Sword of Coming

An old voice came from behind Ruan Xiu, "What are you doing by beating them to death? Don't you want to dirty your hands?"

The women were a little frightened when they saw the angry girl Xiuxiu for the first time. When they saw the old man showing up, they breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he was a familiar face to everyone in the small town. After so many years, every household, no matter how high or low, But they all need to deal with the old man, or with the Yang Family Pharmacy where the old man works. After all, even if the Lord of Hell wants to hire someone, he has to first ask the doctors in the Yang Family Pharmacy whether they agree, but the money collected is a bit harsh. Displeasing.

Ruan Xiu turned to look at the old man and said nothing.

Old Man Yang smoked a long cigarette and looked at those long-tongued women. They were not evil-minded, but they were really kind people. Chen Ping'an was in trouble when he was young. Without his parents, he almost couldn't survive. After a while, there were indeed many neighbors who came to help. After all, Chen Ping'an's parents were kind people and their hearts were full of flesh. For example, Gu Can's mother and several elderly people who have passed away now often helped. The children went to eat at home, and the food was not good. It was freezing, so they gave them some old clothes, mended, but at least they could help them live longer.

It's just that this is the crux of the world. Those who really helped a lot didn't even think about receiving rewards afterwards. Seeing that the young man has made a difference, he was just a little happy from the bottom of his heart. He was willing to say a few words to his juniors: good people are rewarded, saying Look, God is open-minded. This is not the son of that young couple. Now all the blessings have fallen on the son.

They also have some hope and hope for life, thinking that they can be so lucky in the future.

On the contrary, he didn't contribute much money or effort at the beginning, and he probably said a lot of sarcastic words. After the boy in Mud Bottle Lane became famous, he really tried his best to speak loudly, and everyone regarded himself as a bodhisattva who saved people from suffering. For example, the three people in front of him, She often went to Qilong Lane to eat for free, and even brought her family along with her. The girl Ruan Xiu endured it. She didn't want Chen Ping'an to be gossiped about, and she didn't want the business of the shop to be bad in the books, so she had to use her own wealth. Silver, come and fill the holes. The amount is not too big. After almost a year, you will have four to five hundred taels of silver.

But this money is really a lot of money to put in a poor place like Ni Ping Lane and Xinghua Lane, at the bottom of the market where you can't touch a few grains of silver all year round.

Old Man Yang looked at one of the women who came without her children and said, "Go and tell that man of yours who works as an errand in the county government, and then ask him to tell the people behind him that God is watching what you do. It's disgusting." People's affairs should be stopped in moderation, and be careful if you give birth to a son without sex in the future, it will really become a disaster that no one can avoid."

The woman felt guilty, "Old man Yang, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"

"If you don't understand, I'll knock you down."

The old man blew out a hazy smoke ring, "Then let me tell you something you all understand. From now on, when you go to the store to get medicine, the charge will be doubled. If you encounter a serious illness that will kill you, the doctor in Yang's store will not be able to work with the three of you." Just open the door and prepare the coffin."

The women were immediately stunned.

Old Man Yang glanced at a child with delicate features and strong bones, stood timidly next to his mother, shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity, the one hundred taels of silver given to your mother has abruptly cut off the path to immortality. I won't be able to live forever in the future. When you are based in the mountains in the west and are wandering away from your hometown, think more about what I said today."

The old man left straight away, "Girl Xiuxiu, if they don't get out of here, we can really beat them to death. It's reasonable and in line with the rules, and no one can find fault with them. After beating them to death, there's no need to collect the bodies, just remember to throw them out in the mud." Pingxiang, after dirtying your hands, just go to Longxu River to wash them."

Ruan Xiu had a good opinion of Old Man Yang before, but it was not that good. She always felt that it was cloudy and foggy so she couldn't see the real thing, so she was still a little wary. But now her favorable impression has increased sharply and she said with a smile: "Next time I will go with Chen Ping'an. Happy New Year to my shop."

Old Man Yang hummed, nodded, and did not refuse. The old man walked in the alleys and passed old houses one after another. Most of them were as dilapidated and ownerless as the Cao family's ancestral house. But in the end, like the Cao family's house with dead trees blooming in spring, it was rare. Many heirs withered and the incense was cut off. , a family is gone as soon as it is gone.

When the old man thought of the shrewd daughter-in-law of Li Er's family, and then looked back at such a reasonable little girl, the old man felt a little complicated, with mixed feelings.

In this small town, I'm afraid that that ignorant and heartless woman is the only one who has the ability and courage to talk shit to the old man. The key is that the old man can't scold her.

The old man once was really scolded by a woman who blocked the door. He couldn't bear it anymore and asked Li Er to take care of his wife's bad mouth. As a result, Li Er held it in for a long time and answered something that made old man Yang even more angry. His bastard words: Master, if you are really angry, just give me a good beating, but remember not to slap me in the face, otherwise your wife will see you when you get home, and she will have to scold you again.

