Sword of Coming

Ning Yao asked the innkeeper for some snacks and an extra room. The innkeeper glanced at Chen Pingan, who remained silent.

Look at what I do, the conscience of heaven and earth, we have nothing in common. Besides, what can I say? I own the inn?

The closed disciple looked askance at his husband, and the husband looked askance at the street outside the store. It was dark, and he was traveling in a foreign land, feeling a little lonely.

Sitting down on the other side of the room, Chen Pingan poured a bowl of wine for his husband. Then he looked at Ning Yao. She shook her head, and Chen Pingan only poured a bowl for himself.

In the most difficult part of his life, Shujian Lake boy Zeng Ye, the female ghost Su Xinzhai and several others accompanied Chen Ping'an through the mountains and rivers.

The old scholar probably felt that the atmosphere was a bit silent, so he picked up the wine bowl, bumped it lightly with Chen Ping'an, and then spoke first, as if he was a gentleman testing the scholarship of his school disciples: "There is a sentence in "Uncovering". Ping'an?"

As soon as Chen Pingan took a sip of wine, his husband mentioned "Uncovering the Concealment". The answer was actually easy to guess. He quickly put down the wine bowl and said, "Sir, he once said that wine can mess with one's mind."

The old scholar smiled and asked: "Then you don't know why Mr. Sir exhorted the world like this back then?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I guess my husband was poor back then and couldn't afford to drink, so he was jealous of those who paid for wine without blinking an eye?"

The old scholar clapped his hands on the table and laughed loudly: "What is a proud student? This is it!"

It's not like the left and right. Back then, when you were stupid and liked to talk about this to yourself, why didn't you allow your husband to slap you in the face? The teacher has written so many sage principles in the book that several large baskets cannot fit them in. How can he do them all?

The person who is most considerate to the smallest cotton-padded jacket is indeed a closed disciple.

The old scholar drank a bowl of wine. As soon as the bowl was put down, Chen Ping'an had already refilled it. The old scholar stroked his beard and sighed: "I was so greedy at that time. The most uncomfortable thing was to stay up late at night to read a book and hear some drunkards in the alley. They are vomiting, sir, I wish I could sew their mouths shut and waste their money on drinks! I made a big ambition back then, sir, is it safe?"

Chen Ping'an said: "If you become a high-ranking official or a Confucian saint in the coming year, you must make a rule that you are not allowed to vomit after drinking."

The old scholar nodded, "Yes, yes."

Ning Yao changed his mind and poured himself a bowl of wine.

Chen Pingan briefly talked about Shujian Lake and Su Xinzhai. During this period, he also talked about the old country woman who lived the hard life calmly.

The old scholar crushed a salted and dried peanut shell between his fingers, put it into his mouth, nodded and said: "The only knowledge of the heroes in the world is the word calmness. The villain turns the world upside down and corrects it with his backhand, which is calmness. If I am powerless, I will Nothing can be done, but if you can take care of yourself, you can still be calm.”

In fact, the three people present here know very well that the inn, the girl, and the large vase are all Cui Chan's arrangements.

A lake of slips has made Chen Pingan beat the wall for many years, and he was so thin that he was skinny and bones. But as long as he got through it, it seemed that besides the discomfort, there was only discomfort.

Cui Chan never gave anything more, especially not the slightest benefit to Chen Ping'an. Whether it was the last landscape painting of Tongyezhou or the girl in the inn tonight, Cui Chan seemed to only give his junior brother Chen Ping'an's heart. , a light is placed in the distance. If you don’t go there yourself, or choose to avoid and take a detour, you will miss it for the rest of your life. Cui Chan's actions seemed to be telling Chen Ping'an a very cruel truth. Despair is what you ask for, so hope is what you ask for.

Ning Yao asked: "Since I am lucky enough to meet her again in this life, what are your plans next?"

In Ning Yao's view, in Su Xinzhai's life, the girl barely had any qualifications for cultivation, so she could naturally be taken to Luolu Mountain to practice. Don't forget that what Chen Ping'an is best at is actually not settling accounts, or even practicing, but serving others. Protect the road.

But Ning Yao didn't think it was necessarily the best choice for the girl to go up the mountain to practice immediately.

Chen Pingan said: "I have to talk to her a little more first."

In fact, Chen Ping'an had been thinking about this matter on the way here, carefully and carefully.

Generally speaking, only through spiritual practice can the inn girl, who still doesn't know her name in this life, have the opportunity to enlighten herself, re-remember her past life, renew her destiny in this life, and fulfill her long-cherished wish.

