Sword of Coming

The old scholar pointed his toes and swept over eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers in one step. He landed at the place where Chen Ping'an handed over his sword before, and began to walk. He raised his arms, bent his fingers, and knocked seemingly casually, as if knocking on the door, but When he didn't get any response, the old scholar put away his hand and said helplessly: "It's not polite. This kind of behavior is just like setting up a tent in someone else's house. That's all. I'll just wait."

The old scholar began to wait patiently for the sword spirit to appear. During the long wait, the old man stood there and thought about a difficult problem without appearing anxious.

A small ripple appeared in the air, and the tall woman grabbed Chen Pingan's shoulder with one hand and stepped out of the misty void.

The old scholar came back to his senses, and his first words were, "I give up and won't fight. It doesn't matter if the other two swords can't be used anyway, right?"

Sword Spirit smiled half-heartedly, "Then what about your two provocations? How do they count?"

The old man laughed and said: "It's just three things."

She raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Suishan, "Is this the new Great God Suishan? How long will he hold this position?"

The old scholar replied: "It has been six thousand years. In the past three thousand years, I came on the stage after you sang. It was a mess and its majesty was lost. Suishan, the Dongyue Mountain, changed three owners. At the most chaotic time, The force that was once regarded as a line of demonic sect directly gave Jiu the magpie's nest. It was really a chaotic situation where etiquette collapsed. The current Suishan Great God has been able to hold the position for six thousand years. Although there is an element of luck, it is mostly due to him. He has terrifying fighting power, his fists are very hard, and he is barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, so who wouldn’t be afraid of it.”

Sword Spirit sneered and said: "The collapse of rituals and music? Is it because the spoils are divided unevenly among the three religions? Or is there a confrontation between good and evil within Haoran Tianxia? As for the sage of rituals, with his temper, how can he stand idly by?"

The old scholar sighed: "It's hard to describe in a word, so I might as well not mention it."

The tall woman clasped her hands behind her back and her expression of disdain became even more intense. "The overall situation has been decided, so naturally there will be internal strife. Haha, what a great fight for the great road, a hundred schools of thought contend. It's really lively. What's the result? Has the world really become better?"

The old scholar glanced at the white-clothed sword spirit and said bluntly and forcefully: "Naturally, the Confucian tradition is not crystal clear, and not all of them are benevolent gentlemen. However, my Confucian ancestors have devoted countless efforts to this end. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a painstaking effort. Therefore, it must always be true and pure, and you must never veto it with just one word.”

Sword Spirit said playfully: "Does this count as the third time?"

The old scholar, who was quite arrogant before, did not give in at all at this moment, and said calmly: "In this matter, if you feel that something is wrong, I can tell you the truth that lasts for hundreds of years, and you can tell your truth with a sword. It’s okay.”

She looked carefully at the thin old man, who was not tall, and said, "Have you really lost all your luck as a saint, leaving only your soul and treating this world as a parasite?"

The old scholar was silent for a moment, "Yes."

She put away the murderous intention that arose spontaneously, with complicated eyes, "For so many years, only the two of you have done it, but I am very curious, do you respect that guy's choice? Or do you do it as a last resort? The former may be Ji Xiao, it involves your Dao Dao, I guess the old men in the Confucian orthodoxy will never let you succeed, even if this is not a good job."

The old scholar said calmly: "It is only natural and right to think of others when they see the wise."

She thought for a moment, turned to look at Chen Pingan, and said with a smile: "Not only has the original intention been achieved, but it has also far exceeded expectations. For the sake of you making this choice, of course, the most important thing is for the sake of my master. , the remaining two swords should be kept first? If one day I suddenly dislike you again, the old and new accounts will be settled together."

The old scholar, who had always had a tense expression on his face, suddenly broke through, slapped his thigh, and said with a smile: "It's good to have some left over. Common people like this on New Year's Eve. There is only a little food left in the bowl, deliberately Leave the rest for next year, which bodes well and has good meaning.”

No matter how you look at it, the old man looks like he is happily surviving the disaster.

The sword spirit didn't care about this and said coldly: "Open the door."

The old man flicked his sleeves and strode forward, saying loudly: "Let's go out with a big smile on our face."

Chen Ping'an remembered something and asked in a low voice: "Was my sword attack very bad at that time? The mountain seemed to have not moved. The old man said before that the talent for practicing swordsmanship depends on how many words he can receive. Although I was not willing to accept them in the first place, they were not willing to get close to me. Does this mean that my talent for practicing swordsmanship is as ordinary as practicing boxing?"

Chen Ping'an became more and more sad as he talked, "The old man also said that if I were holding back, even if I had the tenth level of cultivation at that time, the sword would only have the effect of the seventh or eighth level."

You can speak bold words with your mouth, but the most difficult thing in the world is that you need to take it step by step.

Chen Ping'an, the clay-legged man from Mud Bottle Lane, understands this truth very well.

Sword Spirit reached out and pinched the young man's cheek, and said with a smile: "You will know later."

Chen Ping'an blushed and hesitated to speak.

She already had a good rapport with the young man. She took the young man's hand and slowly walked towards the door of the mountain and river scroll. She said softly: "Master, I understand. I will definitely not be so presumptuous in front of a certain girl in the future, so as not to worry about it." She has wronged you and treated you like a wanderer who has changed your mind."