If it weren't for the sake of the girl from Li Er's family, Old Man Yang would have really wanted to slap that woman into a pulp.

The three women in the alley did not dare to stay any longer. They came out of the alley disappointed and started fighting among themselves. They each blamed the other, cursed and pushed each other.

The child who was taken out by Old Man Yang alone to talk about had a calm face all the time when his mother was yelling and cursing at others. The child turned his head and looked at the narrow and deep alley, feeling empty in his heart. He couldn't explain the reason, like Something very important has been lost, such as the woman missing salt when cooking, or the woodcutter going up the mountain and losing his hatchet.

After the women left in despair, Ruan Xiu discovered that the two painted door gods at Chen Ping'an's house had somehow lost their true spirit.

This is very strange, even if it is an ordinary paper door god sold in the market, as long as the door god painted has not disappeared in the long river of time, the golden body is still there, and the incense is still there, then it will contain a little aura, but this aura will quickly It will be dispersed by wind and rain, and it cannot resist too many evil winds and evil spirits. Therefore, it is necessary to replace the door god with a new one every New Year, not just to add joy to the New Year celebrations.

However, in Ruan Xiu's eyes, the civil and military sages in these two paintings of door gods were the founders of the surnames of Yuan and Cao in the Dali Dynasty. Nowadays, the family in Dali is even more prosperous and popular. Logically speaking, they should not just post it. After the true spirit disappeared, Ruan Xiu walked forward with a frown, stretched out his palm and gently wiped it on the rough colored paper. The golden light soon flowed on the paper, and it was awe-inspiring, but it could not be seen by the naked eye.

The girl in green clothes left with satisfaction. As for the status of the doorkeeper in Song Jixin's yard next door, she didn't even look at it.

She walked all the way to the alley of Liu Xianyang's house and blew a whistle. Soon a local dog came out happily and circled around the girl. She smiled and dropped a fragrant red pill. The old dog quickly After eating, he followed behind the ponytailed girl, his footsteps light and soundless, and his tail wagging slightly.

One person attains the Tao and the chicken and dog ascend to heaven.

If a person is compared with another person, it will make people angry to death, but if a Qi practitioner sees this scene, it would be compared with a dog, which can make people angry to death.

Ruan Xiu, who was originally feeling a little disappointed after not being able to see the person she wanted to see, began to feel happy again.

Look, he had to take care of it by himself. Whether it was the chickens in the cage or the dog, she took good care of them.

The girl in green clothes is walking on the blue stone road, with a green ponytail on her temples. The sky is high and the sky is far away, and the scenery here is unique.

After sending Chen Ping'an back to Luo Mountain, Wei Bo disappeared again, but instead of returning to Piyun Mountain, he went directly to the top of Luo Mountain. In sight, there was a majestic mountain temple with a grand square and a kind of It is paved with luxurious and strange stones that look like white jade and are as fine as fine iron. The golden body in the temple has been sculpted, but it has not yet officially accepted the people's incense.

Wei Bo's big sleeves were flowing and he was walking smartly. A veteran of Dali's Ministry of Industry, Wailang, came over to say hello after hearing the news. Wei Bo looked at the Dali Qingliu official with a tired face and frostbite on his fingers. While taking a walk, I communicated the progress of the project with the officials cheerfully, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. The reason why the Song Dynasty in Dali could rise from a small country affiliated to the Lu Dynasty to dominate the north step by step was definitely not just a matter of luck.

Yuan Wai Lang did not enter the mountain temple, but just stayed outside the threshold. After Wei Bo crossed the threshold alone, the official quickly left and continued to personally focus on the construction matters, doing everything big and small.

In the officialdom of Dali, there is a breeze on both sleeves, and he is as carefree and happy as a god. This describes a noble and aloof official of the Ministry of Etiquette.

Eat large pieces of meat, kill people with sharp knives, and use iron cavalry to break through formations and expand territory. This is what the warriors of the Ministry of War are talking about.

Eating dust and ashes and drinking from the northwest wind, this is what officials from the Ministry of Industry say.

However, as a powerful Yuanwailang and coming from a wealthy family, being so conscientious and conscientious is still a scene that is unimaginable for other dynasties.

Wei Bo gently waved his sleeves and closed the door. There was a refreshing fragrance of fine wood in the mountain god temple.

The desolate mountain god enshrined in the main hall has a head made of pure gold, which is quite strange.

A man in a Confucian shirt appeared with a golden body, floating out from the statue. Above his neck, a face showed a light golden color, but it was not as eye-catching as the statue.

The mountain god is Song Yuzhang.