Just like many ordinary people, on the road of life, you can always see some "familiar" people, but most of them don't think much about them, they just glance at them and pass by them.

But when he remembers the events of his previous life, it must be what Su Xinzhai in his previous life wanted at the end, and what the girl in this life wants right now?

The old scholar smiled and said: "Just do whatever is good to the little girl. As for how to be really good, there is no need to worry. Many times we have to admit that not everything can be planned for a rainy day. It really can only happen. Only by solving it can we solve it. Ping An, please don't forget one thing in particular. To the girl, she is just her, but in your eyes, she is the Su Xinzhai of Shujian Lake and Huangli Mountain."

If you don't go up to the mountains, for example, in this great Li capital city, you can live a stable life in the streets at the foot of the mountains. Even if the years are shorter, it is not a good thing to marry as a woman, take care of your husband and raise your children, and provide you with food, rice, oil and salt. If the little girl wants to go up the mountain one day, it won't be too late to come back and practice. Luo Luo Shan still has some wealth, there is no shortage of preachers, and there is no shortage of fairy money.

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "You must understand this truth first before you can do the following things well."

From beginning to end, Chen Ping'an seemed very calm, but in just a few words, he had already taken several sips of wine.

Drinking in a hurry is a big taboo at the wine table. No matter how good you drink, you will easily overturn the boat in the wine tank. Then you will most likely run under the wine table and claim to be invincible and not drunk.

Chen Pingan said: "Why did you suddenly go to imitate Bai Yujing and discuss Taoism with others?"

The old scholar crossed his legs, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "I have cultivated myself in the Gongde Forest for many years, and I have a lot of complaints. As for my knowledge, I have made some progress after studying there for many years. If I really want to say the reason, it is My mouth is itchy, just like craving for wine when I have no money in my pocket."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Although I regret that I didn't witness this discussion with my own eyes, I know that my opponent's knowledge is as high as the sky just by looking at the vision of heaven and earth that swept over half of the vastness. Sir, are you allowed to leave?"

The old scholar put one leg on the bench, picked up the wine bowl, bumped it lightly, nodded vigorously and said: "Old Master's knowledge is indeed very high, and he is the most righteous saint in the world. He is very powerful. "

The old scholar and Chen Ping'an each finished a bowl of wine. Chen Ping'an smiled and turned the bowl over to show that he had no wine left. The old scholar glanced at his own bowl, took another sip angrily, and then turned it over. If you say the wine bowl is full, keep filling it. The old scholar thought to himself that if you drink like this, you won't get really drunk in the end. Tomorrow I won't get up until three o'clock in the morning, and I will complain to the husband again. Jun Qian is not around anymore. The husband is here.

Chen Ping'an poured another drink, simply took off his boots, sat cross-legged, and said with emotion: "Sir, you are fighting alone, and the time and place are right."

The old scholar lamented, "It's hard to suffer a loss."

Ning Yao found that among these two masters and disciples, neither one said winning or losing, and the other did not ask about the result. They were just praising the old master.

The more knowledgeable the old master is, the more knowledgeable the teacher will be, so he will naturally win.

The old scholar turned around and said with a smile: "Girl Ning, this trip with a sword is known all over the world. From now on, I will say hello to A Liang and Zuo Zuo. Whoever has the best swordsmanship and swordsmanship will quickly give up their respective titles."

Ning Yao said: "You won't come to Haoran often in the future, so don't worry about the Confucian Temple."

If it weren't for Mr. Wen Sheng, she wouldn't have bothered to explain anything like this.

The old scholar smiled and shook his head, "Why are you worried about this? The Confucian Temple still has some tolerance. Now that the Lisheng is in charge, the atmosphere is very different from the past. I would only be worried if you don't come here often, Ning Yatou." What I am really worried about is your lack of freedom from now on."

Look at the founders of the three religions, who would visit other families?

As the number one person in the colorful world, Ning Yao's future situation will certainly be much better than that of Chen Qing who has been guarding the city for ten thousand years, but after all, he has the same pain...

Ning Yao said: "One world, where you can come and go freely, is enough."

The old scholar sighed and shook his head, "It's too early to say that."

Ning Yao was a little helpless, but she just listened to what Master Literary Saint said.

She remembered something and told Chen Pingan. The old coachman had previously promised her that Chen Pingan could ask him three questions without breaking his oath.

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.

