Sword of Coming

There is a bright moon on the sea.

The word "sheng" is really wonderful and has an endless aftertaste.

Even if it is a sword fairy who uses the method of imagining, no matter how fast the sword is, it is definitely not as good as the Sanshan Talisman that crosses continents casually, and it is also not as good as that night sailing ship.

A misty dharma figure flitted across thousands of islands in the sea. Above the sea, the majestic sword energy broke through countless seas of clouds, and Qingying opened up extremely long roads in the clouds.

Occasionally, a waterborn looked up in horror, only to see the cyan sword light flashing away, flickering on and off, and after a while, there was a series of deafening thunder, resounding in the lonely sea and sky.

Occasionally, the sword fairy lowered Yujian's figure, and his sword energy cut through the waves. He passed a certain island hanging overseas, and the emerald green in the mountains leaned to one side, rustling.

Passing through an unknown fairy house on the sea, there are row upon row of gorgeous buildings and bright lights.

The cyan figure that was about to hit the island in a straight line was divided into dozens of sword lights in an instant, high and low, just bypassing the ancestral mountain.

The radiant sword light, which was separated from the mountain, dragged out dazzling trails in the air, radiant with brilliance, and re-condensed into a line on the sea more than a hundred miles away.

During the interval between breath adjustment and breathing, the light of the sword slowed down, and Chen Pingan showed his figure, drawing a half-arc, his green shirt floated on the sea, striding on the waves, his sleeves fluttering, full of sea breeze.

Wanting to meet a ferryboat in the vast sea, or a qi refiner who travels far away with the wind, is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

Tonight, Chen Pingan really met one. This man was driving a talisman boat, slowly following a magical cloud shining under the moon, and the young monk threw his pole into the sea of ​​clouds.

Chen Pingan stopped at the edge of the sea of ​​colorful clouds. The leisurely young fishing man raised his eyes and asked in the elegant words of Nan Po Suozhou, "Who is it?"

Chen Pingan smiled in the most mellow and authentic Nazhou dialect: "The land **** who went out to sea to visit the gods." The young man twisted his wrist, pulled out the rod and scattered the bait, ripples burst into the sea of ​​colorful clouds, pulled back the fishing line, and rubbed a piece of secret again. Put the bait on the hook, throw the rod once, and the wind roars. The golden fishing line, which is so tiny and undetectable, is more than a hundred feet long.

, the young man smiled, "A fellow?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "The master of this way is not weaker than others."

The young man couldn't help laughing, and didn't speak a word, while the suspicious-looking strange man in blue shirt just stood there, his figure fluttering with the clouds, and he looked at it patiently for half an hour.

The young man had no choice but to say: "I often sit for tens of years, and I may not be able to catch a fish once. If you wait for me to catch a colorful winged crested fish before leaving, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Chen Ping raised his chin and asked, "Show me the fish basket?"

A bamboo fish basket was tied to the bow, which disappeared into the clouds. The rank is not bad, it is clearly a dragon king basket on the mountain.

The young man smiled and said, "Looking at no one around, are you sure that I don't have a Taoist protector, that you're bullying me that I'm not of a high level, and that you plan to kill people and rob me?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist is Da? Water from South Pasuo Continent?"

The young man with an ancient jade seal hanging from his waist frowned and said nothing. Did this person come prepared? Want both the Dragon King basket and this ancestral token? Today's Kai Ye Xiu has a lot of appetite.

It couldn't be because I bumped into a wild remnant hiding in the sea, right?

Very good, small fish don't eat big fish, let me weigh this person's weight. Long Cheng, the originator of Da?shui, who is also the young master, once obtained an ancient stone box protected by a **** and man in?shui. There were five seals in the box. Yu Confucian Temple. Long Cheng meticulously refined

The jade seal on that side was three hundred years old, and it has become the treasure of Da? At this moment, it is hanging on the waist of the young monk.

The young man put away his fishing rod, stood up, and reported his identity: "Da? Shui Caizhi Prefecture, Liu Xiang. Please tell me the name of your fellow Taoist, and teach you the Dharma."

Chen Ping waved his hand, indicating that he had no intention of discussing Taoism, and said with a smile: "I am very familiar with Yuan Qingshu."

The young man asked with a smile, "Does Uncle Yuan know you well?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Familiar too."

Liu Xiang narrowed his eyes, and said, "Why don't you be more straightforward and say that there is a no-things sign above your shop, with the phrase 'This place should know that I, Yuan Qingshu, is a sword fairy'?"

I never thought that the guy was really shameless, so he nodded and said: "Fellow Daoist helped me say what I wanted to say."

Luckily Liu Xiang is not weak in raising energy, otherwise I would have yelled at him. I was fishing in the South China Sea, which is far away from Aquarius Continent, and when I met a passer-by, he said that he was the last hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi? !

Did you think that Shan Zeyexiu was stupid because of money, or did you think I, Liu Xiang, were stupid?

Chen Pingan said: "Li Cai once returned a broken Yangjian gourd to Da? Shui."

Liu Xiang was puzzled, how did this guy know such a secret inside story?

Da?

Chen Pingan said: "Yuan Jianxian is addicted to wine. He once joked with Gao Kui at the top of the city that he used raised sword gourds to store wine, and used the name of a big demon to hide the current wine and vegetables. The taste is endless, the most delicious."

Liu Xiang asked: "Who are you?!"

Damn, if you are really that young hermit official, I will take your surname!

In short, Liu Xiang just didn't believe that the person in green shirt in front of him happened to be the Chen Jianxian who he was thinking about, there was no such a coincidence in the world. Besides, Li Cai and other sword celestials who have been visiting Da? Jae...this

Liu Xiang, through various mountain rumors and gossip, verified the statement of some intercontinental ferry stewards and captains that the young hermit official was indeed vigorous and resolute.

The most important thing is that they all swear that the young sword fairy is not ordinary handsome, and outsiders can recognize his unusualness at a glance.