It was the former Longquan Kiln Supervisor who had lived in the town for more than 20 years. Song Jixin, a boy from Mu Ping Lane, was once mistaken for his illegitimate son. The covered bridge with the plaque "Wind and Water" hanging on it , it was built by Song Yuzhang himself. Finally, Song Yuzhang left here and returned to Beijing to take up his post. When he returned to Longquan Town, the Empress of Great Li sent someone to break his neck and secretly hid his head in a box. To kill people and silence them, to kill donkeys is nothing more than that.

Song Yuzhang knew too much about the scandals of the Song family in Da Li. He actually knew that he would die from the beginning. Even on the way back to Beijing, this Da Li civil servant who deserved the word "Gu Kun" was prepared to die suddenly on the way back to Beijing. Being prepared, being loyal, and dying generously are nothing more than that.

That's why Wang Yifu, the general of Lu's country who was sent to kill and silenced by Empress Dali, spoke from the bottom of his heart that coffin-breaking conclusion.

It turns out that scholars also have good heads.

Song Yuzhang, as a destitute mountain god, bowed and saluted the future Beiyue God in front of him, "The little god pays homage to the big god."

Wei Bo laughed dumbly, moved to the side, waved his hand and said, "Mr. Song, there is no need for this."

Song Yuzhang then changed the direction of the prayer and said, "This is the rule, no exceptions can be made."

Wei Bo had no choice but to accept the gift completely, and said helplessly: "You scholars are so stupid, you will be the same before and after death."

Song Yuzhang straightened up and smiled calmly.

Wei Bo smiled and asked: "Have the people from the Ministry of Rites and Qin Tian Jian told you about the precautions for being a mountain god?"

Song Yuzhang laughed at himself: "They didn't dare to say anything. After the ceremony of enthroning the gods, they went down the mountain early and left. They didn't regard me as a mountain god, but as a god of plague. I still have Beiyue Zhengshen to help the little god solve his doubts. "

Wei Bo nodded and asked Song Yuzhang to stand beside him. He waved his sleeves vigorously, and mist from the mountains and rivers in the hall rose up and filled everywhere.

On the ground, a panoramic view of the territory governed by a fallen mountain soon appeared. Mountains and rivers are not separated. Although a mountain god only rules the top of the mountain, the mountain god has varying degrees of control over the streams that originate from the mountain or the rivers that pass by the foot of the mountain. Under the jurisdiction of one, the righteous gods of rivers in the world, especially the lower-ranking Hebo and Hepo, are often not as popular as the righteous gods of mountains. The former often need to actively win over the latter, and this is the root cause.

Wei Bo pointed to the ancestral temple on the top of Luo Luo Mountain, "The ugly thing is before me. We, the gods of mountains and rivers, actually don't have much meaning. We just rest on our merits and enjoy the blessings, eat incense, and don't need to cultivate our strength or mind. Just accumulate a little bit of yin and virtue, and help the court maintain the beauty of the place. Compared with the last ten years, have there been more or less natural and man-made disasters in the jurisdiction, has the population increased or decreased, and have there been a few outstanding candidates? , whether there are monks who have relocated and taken root here, and if there are some auspicious signs, it will be better. This is the merit of the gods and the performance of the official."

Song Yuzhang was an official, and Wei Bo used officialdom matters as spiritual matters. Song Yuzhang soon came to his senses, which was easy to understand.

Wei Bo smiled and said: "In short, all the merits and demerits are clearly recorded in the accounts of the imperial government, and it is clear at a glance. Don't think that being a mountain god means you only need to deal with me. In fact, the person you really need to deal with is still The Great Li Court. There are three mountain temples in Longquan County. I occupy the mountain temple in Piyun Mountain. You are in Luolu Mountain. There is another one built in the north area. This is rare in other places. It belongs to the Congee Shao Monk Duo. , you will have a headache in the future because you need to compete for the incense of believers of good men and good women. Of course, you can’t compete with me..."

Song Yuzhang joked: "How dare I? This is called the following crime. In the past, when I was alive, I could still tell myself that I was afraid of nothing. The worst I could do was resign and stop working. The biggest worst I could do was die. But now it's not possible. It's hard to die even if you want to." "

Having said this, Song Yuzhang once again bowed and confessed, with a smile in his words, "The mountain god has visited Luolu Mountain many times, but the little god is too embarrassed to show up. He is really scared. It should be the little god who took the initiative to visit Piyun Mountain. .”

After all, he is a low-level official who has taken root in the small town for so many years, and he likes to do things himself. After staying in the more than 30 dragon kilns all year round, Song Yuzhang's official aura has long been polished off. Not to mention making jokes, it is just dirty talk. Everyone knows a lot.

Wei Bo said helplessly: "Well, Mr. Song immediately integrated from one officialdom to another, and he is very savvy."

Song Yuzhang smiled and asked: "The one in the north?"