The old scholar seemed to be inspired by this. He drank wine and said with a smile: "There are some bastards who have become famous. You can't teach them. They won't change. You really can only wait for them one by one." It sucks, it sucks.”

As for who the old scholar is scolding, it may be some old oil man who does nothing in the officialdom but is the best at stumbling. Maybe some old swordsmen in Zhengyang Mountain, maybe some people in the world. The old scholar has not named the old guy whose life-saving skills are higher than his realm. Who knows.

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I'll remember it."

The three of them noticed a strange energy almost at the same time.

It's not in the capital of Great Li, but far away in the capital. It's a Yin-Ming road that Yang people avoid.

Lao Xiucai relies on the saint's connection with heaven and earth, Ning Yao relies on the Ascension Realm cultivation, and Chen Ping'an relies on the ripples of the Tao Heart that overcomes the Great Dao.

Chen Pingan stood up and said, "I'll go outside and take a look."

Ning Yao was about to leave the inn with Chen Pingan.

The old scholar smiled and said: "Girl Ning, you don't have to follow. The Great Li court has already done a good job in clearing the way. You are too strong with swordsmanship, so you can't help. It's okay, you just have some things to pay attention to in the colorful world. Anyway, I figured it out on my own, and it’s not a pretense of public benefit, so let’s talk to you.”

Pure swordsmanship, outside the battlefield, the killing power is endless, the killing ability is the first, but the living person may not be.

Ning Yao sat down again. Chen Pingan shrunk into the mountains and rivers. His figure in a blue shirt dispersed and gathered together. He walked to the top of the capital wall and looked up. He saw hundreds of miles away, the yin energy rising into the sky, gathering into a winding road. Long winding river.

On that specially selected landscape road that is inaccessible to the wilderness, the Yin Qi is too strong, because there are only a few living people, and the Yang Qi is thin. Ordinary Qi practitioners, even those like Earth Immortals, who are good at getting close, may have to wear down their Daoxing. If you look closely with the Qi-gazing technique, you can find that the trees on the road, even if they have not been trampled at all, have actually not had any contact with the undead, but their green color has already revealed some unusual death aura, such as The man's face was ashen.

A group of Da Li Qi Practitioners at the top of the city outside the capital were responsible for guarding this section of the city. One of the old priests and the swordsman in blue clothes suddenly appeared and asked, "Who is coming?"

Chen Ping'an took out the Ministry of Justice's "Nothing" card from his sleeve and hung it on his waist. Since it was his own family, after the old priest verified the authenticity of the "Nothing" card, he just clasped his fists and stopped interfering.

Chen Pingan was silent for a moment and asked: "Old sir, the number of people seems to be particularly large this time? It seems that there are about 30,000?"

The old worshiper nodded, "Because it's the second to last batch, the quantity will be larger."

In fact, the old worshiper was not willing to talk much at first. It was only the uninvited guest who said the word "number of people" instead of words like ghosts and ghosts that made the old man willing to strike up a conversation.

In the northern border of Dali, in the Longxing land of the Song family, there is a water and land ceremony hosted by the abbot of the Beijing Bible Translation Bureau, and a Zhoutian Dajiao held by the Chongxu Bureau to extradite the ghosts from the battlefield sites back to the north. Hometown has been held for many years, day and night, and it still has not ended. It is true that too many people from the Dali frontier army died in foreign lands. In recent years, the Dali court has issued decrees by the emperor, and the Ministry of Rites has taken the lead in specific preparations for this matter. The Ministry of Defense spent money, and the Ministry of War sent people to protect them. Just for the majestic Yin soldiers to cross the border, three expensive roads were opened up.

Every time they are on the road, there are thousands or even more than ten thousand undead wandering souls on the battlefield who stop walking in the daytime to prevent the remaining souls from being exposed by the sun. They inhabit the landscape formations set up by Da Li Qi Practitioners along the way. When traveling far away at night, there are eminent monks chanting sutras and holding tins to lead the way, as well as Taoist monks silently reciting Taoist formulas and ringing bells for guidance. There are even Qin Tianjian Qi warriors and Dali cavalry on both sides of the road to prevent wandering souls from wandering away. , coupled with the cooperation of local landscape gods, city gods and civil and military temples, this matter has never caused any major mistakes and has not disturbed the people in the world.

