Sword of Coming

In the eyes of Zhigui, who was separated by a courtyard wall, Chen Ping'an was sitting on a small bench, swaying as if he was dozing off.

But in the perception of swordsman Cao Jun, Chen Ping'an's soul was shaking violently. The river was surging, and a small boat was in danger of capsizing at any time.

The flaming red fox stood on Cao Jun's shoulder and joked: "Although the origin of that sword embryo is unknown, it is certain that it is of extremely high quality. Even I would be jealous. You just gave up after suffering a small loss? This is not true Like your Cao Jun behavior."

Cao Jun threw the melon seed shells into the yard next door, shook his head and said: "No more grabbing, Lao Cao is right, it is best to be quiet and not move in the near future. People are dead and their lives are gone. Everything is in vain."

The flaming red fox said seductively: "There are only three things that can happen. There is only one chance. Give it a try. A horse will not be fat without weeds, and a man will not be rich without windfall. Since you, Cao Jun, suffered a big fall in your early years, let others take away your heart." It has turned into a muddy pond, causing your cultivation to stagnate. If you don't take the wrong path now, how can you achieve great things?"

Cao Jun remained silent, just lowering his head and eating melon seeds, his eyes dark.

Cao Jun has enjoyed a great reputation since his birth. He was originally the embryo of a Great Sword Immortal that was encountered once in a hundred years in Nanbosu Continent. Within the heart lake, wisps of pure sword energy were born innately. They stood tall and graceful like lotus flowers all over the lake. They only needed to wait for their buds to bloom. A day of rest. But later, he encountered an accident and was beaten to death by a peak powerhouse. His sword energy withered to pieces, and he was reduced to a withered lotus.

Since then, Cao Jun has become the laughing stock of the entire Nanbosu continent. The swordsmanship geniuses of his generation who were left far behind by him in the past are now surpassing Cao Jun one by one.

The flaming red fox lamented and patted Cao Jun's head with his paw, "Poor baby. The foundation of kendo is broken and the future is ruined. After so many years, I don't even have the heart to fight with God."

Cao Jun was slightly surprised and turned to look at the young man's ancestral home, "This guy has a very good character. I didn't even notice it before, but I actually found his own method for him."

Many things in the world will not be scary to the well-informed mountain gods, but they will still be interesting.

The flaming red fox was also slightly startled. He jumped on Cao Jun's head, stretched his neck to look at it, and watched the scene of the young man and the sword embryo fighting in his body. He said softly: "Well, it's similar to a Buddhist horse-tethering post. The spirit boat that helped the young man acted as an anchor. The young man's body was broken and patched, and it was not easy for him to reach this point. But being able to subdue the sword embryo was not enough. Cao Jun, you are being It was too smooth before being tricked, but too bumpy afterwards. Maybe the young man's experience today will be a little inspiration for you on your way to practice..."

Cao Jun stopped smiling to show others, suppressed all smiles, and his face became serious.

Cultivation and talent are just like the bowl that the founder used to reward rice. Even if some people have a big bowl, if there is too little rice in it, they will still be in a bleak situation of not being full, and their achievements will naturally be limited.

During this long journey, from the colorful Nan Posu Continent to the barbarian land of Dong Aoping Continent, Cao Jun gained a lot along the way. Every bit of it was beneficial.

In the process of wrestling with the sword embryo, although the young man had a strong mind and an anchor to help calm his heart, so as not to let his soul drift with the tide, the energy of the sword embryo was too strong, menacing and rampant, and it was impossible to defeat ten monsters with one force. The number of arrogant ways,

The flaming red fox slapped its paws against each other and gloated: "If you lose, miserably, you may have to lie on the hospital bed for ten days and a half. The sword embryo has obviously just become spiritual and does not know how to use its own innate magical powers. Otherwise, The young man cannot endure this."

Although Cao Jun's cultivation level is not as good as the fox charm above his head, he is still as close as a mountain. As a swordsman who was once expected to reach the top, he has his own unique vision, "Not necessarily."