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and the Buddha has to fight for a stick of incense, let alone the gods of mountains and rivers who rely on incense to survive.

The twists and turns in it are nothing less than the secular officialdom.

Wei Bo thought for a while and said softly: "I'm not a good person. He was a great military general of Dali with outstanding military exploits during his lifetime. He has a bad temper. But I heard that he has a good relationship with the two people from the Wusheng Temple in Wenchang Pavilion."

Song Yuzhang joked: "It's not good to be an official like this. If you don't worship the righteous god and worship the side door, you enter the wrong temple or burn the wrong incense, you will suffer."

Wei Bo laughed heartily and extended his thumb, "These words make me feel relieved."

Wei Bo stretched out his fingers and lifted it gently. The Luolu Mountain in the mist of the mountains and rivers got higher and higher, and finally a detailed picture was revealed somewhere.

On the surface of the stream, someone straightened a rope and tied both ends to two trees. After opening the stopper, a small bottle hung on the rope.

Under a tree on the bank, a girl in a pink skirt would jump up slightly from time to time and shake the rope, causing the bottles on the river to sway.

Wei Bo explained: "This is a good-looking bottle with a beam. They can absorb many beautiful sounds in the world. This bottle here needs someone to gently shake the rope to help the small bottle absorb the sound of water." , otherwise, it would take a lot more time to fill up the sound.”

Song Yuzhang asked: "Is it the bottle of the mountain owner Chen Ping'an?"

Wei Bo nodded and said, "Yes. What is your impression of Chen Ping'an?"

Song Yuzhang said without hesitation: "Because of Song Jixin...because of His Highness's relationship, I know all about Chen Ping'an's growth, so I have a very good impression. I think it's great to be able to become a mountain god in Luolu Mountain."

Wei Bo suddenly turned his head and stared at the mountain god under his jurisdiction. He called Song Yuzhang Lord Song for the first time, and then said with a smile: "Don't tell me, I didn't expect a situation. Da Li needs you to monitor Chen Ping'an, and said You may be asked to do something dirty that goes against your conscience one day."

Song Yuzhang smiled casually and said: "Of course I have some guesses. I, Dali, have put so much effort into this, and you must have known how many members of the Dali royal family died in order to build that covered bridge. So, is Chen Pingan safe now? With great luck on my side, how could I, Dali, not be prepared for any accidents at all?"

I'm Da Li!

I was proud of this while I was alive and will not change it after my death. Maybe this is called unrepentant?

Wei Bo was silent for a long time and gathered the mist back into his big sleeves. Like a tired bird returning to the forest, Song Yuzhang was able to feel their cheerful breath.

Wei Bo smiled, "Okay, then I understand."

Wei Bo disappeared.

Song Yuzhang stayed alone in the mountain temple and sighed, was he really not suitable to be an official? He was in trouble everywhere, both before and after his life.

Wei Bo, the white-clothed god, is traveling around with young Chen Ping'an. Who knows what he means?

Of course Song Yuzhang knew about the statue in the mountain temple in the north. He also knew that all the immortal forces who bought the mountain had become human beings and knew it very well.

Wei Bo deliberately led the young man to walk on various mountains, which was undoubtedly a fact that was clearly and unmistakably demonstrated.

Chen Ping'an is protected by me, Wei Bo. You foreigners, no matter what your background, if you want to beg for a bowl of rice on my territory, you have to weigh the weight of a new Beiyue Zhengshen. Because Wei Bo is not an ordinary mountain god. In the future, he is very likely to be the North Mountain God with the greatest strength, territory, and power in half of the Aquarius Continent north of Guanhu Academy. none of them!

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, some people began to travel around the world.

Among the mountains to the west of the town, a young man in Confucian shirt and a boy who looked like a book boy, each holding a bamboo stick, waded across the ridge together towards the mountain of poverty.

The scholar is carrying a box of books.

The face of the book boy is as beautiful as any other, without any flaws.

The man he followed was a local from the town. He was currently serving as an assistant teacher in a school run by the Chen family in Longwei County. He had a small reputation and was far inferior to those well-known Confucian scholars. Therefore, he could not afford to be a teacher or wife. However, the children in the school like him the most and like to listen to his wonderful stories about strange people and strange things, such as those charming and touching stories about fox charms falling in love with scholars. The young man was even more so, and he did not hesitate to stalk him to get him to agree to be his husband.

The young man was born to be curious about everything. He lived alone in the Yuan family's ancestral house in the small town. At this time, he asked: "Sir, the Taoist sage said that my life has a limit, but my knowledge has no limit. If there is a limit, then there is no limit. That's it. .What should I do?"

The man in Confucian shirt was thinking about something and didn't reply for a while.