Liu Xiang took a closer look. The man in front of him, with a hosta on his head, a green shirt, long gown and cloth shoes, in terms of appearance... can only be regarded as Zhou Zheng, in terms of demeanor... silly, he stood there and watched himself fishing for half an hour, it must not be Chen Pingan!

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Friends of Taoism are vulgar, don't you respect your appearance."

Liu Xiang held back for a long time, and asked tentatively, "Fellow Daoist, did you use the Immortal Family Disguise Technique?"

Chen Pingan was speechless for a moment.

If it's not a sword repair, it's just difficult to talk about.

After all, Liu Xiang was lucky and wanted to chat a few words, but saw the man in the blue shirt wave his sleeves, and in an instant, a sea of ​​colorful clouds surged violently, and several fishes jumped out of the clouds by themselves and jumped into the talisman boat.

The next moment, the green shirt was gone, and Liu Xiang lingered in his ear, "Daoist friends returned home, just said that they caught it by themselves, so there is no need to go to the Nanhai Fish Market to buy it."

Liu Xiang was in a daze. Although he was still unable to determine the identity of the other party, they were "people of the same path", so they must be right.

Then at the border between the South China Sea and the East China Sea, Chen Pingan suddenly stopped and looked down at a bright moon in the sea. There was an old Taoist priest in purple clothes with a gourd on his back, slowly rising from the bright moon.

It was a phantom that Yu Xuan used supernatural powers to appear in the world.

Chen Ping slapped the boss, "The younger generation has met Yu Laoren."

Yu Xuan returned the salute with a smile, "You don't need to be too polite, Daoist Chen."

Chen Ping asked with a smile: "Are you worried that the younger generation will mislead the younger generation?"

Yu Xuan waved his hands and said, "How is that possible? The poor way's vision of seeing people, and the preaching skills of fellow Taoists are the best in the world."

That's what I said, but after all, it was a bit shocking for a person in the fairyland to dare to speak of the method of ascension. At that time, Bai Jing would have mistakenly thought that his mountain master was drunk and talking drunk.

Yu Xuan was naturally still a little worried. Walking hand in hand on the sea covered with moonlight like snow-white fish scales, knowing the old man's worries, Chen Pingan carefully said his words, and said slowly: "This closed-door practice, the real years that Taoist Ding needs to pass away, are ten years short. Years

, as long as a hundred years. "

Yu Xuan silently twisted his beard. You have to figure it out.

With Daoist Ding's monastic aptitude, it is not impossible for him to ascend the Tao within two to three hundred years.

Chen Pingan said to himself: "It's not that it can't take longer, but it's meaningless."

Yu Xuan finally couldn't help but asked, "How do you say?"

Chen Ping smiled and said: "Don't you say that there is a Jiazi in the mountain, and it has been a thousand years in the world? How can the imaginary age of a cultivator be compared with the first year of a common man at the bottom of the mountain." Yu Xuan became nervous, and tentatively said: "Chen Daoist, Daoist Ding is a poor Taoist. The best seedling under the sect, even if the jade is not perfect, you have to have a degree, right? How about revealing the details to a bystander like Pindao? The so-called "virtual"

Years old', how old is it? "

Chen Ping just gave a vague answer, "The shortest is 10,000 years, and the longest is 100 million years."

Yu Xuan was stunned.

Half true and half false.

Really, it is Chen Daoyou's method that is really unimaginable, ingenious, and thought of something that no one has ever thought of. False, I am still worried about Daoist Ding, drifting with the tide in the long river of time, spending too much time, and a Taoist heart can't survive.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Those who see the true self in the chaos can prove the Tao outside the Tao and ascend."

Yu Xuan asked, "Can you explain it carefully?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said, "If you don't want to, you really can't."

Yu Xuan stretched out his hand and grabbed Chen Ping'an's arm, "It's only been a few days since we saw each other, and now Daoist Chen is separated. We were at the top of Jiling Peak before, and we talked very sincerely?"

Daoyou Chen, you still owe me five hundred coins of gold and fine copper. It’s rare for the poor to take a trip to Haoran.

Chen Ping said helplessly: "In the future, I will regularly inform seniors about the progress of Daoist Ding's practice, exactly."

Yu Xuan nodded and said, "That's fine. There is a surprise from time to time, and it's more worth looking forward to than a one-shot deal."

Chen Pingan thought for a while, and gave an obscure so-called answer, "The method of ascension that I have figured out must first seek self-proof, then build a bridge of longevity, and finally seek the way outside."

Yu Xuan chewed for a while, "It's worthwhile for the poor to have just heard this talk."

Chen Pingan began to change the subject and asked, "Senior, is there anything else you want to say here?"

Yu Xuan hummed, and stretched out his fingers to the distance, "I made a temporary calculation earlier, and there will be a reunion in the near future. It can be said to be related to you, of course, it can have nothing to do with it, it depends on whether you are willing to swim in the muddy water." Chen Ping An guessed the general reason, and with a decision in his heart, he asked a digression, "Why has there never been a mountain **** sitting on the Quanjiao Mountain in Fuyao Island? Whether it was officially established by the imperial court, or the heroic spirits built their own temples ,good

Like never before in history. "

Yu Xuan hesitated for a moment, and said with a smile: "The mountains and rivers are full of spirits, they are either gods or immortals. There are always those who like to be pure when they practice supernatural powers or immortals in the mountains."

The old man put away the illusion of the moon phase, while Chen Pingan continued to swim far away on the sea with his sword.

———A few Taoist priests who teach the classics, work as free masters in Jumping Fish Mountain together, and help the monks carefully selected by the eight Great Li Dynasty to teach some secrets that do not involve the sect and do not violate the taboos on the mountain Superficial way, actually not

It's not a difficult task, but these four Taoist priests with different ancestors, they don't see each other when they look up and down every day. As time goes by, they naturally get to know each other better.

It is also in Tiaoyushan, where the boxing is taught in the Martial Arts Field, and the place of preaching here is in an empty hall. There are a few futons on the ground, which are said to be purchased from Sanlang Temple in Luzhou, Beiju with a lot of money. have to.