It is rumored that a minister of the Ministry of War in the capital, who had a background in the border army, once openly threatened the officials of the Ministry of Household Affairs: Don't talk to me about any difficulties. There is no need to discuss this matter. Even if your Ministry of Household Affairs sells iron and demolishes the materials of the government offices in exchange for money, you must ensure that all The souls of the Dali frontier soldiers would not stay at the battlefield site for so long that their souls would be scattered. For this purpose, the Ministry of War specially assigned five or six people to work as temporary "errands" at the Office of the Ministry of Household Affairs every day, specifically supervising and supervising the progress of this matter. Quarrels were common.

In addition to the monks enshrined in Dali, the gentlemen and sages of Confucian academies, and the masters of Buddhism and Taoism who lead the way, there are also the Qintianjian Dishi, the capital Wenwu Temple Yingling, the Capital City God Temple, and the Capital Earth Temple, each performing their own duties and responsible for various tasks. The mountains and rivers ferry to receive the souls of the dead.

Chen Pingan stood on the top of the city and watched the night tour from a distance.

The family and country are safe, but where are the old friends? The mountains and rivers are far away and the clouds are vast.

These mountains and rivers meet each other, but they are already separated by life and death, yin and yang.

Indeed, there are not so many things that feel like old times at first sight, and there are so many laughs to be had.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and saw the group of young monks Song Xu traveling in the distance. They were probably busy rushing to get to the Yinming Road as soon as possible. Everyone was running fast and did not deliberately hide their traces. Sword Master Song Xujiao Stepping on the sword, dragging out a very long golden line, the array master Han Zhoujin seemed to be walking. Every time he took a step, the mountains and rivers for miles passed in an instant, and there were circles of spiritual energy ripples under his feet, like night-blooming epiphyllum flowers. In addition, Daolu Geling, the military monk Yu Yu, the Confucian scholar Lu Hui, and the young novice monk Houjue also used their magical powers and traveled far away in a hurry.

Chen Pingan's body turned into eighteen sword lights, and it was like a flower blooming suddenly on the city head. Ten miles away, Chen Pingan stumbled to the ground, and once again hurried forward using the sword escape method that he was not yet proficient in, and finally ended up hanging high in the sky. He stopped and used several kinds of talismans, including the snow and mud talisman, to help him hide his energy. He squatted on the branches of a tree on the top of a wild mountain, overlooking the road down the mountain.

Lu Hui, Houjue, and Ge Ling, who came from the three orthodox traditions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, were obviously familiar with the matter of leading the way. They had already landed at the front of the Yin Ming road where the Yin soldiers passed through, practicing Qi with Da Li from their respective Taoist lineages. The soldiers took the lead to walk together, and the little military girl from the Yu family of Shangzhu Kingdom was not to be left behind, walking side by side with a group of martial arts heroes from the capital and the capital.

A landscape road to extradite the undead was extremely wide and vaguely divided into four camps. The ones behind Yu Yu and the Wumiao heroes were the largest, accounting for nearly half.

Song Xu and Han Zhoujin found a young man who was holding the battle from behind. This man was riding a horse in the Great Li cavalry army. He was a Nascent Soul realm sword cultivator who was less than a hundred years old.

Seeing the two of them, the cavalry commander just nodded. Han Zhoujin took out two armored horse talismans and rode forward with Song Xu. Han Zhoujin and a woman who had a good relationship asked in his heart: "What's going on?" ?”

Because Han Zhoujin had previously discovered that the eminent monks and Taoist monks who were leading tonight had unfamiliar faces, and looked haggard, as if they were seriously injured, especially the heroes of the martial temple. She could even see them as they moved forward. The wear and tear on the golden body was actually visible to the naked eye, and the stars dissipated in the night.

The fellow female cultivator couldn't hide her tired look and said: "First of all, the number of people being pulled this time is really too much, and also, the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites issued another death order earlier. It was an official document written by Lord Shangshu. The wording was stern, saying that this Yin Ming official Dao, too much spiritual energy was consumed along the way, and the landscape energy has been disturbed by at least 20% more than expected. It is obviously our fault for not doing things well. We are worried that there will be an accident during the last night tour. Lord Shangshu has spoken, what else can we do? , I can only bite the bullet and ignore the loss of Taoism. Otherwise, no one will be able to bear the burden of the next evaluation of the two departments of rites and punishment. "

Song Xu asked: "Huajing, is there anyone causing trouble along the way?"

The Yuanying realm sword cultivator said with an indifferent expression: "Go back and read the spy information yourself."

Song Xu was accustomed to this, and this Yuan Huajing was nicknamed Yelang. He is the leader of five Qi practitioners on another hill.