The young man was already familiar with his husband's wandering mind and continued to ask himself: "The sage also said that in life, there is only a gap between heaven and earth, just like a white horse passing by, just suddenly. This clearly proves the former, what should I do?"

The man finally came to his senses and said with a smile: "So you have to practice. Every time you cross a threshold, you can live ten or a hundred years, and you can read more books."

The young man still felt that the confusion was not completely solved, "But although we Confucians also admire spiritual practice, we study more for the sake of joining the world and making the world better. We are never like the Taoists who only pursue personal rebirth and enlightenment. So what? Is it good?"

"If you are not refined or sincere, you cannot move people."

The man smiled and said eight words, stood there, looking at the surrounding scenery, beautiful mountains and clear waters, and then said eight more words, "Down to earth, naturally."

When the young man heard the word "naturally", he naturally thought of Taoism, which was extremely prosperous in Dongbaopingzhou. He sighed, "I read in a book that in troubled times, Taoists went down to the mountains to save people. Buddhism Knocking on wooden fish behind closed doors. To govern the world, Taoists go to the mountains to cultivate themselves to be pure, and Buddhists open their doors to collect money. Sir, it sounds like Taoism is really good, but Buddhist monks are not so good. No wonder they are not popular in our continent, and Buddhism is not popular. "

The man shook his head and said with a smile: "This is just the angry and extreme remarks of some scholars. It is not that there is no truth at all. It is just that the truth is not explained enough and it is generalized, which is not beautiful. It is better not to say it. The three religions can establish a religion, and of course each has its own. Each has its own strengths, and the traditions of the three religions are very complex, with many branches and leaves, and complex connections. Therefore, if you want to understand the purpose of the three religions clearly, you must go back to the roots before you can evaluate one or two. Otherwise, if you only know a little bit about it, you will talk nonsense, and if you see one or a few bad Taoists or monks, you will kill them all with a stick. This is not good."

The man in a Confucian shirt looked at the top of a large mountain in the distance, "There is a debate among the three religions, and three people will each explain the foundation of the religion. The principles of the three parties are so profound and subtle that others cannot imagine, so they are the most dangerous."

The young man was confused and asked, "Sir, three people are talking to each other, how can it be so dangerous?"

The man withdrew his gaze from the height, looked straight into the distance, and said with a smile: "Since it is a debate, in addition to knowing the strengths and weaknesses of your own teachings, you also need to understand the strengths and weaknesses of others, so that you can successfully convince the other two people to recognize your own truth. That's it. Once this happens, some people will suddenly wake up while studying other people's knowledge, or they will be given a heads-up, and before the debate even begins, they will simply change their profession and embark on a different path."

The young man with delicate appearance was half-informed and confused.

The man smiled and said: "Don't think so much now, just move forward."

The young man nodded vigorously.

His name is Cui Ci, a name he chose himself. He lives in the ancestral home of the Yuan family in a small town, but he is not a member of the Yuan family.

The scholar in Confucian shirt walking in front was none other than Li Xisheng. In addition to holding a bamboo stick for walking on the mountain road, there was also a peach charm hanging from two pieces of wood hanging on his waist, which was simple and elegant.

It's perfect to hang around his waist.

Cui Ci couldn't help but ask another question, "Sir, why did we go into the mountain?"

Li Xisheng replied: "Because I think there is something that some people did very wrong. Since it is a mistake, I can't make it again and again. I need to do something within my ability."

Cui Ci smiled brightly and said, "Sir, you are always right!"

Li Xisheng shook his head and said: "Those precious principles in the book that have been passed down for a long time, no matter which religion or family they come from, must not be left in vain."

The young man hesitated.

Li Xisheng joked: "You can ask one last question today."

The young man said excitedly: "I saw in another scholar's note that there are nine Xiongzhen Towers in the world. Why does the name of the last one have a different number of characters?"

Li Xisheng thought for a while, "Are you talking about the Xiongzhen Tower named 'Zhen Baize'? Because Baize is the name of a... guy. It would be inappropriate to call it Zhen Bai Tower or Zhen Ze Tower. "

The young man scratched his heart and lungs, grimacing. He wanted to ask another question, but he didn't dare to ask.

Li Xisheng couldn't help laughing and said: "Just ask again. The weather is very good today and the mountains and rivers are beautiful. You can ask a few more questions."

The young man was happily jumping up and down next to his husband, "Is there any relationship between the Bai Ze who was suppressed by Xiong Zhen Tower and the Bai Ze Tu who almost every Qi practitioner has a copy of?"

Li Xisheng nodded and said, "Yes, it's the same name."

The young man clicked his tongue and said, "Master, there must be a lot of knowledge in this, right?"

Li Xisheng raised his head quietly, smiled apologetically in one direction, and then told the young man: "The Confucian sages warned us to be taboos for our elders, not only for the saints in the Confucian Temple, but also for the saints from the three religions and hundreds of schools of thought. Applicable. So in the future, when you walk alone in the mountains, rivers and lakes, don’t call out his name indiscriminately."

