Sword of Coming

In the early morning, the three of them set off on their way. Facing the wind and snow, Chen Pingan, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped after walking through a section of boxing piles.

The girl in pink skirt asked softly: "Who are you missing, sir?"

The boy in green said lazily: "With this crazy weather, I might want to find a place with beautiful scenery to poop. At least my butt won't freeze."

The girl in pink skirt said angrily: "Disgusting!"

The boy in green sighed and said, "True words are offensive to your ears."

The Nanjian Kingdom, where Taoist priests and famous people are famous, is particularly lively this year, and a grand ceremony has just concluded.

On the border of Nanjian Kingdom, behind a towering mountain, between the mountains and forests, there is a deep path. A young Taoist nun is walking slowly. She is holding a green bamboo branch in her hand and twisting it gently with her fingers. Behind her is an agile and mysterious figure. White elk.

A man in white wearing a long sword walked side by side with her, looking lonely.

She said helplessly: "I've told you more than once, it doesn't mean that if you only have the cultivation of the lower five realms, I will definitely not like you, but it doesn't mean that if you have the cultivation of the upper five realms, I will definitely like you. Wei Jin, There is really no possibility between you and me, so why are you unwilling to give up? Otherwise, tell me, how can you give up?"

For a Taoist nun who devoted herself to Taoism to say such straightforward and naked words, it seemed that the man was really entangled with her, which made her a little annoyed.

The man is none other than the talented swordsman from the Fairy Terrace of Fengxue Temple, Wei Jin.

The so-called geniuses of those who practice on the mountain are actually divided into three, six or nine levels. For such a young eleventh-level sword cultivator, Wei Jin deserves to be the first level, and his speed of breaking through levels is far superior to that of his peers.

Wei Jin looked sluggish, not looking like a romantic figure who had just broken through the tenth realm. He smiled bitterly and said, "Is it because you have someone you like? For example, that uncle in your sect?"

The young Taoist nun stopped and turned to look at the Fengxue Temple swordsman who was already famous throughout the continent. She laughed angrily and said, "Wei Jin, why are you so unreasonable!"

Although Wei Jin was expressionless, he felt a little aggrieved and didn't know how to explain or redeem himself, so he remained silent for a while. Even though Wei Jin was so frustrated and his clothes were wrinkled, in the eyes of outsiders, no matter where he stood casually, There, it is still the most energetic sword in the world.

It's a pity that this outsider does not include the young Taoist nun in front of Wei Jin.

The heart of the sword is as clear as glass, which means that it does not necessarily mean that you are really familiar with the ways of the world, especially love, which is the most unreasonable thing in the world, and it is even more annoying.

Wei Jin said softly: "He Xiaoliang, I only have one last question to ask you."

She nodded and said, "Just ask."

Wei Jin hesitated for a moment, turned his eyes away, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are the most important person about fate, so if one day you finally meet someone with whom you are destined, even if you don't like him in your heart, will you do it for the so-called great road? Still choose to become a Taoist companion with him?"

Everything was silent.

It was as if even the invisible breeze between heaven and earth had solidified at this moment.

The young Taoist nun smiled and said, "Yes."

Wei Jin's eyes were completely dim, and he still did not look at the woman he fell in love with at first sight, his eyes were red, "Even if you and him become a couple of gods in the eyes of the world, you will not be happy, He Xiaoliang, I won't lie to you, I don’t want to see you unhappy.”

The young Taoist nun sighed softly. Although she showed a trace of sadness, her Taoist heart was still as solid as a rock. "Wei Jin, even if one day, my life is not as good as I want, I will never regret it, let alone turn around." I like you Wei Jin."

Wei Jin murmured: "Is this so?"

The young Taoist nun turned and left.

Wei Jin didn't want to move for a long time. She didn't regret it, but he already regretted it, regretting that he shouldn't have asked this stupid question that hurt others and himself.

A young Taoist walked out of the depths of the dense forest, with two big fish, one green and one red, swimming in the air next to him.

Wei Jin withdrew his gaze, and only after Taoist Aunt He Xiaoliang walked away did he dare to stare at her back as she walked further and further away.

He did not look at the golden boy among the contemporary golden boys and girls in Dongbaopingzhou, and said coldly: "If you dare to say a word, I will kill you with my sword."

Although the young Taoist was a little wary of this eleventh-level sword cultivator, this mountain forest was located at the back of the sect. He believed that Wei and Jin would dare to draw their swords and kill people if they disagreed. However, the Taoist did not believe that he would die at all, so he sneered. : "Can an eleventh-level sword cultivator from Fengxue Temple be able to do evil in our Shengaozong?"