The flaming red fox was surprised and said: "Huh? There are three deep castles in that young man's body. Is he still a good swordsman? No, no, it should be dug the day after tomorrow, but it is completely natural. It's such a big hand, no wonder it's like this I made a mistake."

The word "city deep" is mostly a secular term, describing someone who is far-sighted and has a slightly derogatory meaning.

But on the mountain, it is a great compliment. The acupoints are like a city and mansion, and naturally the higher they are, the bigger and more spectacular they are.

The flaming red fox sighed softly, "Such an inconspicuous young man has his own quirks that should not be underestimated. Cao Jun, you better listen to the old bastard and stop messing around recently. This broken Lizhu Cave, although it is a snail A dojo in a shell can hide dragons and crouching tigers, so you really shouldn’t act too arrogantly.”

Cao Jun nodded, "You have to keep your tail between your legs."

The flaming red fox was so angry that he stepped on Cao Jun's head, "You immature little bastard, I would like to remind you, why are you still cursing!"

The young man's aura gradually stabilized, and for some unknown reason, the sword embryo that had the upper hand suddenly withdrew its troops and wandered quietly in a majestic Qi Mansion.

Cao Jun stopped peeking at the scene over there and said with a narrow smile: "I heard that you have a sister named Qingying, who is one of the ancestors of the fox tribe like you. She has the hope of giving birth to a ninth tail. Cao covets her beauty. It’s been so many years, is it really beautiful?”

The flaming red fox raised his tail and used it as a fan to gently fan the breeze. He bared his teeth and said, "You're so good-looking. He has a dead face. He hasn't liked to smile since he was a child. His eyes are higher than his head. You can tell at a glance that he is unlucky." . With the old bastard's eyesight, even a sow, as long as it has a big belly, will be as beautiful as a fairy."

Cao Jun hesitated for a moment and asked softly: "I heard that she has been wandering around that Xiongzhen Tower for hundreds of years. Could it be that she hopes to become that guy's concubine?"

The flaming red fox loosened its tail and laughed heartily, as if it had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Will Mr. Bai fall in love with her? As one of the longest-standing demon kings in the world, Mr. Bai has traveled to two places. What kind of female has not been seen in every corner of the world? Would she fall in love with such an ordinary little fox?"

Zhenhai Tower stands on the shore of the South China Sea in Posu Island, and Cao happened to be one of the gatekeepers, so Cao Jun knew many inside stories.

The fiery red fox had a low voice, "The saint of the three religions is treating us Master Bai unfairly! Master Bai is obviously helping..."

Inside the room, Cao Xi shouted: "You bitch, you want to die? Why don't you shut up!"

The flaming red fox suddenly came back to his senses. Realizing that he had made a mistake, he actually looked up to the sky, clasped his hands together, bowed and bent down, as if he was praying to apologize devoutly. He did not even hide, and allowed his body to be swept away by a wisp of sword energy from Cao Xi. Exploded.

"Twenty words, and you will be punished!"

Cao Xi used twenty rays of sharp sword energy one after another, and the flaming red fox did not dodge even once. In the end, Cao Jun hugged the dying fox with both hands and walked back to the house.

Cao Xi was still angry, pointing at the fox in Cao Jun's arms and yelling: "If you want to die, just jump into Ruan Qiong's sword furnace. Ruan Qiong can still miss you, don't make any nonsense here, it will bring trouble to my family, Cao family and others." You will be buried together! The world is huge and the three leaders don’t care about it, but what about the disciples and disciples under them? Let’s not talk about anything else, just the master of Daoxuan Mountain. You don’t know what his temper is like?! You prodigal bitch!"

The flaming red fox tilted his head and fainted.

Cao Jun said softly: "That's almost it. Without it, you, Cao Xi, wouldn't be where you are today. You can be a bad person, but you have to show some conscience."

Cao Xi stopped suddenly, his eyes gloomy, staring at the descendant who had lost his smile.