The two sides have bad tempers and have never dealt with each other very well. Only on the battlefield can we cooperate seamlessly.

Yuan Huajing frowned slightly and found that there were more than a dozen battlefield souls on the road ahead. There were signs of souls dissipating. He said in a deep voice: "Du Jian, are you blind?"

Behind him was a young man with a pale face, chapped lips and bleeding lips. He was dressed as a cavalryman. He was already exhausted. He was sitting on the horse and taking a nap while warming up his spiritual energy. He was really exhausted mentally and physically, but After hearing Yuan Huajing's words, he stood up without hesitation, pointed his toes, swept forward, raised his palm high, twisted his wrist, and soft threads appeared between his five fingers. He lifted it slightly, and the threads gathered in an orderly manner in an instant. Formed into a formation, the golden light shimmered, and it turned out to be a compass glowing with precious light. The light fell on the land where those ghosts and ghosts walked.

In this way, the young cavalryman was riding the wind while holding a compass in his hand, protecting one side. As long as there was any sign of the soul of the dead being dispersed, the precious light would shine on it.

Song Xu reminded: "Too much is not enough."

Yuan Huajing said calmly: "It seems that it is not your turn to have a golden elixir to point fingers."

There are five people in Yuan Huajing's group. In addition to him, the Nascent Soul sword cultivator, there is also a ghost cultivator, a Yin Yang family Qi practitioner, and the other two were both wild cultivators.

They are obviously more murderous than Song Xu's six Xiaoshantou.

Song Xu didn't take it seriously. Instead, he took the initiative to tell Yuan Huajing about the young hermit official's entry into the capital. After meeting him, he also talked about the strange things about the preacher Aunt Feng.

Yuan Huajing nodded, "I saw all the sword lights from Ning Yao earlier."

Song Xu hesitated for a moment, then reminded him: "Public and private matters must be distinguished."

The cavalryman next to him was from the Yuan family of Shangzhu Kingdom, and Yuan Huajing's younger brother was the concubine of the Yuan family who was married to the legitimate daughter of the Xu family in Qingfeng City.

Yuan Huajing sneered: "Because His Royal Highness's surname is Song, can he be so lenient?"

Song Xu choked for a moment and suddenly laughed, "You really should have a good chat with that official Chen Yin."

Yuan Huajing rarely took the initiative to speak, "Is it still difficult for the six of you to join forces?"

Song Xu nodded: "Yu Yu said, he will only be chopped down. There was a review afterwards. Lu Hui said that relying on the words Chen Pingan said would not be of any benefit to the war situation and could be ignored. .”

Yuan Huajing said: "Zhao Yao from the Ministry of Justice still hasn't found a suitable candidate? If it's Zhou Haijing, I don't think the weight is enough."

Song Xu shook his head and said, "It's not like you don't know who Zheng Qian is. Minister Zhao can only do the next best thing and determine his qualifications through Yu Hong and her fist test."

Yuan Huajing frowned and said, "I don't think highly of Zhou Haijing, a female martial artist."

Song Xu said helplessly: "Otherwise, where can we find a young mountain-level martial artist, and he must be expected to be among the tenth realm? When it comes to martial arts, we are only worse than the Middle-earth Divine Continent. The Ministry of Punishment recruited previously That embroidery lady has no other ambition, and besides, in my opinion, she is similar to Zhou Haijing, and she is from Luzhou, Beiju after all, so she is not suitable."

There was actually a suitable candidate for the vacancy of a pure martial artist in the early years, but he died in Shujian Lake.

Otherwise, once the twelve earthly branches are completed, according to the careful derivation of the Ministry of Punishment and the Qintian Prison, twelve qi practitioners and pure martial artists, all under a hundred years old, can work together to kill a monk in the Immortal Realm other than a sword cultivator.

The most critical thing is that they have endless and interlocking means to ensure that no one on their side dies, or even their realm does not fall.

It's a pity that the real weapon of the formation is the pure martial artist who has been unresolved.

Otherwise, in the previous battle with the capital, they would not have killed only two Jade Pu Realm military tent demon monks.

Those two monster heads happened to be chopped off by Yuan Huajing with his flying sword.

The eleven of them are all night tourists, and they are destined to remain unknown until they establish a sect in the coming year.

Yuan Huajing suddenly turned his head to look at a mountain and said, "Chen Ping'an, why do you deliberately hide yourself? Do you like to hide and watch movies so much?"

When Chen Pingan heard this, he just glanced at the young Yuanying realm sword cultivator and ignored the other party's provocation.