The young man wondered: "Bai Ze?"

Li Xisheng smiled and hit him on the head, "What do you think?!"

The young man laughed and didn't take it seriously.

The two of them continued to trek through mountains and rivers to reach the lonely mountain.

On the shore of the West Sea in Dongbaopingzhou, there was a man in mink fur standing on the edge of the cliff. His mind was slightly moved. He turned to look east and frowned.

Standing next to him was a woman in palace clothes wearing a curtain. She was the fox spirit who fell off the cliff on a windy and snowy night on the plank road.

She asked cautiously: "Did a saint from Aquarius Continent speak rudely to the master? Do you need a slave to teach him a lesson?"

The man looked away and said calmly: "He is just a Sixth Level Qi Practitioner from Da Li. He is a good example of 'change the bottle first before the world is in chaos'."

The woman was dumbfounded, shut her mouth obediently, and quickly warned herself in her heart that it would be better to say less.

Wei Bo found Chen Pingan in the bamboo building. He was practicing sword furnace stake setting in the open space at the sunset.

The boy in green clothes and the girl in pink skirt sat on the bamboo chairs and ate their food in an even more dignified manner.

Wei Bo came to Chen Pingan and stood beside him without disturbing him. It was not until Chen Pingan put away the sword and stove pile that Wei Bo turned around and asked the girl in pink skirt to help move two bamboo chairs, saying that she wanted to talk to her husband about something serious.

Before the girl in the pink skirt could make a move, the boy in Tsing Yi had already rushed over with a chair in each hand. After putting down the bamboo chair, he bent down and stuck out his buttocks, and wiped the chair surface with his sleeves.

He returned to the girl in the pink skirt and stood there. When he noticed her disgusted look, the boy in green said confidently: "What do you know? This is called a man who can bend and stretch!"

Wei Bo and Chen Ping'an sat side by side on small bamboo chairs and spoke first: "Don't blame me for peeking at what was happening in the bamboo building. The battle between you and the sword embryo was far more dangerous than you imagined. It’s easy to go crazy, or to die on the spot.”

Chen Pingan nodded and untied the delicate knot.

Wei Bo said slowly: "There are two things in sword cultivation, sword training and sword refining. What you practice is swordsmanship and swordsmanship. The practice of practice is the practice of the sword itself and the flying sword of your life. It is the practice of training."

After Wei Bo made a concise opening statement, he paused briefly, which shows how much he attaches importance to today's remarks, "Because of your sword embryo, I can't tell the depth of your character, so I can't make any judgments, but there are some common principles. , I can talk about it simply, for example, to sharpen a physical flying sword, or to temper and warm up a natal flying sword, you need to consume countless natural materials and earthly treasures. So I took you on a trip to various mountains, yes I need you to understand one thing. To practice in the mountains is to eat up mountains of gold and silver. The rich people at the bottom of the mountain are as rich as the rich. Their wealth can be described as more than they can spend in a few lifetimes. But on the mountains, no one has it in this life. There is endless money to spend, maybe...the ancestor of the three religions is the exception?"

The girl in the pink skirt at the back sat upright and listened.

It has nothing to do with her being a fire python, but it has a lot to do with her master. How could she not listen carefully? If the master missed something, she could help make up for it afterwards.

The boy in Tsing Yi was bored and rolled his eyes.

Of course Chen Ping'an listened carefully to what Wei Bo said. If Wei Bo didn't say anything today, he would soon go down the mountain to ask Ruan Xiu.

Wei Bo had his hands in his sleeves, which was somewhat similar to the young Cui Chan, and said slowly: "Whether you have the qualifications to become a sword cultivator is the first threshold for a Qi practitioner. After becoming a sword cultivator, do you have the money to practice flying?" The sword is the second threshold, and this threshold is not low at all. The toughness of a sword depends on the density of the sword body, so it requires the swordsmith's hard work, and the sharpness of the sword requires continuous Hardening, this is the reason why the Zhanlongtai cliff is so valuable that even the sage Ruan Qiong dare not monopolize it. He must win over Fengxue Temple and Zhenwu Mountain to share it together to prevent others from coveting it."

Chen Ping'an sighed in his heart, it turned out that the saint on one side also had helplessness.

Wei Bo then pointed to a mountain in the distance behind him, where there was a huge dragon-slaying platform. "As long as it is a magic weapon, the requirements for grinding stones will be extremely high. This is why the dragon-slaying platform is extremely valuable." , there is a price but no market, and rare goods can be lived in, because as long as you keep them in your hands, you will make money no matter what. Unless there is a last resort and urgent need for life-saving money, someone will be willing to sell it. If this is in Baofengzhai, there is news that there is a palm-sized dragon-slaying If the station is for sale, I guess the entire Niujiao Mountain will be crowded with people.”

