Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan said goodbye to his husband and left the alley early in the morning.

Thinking about the letter of appointment, which his husband gave away and Ning Yao accepted, Chen Pingan was in a good mood.

The old monk who was responsible for guarding the alley put down the white jade ashram in the alley again. Apart from practicing, the old man had no other hobbies in this life.

Liu Ji really just likes to practice Taoism. As for the realm, if you don't force it, love will come or not. Anyway, I won't tolerate you.

It's just strange. Could it be that the disciple was struck by lightning again yesterday because he didn't protect his way? It's rare that he didn't do those martial arts moves over there, but he breathed and breathed all night, very diligently, and used the river cart transporting technique of using gold liquid to return elixirs, running Xiao Zhoutian over and over again, which was probably because of his sincerity. Because of the spirit, it's quite similar.

In addition to his own practice that night, Liu Gao used his spiritual energy to circulate around the sky. With his magical power of visualization, he was like an immortal riding a crane in a vast world with his own golden and jade jungle. He came out of the Jiang Palace under the white crane, and at the Changsheng Bridge, he watched the water and understood the Tao. . The old monk also had to pay close attention to Zhao Duanming's qi circulation route in order to pick out flaws afterwards and help his disciples find and fill in the gaps.

Chen Ping'an stopped near the entrance of the alley, waited for a moment, bent his fingers like knocking on the door, knocked lightly, and said with a smile: "Old Master Liu, would you like to drop by the door, do you mind?"

When there was a knock on the door in the alley, Liu Gao had just calmed down, and his practice came to an end. Old Yuanying was filled with emotion. This young man is indeed Xiuhu's junior brother. He has really vicious eyes. He can see him even though he is separated from the small world of the dojo. Seeing his own practice status so clearly, the old monk got up from his futon, used his magical power, opened a small door to the White Jade Dojo, and said, "Please come in."

The extra word "please" is just for the sake of your husband being a literary sage. It has nothing to do with whether he is a swordsman or not, or whether he is a hidden official or not.

However, in just one day, first with the visit of this young hermit official, with Ning Yao's sharp sword attack, and with the arrival of the literary sage, Liu Gao felt that his usually deserted practice road was rarely so lively.

I just thought about having a drink with that man before, but now I can't drink anymore, so I can only toast three glasses with the old coachman from afar, right?

Chen Ping'an stepped into it, glanced at the young man who was still practicing, and asked in his heart: "Does the old immortal master plan to wait until Duanming reaches the golden elixir realm, and then teach him a superior thunder method that is naturally compatible with his numerology?"

Liu Gao looked strange and wanted to nod his head and make a fool of himself in front of a young man in his 40s. However, the old man still had a bad conscience and it didn't matter whether he lost face or not. He sighed, "There's a fart Lei. The secret of Dharma will make you worry to death."

Chen Ping'an was surprised and said: "With the background of the Tianshui Zhao family, it is impossible to find a Leibu Zhengfa?"

Liu Gao shook his head, "In recent years, Mr. Zhao has only found a few heretical secret manuals on thunder techniques. They are far away from the authentic Five Thunder Sect of Longhu Mountain. They dare to give them to me, but I dare not teach them."

He is really a swordsman who doesn’t know the price of food, salt, firewood and rice. Lei Fa is known as the ancestor of all methods in the mountains. How can such secret records of true methods be obtained so easily, not to mention that this is not a matter of money at all, Aquarius Island In the Immortal Family, there are not many people who specialize in Thunder Techniques, and there are none who are close to the "authentic" method. Not even Qi Zhen, the Great Heavenly Lord of Shen Gao Sect, dares to say that he is good at Thunder Techniques.

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said: "I'm going to visit the Middle Earth Divine Continent later. I have a friend on the mountain who is Huang Zi from the Tianshi Mansion. I have made an appointment to be a guest at Longhu Mountain. I'll see if I can fight here. Xi Minu has come up with a decent secret book, but I can’t guarantee that it will work.”

Liu Ga frowned and said: "For no reason, why did you mobilize so many people and give Duan Ming a piece of incense and love for nothing? Why, are you trying to win over the Tianshui Zhao family as Luo Luo Shan's ally in Dali?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "If it really comes to pass, even if I accidentally left the Thunder Technique Secret Book in Renyun Yiyun Tower, I can treat it as a thank you to Master Liu for helping to take care of my senior brother's house. Master Liu only needs to do this One thing is to conceal this matter from the Zhao family in Tianshui. In short, it has nothing to do with me, and then I can just preach for Duanming An Xin."

Liu Gao was doubtful, "It's that simple, really there's no plan?"

Chen Pingan asked back: "You can't trust Chen Pingan, who just met by chance, but how can Master Liu still not trust my husband?"