The young Taoist's pronunciation of the word "Zong" was particularly accentuated.

There are three Taoist sects in Aquarius Continent, among which the Shen Gao sect of Nanjian State is the most respected, which is the central and main incense of Taoism in the continent. Last time, I followed He Xiaoliang down the mountain to the Lizhu Cave of the Great Li Dynasty. All the way north, wherever I went, no matter whether they were secular emperors or monarchs, true kings of various countries, or land gods, they were all interested in it without exception. He and He Xiaoliang, the golden couple, treated each other with courtesy and did not dare to neglect at all.

The Shengaozong is located on the border of Nanjian Kingdom, and exclusively occupies the Qingtan Blessed Land, one of the seventy-two blessed places. The leader of the sect, Qi Zhen, holds the title of True King of the Four Kingdoms, and his Taoism reaches the heavens. He is one of the few true gods in Dongbaopingzhou. The Shengaozong Although he is the subordinate sect of their lineage, even if Qi Zhen goes to the authentic sect in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, he is still undoubtedly a first-rate important player.

And this golden boy happens to be the disciple of the sect leader Qi Zhen.

Fellow senior sister He Xiaoliang studied under Master Xuanfu. Unlike the master disciple Qi Zhen, this unrivaled senior master only accepted He Xiaoliang as his disciple. He Xiaoliang had just entered the Shengao Sect. , her reputation is not obvious, her talent is not obvious, and her life experience is not obvious. Only Master Xuanfu caught her at a glance. It turned out that everyone was wrong. Only Master Xuanfu caught a piece of unparalleled jade, and it didn’t even require him as a master to do anything. He Xiaoliang, who was blessed with great fortune, quickly rose to prominence, breaking through the ranks so quickly and with such good opportunities that everyone in the sect was dumbfounded.

The golden boys and girls of East Aquarius Continent are very likely to become Taoist couples, even if they are not in the same sect, and their respective sects are often happy to see it happen.

Golden boys and girls like him and He Xiaoliang, who came from the same sect, have only appeared three times in the nearly thousand years of Dongbaopingzhou's history, including the two of them, and they have all become great couples who have joined the upper five realms. .

So he didn't want to be the first exception.

Wei Jin turned to look at the young Taoist, and suddenly his mood dimmed, "You are not qualified to let me use the sword. Your master Qi Zhen is about the same."

It is common sense that the sword cultivators of the eleventh realm can have the same combat power as the qi practitioners of the twelve realms other than military strategists.

What's more, the leader of the Shen Gao Sect has been stuck at the peak of the eleventh realm for many years. The reason why the celebration was held this year is to celebrate that he finally broke through. Therefore, Wei Jin and the leader Qi Zhen both practiced Qi not long after they broke through. Sir, if the two of them fight in another place, it's really hard to say whether they will win or lose.

However, this is the territory of the Shen Gao Sect, with various formations emerging one after another. It is also the territory of the True Lord. Qi Zhen, who has the right time, place and people, can never be regarded as an ordinary monk in the early stage of the Twelve Realms.

The young Taoist laughed and said, "If you're not qualified, so what?"

This sentence was extremely hurtful to Wei Jin, who was once again poured cold water on his head by Taoist Aunt He Xiaoliang.

So Wei Jin said calmly: "Take it."

The young Taoist couldn't see clearly when Wei Jin drew his sword, and a wisp of sword energy no longer than an inch struck right above his head.

The young Taoist who was about to lose a life-saving talisman saw a warm palm as white as jade reaching above his head and grabbing the terrifying sword energy that burst through the air for him.

Then there was a bit of bloody smell in the air, which was incompatible with this quiet and peaceful mountain forest.

Wei Jin glanced at the uninvited guest, released the hilt of his sword, and left slowly, only saying, "Take care of yourself."

A Taoist priest with a face like a crown of jade stood in front of the golden boy of Shen Gao Sect. He put away the palm that blocked the sword energy of Wei and Jin. The wound on his palm was so deep that the bones were visible.

The Taoist priest said warmly: "Those who follow the Tao have not yet had time to cultivate their minds, so why should they be quick with their words?"

The Taoist golden boy said respectfully: "Uncle Master, I know I was wrong."

The handsome Taoist priest with jade trees in the wind smiled and taught him a lesson: "If you know you are wrong, just correct it, but don't just admit it."