Having said this, Wei Bo stretched out his finger and tapped the young man, "Chen Pingan, Chen Pingan, why are those snake gallstones you give away as cabbage so valuable? It's because medicine in this world is divided into three parts poison. No matter how effective the ordinary elixir is, it will be good regardless of its appearance." If it is high, it will have a certain impact on one's own Qi palace, and it is extremely difficult to eradicate. At first, it can be suppressed and accumulated in some remote Qi palaces in the body. However, as the Qi practitioner's cultivation level increases, the accumulated dirt will become bigger and bigger. Obviously, under the power of inner vision, those flaws will become bigger and bigger, and will hinder the great road. The tenth level Qi practitioners can be called saints by the world, but why are they all standing still? Like to be an old bastard? Of course not, but they are trying to remove the stains bit by bit."

The boy in green clothes was a little frightened. He sat upright and didn't move at all. He no longer dared to look around carelessly.

The girl in the pink skirt felt a little guilty. In fact, she had been thinking about the third high-quality snake gallstone, which she had just saved for the master. She would not eat it.

Wei Bo said seriously: "I'm going to tell you some secrets. Even if I want to know those things, I have to pay a heavy price. Chen Pingan, I hope you won't tell them casually."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Don't worry, except for Miss Ruan and Brother Li, I have no one to talk to in the town."

Wei Bo then continued: "Have you ever heard of Upside Down Mountain?"

Chen Ping'an's expression changed and he didn't speak, nod or shake his head.

Wei Bo thought it was the man in the bamboo hat who had said it, which was not surprising, "The Hanging Mountain was created by Tian Da, one of the three disciples of Taozu. It can be said to be the largest mountain seal in the world. It is blessed by the majestic Taoism and is indestructible." . This place is the junction of the vast world and the wild world, and it is the first majestic and dangerous pass... and it may also be the last one."

Chen Pingan asked: "Why is it the last one?"

Wei Bo smiled bitterly and said: "Once the flood breaks the embankment, how will we stop it from behind?"

Wei Bo raised his head, leaned back on his chair, and sighed: "So not only Beiju Luzhou, which is rich in sword cultivation, but also the immortals who passed by Aquarius Island last time, even lowered their sword height in your town and briefly appeared. Yes, the rest of the sword cultivators in the world have been recruited to go to the Xuanxuan Mountain this time. They have to pass through the Xuanxuan Mountain and go to a place called the Great Wall of Sword Qi to resist the invasion of monsters from another world."

"Whenever the demon clan rebels and starts a war, they will be called to the Upside Down Mountain, cross the mountain into the city, and hone their swordsmanship on that high wall between life and death."

"The Great Wall of Sword Qi is where the most famous sword immortals in the world gather, with the largest number of sword immortals, doing the most dangerous feats in the world, but do you know what is most lacking there?"

Wei Bo turned to look at Chen Ping'an.

Of course Chen Pingan could only shake his head.

Wei Bo gave the answer, "Lack of sword!"

"Because the wars there were too frequent and too fierce, many of the peerless magic weapons brought there by outside sword cultivators, famous swords that were qualified to be among the top of the continent's magical weapons, were broken, the sword's mind was broken, and the sword master fell. , there were countless casualties. Therefore, it is very difficult for a native swordsman there to have a good sword."

"In addition, there are a considerable number of sword cultivators in the Monster Clan who like to collect and plunder the remains of famous swords. To resist the sword cultivators of the Monster Clan, the Great Sword Qi Wall requires a large number of swords. We even need to constantly buy swords and swords from the outside world through the Hanging Mountain. Asking for a sword. Merchants gathered outside Hanging Mountain, sitting on the ground, raising prices, and waiting for the price to sell. Countless people became rich because of this."

Chen Pingan was about to speak but stopped.

Wei Bo seemed to know what Chen Ping'an was thinking, and sneered: "Do you think everyone is you? You are a bad person, and you just give away the treasure? After giving it away, you are worried about whether it is heavy for others to hold. Do you want you to help carry it?"

The boy in Tsing Yi looked embarrassed and pinched his nose. Should he realize that he should really be kinder to Chen Ping'an in the future?

Chen Pingan remained silent.

"Chen Ping'an, don't take these bastard words of mine to heart. To be honest, I actually admire you."

Wei Bo apologized a little and exhaled a long breath, as if it had been accumulated in his stomach for too long and he would not spit it out quickly. Then his eyes turned sharp and he sneered: "Among the great monsters in the world, only what I know now According to the news, there are three peerless swordsmen who have been famous for a long time. Their combat power and killing power are unimaginable. Now that so many years have passed, I don’t know whether the number is more or less."