Baifeng and the others have all talked about their situation, but Xiangtong is the only one who refuses to say a word. At that time, even Xue Zhisui, the heavenly ruler with the highest realm and seniority, made no secret of it, saying that he was led by Chen Shanzhu into a nine-story glazed pagoda, with an extra broom in his hand, and we would sweep the pagoda together every day. Xue Zhisui from the bottom

After sweeping, Chen Pingan began to sweep the tower from the top floor. Whenever Xue Zhisui chose to sweep from the top floor, Chen Ping would sweep from the first floor again.

Today he was chased by Liang Chaoguan again, Xiangtong was really annoyed by them, so he squeezed out two words between his teeth, "Walk around."

It's really not that Xiangtong is hypocritical, it's really unbearable to look back on the past, every time he thinks about it, Xiangtong can't help but shed tears of bitterness for himself. It turned out that because of his high level, strange methods, and confusion, he insisted on dragging Xiangtong through thousands of mountains and rivers together, spending about a hundred years of illusory time. The surname Chen always likes to give him difficult problems, which makes him lose his whole body of Taoism, and there is no aura in the world, but he wants to force him to be a beggar who fled from the country, and insists on relying on his ability to rely on a broken bowl. Only the gentry on the wealthy side can pass the test. Having worked as a fast-moving subordinate in the county government for many years, relying on

With a little "ancestral" three-legged cat handle, but every day to arrest those gangsters who fly around the walls casually, and wipe out some water bandits, he was almost hacked to death several times. The imperial list of the capital announces the good news, as an errand runner begging for a few bounties from the gentry of Xinke Jinshi, finally relying on his clever legs and feet, he knows how to climb over the wall and take shortcuts, and when he gets the money, he may even be blocked in the alley by a few colleagues After punching and kicking, the guy would jump out and say a few nasty words like "in broad daylight, under the feet of the emperor, don't be too arrogant", scaring away those bastards, and then he put his arms around his chest and leaned against the wall , smiling and looking at the blue-nosed face

The swollen self staggered to his feet. Chen Pingan even asked him to do the river and lake work of crushing boulders in the chest in the downtown area of ​​the thoroughfare or at the water transport dock. middle,

But that guy has already started to shout loudly, selling Dali pills.

Occasionally, there are some leisurely mountain trips. The guy said that it was a combination of work and rest, and he was afraid that his Taoism would collapse, and it would be difficult to explain to fellow Taoist in the future. Wearing straw sandals and carrying a basket on the back of the mountain to collect herbs together, and visiting the immortals to enjoy the scenery, the guy was full of nonsense and nonsense. Some doggerel poems that neither understand the allusions nor match the rhythm of the rhyme. Xie Lianxiang Tonger, only Chen

Doctor. Once in the capital of the dynasty, he took over a boot shop whose business was sluggish. How could Xiangtong know this, so he was blinded. In the end, under the guidance of Chen, Xiangtong sold a list of officials by the way. really making money

up. Xiangtong has also been a silversmith who steals, rapes and plays tricks. Not only is he a businessman full of money, but Xiangtong who thinks he has a bottom line in life is about to turn against that guy directly.

However, they also opened a good incense and candle shop outside a certain temple.

Neither making money nor losing money, Xiangtong is neither busy nor idle every day, but is relatively calm.

Liang Chaoguan saw that the famously arrogant Xiangtong acted like a gourd again, and asked suspiciously: "Xiangtong, since you hate Chen Shanzhu so much, why did you stay? Once you leave, wouldn't it be out of sight?" Don't worry."

Xiang Tong was silent for a moment, then said sullenly: "Stay here and sharpen your Dao heart."

Liang Chaoguan patted Xiangtong on the shoulder, laughed and said: "Facing the difficulties, ascending to the climate!"

Xiangtong glanced sideways at Liang Chaoguan who was close to him, and the latter withdrew his palm resentfully.

Only then did Xiangtong ask: "What level of aptitude do these children belong to among the youngest generation of Taoist priests in our Taofu Mountain?"

Bai Feng staggered her hands and fingers, straightened her waist, and stretched her waist. She was really too lazy to answer such an idiotic but sweet question. Liang Chaoguan said with a smile: "After all, it is the fairy seedlings selected by the Dali Song family with the power of the whole country. It is not difficult to exchange them with us and become the direct disciples of the members of the ancestors of the peaks. One or two with the best qualifications , better luck, enter

After gaining the Dharma Eye of a certain patriarch, earning his disciples, and cultivating Taoism for a hundred years, maybe he is the second Lubiyu of the Feixian Palace on a certain peak? "

Lubiyu was helpless. Although he was in Feixian Palace, Liang Chaoguan was in Yihou Peak of Taofu Mountain in his ancestral court. There are four sects in one mountain and countless Taoist priests. Any intersection, but I have heard about Liang Chaoguan for a long time. After all, he is a genius who went to Yunmeng Cave to practice with his real skills. In addition to cultivating Taoism, according to the Zongmen's internal reports and some rumors, Liang Chaoguan is a very serious Taoist priest.

Law, but also to practice the sword, it seems that there is no such words to escape. The girl in the sable hat checked the progress of those little melon skins, she looked displeased, frowned, and was not very satisfied. She clearly taught the Taoist formula seriously, and explained every step carefully, why is it still useless? He slammed around like a fly, but he just cursed a few times, but it seemed that his preaching skills were not good enough. Xie Gou insisted on a few words of encouragement, intending to let a certain general priest teach it several times according to the outline he made.

Stupid, maybe the negative and the negative can be positive, but it will have a miraculous effect?

Xie Gou glanced at Bai Feng's chest, the ermine hat girl didn't say anything, just shook her head, sighed, and left.

Liang Chaoguan lowered his voice and asked, "Miss Xie, what do you mean?"

Lubiyu dare not express his opinion on this kind of issue.