When he arrived here, Chen Ping'an began to circulate the spiritual energy of the five key natal Qi palaces and the top of each prince's mountain.

Yuan Huajing sneered and said: "Since you have chosen to stand by and watch, please go further and don't irritate others here."

The landscape gods who protect the road along the way consume the essence of incense accumulated through hard work, and even the wear and tear of the golden body.

As for Qi practitioners, in addition to the depletion of the accumulated spiritual energy, it will even consume the Taoism. Especially if one is not careful, it will also destroy the ancestral shade and Yin virtue.

Even a sword cultivator like Yuan Huajing seems to have nothing to do, but in fact, he still needs to use his sword energy to protect the road for this big Li cavalry, which is consumed all the time.

Therefore, this errand of traveling the Yinming Road at night is a thankless task for anyone. Afterwards, several yamen of the Dali court will certainly make up for it, but if you really want to calculate it, it is still profit and loss. obvious.

But even so, it is still the same, it is just the simplest responsibility.

The woman walking side by side with Han Zhoujin was the ghost monk. She asked in her heart: "I have seen the young hermit official. How does he look like?"

Han Zhoujin smiled and said: "Excellent, graceful and elegant, like a swordsman."

The female ghost curled her lips, "But now that he's here and just watching from a distance, I don't admire him as much as before."

Han Zhoujin explained with a smile: "He is a swordsman. Even if he is a martial arts master with superb boxing skills, what can he do?"

The female ghost nodded, convinced, "That's right! It makes sense!"

It’s just that there is unavoidable regret in my heart.

What's the matter, female ghosts can't be in love with each other. A young man from the same country has been alone in the city for many years for the woman he loves, and she is not allowed to admire him even a little bit.

With her temper, when we meet again in the future, she will act like a hungry tiger and pounce on sheep without saying a word. How many ounces of oil can I take away from you?

Chen Pingan was on the branch on the top of the mountain and finally took a closer look at the specific situation of the thirty thousand Yin Spirits on the battlefield.

The next moment, a bright sword light broke through the night.

It shines brightly on the earth's road, as bright as day, and every detail is visible. But the most unusual thing is that the sword energy is so majestic and majestic. All the Yin spirits and ghosts on the Yinming road have no fear. On the contrary, even those The ghost, whose intelligence had long been clouded, unexpectedly gained a bit of clarity in his eyes.

In the far distance, suddenly there was a virtual appearance of a mountain, like the monk's golden body, standing on the road.

Under the feet of the heroes of the Man Mo Temple, Yu Yu, and the young novice monk Houjue, who were the leaders, there were ripples and sparkling waves under the moonlit night, just like... there was an extra smooth waterway as flat as a mirror.

It is a great pattern with mountains and rivers interdependent. The mountains are full of Taoism and the waterways are full of spirit.

Not only that, the little novice monk suddenly lowered his head and turned around. He was surprised to find a line of ghosts stretching for miles behind him, and a golden scripture appeared at his feet.

When all ghosts and ghosts walk on this road, golden lotus blossoms bloom and sway under their feet every step of the way.

The road under the feet of the Confucian scholar Lu Hui, followed by the Yin Ling behind him, are snow-white words refined from frontier fortress poems. The words are connected into sentences, the sentences become poems, and the poems become the road.

Under the feet of Dao Lu Ge Ling and several Taoist masters, there are mysterious and mysterious Tao tactics, making a road appear colorful.

And Yu Yu was horrified to find that on the road in front of him, in the water light, a number of virtual flying swords as big as boats appeared, paving the road.

The vision didn't stop there. When the man in green shirt in the far distance began to slowly climb the mountain, golden threads bloomed from his body and floated away, killing more than 30,000 heroic spirits on the battlefield. Pull one by one.

One person climbs a mountain and drags it forward.

With the loss of his own merit, he refined countless long lines of cause and effect, pulling each other with the 30,000 Yin spirits behind him, Qingshan took the lead.

After that, the mountaineering figure in green shirt walked faster and faster, and finally walked against the wind, like a virtual boat or a ferry. One person led 30,000 heroic spirits, trekking through mountains and rivers together, flying forward, and surpassing With extremely fast imagination, I rushed to the water and land Dharma Assembly and Zhoutian Dajiao.

All the landscape gods and various Qi practitioners seemed to have nothing to do at this moment.

Just follow.

Even though his Taoist heart is as strong as the sword Xiu Yuan Huajing, he is also stunned and speechless.