The young man smiled brightly, feeling relieved and happy to have become a close friend with her.

The tall woman suddenly turned her head and said with some resentment, "But aren't you afraid that the fairy sister will feel aggrieved?"

The young man thought for a while and said seriously: "I will tell you I'm sorry, but there are some things that I think should be like that."

Her face was full of sorrow, and she actually looked like she was about to cry.

Although Chen Pingan was a little at a loss, his eyes were firm and he pursed his lips tightly, unwilling to change his original intention.

Sword Spirit suddenly smiled heartily, stretched out his thumb towards the young man, and praised: "Handsome!"

Chen Pingan asked timidly: "Aren't you really angry?"

She held the boy's hand, stopped, stood at the gate, and suddenly bent down and hugged the boy. Her face was filled with a warm smile, like a guy who likes to sleep in, hiding in the winter. The happy feeling of sleeping soundly in a warm bed is truly indescribable. She didn't care what Chen Pingan felt, and said cheerfully: "Yeah, my little Pingan is so cute!"

The young man felt as if he had been struck by lightning, motionless, his mind went blank, he was not thinking about anything.

Fairy sister.

God is just his first feeling, but actually sister is what Chen Pingan feels in his heart.

She finally let go of Chen Ping'an, stood up straight, and turned around to look. There was an old guy who had returned to the landscape painter elusively. With his back to the two of them, he coughed and said, "Look at no evil. Don't worry, I didn't see anything." I didn’t even hear it, I just forgot something and had to go back to retrieve it.”

Only tall women who are in a good mood don't bother to worry about this.

Etiquette, morality, cause and effect?

These extremely wide, extremely high and extremely far things have never restrained her.

On the avenue, there was once a man who had nothing but his sword and walked straight ahead.

Whenever something blocks your way, use your sword to clear the way.

Whenever there is injustice, it can be settled with a sword.

After thousands of years of silence, she finally found someone else.

Two people, worlds apart.

But she didn't feel disappointed.

If it was because he believed in Qi Jingchun at the beginning, he chose to believe in a slim chance and bet on a "what if" possibility that was extremely unlikely. So now, even if Qi Jingchun comes back to life and says that he was wrong and you shouldn't have chosen that boy, she won't listen to him even if he talks about great truths.

She let go of her hand and motioned for Chen Pingan to go first.

The boy walked out of the door first.

The sword spirit looked at the young man's weak shoulders and followed closely behind.

Everyone has a state of mind. Qi practitioners call it the alchemy room, and secular people call it the heart.

Heart Lake is just one of them.

At that time, she was standing on the young man's heart lake, looking around, everything was white and clean.

Then she saw a scene that was finally not so monotonous, and found the "truth in the heart" that the young man himself had never realized.

It was a lonely child of four or five years old. He sat curled up on the ground with his hands on his knees. He was all alone. There was a pair of small straw sandals at his feet. He often sat like this in a daze.

Next to this child is a small grave without a tombstone.

Near the small tomb, there are two more "small mounds" that are smaller than the small tomb, and their appearance is like a mountain peak.

Whenever the child has had enough rest, he will put on his little straw sandals and run far away to move a hill back to the grave. It is very difficult and he can only move a small distance at a time.

When running to move mountains, the child had a small seal hanging around his waist and put on the small bamboo hat.

The little seal will sway with the child's footsteps.

The strange thing is that there is no mirror image of the ancestral house on Mud Bottle Lane.

Probably deep in the child's heart, he felt that his family would be gone after his parents passed away, so he always insisted on guarding the small grave.

The child had a stubborn face, habitually frowning and pursed his lips.

But occasionally, this child will smile, which should be something truly worthy of happiness. For example, he quietly told Xiaofenmou, his lips moved slightly, and no voice sounded in his mood, but the sword spirit who had a close connection with him naturally knew the content of the silent words. .

"Mom, I met a fairy sister. When she smiles, she looks just like you."

In addition to moving mountains to "go home", children rarely leave the vicinity of small graves. From time to time, they seem to be holding hands and walking a certain distance south, as if holding the hand of a little girl. However, every time they walk a certain distance, the children Still, he would quietly look over to the grave, seeming reluctant to leave.

But there is only one situation where the child will run very far away, raising his little head high and looking intently at the sky, as if chasing someone who is far away from him in the sky.

In the landscape painting, the old scholar looks solemn.

“If someone is better than someone who has always been good at it, they may not have this opportunity.”

The old man nodded and said: "Great kindness."

The old man was silent for a long time and found that the whole world began to tremble slightly. He said helplessly: "You are so patient with that boy, can't you be patient with us? Oh, by the way, you can still laugh now. If the rumors passed down by the ancient sword immortal are true , if you look like this now, those big guys who were chopped half to death by you, if they saw it with their own eyes, would they still have to pop their eyes out? "

The old scholar looked at the sky of this small world, as if his sight had passed through many sky curtains, and suddenly laughed at himself: "Heaven is moving vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement. What he said is really good, and it will not be wrong even if it takes tens of millions of years." No wonder our Confucian ancestors wanted to ask you for advice. It seems that we scholars not only explained the truth a little late, but also we were far from finished explaining it thoroughly."