Xiangtong said bluntly, "I find it cumbersome."

Lu Biyu said: "Miss Xie is not easy."

Liang Chaoguan echoed, "Unfathomable."

Bai Feng sneered and said, "Drink the wine and understand."

Xiang Tong, who was born in Hebei Peak, had the highest realm, and in fact, his vision was also the highest. He hesitated to speak, but still didn't express his conjecture.

Xie Gou, who looks like a girl, is very likely to be a swordsman whose swordsmanship is far superior to Mi Yu's.

The second enshrinement of Luobashan, Xiangtong firmly believed in her so-called cutting off the old throne.

I heard that she also has a Taoist companion called "Xiaomo". If there is no accident, she will also be a sword fairy.

Liang Chaoguan clasped the back of his head with his hands and sighed, "I really don't know how Mr. Chen gathered them together."

Except for Zhongtu Shenzhou, each continent is either a nominal Taoist master like Tianjun Qi Zhen and Xie Shi, or a mountain leader like Jing Hao, with infinite scenery.

But if you really want to calculate the size of the territory, the vastness of the four seas outside of Jiuzhou is far from being comparable to the mountains and rivers of a certain continent.

In addition to the high-ranking and powerful Mrs. Dan Dan who is in charge of land and water transportation, the new Lord of the Four Seas, Zhu, the true dragon king of the East China Sea, Li Yehou, the **** of the South China Sea, "Jiaoyue", Liu Rouxi, Biyuan of the West Sea, and Wei Tianting, the **** of the North Sea, "Hongyun".

The undersea mansion of Mr. Donghai. Recently, the purple air in the mansion is rising, and the weather is grand, forming a huge vortex on the sea surface. The generals and soldiers of the Water Mansion have to patrol around to enforce martial law. Unless they hold a special certificate issued by the inspection department, everything has nothing to do with others and is unreliable.

close.

Today, there are twenty-four divisions set up within the jurisdiction of the Water Mansion, dotted all over the place, like the imperial city of a secular dynasty, occupying a boundary of thousands of miles, guarding this central "Miyagi".

Outside the nine-foot-tall vermilion lacquer gate, in the blue jade square, an old man in a green shirt with his hands behind his back appeared out of nowhere, "It's resplendent and majestic, it can scare people."

A general in golden armor holding an iron spear lightly poked the ground with the bottom of the spear, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is coming, please tell us your identity quickly!"

The old man turned a deaf ear to it and just looked up at the uneven plaques.

Another high-ranking **** of the Water Mansion came to the door, followed by a group of elite warriors with clanking iron armor.

The uninvited guest who didn't know how to cross the many passes still didn't look at the group of priests and soldiers of the Water Palace.

The **** general stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife, and reminded: "It is a felony to trespass on the water palace."

The old man looked away, bored, yawned, and said with a smile: "I have to suppress the realm, so as not to scare you to death, it is very hard."

Saber God General took a step forward, "You're still playing tricks, if you don't report your name, don't blame Ben General for taking you to the water prison."

The old man in green shirt said: "Okay, I have nothing to talk to you guys, let that Wang Zhu get out and meet the old man."

The **** general is going to activate the water mansion formation, and mobilize one of the water veins to smash at this old fellow who speaks out loud.

As a result, the high-ranking **** general was horrified to find that the water vein belonging to one of the water mansion formations was completely out of control.

The old man said to himself: "That's right, how dare she show up in front of me." "A torrential rain, the rain that splits into the four seas, is not uncommon. The little girl's film luck is good, let her take the first step, and get away with it .Indeed, in terms of luck, compared with this evil dragon who survived the catastrophe, how many Li Yehous are different?

dominant. "

"So she dared not see me even more."

A priestess from the Etiquette Department hurried over with a respectful expression, but she hesitated to speak.

How to address each other is really difficult.

The one who came was Chen Qingliu, the dragon slayer!

The old man said: "Hey, finally there is someone who is not blind."

The Chief of the Etiquette Department bestowed a blessing, "I have seen Chen Xianjun."

Chen Qingliu nodded, and said with a smile: "Wang Zhu has made up his mind not to go out to entertain guests?"

The female officer looked embarrassed.

Just now, King Zhu of Water made a decree, roughly meaning to thank guests behind closed doors today.

Chen Qingliu sneered, "I'm scared out of my wits."

Some Shuifu **** generals who are determined to be the master and humiliate their ministers, even if they have already guessed the identity of the old man in green clothes, they still want to fight him.

Chen Qingliu moved forward, together with the female official of the Department of Rituals, all the generals and soldiers of the Water Palace couldn't help themselves, no matter how they struggled, they still had to kneel on the ground.

As if the way of heaven is slowly pressing down on the top, they can't help but stand still.

Chen Qingliu took every step.

In a large hall of the Water Mansion, the water king Zhu who was originally sitting on the dragon chair had a distorted face, pale and colorless, and his hands that were tightly covering the handle of the chair began to tremble.

When Chen Qingliu entered the water mansion and got closer and closer to the main hall, Wang Zhu, who had reached the fourteenth realm, still didn't even dare to think of leaving the dragon chair.

When Chen Qingliu was strolling in the courtyard, he came to the threshold of the main hall.

Inside the main hall, Zhu, the King of the Fourteenth Realm, no longer has a human form, but a giant snow-white dragon is entrenched.

The gigantic body of a real dragon, even though it tried its best to curl up, still occupied half of the wide and deep hall.

Chen Qingliu still had his hands behind his back, his expression was as usual, but there was a bit more irony in his eyes, he raised one foot, stepped on the threshold, and said, "Slightly stronger than before, just hiding, not running."

The snow-white dragon slowly raised its head to a height of more than ten feet. It was just such a small movement, which seemed to consume all its energy and energy.

It's staring at that... Butcher!

Blood feud, but that's all.

Chen Qingliu smiled and said, "Aren't you desperate? You're already in the 14th realm, but after seeing me, you find it's so difficult for you to even raise your head? After a sliver of hope is shattered, it's probably true despair."