Song Xu smiled knowingly, Chen Yinguan was indeed good at "chatting".

Song Xu, the prince of the Song family in Dali, put away his thoughts and clasped fists at the figure behind him in a distant salute, fascinated by it.

The female ghost was speechless. After a long time, she murmured: "With so many merits, why don't you just give them up? Such a loss-making business makes me, an outsider, feel distressed."

Han Zhoujin's eyes shone brightly and he said with a smile: "He is a hidden official, nothing unusual happens to him."

When the man in green shirt approached his destination, he just turned around and hugged the heroes on the battlefield, and then left with his sword flashing like a rainbow.

Maybe among tonight's night excursion, there are the group of border cavalry on the windy and snowy road, or their battlefield robes.

A carriage hung on the tail of the team. Because the right minister of the Ministry of Rites in the carriage was not a monk on the mountain after all, it was not advisable to get too close. The right minister of the Ministry of Rites called out a general of the border army who was traveling with him. After discussion, the two sides All gods and monks, including Song Xu and Yuan Huajing, have received an order. No one is allowed to leak what happened tonight. They have to wait for news from the Ministry of Rites.

On the top of a quiet mountain on the border of Gyeonggi Province, Chen Ping'an fell down, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and began to sit cross-legged to calm the chaos in the small world inside his body.

The old scholar came over quietly and said with a smile: "You have worked hard to save some wealth, why don't you just say you don't want it?"

This disciple who closed the door was very considerate. Not only did he help lead the way, he also used a method. Before doing anything, he was sincere and told the world that he was a Confucian monk. Therefore, he could only give up merit and not earn any merit.

Chen Ping'an immediately opened his eyes and said with a smile: "It is only natural that you come from heaven and earth and return it to heaven and earth. Just like earning money through hard work, it is not just about spending it casually. Besides, you can still earn it again in the future."

The old scholar squatted aside, hummed, and asked Chen Ping'an to rest for a while. He sighed for no reason: "I pity the plum blossom moon, and I can't bear to sleep all night long."

Chen Ping'an echoed: "I can't bear to sleep all night long, Yue Hua Mei takes pity on me."

The old scholar said with a fist, "Excellent."

Chen Ping'an said: "After all, he is Mr.'s disciple."

The old scholar smiled and said: "You brat, there's no outsider at the moment, so it's a waste."

Chen Pingan simply stopped breathing and took out two pots of glutinous rice wine from his hometown, one pot for each of his husband.

The old scholar smiled and asked: "Are you still not good at learning this sword escape technique? Why don't you ask Ning Yatou for advice?"

Chen Pingan said honestly: "Sir, I am really not shameless to learn this swordsmanship from Ning Yao. I am too shameless to learn from anyone, let alone Ning Yao. Besides, when I was practicing boxing, I was the earliest I still spread out the boxing records on the table, learned the words from Ning Yao, and understood the boxing ideas. But I don’t want Ning Yao to think too much, for example, making her feel that her sword practice is too easy and smooth. As a result, when it comes to me, she has to endure hardships. In fact, there is no need to endure hardship. To be honest, practicing swordsmanship is much easier than learning boxing."

The old scholar said: "It's just that in comparison, it's not easy."

Then the old scholar stroked his beard and smiled, and couldn't help but admired: "This is a good old man."

When it comes to love between men and women, as well as wisdom, especially the ability to apply what they have learned, I am afraid that all of my direct disciples, Cui Chan, Zuo Zuo, Jun Qian, and Xiao Qi, combined, are not as good as this close disciple next to me.

Chen Ping'an suddenly felt guilty and said: "It seems that I always make my husband so busy and busy, but I don't want him to save worry and effort."

The old scholar took a sip of his wine and chuckled: "You can say silly things, but don't say them again, otherwise sir will be angry."

Whenever I get angry, I can't help but want to scold Zuo Zuo and Jun Qian. Now that these two are no longer around, one is at the ruins of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and the other has gone to Qing Ming Tianxia to see Bai Ye. It's even more uncomfortable not to be able to scold them.

The old scholar rolled his eyes, coughed, and whispered: "Peace, for some reason, Ning Yatou has spoken and asked us to go to your senior brother's house to reminisce about the past."

Chen Ping'an turned his head, his eyes sad and said: "Sir, what is going on? No matter how hard you work for your disciples, you can't be like this."

The old scholar scratched his beard and became even more worried. He raised the wine bottle angrily and said, "One goes, one goes."

Chen Pingan complained: "Just go ahead and drink it yourself, sir."