Liu Gao laughed dumbly, hesitated for a while, and then nodded. This guy has already moved out of Wen Sheng, so this is feasible. Confucian scholars attach great importance to context and orthodoxy, and cannot make the slightest joke.

But the old monk suddenly came to his senses and laughed and cursed: "Good boy, you deceived me and you can earn a favor from me for nothing, right?"

Chen Ping'an deliberately looked puzzled and said, "How do you say this?"

Liu Ji laughed angrily, pointed at the young man who thought he was a fool, and nodded, "Even if you have a good relationship with the Tianshi Mansion, as a Confucian disciple, after all, he is not in the Longhu Mountain Dao lineage. The master himself does not dare to teach you the Five Thunders True Dharma without authorization. As you said just now, you can only use the opportunity of reading books to piece it together and feel your own conscience. Such a Taoist formula is misleading the disciples. Can the secret book be better than the one found by the Zhao family in Tianshui? You can’t find a good reason to trick people, it’s leaked from all directions, and it’s untenable..."

The old monk immediately stopped talking, and saw the blue-shirted swordsman smiling and raising his hand, with five thunders gathering in his hand.

Liu Gan concentrated his eyes, looked again and again, nodded slightly, and said with his usual expression: "The young master is very good at thunder. He is worthy of being a disciple of Literary Sage and a disciple of Xiuhu. He has learned from everyone's strengths and melted them into a furnace. I admire him. Okay, this is It's settled, I'll thank you in advance, just waiting for the little master to accidentally lose this secret book in the house, and then I pick it up accidentally. Just?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I will carefully write down all the precautions for practicing this method, and carefully append to the end of the book. The text will only be more complicated and detailed than the main text. The realm of the old immortal master is there, and I will protect the way afterwards. There will definitely be no problem in spreading the Dharma.”

Liu Gao felt a little embarrassed.

Chen Pingan said: "I still have to trouble the old immortal master. Help me ask the head of the Zhao family in Tianshui for a piece of calligraphy to write the Zhao family's family motto. Of course, it has nothing to do with Chen Pingan."

Being able to be called here by his senior brother to guard the alley, Chen Ping'an was sure that Liu Gao must be a tight-lipped person. So there is no need to worry that the old monk will spill the beans on Tianshui Zhao's side.

Liu Gan breathed a sigh of relief. Asking for calligraphy and painting was a trivial matter. Even if he came to the door carrying a basket, it would not be a big deal. He would only be insulting Mr. Zhao, who wrote beautifully in pavilion style.

The Tianshui Zhao family, who is said to be a horse dung Zhao by the Dali officialdom, has a very bookish family motto. Chen Ping'an is particularly fond of a few lines in it. The atmosphere should be clear and high, the knowledge should be profound and far-reaching, the body should be strong and sincere, and the color should be suitable. Rouyizhuang.

In fact, when Chen Pingan came to Beijing this time and met Zhao Duanming, he wanted to ask for a copy of the family instruction handwritten by the head of the Zhao family. He could frame it and not hang it in his study. He could give it to Xiao Nuanshu. It's just that the situation in the capital is still unclear. Chen Ping'an had planned to wait until something happened before opening this conversation with Zhao Duanming. Well now, you can get it without spending any money.

The old monk was suddenly startled. Chen Ping'an turned around and saw that he was attracted by his thunder method. Zhao Duanming's mind was immersed in the small world, and a kind of echoing Qi flow appeared, so that the whole person's spiritual energy leaked out, and he was like a mountain. , the flying clouds are lingering, and there are signs of lightning and thunder. Chen Ping'an glanced at Liu Gao, who was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately and said, "Just protect the law for Duan Ming."

Chen Ping'an took one step forward and came to Zhao Duanming's side. With a light tap of his feet, the boy with his eyes closed who was sitting cross-legged on the futon floated into the air.

Chen Ping'an raised his hand, gently caressed the young man's head, and helped Zhao Duanming calm his mind. The hand that was originally full of thunder turned into two fingers together, and gently touched the young man's eyebrows to calm him down, and he instantly entered the world. A state of sleep.

Liu Gao's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face. He saw that the area around the disciple's head was filled with myriads of phenomena and was extremely magnificent, like a mysterious picture of heaven and earth transformed by Taoism.

The sun and the moon were hanging in the sky together, and countless stars were rotating. I saw that man in a green shirt, using his mind to pick out a pocket-sized "star" with golden light lingering and full of thunder from the dazzling galaxy, and then with his forehead-pointing hand, As if as a bridge of immortality, it slowly rolled into the middle of the young man's eyebrows. The star, which was blurred by Taoism, rotated in an orderly manner following the path of Xiao Zhoutian's spiritual energy in the small world of Zhao Duanming's body. The young man was originally scattered everywhere. , a few strands of the essence of Taoism that even he was unaware of, arrived in an instant as if ordered, worshiping the ancient star that seemed to be hanging in the sky from a distance.