Wang Zhu was in a daze, maintaining his true spirit, and said hoarsely: "If you kill me, you will also fall!"

Confucian temple rules? It is destined to be unable to stop this dragon slayer.

Moreover, Wang Zhu would never beg for mercy with the Confucian Temple.

Chen Qingliu sneered and said: "The world today is different from the past, and there is still a lack of real dragons? After killing one Wang Zhu, there will naturally be a second one to make up for it. Some are busy."

In the battle of killing the dragon three thousand years ago, there were no real dragons in the world. A Lizhu Cave was created out of thin air.

Chen Qingliu retired and disappeared without a trace. But even if he didn't show up again, for three thousand years, there is still no dragon species in the world who dares to cross the thunder pool.

"I was just passing by and came here as a guest, but what you said is not pleasant."

Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "Then take this head of yours and try to sharpen the edge of a long sword that has been sharpened for three thousand years?"

The pair of golden eyes of this real snow-white dragon showed obvious hesitation, and the two dragon whiskers swayed slowly, rippling with bursts of pure golden light.

Chen Qingliu has an unknown Taoist name, "Qingzhu".

This dragon slayer possessed a more concealed single-word flying sword. But it wasn't like this from the very beginning, but the sword cultivator used battle to nourish the battle, tempered the sword edge, and polished it out bit by bit.

Feijian's natal supernatural power is just one word.

cut.

Chen Qingliu stretched out his hand to grab it, and the infinite sea water in the boundary of Shuifu dried up in an instant, and finally condensed into a long blue sword.

Standing up the long sword, Chen Qingliu put his fingers together, flicked it lightly, the blade vibrated and trembled endlessly.

Wang Zhu was already very reluctant to resist the aura that was like the coercion of heaven, but she absolutely refused to kill her, raised her claws, and pressed heavily on the ground of the hall.

Chen Qingliu shook his head, "You guys are in the new fourteenth realm, you are so weak that it is ridiculous."

Wang Zhu was so suppressed that he lost his real body and regained his human form, bleeding from his seven orifices, curled up on the dragon chair.

Just at this moment, Chen Qingliu was about to step over the threshold and bestow the sword on that poor fellow, when he suddenly stopped and cursed, "Old man Yu likes to be troublesome."

It turned out that there was a middle-aged man beside him, who also looked like a Confucian scholar in green shirt.

It was Chen Pingan.

Chen Qingliu snorted, "Haven't the contract between you two been terminated?"

Chen Pingan nodded and smiled, "Unknowingly, I formed the contract passively, and when I came back to my senses, I took the initiative to terminate the contract."

Chen Qingliu squinted at the young mountain master, and said, "Young man, with Ning Yao as a Taoist companion, are you still not satisfied? Eating what's in your mouth and thinking about what's in the pot, isn't it good?"

Chen Pingan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, it was all about what.

"Want to save her? How to save her? A little Nascent Soul, who just jumped over the fairyland on the first floor of Yupu, dares to show up here?"

Chen Qingliu turned around and casually shook the long sword in his hand, "Aren't we going to talk about the realm apart from the realm?"

Chen Ping glanced at Wang Zhu who was sitting on the dragon chair in the room. Wang Zhu's face was frosty and he didn't appreciate it.

Holding the sword in one hand, Chen Qingliu took a step towards Chen Pingan, and said with a smile, "I don't understand, I'm very curious, how can you stop me, just because we are both surnamed Chen?"

Chen Ping made a bow and said, "Boldly beg senior to withdraw his sword."

Wang Zhuping was furious for no reason, and screamed, "Don't beg him!"

When you were young, you asked for help, when you were young, you asked for help, and now you still ask for help? !

My Wang Zhu is already in the fourteenth realm, and the luck of the dragons in the world is condensed in me. Since life and death are conceited, don't you need to meddle in your own business? !

Chen Ping squinted at the hall, and said angrily, "Shut up, you."

Wang Zhu trembled with anger.

Chen Qingliu reminded with a smile: "Chen Ping, think it over, today is my enemy, the price is not small, and the sequelae are even greater." Chen Ping's eyes were firm, and he said slowly: "About Wang Zhu, Mr. Qi has something to entrust. I need to be her guardian at least once. At least from the current point of view, Wang Zhu, who left Lizhu Dongtian, did not take any act of arrogance.

There is no need to hand over the sword to kill the dragon. "

"oh?"

Chen Qingliu twitched the corners of his mouth, "Qi Jingchun told you personally?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "Mr. Qi doesn't need to say it."

Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "The Immortal Realm, it's too useless. Why don't you call the old scholar to come over and make the paste? I also have a suggestion, it's best to bring Li Sheng with you."

Chen Pingan was silent.

Chen Qingliu waited patiently for a moment, then sneered: "How can a person live such a pitiful life?"

Shaking his head, Chen Qingliu's wrist trembled, and the long sword was scattered into sea water, "I don't want to bully a junior, just treat it as if you owe me a sword questioning in the same realm."

Chen Qingliu glanced at Wang Zhu, and jokingly said: "Twice for saving lives, you can't promise twice with your body? I can help guard the door."

Wang Zhu tremblingly raised an arm, lowered his head, and wiped the blood on his face with the sleeve of his dragon robe.

Chen Qingliu put his hands behind his back and said, "Chen Dajianxian, walk with me?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Chen Qingliu's first question was unexpected, "In the Great Wall of Sword Qi, has Chen Qing ever commented on the level of swordsmanship?"

Chen Pingan said truthfully: "The boss sword fairy never mentioned senior."

Chen Qingliu rubbed his chin, "It really makes people angry."

Chen Ping smiled.

Chen Pingan asked curiously: "I have something to ask, did Zou Zi ever target you in the way of cultivation, senior?"

Chen Qingliu laughed and said, "I don't like being nosy when I'm full. Besides, I can't become a pure swordsman at the fifteenth level, I'm not pure enough."