The old scholar said oh, and suddenly said: "By the way, Ping'an, sir, he was at the inn just now and gave you the engagement letter. Ning Yatou accepted it, but Ning Yatou also said that the wedding banquet must be held in Feisheng City first. Let’s do one on the side.”

Chen Pingan's eyes lit up, "Sir, let's go one by one."

The old scholar shook his arms and said with self-pity: "Just go ahead and drink it yourself, sir."

Chen Ping'an must touch the wine pot with his husband, "Sir, your hard work is great, you can do anything you want!"

The old scholar drank the wine and said: "By the way, Ning Yatou still needs to go to the Confucian Temple with me. There are some things that the Lisheng will say. It's not that the Lisheng is too arrogant and unwilling to go to Aquarius Island in person, but Since we are talking about business, it is only in accordance with the etiquette at Gongdelin. Ping An, don’t worry, they are all family members, and the sage of etiquette will not embarrass anyone if they embarrass anyone. Ning girl, this round trip does not need to take too much time. "

Chen Pingan nodded lightly without any objection.

The teacher and his disciples had a drink at the top of the mountain, and then returned to the alley in the capital together, forgetting about the inn.

The old Yuanying monk blocked the way again and frowned: "Chen Ping'an, forget it with Ning Yao. It's against the rules to bring an outsider with you."

Zhao Duanming didn't dare to speak for the newly recognized Brother Chen on this matter.

The old scholar looked at the young man and asked with a smile: "Has this young handsome man been struck by lightning several times?"

Zhao Duanming nodded and said: "A hero does not mention his bravery in the past, less than ten times."

Chen Pingan smiled and explained: "He is my husband, not an outsider."

Liu Ga was confused and asked: "Which sir?"

The old scholar tugged on his clothes and shook his sleeves.

Chen Ping'an continued: "He is a gentleman from a younger generation's background, that is, the husband of Senior Brother Cui and Mr. Qi."

The old monk's face was full of disbelief. He was so embarrassed for a moment that he didn't dare to speak.

Even though the statue of the Literary Saint has been moved out of the Chinese Confucian Temple long ago and he has not been able to eat cold pig head meat for many years, for monks like Liu Gao on the mountain, a Confucian saint who could stand side by side with the Li Sheng and the Ya Sheng, a Confucian saint who can teach The Confucian sage who gave birth to Xiuhu Cui Cheng, Sword Immortal Zuo and Mr. Qi, when the existence that was originally far away in the horizon was really close at hand, except for being embarrassed and not daring to say a word, there was really no other choice.

Zhao Duanming asked in his heart: "Brother Chen, is he really a literary saint?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "Otherwise?"

Zhao Duanming immediately bowed and saluted: "Zhao Duanming, a descendant of the Zhao family in Dali Tianshui, pays homage to Master Literary Saint!"

The old scholar smiled and said: "Master Liu Xian, Duan Ming, you don't have to be so polite."

Liu Gao cupped his fists and said tremblingly: "Liu Gao has met Literary Saint."

The old scholar waved his hand and walked in the alley with Chen Pingan. When they arrived at the door of the courtyard, Chen Pingan opened the door because it was not locked. He turned around and found that his husband was standing outside the door and had not crossed the threshold for a long time.

Chen Ping'an stopped and waited quietly for his husband.

The old scholar looked at the door and did not move for a long time. He murmured to himself: "Since you are so unlucky to become my first disciple, sir, I won't blame you for your hard work. There are some things that you did wrong."

Old friends inside the door, old people outside the door, sages and sages have all been lonely since ancient times.

In the end, the old scholar did not go into the Renyun Yiyun Building, but sat on a stone bench in the courtyard outside the library. Chen Pingan moved some books from the library and put them on the table. The old scholar drank wine and slowly flipped through the books.

In fact, they are all works by old scholars who have not yet become literary saints. Therefore, most of them are first editions, but they appear to be rough and not sophisticated enough. However, the pages are unusually neat, like new books, and the title page of each book does not have any The book seal of a later translator has no narration or annotations.

Chen Ping'an was sitting on the threshold of the library, breathing in and out, closing his eyes and concentrating, and the only sound in his ears was the sound of his husband turning the pages of books.

Finally, the old scholar turned to a page, which happened to be the content of the Uncovered Chapter. The old scholar closed the book and put only this book in his sleeve.

There was nothing to say or anything to say all night, only the bright moon slowly faded away, the sun rose, and the world shone brightly.