Chen Ping'an lightly patted the young man's forehead, and the young man and his futon landed on the ground again.

Liu Gao asked cautiously: "Chen Ping'an, are you a great monk in the Ascension Realm?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I'm not, my wife is."

Liu Ji endured it, but still couldn't hold it in, and asked the biggest question in his heart, "Chen Ping'an, how did you kidnap Ning Yao?"

Chen Pingan straightened his clothes, shook his sleeves, smiled and said nothing.

Isn't this obvious? It depends on appearance and bearing.

Liu Gan was stunned for a long time and joked: "Are you a tailor?"

Chen Pingan said goodbye with a smile and strode out of the alley.

The young man who had been kept in the dark slowly came back to his senses. After opening his eyes, he stood up and jumped a few times. He felt particularly refreshed.

Finding his master sitting on a futon drinking wine, Zhao Duanming leaned over and squatted, smelling the aroma of the wine to satisfy his craving.

Liu Gao smiled and said: "I didn't know why the imperial master asked me to wait patiently. Regarding the salary, I owe it first, and someone will come here to pay for it in the future."

Things in the world are complicated and convoluted, and it is difficult to see clearly. However, one can only see the roughness of people's hearts, and Liu Gao thinks he is relatively accurate.

Zhao Duanming said: "Master, are you willing to accept my brother Chen's money? Master, of course you are very strong when it comes to practicing and preaching, otherwise you wouldn't be able to teach a disciple like me, but you really have to learn from me when it comes to being human and worldly. .”

Liu Gao smiled and said nothing, turning his head to look into the alley. In the past, Cui Chan, the imperial master, lived here year after year, day after day, walking alone, but he never felt lonely at all.

The worry in the heart is like jumping on the tail of a tiger or wading through spring ice.

Now there is an additional junior brother, who is also walking in the alley.

Zhaozhao is as bright as the sun and moon, and separation is like the movement of stars.

It's like the green-robed swordsman. Although he is young, he is no longer a chess piece. He is sitting in the capital, and the mountains and rivers of a country are the chessboard.

Invite your opponent to sit down and give it a try.

The old monk thought about it again and felt quite proud.

As a gatekeeper, I could barely stop the three of them, including Chen Ping'an, Ning Yao, and Wen Sheng. I wonder who in the world can compare with them?

Liu Ga coughed, handed over a bottle of wine, and said with a smile: "Duan Ming, drink."

The young man slapped the master's hand away and said with a smile: "Master is joking, what kind of wine should I drink? At such a young age, I can't even stand the smell of alcohol."

Anyway, after only a few steps, when they arrived at the inn, Chen Pingan was not in a hurry to find Ning Yao. He chatted with the shopkeeper first and then asked about the girl.

The old man said angrily: "Chen, don't eat from the bowl and look at the pot. Put away your evil thoughts quickly. Besides, did you take the wrong medicine? My daughter looks pretty, but she's not going to be easy." Miss Ning."

Chen Pingan smiled and said tentatively: "Shopkeeper, what are you thinking about? Who am I? Shopkeeper, you have seen all kinds of people from all walks of life, and you have already developed a pair of piercing eyes. You really can't tell? I just think she has good qualifications... …”

The old shopkeeper laughed angrily and said: "Stop it, stop it! I'm going to learn martial arts from you and travel around the world. I'm a little girl. How can I practice boxing and kicking? I don't need to say more about this."

Not to mention the martial arts skills that are wandering around the market. They are either playing with guns and sticks and selling those dog-skin plasters, or smashing rocks on their chests to earn some hard money. Although the young man in front of him is probably a martial arts sect who has settled down, but If you ask your daughter to learn martial arts from someone, wouldn't it mean that her hands will be covered with calluses within a few days? How can she get married? It's awful to think about.

The most worrying thing is that silly girl who has dreamed of being a heroine since she was a child, flying over the walls and doing chivalry. Fortunately, there was a fight between two gangs of little bastards in Yichi Lane and Chier Street. The fight was so fierce that a lot of bricks were broken. I saw my daughter running home depressed. After that, I felt a little relieved. , He just said that he should wait until he grows up, and that it is not too late to practice his internal skills first before going out into the world.

Chen Ping'an said: "Then if I were in the inn with her and we just met her while walking, wouldn't it be against the law?"

The old man groaned and lowered his voice and said: "What are you trying to do? Chen Ping'an, please tell me honestly, otherwise I will really drive them away. I have two sons but only one daughter. If If you kidnapped me, my vicious aunt could beat me to death."

The old shopkeeper really didn't think this young foreigner was a bad person.

What's more, the world is peaceful now, and the lives of the people of Dali are stable every day. Not even the people in the world, not to mention the gods on the mountain, dare to violate the prohibition.

The old man suddenly asked: "Chen Ping'an, tell me exactly what martial arts sect you are from, and do you have a great reputation?"