Cao Xi looked disgusted and waved his sleeves and said: "Go and tell that little brat named Cao Mao not to be like the Yuan family. His vision is the size of a grain of rice and only focuses on the gains and losses of a temple in Dali. What a bunch of trash. Why?" Don’t die! You still have the nerve to come see the ancestor and tell him to get lost!”

Cao Jun hugged the fox and turned away with an indifferent expression.

Cao Xi stayed alone in his ancestral home and began to walk slowly around the patio.

Once upon a time, there was a sick old man here who lay in a dimly lit room all year round. There was an unfilial drunkard who had a headache all day and night about the expenses of doing daily errands. There was a guy who had no idea. The woman wakes up early and stays in the dark, not only doing housework but also busy working in the fields. At thirty years old, she looks older than the other forty-year-old women in Mud Bottle Alley.

But at that time, there was a shabby young man with a naughty character who was not afraid of anything. He laughed and laughed every day. He didn’t read books or do anything. He just daydreamed. He always felt that sooner or later, he would be in Fulu. Bought the biggest house down the street. As for whether grandpa and parents would still be alive even if they did survive the day, the young man was busy idle and dreaming, so he didn't think about that at all.

The old man, who was no longer a teenager, took out the rusty ancient copper coin, raised it high above his head, and looked through the square hole of the copper coin, and then through the square roof patio.

Thinking back to those days, there seems to have been such a conversation.

"Mom, when I become successful in the future, I will let you sleep in a mountain of gold and silver."

"well!"

"Mom, I'm telling you the truth!"

"Put away the copper coins quickly. Your father will see it and take it away again."

…

Cao Xi put away his thoughts, looked around, and laughed at himself: "Being an immortal means you will lose all your popularity."

Chen Pingan locked the door, left Mubo Alley, and came to the New Year's Eve shop in Qilong Alley. The boy in green sat on the threshold in a daze. When he saw Chen Pingan, he just weakly called "Master". Chen Pingan crossed the threshold. I found the girl in the pink skirt standing on a bench with a solemn and serious expression. She was behind the counter, calculating against the account books spread out on the table. Her hands and fingers were like butterflies, dazzling, crackling, crisp and sweet, surrounded by several people. A woman and girl from a small town, she was full of shock and admiration.

The simple-minded women and girls all smiled and called him "Shopkeeper Chen" after seeing Chen Ping'an.

The girl in the pink skirt raised her head when she heard the sound and said, "Master, I'm helping the shop settle accounts. I'll be fine soon."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, went around the counter, asked someone to bring him paper and pen, and began to write a gift list. Before leaving the town, he asked Ruan Xiu to help deliver gifts to many neighbors. When Chen Pingan went to Longyao Before making porcelain, he grew up eating hundreds of rice. For example, he often went to Gu Can's house to have rice, and he often received some old clothes that teenagers from other families couldn't wear. For Chen Pingan, every meal, every meal A piece of clothing is a great kindness to save a life. He told Ruan Xiu at that time that as long as he lives in the future, he will send it door to door every year. There will not be too many things each time, but for the small door near Mud Bottle Lane For a small household, various items ranging from seven or eight taels to twenty taels of silver are definitely not that small.

Ruan Xiu asked at that time why not give a little more money in one go, which would be more refreshing and make those people grateful.

Chen Ping'an said that was not possible. He grew up at the bottom of the city. It's not that he didn't understand people's hearts and the way of the world. He just couldn't explain the principles in books, such as fighting against rice and grudges, and seemingly trivial things. , the most consuming thing is filial piety and kindness. So he carefully explained his little truth to Ruan Xiu. In this small town, the situation of each household is actually similar to that of a crop field. They are all divided into big years and small years. Some children and grandchildren are prosperous and prosperous. , there is no shortage of money. Some sudden changes may cause a family that was originally relatively prosperous to suddenly collapse. Therefore, the things Chen Pingan prepared can be used for food and clothing. If there is an urgent need for money, he can even convert those things into money and give them to families with a lot of money. People will be happy. If they are given to families in need, they will be more happy. Will cherish it.

