother Chen? Could it be that the one who just drew the sword is my sister-in-law? Her temper is too... nice ! Brother Chen is so lucky. I have to say something from the bottom of my heart. It’s not because I found out about Brother Chen’s identity that I flattered him. Rather, when I first saw him, I felt that you two were a match made in heaven.”

In his words, Chen Ping'an and the Taoist couple were instantly transformed into his eldest brother and sister-in-law that he picked up for free.

Chen Ping'an kept mumbling. This young man is very good at talking, so talk more. As for Zhao Duanming recognizing this relative, it doesn't matter.

However, Chen Ping'an quietly raised his eyes, smiled and shook the peanut in his hand, indicating to the other party that it was enough to see it, and there was no need to worry about the young man here.

Over in Yichi Lane, in the study room of a mansion, a chief priest of the Tianshui Zhao family was using his magical power to view mountains and rivers. He and the old family head of the Tianshui Zhao family, who was sitting next to him, looked at each other from time to time and trembled from time to time, fearing that Zhao Duanming would be rude. The bastard who didn't hold the door said the wrong thing, which angered the down-and-out mountain swordsman who almost turned Zhengyang Mountain upside down.

The worshiper immediately removed his magical power, and the old Tianshui Zhao family head, who had always been tense and straightened, could finally lean back on the chair comfortably, stroke his beard and smile, "I'm just saying, Duan Ming, this kid, I have had intelligence since I was a child, and I can tell that I am from the Zhao family."

The chief priest smiled and said nothing, but pull it down. After your grandson was struck by lightning for the first time when he was young, he was dizzy and talking nonsense all day long. Who is it that worries you every day and mutters over there, my good grandson? Son, he must be an idiot.

The old man suppressed his smile. This calligrapher, who is known as the master of the pavilion style, stretched out a finger and wrote in the air. The words he wrote were Yuan, Cao, Yu... Anyway, they were all surnames from Shangzhu Kingdom.

Chen Pingan was led by the young man into the alley with a bunch of keys in his hand.

There is no Spring Festival couplets posted on the door of the small house.

Chen Pingan opened the door, closed it, and put away the key.

In fact, this visit to the capital of Dali was not just about the grudge between Chen Ping'an and the Queen Mother of Dali, but also a... brand-new question that senior brother Cui Chan left to the student and the Dali court.

As for the questioning situation that senior brother Cui Zhang has set up for others, Chen Ping'an has experienced it personally at Shujian Lake.

Everything is right and everything is wrong, all in the thought of "Song He", the Emperor of Great Li.

Chen Pingan strolled around the house leisurely. He opened the door of the two-story library and stepped inside. He found that besides books, there were bookshelves on the four walls with a ladder placed on them. In addition, it was extremely clean and there were no bookshelves. There is no extra decoration. If you want to go to the second floor, there are not even stairs. It seems that you have to borrow the ladder used to find books.

Chen Ping'an didn't rush to find a book. He just sat on the threshold, took out the sword gourd, and drank alone.

In the great battle involving the world's water transport three thousand years ago, the dragon-slayers, later known as Jia Sheng, Bai Mang, and Chen Zhuoliu, who were all brothers to Chen Lingjun, pursued the last true dragon in the world, who was also known as Chen Zhuoliu. Wang Zhu of Mu Ping Alley, Queen Zhu, the maid next to Song Ji Xin of Mu Ping Alley.

Wang Zhu landed at the southern end of Aquarius Island, passed through Old Dragon City, and then continued to escape north, arching out the underground dragon road that was later used as the Xianjia ferry route, and finally stopped at the boundary of old Longzhou, creating a Lizhu Cave is one of the thirty-six small caves.

Wang Zhu went to Old Man Yang to seek protection from the great road, hoping that the man in charge of the ancient ascension platform would be able to spare her a favor, but Old Man Yang chose to sit back and ignore it.

For some unknown reason, the preaching teacher from Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City did not personally kill the true dragon that had no way of escaping. What he wanted was just the result that there would be no more true dragons in the world.

As for the Qi Practitioners who participated in the final battle of slaying the dragon, many died in battle. There were also a group of Qi Practitioners who practiced on the spot, close to the water towers, contaminated with dragon energy, and absorbed the extremely abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The most important thing is, It was the great spirit that spread after the True Dragon. Many of the high-ranking surnames in the town began to multiply at that time, which led to the generation of the people of the town in Lizhudong.

Afterwards, four saints from the three religions, Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism and Bing, jointly erected the archway which was jokingly called the Crab Fang by the local people.