In the territory of Longzhou, I only heard about the towering Piyun Mountain, the Weishan Lord who was rumored to be rich and wealthy, and the Longquan Sword Sect with a mountain full of swordsmen.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's a small sect. Even if I tell the shopkeeper, I don't know. There aren't many people anyway, but I can guarantee that my family has a good reputation."

The old man sneered: "If I go out and tell people that my place is one of the best inns in the capital, the people who come in and out every day are either great masters like Yu Hong and Zhou Haijing, or the immortal masters who fly in the clouds. You Believe it or not?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I don't believe it."

The old man asked: "You don't really like my daughter, do you? Is it love at first sight?"

Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly and said, "Really not."

The old man was relieved and nodded, that's good. Then he slapped the table and said, "It's very bad. My daughter is no worse than Ning Yao." The old man waved his hand and said, "You have no vision, get out of here."

After Chen Ping'an left, someone from the Yamen quickly came over to check the book. Two unfamiliar faces, but the official license was correct, so the old shopkeeper didn't think much about it.

After they turned to the names of Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao, they looked at each other and smiled. One of the young officials continued to turn the pages casually, and then said with a casual smile: "Shopkeeper Liu, business is booming."

The old man lay casually on the counter, not afraid of these public servants at all. His own inn was located on the edge of those two streets. It was almost fifty years ago for two generations. He had never seen any civil servants or military generals, and he was in the center. Mr. Huang and Zi Gongqing are not only familiar faces, but also meet many people on the road and can say hello. The old shopkeeper has always been quite proud of this, so now he just smiled and said: "Business is not bad, let's do it. "

Ning Yao did not deliberately immerse himself in practice and cultivate his sword spirit, otherwise it would be nothing more than a great battle between two worlds.

She sat at the table like this all night, and then in the early morning, she opened her eyes, subconsciously stretched out her fingers, and gently twisted the corner of one sleeve.

When there was a gentle knock on the door, Ning Yao said, "The door is unlocked."

Chen Pingan pushed open the door and walked in. Ning Yao glanced at the man wearing a green shirt with a hosta on his hair and said nothing.

Chen Pingan took out a few collections of writers' notes from his sleeves and said with a smile: "I'm going to stay in the capital for a few more days. I'm afraid you'll be bored, so I picked a few books and browsed through them if I had nothing to do."

Ning Yao looked at the books on the table, picked them up, and asked, "Aren't there any Jianghu novels or legendary public cases?"

Chen Pingan asked: "Want to see this category?"

Ning Yao asked back: "Why don't you read those nonsense about ghost powder and fantasy novels?"

Chen Pingan was speechless.

Those romance novels often feature hidden masters instilling a lot of internal energy into the younger generation, which is quite nonsense.

But everything my wife said was right.

Chen Pingan first told about the trip to the Confucian Temple invited by Li Sheng. Ning Yao nodded and said it was no problem. Then Chen Pingan immediately turned around to look for books, but there seemed to be no such books in the library.

I remember that when I was Xiao Heitan's founding disciple, he would pester Lao Wei and Xiao Bai in private every day, saying that each of them would improve their skills after passing them to her for decades.

Later, the old cook complained, and then Pei Qian let Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang go after eating a meal of chestnuts.

The old shopkeeper saw Chen Ping'an walking back and forth and joked: "You can't judge a person by his appearance. He's pretty fast at a young age."

Chen Pingan pretended not to understand and asked: "Sir, are there any bookstores nearby?"

The old man nodded, "Not far away, there are half a street of bookstores. But for a store so close to Yichi Lane and Chi'er Street, you can imagine that the prices are not cheap, and most of them are rare and rare books. Why? , Nowadays, you people in Jianghu sects, when you fight with others, how many words do you need to say beforehand?"

The old man roughly pointed the way, and Chen Ping'an thanked him and said with a smile: "My wife wants to read a book, so go and look for her over there."

Chen Pingan thought it was a walk and found the street. There were indeed many bookstores. He spent seven or eight taels of silver to select a few books and put them in his sleeves. He changed his mind and took a detour to go elsewhere, which was about three miles away. , walking through the streets, Chen Ping'an finally came to an Xianjia Inn at the end of the alley. It was not big, and there was no Xianjia ostentation. Ordinary people passing by would definitely not take a second look. When they met This dead end road will only turn around and leave.

Chen Ping'an knew that Song Xu and several others had left the city for a long trip last night and started here. Later they returned to the capital and also settled here. It is very likely that this is their place of cultivation.

Just as Chen Ping'an was about to knock on the door, he frowned slightly, and his body swept out in an instant, and landed more than ten feet away. There was a female ghost monk in the golden elixir realm, her body disappeared, and from the door with the painted door god , swooped out, Chen Pingan glanced and found that it was the female ghost next to the young Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator. She was probably an existence like Song Xu and Ge Ling, but they belonged to different mountains.