Whether it's the icing on the cake or a timely help.

All good things.

It's just that Chen Ping'an didn't understand why he did the right thing until he learned how to read.

After Ruan Xiu heard this, she smiled very happily and said that things were different up and down the mountain.

The number of people on this year's gift list is slightly smaller than last time. There are different degrees of kindness. Some of the friendships left by the fathers are just acquaintances. In fact, it is not a kindness. Chen Ping'an is not so generous as to give gifts every year, but Even if Chen Pingan could not establish friendship with some elderly neighbors, he still chose to keep them on the gift list.

No one's money falls from the sky. It has nothing to do with how much money a person has in his pocket.

Chen Pingan thought that if there was a chance in the future, he would still build bridges and roads.

After the girl in the pink skirt finished checking the accounts, she began to ask about the business conditions of the shop. Chen Pingan did not get involved in this. After thinking about it, he handed her the gift list so that she did not have to rush to buy items. The girl in the pink skirt accepted the gift list solemnly, promising that it would be done properly for the master. Chen Ping'an rubbed her little head and came to sit next to the kid in Tsing Yi. The latter was worried, sighed, and kept repeating the words "Jianghu is sinister".

A handsome young man named Cui Ci came to the shop with his luggage on his back. He said that his husband was at home and couldn't leave, so he asked him to deliver the things. He asked Chen Ping'an not to take it seriously and collect it after accepting it. The boy in Tsing Yi didn't want to see the young man. He looked sideways at the old-fashioned Cui Ci. He was so angry that he stood up suddenly and said, "Your husband and my master are equals. You are a little book boy, so show some respect." My master has received some great gift, so why are you so arrogant?"

Cui Ci's face turned red.

Chen Ping'an smoothed things over and said, "Cui Ci, tell your husband that I will keep the things and practice drawing talismans."

Cui Ci nodded with a straight face, turned to the boy in green and snorted coldly, then turned and strode away.

The boy in green faced the young man's back and punched, kicked and punched him from a long distance away. Then he relaxed a little, sat back on the threshold, and said with a sad face: "Master, how can you do this in such a vicious little town? Are you alive today? If it had been Silly Girl and I, we would have been cramped and skinned long ago."

Chen Ping'an sighed: "I don't know."

The girl in the pink skirt came to the threshold and said with lingering fear: "Sir, who is that young lady carrying the bucket? It's so scary. I think she is no worse than the master's students."

The boy in green shook his head vigorously and said, "I won't even go to Mud Bottle Alley to death, because I know how to let a sheep fall into a tiger's mouth!"

Chen Pingan changed the subject, "How about I name the Sophora Sword and the other sword that Master Ruan is forging to Exorcise Demons and Subdue Demons?"

He lowered his voice and said, "For the sword embryo, I think 'first grade' or 'morning' are more appropriate."

The two little guys looked at each other.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Is it okay for me to choose a name?"

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched, then he put on a smile and extended his thumb, "My master's skill in naming is very deep and unfathomable. He returns to his original nature, and is both vulgar and elegant. He is more knowledgeable than a scholar!"

The girl in the pink skirt hesitated to speak. She touched her chest and thought for a while. She might as well not speak out against her conscience. During the first month of the year, she couldn't displease the master.

Chen Pingan glanced at the girl in the pink skirt and asked doubtfully: "Isn't it particularly good? Then there is always something to make do, right?"

The girl in the pink skirt kept her mouth shut, and it was already unconscionable not to speak. If she said yes, she would not be able to get over this hurdle in her heart.

The kid in green clothes said angrily: "Master, what's wrong, you don't believe my vision? That means your vision is really not good!"

Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "The name is not good?"