As for why the man who slayed the dragon vowed to slay the dragon, there seems to be little resistance from Confucianism and the Confucian Temple. In his early years, this man accepted Zheng Juzhong, Han Qiaose, and Liu Chicheng as his disciples. Except for the eldest disciple Zheng Juzhong, the others accepted his direct descendants. No matter what, it’s an old almanac that can’t be turned over. In addition, it seems that before Lu Chen ascended to the Qingming world, he had some unexplained relationship with a dragon girl, so he later started to look at Chen Lingjun with admiration. Even in Luopo Mountain, Lu Chen even asked Chen Lingjun to choose. Don't follow him to practice in Bai Yujing. Even if Chen Lingjun didn't agree, Lu Chen didn't do anything superfluous or sloppy. Just saying this is unreasonable. Lu Chen never treated Chen Pingan so neatly. For example, What about Shirou? Lu Chenyuan was in Bai Yujing, wasn't he just staring at the trivial things in the Dragon Riding Alley outside the door through Shi Rou's eyes?

It wasn't until Cui Dongshan interrupted this disconnected relationship that the Bai Yu Jingsan leader gave up.

In fact, the monks of the dragon-raising lineage also suffered heavy casualties in order to stop the dragon-slaying man. Therefore, Chen Ping'an guessed that it was very possible that there was a certain ancestor of dragon farmers hidden in the Lizhu Cave. The plaque hanging on the "Fengshengshuiqi" newly built covered bridge may be the suggestion of this person hiding behind the scenes.

Chen Ping'an was thoughtful, sitting on the threshold drinking wine, with his back to the library and looking towards the small courtyard.

Things in the world are like flying dust, surveying people's hearts in various realms. The sun and moon are like pills, breaking all the shackles in the clouds and shadows.

Taking a sip of wine,

The fragments of the natal porcelain were left behind and were never put together completely. To be precise, Chen Pingan endured it again and again and never picked up the thread in a hurry.

There is no problem for Chen Ping'an to become an immortal or even ascend to the realm.

Perhaps the only problem is that the hidden danger is on the great road pass that is the bottleneck of the Ascension Realm. Whether it can be broken or opened depends on the flawless nature of the porcelain in the past.

Of course, the premise is that if Chen Ping'an can get to that point, he must first become a swordsman who is at the bottleneck of the Ascension Realm.

Chen Ping'an is very confident that he will reach the immortal realm in the future, but it is difficult to reach the Ascension City. It is certainly difficult for a swordsman to reach the Ascension City. It is not difficult, which is a strange thing.

Ha, except my wife.

Chen Pingan smiled proudly.

Then I felt a little more relaxed. The innkeeper, who was not a practitioner, said that he had a large standing vase with human figures from a dragon kiln in Lizhu Cave.

The hometown is called Aquarius Island.

The inn and Renyun Yiyun Tower are close at hand. The innkeeper most likely met his senior brother Cui Chan frequently in his early years.

Could it be that the vase was one of the several pieces of broken porcelain?

No matter what the truth about the vase is, does the Empress Dowager Dali, who is so confident, already know the problem of Chen Ping'an's Fourteenth Realm Hedao? Doomed to be unable to get around every piece of broken porcelain scattered in all directions? So she wanted to wait for the price, thinking that she was just a mountain lord in the Jade Pu Realm, who was in ruins. Even with the two titles of Yin Guan and Junior Junior Disciple of the Imperial Academy, he was still not qualified to sit down and negotiate the price with her?

Chen Ping'an put away the flask and curled his lips. This woman is very good at planning and her thoughts are beautiful.

Stand up, interlock your hands and fingers, stretch your muscles, and walk back and forth in the corridor outside the door.

The tenth realm of martial arts, the first level of Qi, is the key to victory or defeat between Chen Ping'an and Cao Ciwenquan. If you lose, you will never hope to beat Cao Ci in this life. If you win, you will have a slight chance.

Chen Ping'an, who has an excellent memory, sees all the people and things he sees once, and it's like having an extra line of drawings.

So every time Chen Ping'an listened to one more sentence and looked at the world a few more times, it was like adding a touch of color to his painting.

A pure martial artist with a breath of true energy.

The world is magnificent, swallowing up mountains and rivers.

In fact, before reaching the end, Chen Ping'an was not aware of this matter. Probably as Cui Dongshan said, it is unintentional and the most intentional.