Chen Qingliu changed the question again, "I've just mastered water swordsmanship, what do you think is the difference between me and Chen Qingdu?"

Chen Pingan said: "Leaving aside the killing power, each has its own merits in the way of swordsmanship. Besides, the gap in swordsmanship is not small. Even if each is perfect, the circle is divided into big and small."

Chen Qingliu nodded, without saying a word, but turned around.

In the main hall, Wang Zhu, who had just sat up, turned pale in an instant.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to add, "Senior said that he was destined not to be able to become a fifteenth-level swordsman. This junior thought it was a self-deprecating statement. The spirit of Qingzhu, who came out of the mountain with his sword and retreated with his sword, would never be so low."

Chen Qingliu hummed.

Only talk about spirit, not achievement. It's a big truth.

Two or two were speechless, walking side by side.

Before Chen Qingliu left this East Sea mansion, he said for no reason, "So what if you have reached the peak of the world in practice, but you are the least free. Establishing a religion and calling it an ancestor, you will feel that the world is narrow."

After saying these words, Chen Qingliu went to the wild world through a passage to return to the ruins.

Chen Ping just wanted to travel far away with Yujian, so he continued on his way.

Wang Zhu, who had recovered as usual, came to him.

After all, he is a fourteenth realm in his own dojo.

Chen Pingan said: "I was able to get the opportunity to become a sword holder back then. What I did and thought is not the real key. In the final analysis, it is because of Mr. Qi's trust in me."

Wang Zhu pursed his lips.

Chen Ping said calmly: "Whether they are here or not, don't let those who give us hope down."

Wang Zhu bit his lip.

Chen Ping put his arms around his sleeves, "As long as you never disappoint Mr. Qi, I am asking a senior not to use the sword today, and I don't need to ask in the future."

Wang Zhu turned to look at this former neighbor, and she slowly raised her hand.

Chen Pingan moved a few steps sideways in an instant, his expression full of alertness.

After all, there are two realms behind.

But Wang Zhu just narrowed his eyes and stroked his temple hair.

Chen Ping tipped his toes, and the sword light left the water mansion like a rainbow.

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In the peaceful world, the earth is always spring, and the countryside is full of smoke from cooking. Some guests come from the west, and their clothes are still covered with apricot blossom rain.

On Luopo Mountain, an old man dressed in a Taoist robe and a gourd scoop around his waist came this day. He was dusty and carried a piano bag.

Old Immortal Jia just happened to come to drink tea at this table today, and catch up with the Taoist Priest Xianwei who has now been promoted to the head of a mountain.

The visitor claimed to be a Lushan Taoist, Hong Chengxian, named Yujian. Because I didn't think about mountain climbing, I didn't register with Taoist Xianwei.

The old Taoist was more talkative, and said he was good at playing the qin made by Lei Shi. He met an equally talkative old fairy Jia, and they had a good conversation. The old Taoist took off the piano bag and showed his hand.

Jia Sheng was full of admiration, and commented on a sincere sentence from the bottom of his heart, "It is true, it is clear, there is no smoke, and the meaning is beyond the world."

In fact, there are often Qi practitioners like Hong Chengxian who pretend to "pass by" the foot of the mountain. It's just that there are not many people who dare to sit at the table like the old Taoist priest.

Hong Chengxian drank tea, hit it off with that old fairy Jia, stepped on the watermelon rind, and chatted wherever he went, chatting, just rushing, now talking about his friend,

It is considered that his official career has been smooth, and he once served as a minister of the Ministry of Rites of a country. Old Immortal Jia sees through but doesn't tell, making friends out of thin air.

Hong Chengxian continued: "Pindao met him when he was young, when he was the secretary, and he met this arrogant young man who was the third guard."

Old Immortal Jia asked tentatively, "Qijiaguan?"

Hong Chengxian nodded with a smile, and revealed his shortcomings, "It is indeed an official from the family. He is the secretary who writes books when he gets on the bus, and what is in his body is the secretary."

Jia Sheng stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Dao is from a friendly family background, so it's no wonder that his speech and behavior are so elegant and natural." Hong Chengxian continued to tell the story of that friend. After becoming Minister of the Ministry of Rites, he had a suggestion with His Majesty the Emperor that it is a good thing for a ruler in charge of a country and a minister who governs a country to be devout and faithful to the Buddha, but he should not blindly flatter the Buddha. If the blood of the common people is exhausted for the altar, the Buddha, if he has a spirit, would not be willing to make offerings. If one loses the treasury, misses the agricultural work, and wastes the people's power to get the blessing, then the blessing will be greater than the blessing that is prayed for. Practicing Buddhism can cultivate the capital of the next life. Confucianism's cultivation of Qi and Zhiping is to solve today's problems. The second monarch changed his course and began to advocate Taoism, and turned to destroy temples and Buddhas. It was still the old man who had just been conferred the title of Crown Prince and Taibao, who openly opposed the emperor's extermination of Buddhism and worship of Taoism. The reason is that it is wrong to say that today is near, and the next life is far away. Then the next life is far away, today is near, just look at the light of today

Day, it is also wrong not to look at the afterlife in this body. Some people in the ruling and opposition circles said that he was trying to gain fame and reputation, and that he would not be guaranteed at the end of the day. Only a few people think that he is truly mellow. Speaking of this, the old Taoist raised his withered palm and patted the piano bag on the table lightly, "From young to old, we are all close friends, but he became an official, a poor Taoist cultivator, and it is inevitable that he will gradually drift away. No more books, times have changed, old places

Revisiting, the previous years were blown away by the rain and the wind, the old friend's house was overgrown with weeds, the old wood was thin and tough, and the branches were like tendons. There is only one ancient begonia, which is still graceful and graceful, like a peerless beauty who admires herself alone. "

Old Immortal Jia sighed endlessly, and followed up, "I don't know how many times, I have passed out drunk in the shadow of flowers."

Cui Chengxian picked up the water bowl and said sadly: "There is no solution."