The boy in green yelled, and finally couldn't help but speak up. He stood up, put his hands on his hips, and said impassionedly: "Master! Subdue demons, eliminate demons. Which deceitful Taoist priest doesn't talk about this? 'Morning'? I still have noon, and what about evening?" ? The first day of the junior high school? The fifteenth day of the lunar month?! Master, these three are all bad names. Not only are they not impressive, but they are not novel at all! Look at the names of other people’s swords. Master, your student’s name is Jin. Sui, which not only fits the image but is not too secular, as well as Cao Jun's white fish and ink chi, let's look at yours, the one on the morning of the first day of the new year. If I were a enlightened sword spirit, I would get it. A mouthful of old blood spurted out."

"Approval opinion."

Chen Pingan thought carefully for a long time, "The name will not be changed!"

The boy in green slapped his forehead and said earnestly: "To the south of our Aquarius Continent, there is a prestigious mansion of the Immortal Family. It was given the name of the Invincible Divine Fist Gang by the founder. It has been laughed at for many years. Sir, Your naming has the same purpose. But fortunately, sir, you are not a genius swordsman. It is estimated that not many people will have heard of the name of the sword in the future, so sir, just be happy."

Just as Chen Ping'an was about to speak, his heart trembled and he stood up quietly, "You guys stay in Qilong Lane, I'll go somewhere else for a walk."

Chen Ping'an came to the backyard of Yang's shop.

After Chen Pingan sat down, Old Man Yang slowly said: "Let me talk about a little thing first. The two little snakes and pythons following you, tell them to leave the town quickly and go to Luolu Mountain. Next, Ruan Qiong will start a furnace to forge a sword. , the momentum will be so great that all the monsters, ghosts and spirits in Longquan County will probably suffer. The sound of forging swords will scatter the hard-earned Taoism that has been accumulated for a hundred years, or even be knocked back to their original form, and they will simply die. . Next, Longquan County Government and Huaihuang County Government will notify all registered monsters to either leave here temporarily, or to take refuge in the Wenwu Temple and the mountains, because these places hide the wind and water, and are full of spiritual energy. It can help stop the aftermath of Ruan Qiong's sword-making. Those two little things in your family, don't really think that everything will be safe and sound just because you have a peace and quiet card."

Chen Ping'an's face was heavy, "Okay, I'll inform them both when I get back."

Old man Yang was smoking a dry cigarette and seemed to be thinking about something to say.

Chen Ping'an sat upright and worried.

Old Man Yang finally said: "Qi Jingchun secretly hid a little incense figurine, which is something I couldn't ask for. Well, it was the little guy who lived in your locust wood sword before. Now it belongs to me. As a reward, I need to protect you once, this time. Nowadays, the situation in the town is changing, and it is definitely not something you can show your face to, so it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. I have asked someone to help you with your fortune. When Ruan Qiong succeeds in forging the sword, you will Travel south. As for where to go, it depends on your mood. Whether you want to travel around the mountains and rivers, travel in the rivers and lakes, or go to the battlefield to sharpen your martial arts, it all depends on your own choice, Chen Ping'an. In short, don't come back within five years. ."

Chen Pingan opened his mouth slightly.

Old Man Yang continued: "You don't have to worry about the ancestral house in Muping Alley, the five hills including Luolu Mountain, the shop in Qilong Alley, etc. They will only be better managed than on your own."

Chen Pingan's lips moved slightly.

Old Man Yang smiled and said, "Among your friends, isn't there a little girl named Ning Yao? I might as well tell you that she comes from Daoxuan Mountain, or the Great Wall of Sword Qi to be precise. In her hometown, there is a shortage of one. There is a good sword in hand, if you have the courage, go over there and help her deliver the sword."

Chen Pingan took a deep breath and asked, "When do you want me to leave?"

Old Man Yang thought for a moment, "Pack it up, wait until Ruan Qiong takes out the sword, and leave immediately after you get it."

Chen Pingan asked: "What will happen if you don't leave?"