Is this to discuss Taoism? Or ask swords and fists?

I just saw her spinning around, her colorful clothes swaying, and her teeth and claws showing, and there seemed to be no clue. What was going on with her cannibalistic eyes and salivation on her face.

Chen Pingan held his sleeves with both hands, and just moved and turned sideways to avoid the female ghost Yufeng's figure. Like a colorfully trained female ghost, she spun half a circle, spread her arms, and was about to hug the green shirt.

Are you not done yet?

Chen Ping'an didn't turn his head, he just raised his elbow and slammed it back, hitting the female ghost's face.

The female ghost was hit so hard that she fell to the ground. She sat up, pulled out a handkerchief from her sleeves with both fingers, wiped the corners of her eyes, and was about to cry.

Chen Pingan turned his head, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

The female ghost was full of energy and did not speak. She just floated towards Chen Ping'an suddenly. She had no murderous intention and seemed to be stalking Chen Ping'an.

Chen Pingan kept his hands in his sleeves, raised his foot and kicked her on the forehead, causing the female ghost to hit the wall.

wrong.

It's some kind of weird blinding method that can cover up the mind. In short, seeing is believing.

Chen Ping'an narrowed his eyes, stretched out his sleeve with one hand, and grabbed the female ghost's head with five fingers like hooks. He quickly pressed down and smashed her to the ground. He twisted his toes slightly and filled the road with martial arts energy to prevent her from escaping. opportunity, and then poked the heart with his toes, and with a bang, the pitiful figure of the female ghost Caiyi was like a rag, wiping the entire alley, and then the woman's body and Caiyi suddenly expanded, hovering over Near the entrance of the alley, it looks like there is a huge painted picture of a lady hanging on the wall.

Chen Pingan reminded: "That's almost it."

On the walls on both sides of an alley, the sky and the earth suddenly became dark, and countless heads of female ghosts were poked out. However, they did not look ferocious, but instead smiled like flowers, like the infatuated woman who lost her mind and finally saw her lover return home.

Chen Ping'an had already planned to be cruel, but he sighed for no reason and said, "One last warning."

Yuan Huajing walked into the corridor in the inn and said in a deep voice: "Change Yan, stop it."

The female ghost named Gaiyan immediately gathered her magic skills and appeared in the alley. She had a graceful figure and bowed with her skirt folded, "Little girl Gaiyan, I have met Mr. Chen."

Chen Ping'an explained: "I'm looking for someone."

Gai Yan smiled sweetly and said, "It's good to find someone. I run this inn, so anyone can do it. I'll lead the way for Mr. Chen."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "No need."

The woman felt extremely aggrieved and timidly said: "The inn is my territory. Whether I open the door to welcome guests and earn the fairy money is not certain. It only depends on the little girl's mood. Mr. Chen is a gentleman, so he can't break in, right?"

If the six people from Song Xu Xiaoshantou are all strange people, but they are all normal in terms of status, appearance and temperament, then the sword cultivator Yuan Huajing, nicknamed "Yelang", and his four subordinates seem to have no A fuel-saving lamp, in addition to the female ghost named Gaiyan, there is also the young cavalryman named Kushou who was born as a wild cultivator, and a Five Elements Qi practitioner from the Yin Yang family lineage.

Finally, there is a wild cultivator who was born as a monster in Shanze. He looks like a young man, but he is actually not very old. He has a stern face and a murderous look on his eyebrows. I gave myself a name, Gou Mingcun. The young man has a bad temper, and he also has a strange wish, that is, to be the national master of a small country, and be a vassal of the great Li vassal. In short, no matter how small it is, it will do.

Chen Ping'an shrank down the mountains and rivers in one step, and directly broke through the insignificant prohibition formation of the inn. He looked around and saw a house in the clouds and fog. He opened the door with a swipe of two fingers and walked in. He lowered his figure and smiled. Said: "There were many people last night, so it's hard to say much."

The young man was still alive. In fact, he had already walked out of the unique spiritual training center in the house. At this moment, he saw the green shirt in front of him. The young man first clasped his fists and then bowed. He seemed to feel that something was wrong. In the end, he had to scratch his head and called Mr. Chen, and then started Grinning stupidly.

In the past, in the Shihao Kingdom, there was a young waiter in a dog meat shop who was mistaken for a mute. Later, he met a man in blue cotton-padded clothes and took him to have a meal. He talked a lot and gave him a chance. .

Finally, he borrowed a small sum of money from the boy.

"Enemies alas."

Gaiyan in the alley was not annoyed, she just stamped her feet shyly and followed him.

When she came to this courtyard, she was extremely surprised. Did Gou Cun and Chen Pingan know each other? Why have I never heard of this?

Han Zhoujin also came to the entrance of the small courtyard, with Yu Yu, a follower beside him.