Jia Sheng was not very willing to comment on this matter, so he just picked up the bowl and bumped into Cui Chengxian.

At this moment, the young Taoist priest sitting on the bamboo chair suddenly said, "There is a solution."

Cui Chengxian turned his head and asked with a smile: "What's the explanation?" Xianwei replied: "If you want to be powerless, you will resign from office and retire to the mountains and forests. This kind of high morale and integrity, the family members and grandchildren have seen it, and the government and the people have seen it. They all know that there is still something in the world. Scholars read books in this way, so it is right

of. ""It's really helpless, it's hard to change the situation from turbid to clear, and I have to pretend to be false, and join forces with people who don't believe in the same way, but I do my best, mend it in secret, and do a lot of good things that benefit the people and the country, and outsiders scold me as I please.

If you scold me, your fame will be ruined once, but you have a clear conscience, so this is also right. "

"Two kinds of things, two people, two hearts, have never failed, and they have really taken root, and will bloom and bear fruit in the hearts of others. They may not be lush, but like that crabapple."

Hearing this, the old man thought about it for a moment and sighed, "So that's how it is."

Taoist Xianwei smiled and said nothing.

Sure enough, I can't discuss the details of Taoism in the teaching with others, and speaking these "general Taoist language" is what I am good at.

The last time I made a show for Li Muzhou of the Jingwei Temple, now Xianwei is afraid when he meets a true Taoist priest. It was still hard to muster up the courage to say a few words.

Of course, the main reason is that Taoist Xianwei is not worried about saying the wrong thing because of the presence of the old **** Jia, who sits at the gate of the mountain.

But do as the Romans do, you still have to treat people with sincerity, Xianwei wanted to strike while the iron was hot and add a few more words, but he couldn't think of a good way to say it for a while, so he hinted at the master of this way at the table, the great master with his eyes!

Old Immortal Jia immediately understood, it was his duty to do his duty, and immediately followed up with a few sincere words, "The truth is such a big truth."

"People, of course, can't be vulgar, but they can't be unconventional at all." "If you really want to make these empty truths come true, as the Taoist Xianwei said, it's like sprouting, blossoming and bearing fruit, or letting a sapling grow like a tree. Big and straight, one day it is expected to tower to the sky, and it can shade relatives, neighbors and passers-by

, we have to be the Lord of the Mountain to dismantle the great principles in detail. "

Xian Wei admired it very much, probably this means that experts can know if there is one as soon as they make a move, and they are indeed a bit better than themselves.

Cui Chengxian put down the white bowl, "Since Old Immortal Jia is willing to treat people with sincerity, it is not good for Pindao to continue to use a false identity. In fact, Pindao's Taoist name is Kongshan, and the ashram houses are called Cocoons."

Jia Sheng asked: "Burning incense and sitting quietly, an empty mountain alone? A cocoon that binds itself?"

Cui Chengxian nodded and said: "Pin Dao used to dig a well to make alchemy in a small place called Quanjiao Mountain. He practiced for many years. Unfortunately, he was not talented enough, and the Dao of Longevity misled me."

The old Taoist patted the gourd ladle on his waist, and said with a hearty smile: "I usually make some wine by myself, which is not bad, but the poor Taoist failed the good wine. The Daoist wronged me and the wrong wine, so it's even."

Jia Sheng raised his bowl, replaced wine with tea, and sighed: "A Taoist walks the way, meets mountains and lives in mountains, meets water and stops water, and walks like a god."

At the gate of the mountain, there were only three of them anyway, and they were all Taoist priests. If you praise the two of them, you can also praise yourself by the way. Cui Chengxian, whose dao name is Kongshan, stood up, and the thin old man put his piano bag back on his back again, and said with a smile: "It's ridiculous to say, when the poor Daoist first entered the mountain to practice, he was young and frivolous, he didn't know the heights of the sky, and he looked down on the world. three mountains one

people. "

The old Taoist continued to wander alone.

Old Immortal Jia didn't take today's encounter too seriously, but just performed normally, at an average level.

When Chen Ping crossed the sea with his sword all the way, boarded the land of Aquarius Continent, and entered the boundary of Beiyue, he asked Wei Shenjun to help him and returned to Luopo Mountain in an instant.

At the gate of the mountain, Chen Pingan said with a smile after hearing a general idea from the old fairy Jia, "It seems that I missed a worldly expert."

Jia Sheng helped to revise a sentence, "Miss each other, let's leave."

Cui Zongzhu has sent a letter with flying sword, telling Mi Dajianxian not to forget to return to his sect on time, Mi Xuefeng is going to start the magic mirror, everything is ready, only Chief Mi is left.

Jiang Shangzhen, who was a teacher in that village school, even abducted a few Mongolian children from neighboring villages to study in his own village school. He felt that his skill in enlightenment and teaching had surpassed that of Chen Shanzhu.

In the jumping fish mountain, Master Wen, who can't be shaken to sleep, take a bath, change clothes and sit on the bench to bask in the sun every day, no matter his skin is itchy, he still feels that he is doing well again.

One day he even took the initiative to ask Pei Qian, who only gave one punch a day, to raise his realm to the limit.

After Pei Qian made sure that Wen carefully wasn't joking, he punched down, and there was a big hole in the wall next to the martial arts arena.

Before Wen carefully passed out, he vaguely heard Master Zheng say something like "Old rules, bookkeeping, my brothers get a 20% discount".

The guy named Baixuan often came to hang out in the Martial Arts Field. When he saw this punch, he quickly picked up the purple sand pot and drank wolfberry tea, suppressing his shock.

Zheng Dafeng was soft-spoken and made several oaths before he was lucky enough to read the book of heroes. After closing the book, Zheng Dafeng said something to be fair, it is really a book of life and death. Sitting on the bamboo chair under the eaves, Bai Xuan looked at the martial arts master whom Zheng Dafeng said was "weak in body but not weak in spirit". Mature, just wait for yourself to throw a cup

For the sake of reason, Brother Wen can be the vanguard general when besieging Pei Qian together.