The old man sarcastically said: "How? What else can you do? The little wealth you finally saved up is used to make wedding clothes for others. A group of people sit down, you divide the mountain, I take the sword embryo, he raises the snake and python, and divides them up. , everyone is happy. As for you, it is estimated that it will be difficult for people to collect the body. And this is not the worst result. The worse result, I tell you now, is not a good thing. "

Chen Pingan stretched out his hands, rubbed his cheeks fiercely, and suddenly asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with business, "The old gentleman said before that the small town is so big that I can't imagine it. I want to ask more, the small town is so big." How big is it?"

Old Man Yang blew out smoke rings and said with a smile: "If I guessed correctly, you have already seen that long bridge in the sky, right?"

Chen Pingan was immediately horrified, and his heart was filled with ripples.

Old Man Yang said calmly: "For the sake of the golden incense villain, I can reveal some secrets to you. For example, in that small temple, most of the small town children who wrote their names by accident in the past have died, but they survived Without exception, they are all heroes and heroes, such as Xie Shi, the Heavenly Lord of Juluzhou, and Cao Xi, the Sword Immortal of Posuzhou. As for me, I am just a rent collector. Year after year, as long as I keep an eye on It will be done according to the harvest of the fields.”

"Another example is the place that you commonly call the Crab Arch. It is actually equivalent to a contract. During the dragon slaying battle, everyone sat down one by one and discussed their merits and rewards. The first person to sign a contract here was a total of four saints from the three religions and one family. Ma Kuxuan is related to one of them. In addition, in fact, the real function of the Archway Tower has long been unknown. It should be called the Sword Zhen Tower, one of the nine majestic Zhen Towers in the world. As for what sword is suppressed? , as long as you and I know it well. But in order to hide from others, there is also a Sword Suppression Tower standing in Jinjiazhou. Although the replica of the tower can be fake and the Suppression Sword is also amazing, it is still a fake in the end. But this kind of secret You can just listen to it as a story. It doesn’t matter if you haven’t heard it, and it’s useless if you have.”

Old Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky, "It is said to be the Sword Suppressing Tower. In fact, in the earliest times, this place was an ascension platform. But that was a long time ago, so it is useless to say more."

Old Man Yang withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "Because of your existence, you have played a matchmaking role invisibly. I have done a lot of business over the years and made a lot of money. The same reason why I taught you the breath-taking technique back then. I made a profit from a certain transaction, so you don't have to be grateful for it. There's no need. Business is business. Maybe one day in the future, your enemy will sit here and take out enough chips. I will still talk to him. Business, sell you."

Chen Pingan remained silent.

Somewhat sad.

After all, he is still a boy. No matter how much hardship he endures, no matter how far he travels on the mountain road, he will still be that boy. He is only fifteen years old after the New Year.

Old Man Yang pointed to the hairpin on Chen Pingan's head, "Although it's just an ordinary hairpin, I like the words on it, so I'm going to do a small business with you. You can use this hairpin to exchange for the same square-inch item with me. Even if you are only a second-level warrior, you can still control it. This alone makes it rarer than most of the small and close things in the world. Next time you go south alone, you will be no more helpless than the last time. Something that is truly close to you will never go far."

Chen Pingan was stunned.

Old Man Yang waited quietly for the answer.

Chen Pingan asked softly: "If one day I want to redeem the hairpin, is that okay?"

Old Man Yang smiled and said: "Most others can't. You, Chen Ping'an, have helped me make money so many times, so you can make an exception once. But the ugly words are ahead. When the time comes, it won't be a small thing that can be redeemed. ”

Chen Pingan took off the jade hairpin and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the white jade hairpin made of ordinary material and put it in his sleeve without looking at it.

The next moment, before Chen Pingan could take back his hand, a jasper dagger no more than an inch long appeared in the palm of his hand. Old Man Yang smiled and said: "I think you named the sword embryo well. It's the first day of the new year. It's a good sign." , it’s because those two little guys didn’t know what to do. Coincidentally, this pocket flying sword can be cultivated into a high-quality natal flying sword, and can also be used as a square-inch object, named ‘Fifteen’. "

Chen Pingan asked in a low voice: "Isn't it very precious?"

"Just take it."

Old Man Yang twitched his lips, "Who doesn't eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year?"