The young man smiled brightly and said, "Mr. Chen, my name today is Gou Cun."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "It's a good name."

Survive.

Don’t forget your roots and live on.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand.

The young man quickly took out a Xiaoshu coin that he had kept all year round from his sleeve, handed it to the other party, and said apologetically: "Mr. Chen, I spent that Xiaoshu coin back then."

Chen Ping'an said: "If you borrow money and pay it back, you can't ask for any interest."

The boy grinned, knowing that Mr. Chen was joking.

Chen Ping'an put away the Xiaoshu money, twisted his wrist, and a green bamboo stick appeared. It was the hiking stick used by the literati for mountaineering and traveling, "I'll give it to you."

There is a two-character inscription engraved on the hiking pole, Zhiyuan.

The young man held a hiking stick in his arms and was not good at words. He just bowed silently to Mr. Chen to thank him.

next moment.

Before the boy had time to raise his head and stand up, he suddenly felt horrified and alert.

In fact, not only Cun Cun, but also the female ghost in the courtyard became more beautiful. Han Zhoujin and Yu Yu at the door, as well as Song Xu and others gathered in a nearby courtyard, everyone found themselves in the mist.

Formation Master Han Zhoujin had already sacrificed the ruins of the Immortal Palace, and then there was only a sword light between heaven and earth, splitting the sky and splitting the earth, forcibly breaking through the landscape restrictions of an ancient Tongbai Paradise, and saw Chen Ping'an holding on to it with one hand Gaiyan tied her hair into a bun and held Gou Cun's neck with one hand. The female ghost Gaiyan's spiritual energy was suppressed by the fist, almost stagnant. If there was a slight movement, the natal Qi Palace of the Five Elements would feel the heart-wrenching pain. As for Gou Cun, he had already fainted. , the most troublesome part is that Gaiyan and Gou Cun were both stabbed lightly by the flying sword, and the sword energy seeped into the small world inside their bodies.

The green-shirted swordsman who took action without saying hello looked around and took a look at the aura of the ancient immortal dojo. Then he stared at Han Zhoujin and said with a smile: "I'm a little surprised. How did you kill them back then?" The demon tribe's army is in the Yupu Realm, attacking and beheading them? No way, I'm just giving you my head, right?"

Chen Ping'an thought to himself and said: "Or, as long as there are not enough people, you eleven can only be regarded as a piece of loose sand? It's okay, just come in. Besides, there is no one in the world who only needs you to plan and kill others. Good thing, you have to pay off your debt one day, and now is the time.”

The Yin-Yang family qi practitioner was about to perform a Taoist secret, and used an extremely mysterious natal magical power. At the cost of his own fall, he reversed the flow of time a little to help the eleven people return to the "previous", so that they could prepare early.

As a result, there was a sword light directly above his head. Yuan Huajing appeared as Sui Lin's protector. He used his flying sword to fight the flying sword and cut off the sword light. Unexpectedly, the Five Elements Qi Practitioner was surrounded by , the sword light lit up countless times, directly disrupting the slender silk-like water of time.

Chen Pingan dropped Gou Cun and Gai Yan in his hands and walked to Dao Luge Ling. The Taoist priest actually chose to directly explode the golden elixir and Nascent Soul. If he had been replaced by an ordinary Earth Immortal monk, he would have died. It's over.

Chen Ping'an's fists were like a waterfall, unscathed, and he casually walked out of the slightly chaotic battlefield. He stretched out his hand to hold down the military monk Yu Yu and punched him close to him. He gently pulled him closer to him, then turned around. A hit to the heart caused Yu Yu to vomit blood, and he flew backwards for dozens of feet. His body flashed, and he was about to lift his foot and step down again, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Yu Yu was actually far away somewhere else, which was interesting. In the caged bird's own little world, what he saw in his eyes was still disturbed. It seemed that the female ghost, the legendary "painter and eyebrow painter" on the mountain, was still hiding a lot in the alley.

So the next moment, what the eleven people saw in their eyes was that the heaven and earth were tilted, twisted and reversed to varying degrees.

It's like a heaven and earth, cut into countless realms by its owner.

Just when the female ghost Gaiyan was about to make a move, her vision was filled with sword light. In an instant, dozens of long swords were nailed into her body and her colorful clothes.

Gou Cun, who was supposed to be sleeping for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes, and was stepped on by Chen Pingan in the center, causing him to pass out again. At the same time, Chen Pingan squinted at the little novice monk and smiled, as if to say it was you. Wearing a green shirt, he appeared behind the little novice monk as if he had stepped out of the door, with his arms around the little monk's neck and one hand holding the little monk's chin. However, Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and chose to stop temporarily and patted him. He patted the little monk on the head and said with a smile: "Be careful in the future."

Putting his fingers together and drawing a circle, a golden thunder pool appeared around the little novice's back.