Since Chen Ping'an learned boxing, Mr. Qi, A Liang, Cui Dongshan, Cui Cheng, Gu You, Li Er, the boss Jianxian, Aunt Bai... all of them seemed to be deliberately concealing it, and no one said anything about it.

For example, in the capital of Dali tonight, on the other side of the Changpu River, the grievances of the young officials, the words of the old master beside him that he was not ashamed, the relief of the two fairies, and the pride of being the gods of Dali in the eyes of the water god of the Changpu River... They were like This created a picture in Chen Pingan's heart. All the people and things that moved Chen Pingan's heart, all the joys and sorrows, it was as if Chen Pingan had seen it and thought about it, and he would start to paint the picture scroll. dye.

It was as if the entire world was a dojo where Chen Pingan was alone.

Why did Cao Ci go to the Jianqi Great Wall when he was young, build a hut, and practice boxing there?

Later, he even liked to travel to several continents alone, which is why he met Yu Xuanfu at the Jinjiazhou ancient battlefield site.

In fact, Cao Ci has also been laying the groundwork for the "magnificent mountains and rivers" that are full of energy.

Maybe Cao Ci was not too nosy because what he saw was more about mountains and rivers than about people and their hearts.

This makes the degree of "color painting" of Cao Ci's mood scroll still not enough, especially not heavy enough.

Of course, it doesn't mean that I have seen a few mountains and rivers, or that I have a strong sense of the mountains and rivers. Otherwise, it would be too simple. A martial artist in the Nine Realms only needs to travel far away in the wind and open his eyes to see the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou, because he has to It is every heartfelt approval and denial that enables us to draw and add color to the white painting.

Chen Pingan put away his thoughts, turned around and walked into the library, set up a ladder, and climbed up to the second floor step by step. Chen Pingan stopped and stood on the ladder, with his shoulders almost level with the floor of the second floor.

No one, nothing.

Just like the former owner of a library, he studied alone in this world, and when he left, he just returned all the books to the world.

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Inside the imitation white jade palace, the old scholar suddenly asked: "Senior, are we chatting?"

The old master raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

You know what little calculation this literary sage has.

Once the two sides started asking questions formally, they had no time to pay attention to what was going on in the capital city of Li. Even if Ning Yao returns to Da Li and cuts a capital city to pieces, Bai Yujing will not be able to take care of it.

The old scholar said timidly: "Senior, you are a well-deserved saint of heaven and earth. The Confucian Temple is willing to give you the title. Senior, I just don't want it. But I am the sage of the academy. I am just like a three-level martial artist in the world, a master of martial arts, so you You have to give me a few moves, and I’ll lose half of them first, okay?”

The old master smiled and said, "Then let's give it up."

both sides asked.

Of course it's not a fight of temper.

In fact, he had long wanted to have a question with this literary sage.

The poor old scholar in front of him is, after all, recognized as the most quarrelsome person in the world.

The old scholar's eyes sparkled.

It seems to be saying that all those who dare to overturn the sky have already stood up. Of all the direct descendants of our literary saint lineage, which one is lazy?

So if you lose today, just talk about this place, and don't care what Chen Pingan does or says in the future.

The old master thought about it and still hesitated.

Asking a question is no small matter.

It will lead to great changes in the weather of heaven and earth.

The old scholar gently shook his sleeves and said with a smile: "Since Master is the best at chatting, then the scholar will come and talk about the earth and the world together."

The words of the sage carry the constitution of heaven in their mouths.

A vast world, turbulent and turbulent, especially here in Aquarius Continent, in the eyes of the watchers of the imperial prisons of various countries, countless golden lights are falling on the world.

Over at the Merit Forest in the Confucian Temple, Li Sheng and Jing Sheng Xiping were sitting opposite each other. They were playing chess. Li Sheng glanced at Aquarius Continent and said helplessly: "Don't stop wherever you go."

As for the mausoleum in the sea that Wen Hai carefully set up and the Ascension Realm ghost, the Confucian Temple already had a countermeasure after Ning Yao took out the sword.

Jingsheng Xiping smiled and said: "Now that I have no worries and worries, the literary sage is finally going to talk about Tao."

The old scholar who had the statue of God moved out of the Confucian Temple, especially after his disciples dispersed, actually never took up the identity of a literary sage. Even if he joined the Three Continents, he was just a scholar and had nothing to do with any literary sage.

But tonight in Aquarius Island, inside the White Jade Capital, the old scholar took the lead to sit on the floor, straightened his clothes, stretched out a palm, looked seriously, and said in a calm tone: "Please take a seat."

Let’s chat, please take a seat.

Of course, you will lose.