The young Taoist with two big fish swimming beside him said with a smile: "Uncle Master, I really know that I was wrong, and I will definitely change it."

The Taoist who is called Uncle Master is actually not very old. He looks like he is not yet 30 years old. He smiles and says: "If you don't want to change, Uncle Master has nothing to do. Who makes your master my senior brother?"

The golden boy had a big headache for a while, and he was afraid that his uncle would become weak if he talked to anyone like this. In fact, it was the sect leader Qi Zhen.

He immediately said with a grimace: "Uncle Master, I'm going to copy a Qing Ci and Green Chapter."

The Taoist nodded, "You can copy the "Fan Lu Pian" and give it to me in three days."

The golden boy hurriedly left pitifully. It was obvious that it was only three days and three nights, so miserable.

The Taoist took one step forward and instantly arrived at the bank of a lotus pond. He stood next to Taoist Aunt He Xiaoliang and asked directly: "The great road often goes against the customs of the world. After all, this is a vast world. Have you thought about it?"

He Xiaoliang stretched out his hand and patted Bai Lu's soft back, nodded and said, "Uncle, I've thought about it."

The young Taoist nun looked sad.

The Taoist looked at the green lotus leaves in a pond. In the cold winter, countless lotus leaves had been frozen to death outside the mountains, but here they were still standing tall and graceful, just like the scene in midsummer. He said softly: "When it comes to that point, Uncle Master will stand there around you."

Instead of bursting into tears with gratitude, He Xiaoliang sighed: "The road is so ruthless."

The Taoist hummed, "That's true. It's a good thing for your practice that you have such thoughts."

The reason why he sides with her, He Xiaoliang, and chooses to stand against his senior brother Xuan Fu Zhenren is not because he feels pity for He Xiaoliang, but because he stands on the avenue, and He Xiaoliang happens to be on this avenue. If one day the master and apprentice reverse their positions, he will make the same choice.

He Xiaoliang put away those thoughts and asked with a smile: "Uncle, who is that guy we jokingly call Uncle Lu? He has been stranded at the border of Nanjian Country for nearly a year."

The Taoist shook his head and said: "I can't figure out that person's background. Since he is willing to call me senior brother and I lost to him in chess, I have to let him go. I can only figure out that he is the dead man in Lizhu Cave." The dead end of the game, but Qi Jingchun’s approach was unexpected, so that he still had no chance to take action in the end, and he has some connections with the Zhengzong above Shen Gaozong, that’s all, nothing more can count.”

Even He Xiaoliang was a little creepy.

Qi Jingchun took action for the last time. Although the secret was quickly obscured by saints from all sides, He Xiaoliang not only saw the beginning of that battle with her own eyes, but also felt the afterglow of that battle. Even when she realized it, it was already The ripples on the shore at the end of the big waves hit the shore, which already shocked He Xiaoliang. At the same time, it strengthened He Xiaoliang's determination to follow the Tao.

The world is so vast and the masters are so majestic. Why don't I, He Xiaoliang, go there myself and have a look?

The Taoist smiled and said, "You don't need to think too much, it will fall out naturally."

Afterwards, this Taoist, who was considered to be a very senior Taoist in this continent, walked slowly on the bank of the lotus pond, thinking leisurely.

The Taoist thought about some of the most natural things in the world, such as why it rains, why people are respected, why there are clouds and sunny days, why there are caves and heavens, and so on. The reason why these boring things that everyone is accustomed to is boring, It's just that if you talk about this with others, you won't have anything to talk about.

He Xiaoliang looked at it from a distance and sighed to himself.

It has nothing to do with the gap in realm or the gap in seniority.

But the young uncle had already reached the distance of the avenue, making it difficult for people to catch up with him, so he felt ashamed of himself.

After buying a bottle of wine at a street restaurant, Wei Jin poured some into the palm of his hand. The white donkey lowered his head and drank quickly. Fortunately, the people here have seen the world, let alone the donkey drinking. The donkey wouldn't frown even when he spoke.

Wei Jin retracted his hand and started drinking by himself. He left the wine shop and walked aimlessly, with the donkey following behind him.

After walking out of the town at the foot of Shengaozong Mountain, Wei Jin, who had always regarded himself as a Jianghu man, still refused to fly with a sword. He got drunk and sat staggering on the back of a donkey, letting it carry him. Wander around at will.

Mountains, mountains and rivers, over and over again.