Chen Ping'an changed the battlefield and shook his sleeves. The talismans were like hanging two galaxies, surrounding the Five Elements Qi Practitioners.

Han Zhoujin was shocked. He didn't know when he had lost the energy connection with the ruins of the Immortal Mansion.

Chen Ping'an looked around, casually raised his hand, slapped away the flying swords of Yuan Huajing and Song Xu, and said: "I know you still have many backup plans, but they are of no use. If you have no chance to use them, you have already lost."

With a flick of his finger, he shot a fragment of the golden body towards the Yin Yang family Qi practitioner. Chen Pingan said, "This is compensation. Let's all go back."

Time reversed for a moment, and the eleven people each returned to their places, but with the protection of the little novice monk's Buddhist magical power, everyone's memory was still there. Sui Lin fell to the ground, his face pale, but the fragment of the golden body in his hand was enough to make up for himself. There is still a surplus despite the loss of Taoism.

Half of the monks were not convinced, and the remaining half were still frightened.

The green-shirted swordsman with extremely ruthless attacks seemed to be immune to the influence of time. He was the first to return to the inn, stood in the corridor with his hands in his sleeves, and said with a smile to the young man who still lowered his head: "scared?"

The young man was speechless, still holding the hiking pole in his arms. He stood up, scratched his head, and shook his head again, "Mr. Chen, I have learned."

Chen Pingan said softly: "When practicing on the mountain, the clouds and waves are treacherous. The higher you climb, the stronger the mountain wind. Be more careful in the future."

Then Chen Ping'an laughed, "Of course it doesn't mean that you have to be careful about my sneak attacks in the future. Today's attack is an exception."

Chen Pingan began to help the eleven people review the fight and gave some suggestions. It didn't matter whether they listened or not.

If they were not monks who had been carefully selected by his senior brother and cultivated with a lot of financial resources, Chen Pingan would not have bothered to take action today. Such a large piece of golden body fragment of an ancient god is not money.

Chen Pingan finally asked in his heart: "Gou Cun, what will happen if you see someone eating dog meat now?"

Gou Cun was silent for a moment, raised his head, and said truthfully to Mr. Chen: "I still feel very uncomfortable in my heart, so I listened to Mr. Chen. I must become the national advisor of that small country in the future and order that no one in the country is allowed to eat dog meat."

Chen Pingan nodded, "Take your time."

Chen Ping'an was about to leave the Xianjia Inn. Unexpectedly, the female ghost still had the courage to take a few steps closer, blinking her big eyes, "Mr. Chen, are you leaving now? Can I see you off?"

Chen Ping'an laughed angrily and said, "Nai Wai or not, tell me, what are you planning?"

She looked a little shy for the first time, "Learn from Han Zhoujin, and you can't control yourself when you see something interesting."

Han Zhoujin's face turned red, and he became angry and said: "Gaiyan, please clean your mouth!"

Chen Pingan was speechless and passed away in a flash.

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Fire Temple.

Under the flower shed, Aunt Feng looked sideways, and saw that no one had come in uninvited and without knocking on the door.

The old coachman said straightforwardly: "The situation forces me to answer Chen Ping'an's three questions. What do you think the boy will ask, so I can prepare in advance. Don't shirk it. If you hadn't caused the trouble, I wouldn't have received those two more swords." .”

Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Chen Pingan will definitely ask who you are first."

The old coachman said: "What else?"

Aunt Feng continued: "As for the broken porcelain, were you involved in it?"

The old coachman nodded, "That's a good answer. It's no big deal."

Aunt Feng clicked her tongue and said, "Have you violated your conscience? You have already bet on Ma's family in Xinghua Lane."

The old coachman did not hide anything, "I am most optimistic about Ma Kuxuan, and I have nothing to hide, but what the Ma couple did has nothing to do with me. I neither instigated them, nor did I help erase the traces afterwards."

Aunt Feng thought for a moment, "As for the third question, there are so many things he might ask, it's hard to guess."

"for example?"

"For example, who is the initiator of the refining of Li Zhudongtian's natal porcelain? Do you want to answer? How to answer?"

The old coachman took out a small porcelain vase, opened it wide, and smelled the purple mist. Suddenly, he was filled with golden light, which spread all over his body, and he mended the injuries.

One good thing about the body of a god, being killed by the sword cultivator, is that there is no sword energy left. The aftertaste of the sword energy will be washed away by the long river of time. As long as the golden body is not shattered on the spot, no matter how serious the injury is and how many cracks there are afterwards. , can make up for it and repair the golden body.

The old coachman was silent for a moment, looking a little helpless. "I made an agreement with Ning Yao. As long as there are questions that I don't want to answer, I can ask Chen Pingan to change."

Aunt Feng smiled and said, "That's it?"

The old coachman said gloomily: "That little woman gave me an explanation. It's only three things."