How did Wen Xinxiu know the way here, let alone the matter of being exceptionally listed, in the eyes of Master Zheng, who sees through and doesn't tell the truth, it is considered to be laying on the floor at the gate of hell. In any case, this kid Baixuan has a weird personality, a bit weird, old-fashioned in speaking and doing things, but besides Master Zheng, he is the second member of the Luobashan genealogy who recognizes him, so we sit in rows together under the eaves on weekdays, warmly If you are careful, you are willing to chat with Bai Xuan a few more words. Especially when he learned that Bai Xuan was already a hidden sword cultivator at the Dragon Gate level at such a young age, Wen Xiangxiu was more willing to talk warmly with him, and Zheng Dafeng held back his words.

Be bad, be happy secretly.

The two were on Jiling Peak, and they only knew how to eat and drink all day long. I don’t know who made a small report. They filed a complaint with Chen Shanzhu, and they were driven to Tiaoyu Mountain. They didn't go to the martial arts arena on the other side of Yingyu Peak in Tiaoyu Mountain to help, but in Huaying Peak, Mi Dajian used flying swords to poke the embryos of those cultivators randomly, and Zhong Qian, who was a martial artist with a golden body, was just like that. Arrow target, let those eight qi refiners mess up

smashing technique. The sable hat girl, who seemed to be the top spot and the chief master, was more satisfied, it was a mess, just look at the excitement.

But they don't go to Huaying Peak often, and there is no point of view. Those who fish for three days and hang nets for two days, as long as no one urges them, they will resolutely not go.

Zhong Qian wanted to make that Gantang worshiper work harder, so she urged the old man to settle down at Huaying Peak, so as not to have to jump back and forth between Yushan Mountain and Sword Worshiping Platform. The old deaf child laughed and said nothing.

I am called Lao Deaf, I am not an old fool.

In addition to Fuyao, Chen Pingan set up a cloud nest formation in Jumping Fish Mountain.

Before that, it was obvious that Chen Shanzhu didn't want Mili to have too much interaction with this group of "outsiders", who strictly belonged to the unnamed disciples of Luopo Mountain.

But it may be a temporary change of mind, Chen Shanzhu suddenly figured out something, so Zhou Hufa's great cause of patrolling mountains is flourishing.

The mountain guards of Luopo Mountain seem to have Fuyaolu and Tiaoyushan, these two silent and dumb capable generals. The little girl in black was wandering alone on the mountain patrol road, with no one around, a green bamboo stick threatening, and a small pole swishing. She secretly put on the cloak that the old cook tailored for her and was just the right size, and followed the instructions of Good Man Mountain.

The method taught by the Lord is to stand still first, hold the corner of the cloak with two fingers, and then shake it vigorously, swaggeringly, oh, oh, oh, so majestic. Between Yingyu Peak and Huaying Peak in Tiaoyu Mountain, there is a snow-white waterfall pouring down more than a hundred feet, and there is a stone bridge shaped like a rainbow. The millet grains wearing cloaks and satchels have to stop here every time, and occasionally meet with them. A colleague from Qilong Lane

About this place, across a bridge, the two sides stood facing each other, the left guardian of Qilong Lane was lying on the other side early, and the little girl in black looked solemn and nodded.

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, one runs wildly, the other leaps forward, there is no loser, everyone wins.

Both feet landed on the ground, and one stood still. The little girl in black turned around and clasped her fists.

In fact, it was Gu Can, who was an outsider from Luobashan, who persuaded Chen Pingan to change his mind.

Gu Can said that you want to protect Zhou Mili too much, do you really need to be so cautious? Before Zhou Mili met you in that dumb lake, did she have a guardian?

If you are so cautious in your home's desolate mountain world, don't you underestimate your own mountain guards?

Today, the little girl in black is still wearing a cloak, with her arms folded around her chest, holding a green bamboo stick and a golden pole, standing in the middle of the stone bridge, she looks up at the waterfall.

He looked serious and frowned.

It turned out that sister Xie Gou suggested that she show her real body yesterday, stay in the pool, drink water with her mouth wide open, to be precise, catch the waterfall and see if she can drink enough water.

So Xiao Mili seriously considered whether this proposal is feasible or not, and if someone accidentally saw it, it would be embarrassing or not.

A warm palm was pressed on the head, and Xiao Mili tilted his head, hey, hey, it turned out to be the good mountain master.

Chen Pingan told her the idea and reason why he set up the cloud nest, Xiao Mili scratched his face, "Ha, what did I think, what a big deal."

Walking along the mountain road leisurely together, Chen Pingan borrowed the green bamboo stick, and the little girl in black carried the golden pole on her shoulder.

The trekking stick poked down on the bluestone slab, making an aggressive sound.

Millet raised her palm and placed a pile of melon seeds.

While nibbling melon seeds, Chen Pingan complained, "It's not easy to practice Taoism, and I'm busy with general affairs. I owe a lot of debts of favor and study."

"Far and near, there are so many things big and small. The old cook has a backlog of all kinds of letters on the desk. I worry about whether I can reply to the letter or how to write the reply letter."

It was the first time for the nagging and disgruntled Chen Shanzhu to tell others what was in his heart.

One big and one small, working together, finished nibbling the melon seeds, and the little ones clenched their fists and handed them to Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan didn't know what to do, but he still spread his palms and asked with a smile, "What?"

Xiao Mi Li grinned and said, "I have saved a lot of fun, and I will borrow some from the good Shanzhu."

One loosens his fist and the other clenches it.

Chen Pingan shook his fist, indicating that he had received it, and asked with a smile, "Isn't it a gift?"

Xiaomi Mili nodded vigorously, "I only borrow it, not give it away."

Chen Pingan smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Doesn't it still count as interest?"

Mi Li shook her head, laughed and said, "It must."

Chen Ping suddenly said: "Good deal!" When they came on the road, under the sunlight, a rainbow hung over the waterfall.