Finally, when they arrived at Fengyang, the capital of Nanjian Kingdom, Wei and Jin handed over the ultimatum at the city gate like ordinary people, and then they were able to lead the donkey into the city.

Wei Jin, who was full of alcohol, thought hard and remembered that he had a bad-tempered Jianghu friend in Fengyang. They traveled together seven or eight years ago. That person seemed to have said that he was a well-known sect in Fengyang City. The son of the leader, Wei Jin asked for directions to the sect called Xiongfeng Gang. Wei Jin remembered that the man was still laughing at himself at that time, saying that his ancestors were really ignorant and chose such an unsophisticated gang name. Jin comforted him and said that there was a large Xian family mansion in the south of Aquarius Island. It had been passed down for thousands of years and had a profound foundation. It was dominating one area and its power was comparable to that of a country. However, it was named by the founder of the Immortal Family, the Invincible Divine Fist Gang. That's pitiful. Every time there is a grand gathering, gods and gods gather together, and all the disciples feel lifeless.

Wei Jin walked forward slowly, and there was a fortune-telling stall on the street. A young Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist crown. His business was deserted. He was lying on the table and preaching to a child with a runny nose and a candied haws in his hand. "The world is terrible, but you can't think that good people who are kind to others and willing to suffer losses are fools just because of this."

The man said in a more serious tone: "Actually, you are the fool, do you know that?"

The expressionless child sniffed, and the two pieces of snot that originally came out of the green dragon's cave returned to the cave, and then licked the candied haws.

The Taoist was a little anxious, "Let me tell you something serious. Why should I eat candied haws?"

The child remained indifferent and ate the candied haws with his head tilted to one side.

The young Taoist said earnestly: "Oh, you brat, you really have no wisdom. I kind-heartedly helped you with a fortune telling. It was clearly calculated that you and the girl next door are a match made in heaven. I didn't even accept any copper coins from you. This is not righteous enough." ?Why don’t you know how to be grateful? It’s just a bunch of candied haws, how much is it worth? Not as good as a future wife?”

The child who had always been dull suddenly laughed and said, "You think I'm stupid."

Then the child turned around, swayed and jumped away, shouting, "Let's eat candied haws~"

The young Taoist slapped the table sadly, "The world is deteriorating, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be!"

Wei Jin smiled and passed by. Suddenly he stopped but did not turn around. He recalled the fortune teller's attire. Wei Jin was a little hesitant.

The Taoist had already opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Since we are destined, why not meet?"

Wei and Jin led the donkey away.

The young Taoist said pitifully: "Life is hard. Why are the people in Nanjian so smart? The folk customs are so unsophisticated!"

He sat back on the stool angrily, guarding the lottery tube on the table, holding the back of his head with both hands, basking in the sun, his neck swaying back and forth, the Taoist crown on his head swaying, and said to himself: "It's boring, it's so boring."

A handsome woman came up timidly and summoned up the courage to ask, "Taoist Priest, can this be considered a marriage?"

The young Taoist hurriedly straightened his posture and said, "It can definitely be calculated. It's not easy to sign for a poor Taoist without taking any money!"

The young woman was stunned for a moment, then turned around and left. She thought to herself that this was an obvious attempt to get money. She must be a shameless charlatan. I guess that was true. How could any of our Taoist priests from Nanjian Country be so destitute? She shouldn't be greedy for small gains. No matter how big the marriage is, she should go to Pingfeng Lane to find a real Taoist priest to tell fortunes. The price is more expensive. It's better than being cheated. She then felt a little depressed. The liar actually had a good appearance. She must be pretty, why is she such an unruly person?

The young Taoist rubbed his face hard with both hands and said dejectedly: "I can't live this life. It's true that the heaven and the earth are working together to bring about heroes. There is no freedom and retribution for the heroes."

Finally, the young Taoist sighed, "A good gentleman can bully others. Since you are so open and honest, I will naturally not bully others too much."

The young Taoist, who was busy talking about closing the stalls, muttered silently: "Then let's keep the mountains high and the rivers long. See you in the future?"

But he quickly shook his head and denied the idea, "It's difficult."

On the southern border of Dali, the wind and snow were howling, and a young boy and a young boy were walking in a canyon.

Chen Ping'an's walking was very difficult. In order to keep walking smoothly, it became increasingly difficult to breathe.

Every time he took a breath, it was like countless knives entering his seven orifices, making Chen Pingan's face turn blue.

The girl in pink skirt carrying a big book box asked: "Sir, be careful, it's counterproductive. The book says haste makes waste. I've been walking for a long time longer than usual today."