The old coachman suddenly raised his head, "You old woman, don't try to trick me again."

Aunt Feng joked: "If it doesn't work out, I'd better die as a Taoist friend rather than die as a poor Taoist, and tell the truth about that person to Chen Ping'an."

The old coachman shook his head, "What are the four difficult ghosts on the mountain? Actually, don't mess with anyone but the fortune teller."

One of the other two people behind the scenes is a dragon breeder from the Fulong lineage. There is another person, from the Tulu family of the Yin Yang family, one bright and one dark. The one in the bright place is the Qi practitioner in the capital who was beaten to death by Song Changjing's fists. The one in the dark place is the site of the old Five Mountains of Dali. Handwriting.

These old immortals, living under the fence of the Lizhu Cave, naturally have their own desires. The old master Fulongshi is betting on the Song family of Dali, and at the same time suppresses the luck of the Lu family on Fulu Street.

As for Aunt Feng, apart from protecting the Tao, she just made good connections in various places. For example, she brought Cao Hang and Yuan Xun out of Lizhu Cave, and gave these future civil and military gems to Dali Chaotang. It was only because of that resurgence that the Song family of Da Li was not cut off from the country and easily annexed by the Lu dynasty, which was the master of Da Li in the past.

Compared to Aunt Feng and the old coachman, the Yin-Yang monk from the Lu family in Middle-earth hid behind the scenes and worked hard all day long. He acted in the most sneaky way, but he was able to act appropriately and within the rules.

The old coachman said for no reason: "Within sixty years, first come first served. Ma Kuxuan actually still has a chance."

It’s about the ethereal and ubiquitous great destiny. Several continents, mountains and rivers were shattered, and many great monks in the two worlds perished. None of them were originally responsible for the great destiny, but they all returned to the world one by one. This It was like there was an invisible struggle. Earlier, the Sword Immortal embryos of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, as well as the Hundred Sword Immortals of Tuoyue Mountain, all rose to the occasion due to the impending war. Later, Sword Immortal Xu Xie, Baidi City Gu Can and others, One by one, they are emerging from the sky and rising rapidly. Therefore, the past hundred years are a great year that practitioners of Taoism rarely encounter in ten thousand years. It is impossible to miss it.

unless.

Wen Haizhou, who had already ascended to heaven, could return to the human world and the war resumed.

The old coachman glanced at the sky and sighed, "I have to say, this thoroughness is truly remarkable."

Aunt Feng said with a smile: "Keeping the energy without taking it away is the way for monks to cultivate their possessions."

The old coachman frowned and said, "Merit is hard-earned. There must be something wrong with Chen Ping'an's brain."

Aunt Feng shook her head and didn't want to say more about it.

The so-called human nature, in the final analysis, is that you like to fight with yourself.

As a god, he is born with the ability to classify happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy down to the smallest detail, and then subdivide hundreds or even thousands of "realms" into order.

Regarding this matter, the saints of the three religions have many solutions. For example, Buddhism and Taoism all advocate "obeying one law". More recently, the old scholar who restored the divine position in the Confucian Temple has also been mentioned in the book of saints. To explore the secrets of heaven, for example, if there is doubt in observing an object, the center is uncertain and the external objects are unclear. When the moon is shining at night, one looks down at its shadow and thinks it is hiding a ghost... The heart is the king of form and the master of gods, so it is necessary Self-restraint, self-control, self-destruction, self-control... This is the essence of the old scholar's chapter on unveiling.

So at the inn earlier, the old scholar seemed to have mentioned his unveiling chapter casually.

At that time, Aunt Feng took away the breeze and stopped eavesdropping on the conversation.

The so-called gossip in the world was really not something she intentionally listened to. It was actually caused by her natal magical power.

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Chen Pingan returned the same way, approaching the inn, and happened to meet the girl going out. As soon as she saw the guy, the girl immediately turned around, ran back to the inn, walked around the counter, hid next to her father, and then pretended to start planning.

Chen Pingan crossed the threshold without squinting.

He stopped suddenly, turned around and walked out of the inn, heading towards the alley house.

The Queen Mother of Great Li finally arrived.

Over the counter, the girl whispered: "Dad, did I wrong him?"

The old shopkeeper said solemnly: "No, this guy is a man from the world of martial arts. He has many evil intentions and is playing hard to get."

Chen Pingan was quite helpless.

Walking slowly on the street with nothing to do, Chen Ping'an began to make a few random remarks.

The ancient bamboo horse beats the waist of the skirt, stands on the horse to listen to the sound of selling flowers, the lotus flowers are charming to fish, the screen window complains about the jade mat in autumn, and the jade leaks late, good things are near. The clouds can't send the boat across the river, the fairy sees the magpie bridge in the pot in the sky, and the mountain ghost ballad sings spring for thousands of years.