Wei Bo slapped his head and said, "I almost forgot to mention it. As for why the monsters tirelessly attack the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it's very simple. The living environment is too harsh and the spiritual energy is thin, which is not conducive to practice. They are physically strong and good at fighting. They are a world. Like a huge Gu farm, the strong ones occupy most of the mountain land, cultivation resources and many descendants. And our vast world is just a big fat piece of meat. It is not in the mouth, but you can see the leftovers in your bowl. How can you not salivate when someone else's bowl is full of meat and fish?"

Wei Bo's face gradually returned to calm, "Actually, to say right or wrong, one is for his own survival and expansion, and to make his children and grandchildren live a more prosperous life. The other is to guard the home and defend the border to the death. If it were replaced by a bystander, The third party may not have such a strong distinction between good and evil when looking at this matter. For these inside stories, after I entered Piyun Mountain, I agreed to become the righteous god of the mountain, which was regarded as forming a big alliance with the Song family of Dali. , you can know this. For the following things, you can just listen to the scriptures and stories, and don’t pay too much attention."

"It is said that there was a tragic battle before. A dozen big demons came together to the Great Sword Qi Wall and had a negotiation with the peak monk of the human race, hoping to exchange for a piece of land the size of East Aquarius Continent near Daoxuan Mountain as a condition for armistice. It’s just that of course we won’t agree to it, and we will push ourselves to the limit, as all children know.”

"After that battle, there was a gambling battle, thirteen versus thirteen. In fact, it happened not long ago, a few years ago. The Monster Clan and the Great Sword Qi Wall each sent thirteen people, seven wins and six losses. If the Monster Clan wins, we can occupy the Great Sword Qi Wall without sending any troops. If we win, we can obtain all the swords in the world of the Monster Clan!"

Having said this, Wei Bo couldn't help but stand up, "Fight! Why don't we dare to fight these thirteen fights!"

"do you know?!"

Wei Bo stretched out his finger in high spirits and pointed to the south, "Just the order of the two camps, we in the world have racked our brains. The Lu family of the Middle Earth, known as half of the Yin and Yang family, has an ancestor who has paid a huge amount of money for this. At the price, we can roughly calculate the order in which the demon masters will fight!"

"This is an unprecedented and unprecedented battle. Both sides have eliminated their top three strongest masters, so as not to get carried away one by one and penetrate the boundary between the two worlds, causing chaos in both worlds. Stable, the gains outweigh the losses. In this case, this fair duel will be meaningless."

But on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, they had won six of the previous seven games, excluding the first game. Under the good situation of being sure of victory, they lost the eighth game. Moreover, the female Sword Immortal became the first person to be killed on the battlefield by the demon clan formation. After that, they were defeated like a mountain, and they continued to lose until the twelfth game. In that game, the Sword Qi Great Wall believed that they would win, because the Great Sword Immortal was recognized as having outstanding combat power and had experienced hundreds of battles. No defeat! "

"But he still lost and became the second swordsman to die in battle."

"After that, all of us in the world were a little desperate, because everyone felt that defeat was inevitable. It wasn't that the last sword cultivator to fight on the Sword Qi Great Wall was not strong enough. On the contrary, he was very powerful, so powerful that people felt invincible. But the last one of the demon clan,

It is the one that has been recognized as one of the top three most lethal ones in the world for thousands of years. However, it has just emerged from the life-and-death barrier. It has been in seclusion for thousands of years, so it is not among the top three excluded. In this way, the masters of the Lu family of the Yin-Yang family will fight hard. No matter how many times he lost his life, he could not calculate this. It is obvious that the demon clan is destined to pay a high price to cover up this secret. "

"That great demon is a sword cultivator! A sword cultivator at the peak of the Thirteenth Realm!"

"In history, the demon tribe has fought countless siege battles. It was the first to attack the city and the last to retreat."

The little boy in green and the girl in pink skirt at the back turned pale after hearing this.

Even Chen Pingan, who was far more determined than ordinary people, clenched his fists and placed them heavily on his knees, sweating profusely without realizing it.

Wei Bo laughed loudly without warning, strode forward, his sleeves rolled violently, he pointed one finger to the far south, turned his head, and raised his fist with one hand, "But we won."

"The man who killed the great sword cultivator, everyone called him A-Liang! No one knew where he came from or where he was going. All they knew was that he killed the most monsters on the Great Sword Qi Wall! "

Wei Baochang was extremely excited, shook his arms fiercely, and shouted to the world: "His name is A Liang!"

Chen Pingan slowly turned his head and looked at the small bamboo building named Mengzi Building by a certain guy himself.

The stubborn boy burst into tears.

Remember the first time we met.

There was a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat, leading a donkey and carrying a knife, and introduced himself to the young man with a smile.

My name is A Liang, a kind-hearted Liang.

I'm a swordsman.