Chen Ping'an just shook his head slightly and said nothing, otherwise the tone he had accumulated would be lost.

The kid in green clothes deliberately lagged behind and shouted: "Silly girl."

The girl in the pink skirt turned around and saw him waving to her, and secretly stretched out his fingers to make a silent gesture.

She originally wanted to ignore him, but the boy in green glared so hard that she was so frightened that she had to quietly slow down her pace, and soon the two of them were walking side by side.

The boy in green looked gloomy and said nothing.

The girl in the pink skirt was silent for a moment and said softly: "Why don't you admit your mistake to me?"

The boy in green was so furious that he kept lowering his voice and jumped on his feet: "Admit your mistake?! You silly girl, the fire python, has your brain filled with a river of water, right?"

The girl in pink skirt was too frightened to say anything.

After hesitating, the boy in green asked, "Do you think I will hold a grudge? Have a grudge against me?"

She shook her head, "Master won't."

He looked unbelieving, "Seriously?"

"really!"

The girl in pink skirt vowed at first, but soon she secretly added two words, "Yes?"

The boy in green clothes was so angry that he exuded an aura of restlessness. He wished he could reveal his true form and smash the mountain walls on both sides of the valley. But in the end, he gritted his teeth and forced out a stiff smile: "Then I will kowtow to the master and admit my mistake." go!"

The girl in pink skirt looked confused, "What?"

Soon the boy in Tsing Yi returned, looking very sick.

The girl in pink skirt asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

The boy in green suppressed his anger: "Don't worry!"

Finally, he sat down on the ground and said with a mournful face: "I don't even dare to speak. I don't understand why. Do you think it's irritating or not?"

The girl in the pink skirt looked at the back of the figure who was always walking slowly, and then looked back at the kid in green sitting on the ground. She squatted down and said, "I roughly know what the master is thinking. Do you want to hear it? If not, I won't tell you. . But if you want to listen, you must promise not to get angry after listening to it, let alone eat me!"

The boy in green said feebly: "Promise, I agree, whatever you say."

The girl in the pink skirt had a serious face and secretly told the boy in Tsing Yi, "If your original intention is to let that boy know that the world is not easy, then you are right. Maybe the master is willing to apologize to you. But if your original intention is just for fun, then just say it casually Words hurt people. Even if what you do is good in the end, the master will still feel that... it's not right. These are my random thoughts and I can't do them accurately. They may not be the real thoughts of the master. In fact, I think you It’s best to talk to the master himself.”

The kid in green clothes was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Of course I think it's fun. Whether that boy lives or dies in the future is none of my business."

The girl in pink skirt looked helpless, "Then I can't help you."

The boy in green suddenly asked: "Then do you think I am wrong?"

She hesitated to speak.

He snorted: "Tell the truth!"

She changed her direction and faced her master with the small bookcase. She hid under the bookcase, as if she could speak with confidence, "I think the master is definitely not wrong, but you don't have to be too cautious." You care about what the master thinks. In fact, the master doesn’t care whether you care about his opinion. If you can think like this, things will be very simple."

The boy in green was thoughtful, nodded and said, "Continue."

The girl in the pink skirt whispered even more softly: "Besides, we are all practicing, and our realm is much higher than the master. If you practice better and faster, I might one day feel that you are wrong. After all, I He once told me personally that if he has something wrong, I have to tell him directly. The master will not think that his reasoning is right, so he will always be right. This is what I like most about the master!"

At the end of the story, the girl in pink skirt was full of energy and joy.

The boy in green rolled his eyes and said, "I told you a long time ago that cultivation depends on talent, not hard work."

"Come again. No wonder the master doesn't like you." The girl in pink skirt stood up and quickened her pace to catch up with Chen Pingan.

The boy in green stretched out a hand and quickly condensed a snowball, which he stuffed into his mouth and chewed hard.

He thought as he walked.

I want to punch that boring young master to death, but I will end it all with one blow, and make one mistake to the end.

But at the same time, he wanted to hold his nose and admit his mistake against his will, but he just couldn't do it, and he didn't want to be boring with that mud-legged guy.

He couldn't help but look back.

The boy in Tsing Yi misses his hometown.

Here, plus he was alone with three people, he had no comrades.

In my hometown, there are big bowls of wine and big meats to eat, and there are a lot of guests and friends.

There was no lingering sense of right and wrong, no nonsense about bad people's appetites, and no master who made him so unhappy and unhappy.