Sword of Coming

The small green sword held in the palm of his hand is named Fifteen.

Why does Chen Pingan feel that choosing a name is more careless than his own?

Chen Ping'an clearly felt a slightly cool breath that penetrated into his skin, but afterwards it made him feel warm, as if he was basking in the winter sun. Chen Ping'an noticed that the mysterious aura slowly flowed through the acupoints of the Qi Mansion along the meridians in his body. Finally, he chose to stop where a ray of sword energy was previously hidden and swept into it. In the empty "mansion" It spins leisurely, echoing the other aperture where the silver sword embryo resides.

Old Man Yang blew out a smoke ring and nodded: "To my surprise, this sword is destined to be with you. It shouldn't have been so smooth. I also thought about sending Buddha to the west to help you once. The flying sword first surrenders somewhere in your body, and then relies on your perseverance to make it obey orders."

The old man used his magical powers and saw the unusually docile and peaceful flying sword in Chen Ping'an's Qi Mansion. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "I'm really curious and ask you two questions. It's up to you whether you want to answer them. Chen Ping'an You have been practicing boxing for so long, and you have only one foot on the threshold of the three realms. Are you in a hurry? And when you are practicing boxing, do you have any thoughts that have supported you to this day? "

Chen Pingan answered honestly: "I will be anxious, but I know that it is useless to be anxious, because it is just like porcelain and drawing blanks. The more anxious you are, the more mistakes you make, so you don't think too much about it. Sometimes you just can't stop thinking, so you just let yourself go." With my head free, I rely on instinct to follow the rules, or I choose a place with a wide view and practice the sword furnace. If it still doesn't work, I will read and practice calligraphy. If it doesn't work, I will have nothing to do, so I will just think about it, such as thinking about it. How much money do you have now..."

Speaking of this, Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed.

Old Man Yang's expression remained as usual, "Continue to the second question."

Chen Ping'an straightened his back subconsciously. He didn't want to hide anything, and he didn't want to hide it at all. He was like a pauper with only four walls, showing off the most valuable thing in the house, full of unreasonable confidence, "I'm doing embroidery." Jiang Shang fought with someone, and one thing became more and more certain, that is, when I feel that I am right, no matter who the opponent is, every time I punch, I can be faster! Every next time, I will be faster. !”

Old Man Yang asked: "Quickly? I'll give you ten thousand punches and one hundred thousand punches. Can you hit the corner of my clothes?"

Chen Pingan was not discouraged at all, and blurted out naturally: "I will compare myself first. I feel I have a clear conscience, and then I will compare myself with others!"

Old Man Yang hummed, "That's right for you."

Ma Kuxuan, who was also born in a small town, is the ultimate in another path, pursuing the goal of truly being above ten thousand people and being a leader among his peers. This is not because Ma Kuxuan is too conceited, but because his talent is so good that he would be wasting his natural resources if he dare not think like this. If God does not take it, you will suffer the consequences.

As for the young man in the back alley who just took off his hosta, he should be on another road. He is inconspicuous at first glance, and still inconspicuous at second glances. No matter how many times he looks at it, at most he thinks it is pretty good. In fact, he is not that stupid, and he is still a bit fancy. , and then most people will stop paying attention.

Old Man Yang said sternly: "I will teach you two sets of mantras for controlling the 'Fifteenth'. One set is used to warm and nourish the sword element, and the other set is used to open and close locks."

Chen Pingan asked in advance: "With two flying swords being warmed and maintained in the body at the same time, won't there be any conflict?"

Old Man Yang sneered: "Ruan Qiong doesn't have two natal swords. In order to forge swords and seek enlightenment, he must consume a lot of natural materials and earthly treasures, as well as be distracted by some personal affairs. Otherwise, with his qualifications and family background, he will not be able to raise two more natal swords." It's okay. The natal flying sword depends on the opportunity. The time is not up. You can't ask for it in a hundred years. The time has come and you can't stop it. It's just that the natal sword is not about ordering troops on the battlefield. The more the better. It's a sword cultivator's dream. It is said that one sword can defeat all magic, why not say 'two swords and three swords'? It lies in the true peak swordsmanship. Having a flying sword that suits your heart is enough. Any more will be a burden. As for You Chen Ping'an, practicing boxing is a life-threatening practice, why practicing swordsmanship, I don't want to guess, but other mountains, magic weapons and the like, you are just like saving copper coins, you think there is too much money, and it is too tiring to carry it in your pocket? Will you? ?"

Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "How big is the square inch of the '15th', and how much can it hold?"

Old Man Yang smiled and said: "It's almost the same length, width and height as your locust wood sword. It's not bad. It's better than ordinary square-inch objects. A mountain of gold and silver can't fit in it, but at least you don't have to carry it on your back. Use big bamboo baskets to travel around the world. Remember, don't put anything small into a living thing, such as the piece of sword embryo Chuyi. Once you forcefully ingest it, it will break some of the rules of the 'Dongtian Paradise', and both jade and stone will be destroyed. Then just feel sorry for yourself."

After that, Old Man Yang taught Chen Pingan two sets of formulas and repeated them twice. After Chen Pingan remembered them in his heart, the old man continued to smoke dry cigarettes, and the smoke rose in curls.

In the dark, Chen Ping'an seemed to have built a single-plank bridge with the jade sword in the Qi Mansion. Being able to talk to it was an indescribable feeling.

Chen Ping'an thought, his soul trembled slightly, and the flying sword came out of his body without any hindrance, but he couldn't stop it and went straight to Old Man Yang. Old Man Yang didn't even blink, and the green pocket flying sword flew out. The sword seemed to have hit a high wall, and bounced back to Chen Pingan in a daze. It disappeared in a flash, and quickly slipped back to the Qi Palace, like a sulking child, unwilling to pay attention to Chen Pingan's inner call. .

Chen Pingan was a little panicked.

Old Man Yang found it a bit funny and said slowly: "The previous masters before the fifteenth year were all famous figures. I have never met a master as stupid as you. He is so bad at handling the sword, so naturally he feels embarrassed. It doesn’t want to come out and show off. It’s okay. As long as you practice diligently, the connection between you will become closer in the future. When you win its true recognition, you, the master, will have more control, even if it wants to destroy it on its own. , it is not difficult to dissipate between heaven and earth."

Chen Pingan nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he could do better by immersing himself in doing things, Chen Pingan was not afraid.

What he is afraid of are those things that he can't do well no matter how hard he tries, such as firing porcelain.

Old Man Yang suddenly said: "Do you know why Fifteen is still willing to choose to share weal and woe with you even though he knows your qualifications are average? Because you thought of the crucial word 'fast'. This is fundamentally related to Fifteen's sword intention. It’s the same thing. The flying sword of Fifteen is meant to be fast, so fast that it can catch all opponents off guard, seize the opportunity, and be invincible.”

Chen Ping'an suddenly realized, and at the same time he thought about the sword embryo whose real name was "Xiao Fengdu". The reason why it conflicted with him was probably because he had not yet understood its sword intention.

Old Man Yang waved his hand, "Don't move around much lately, just wait quietly for news about Ruan Qiong."

Chen Pingan was about to speak but stopped.

The old man said angrily: "New Year's greetings? Not to mention whether I am willing to make an exception and accept it, can you give me something that I like? To say the least, even if there is something that I like, are you willing to give it? Go ahead and give it to me. Go, finish talking about business, and quickly go back to Luopo Mountain. As for the belongings you put at the blacksmith shop, I will have someone bring them over to you. You appearing near the sword furnace now are too eye-catching and inappropriate."

Chen Ping'an knew the old man's temper, so he stood up and left the Yang's pharmacy without any hesitation.

Just as he stepped out of the pharmacy door, Chen Pingan couldn't help but turn around and go back. After passing the side room, he saw the old man sitting there puffing away smoke. Chen Pingan bowed to the old man.

Old Man Yang accepted it calmly.

After Chen Ping'an left again, the old man knocked on the yellow-colored bamboo stick and smoked, thinking.

Over the long years, the old man has secretly made countless deals. Even to this day, he still doesn't think too highly of that young man. Someone's life is really good, so good that it can be described as a blessing, and it will often continue to be good, until a bad life comes, and the mountains collapse and the earth breaks apart, making people cry. But life is hard, and it is still difficult to stand out. Ups and downs, ups and downs, no matter how high you really want to go, it is difficult. It is easy to be distanced by those proud people of heaven, and you can only follow others and eat dust. .

Chen Ping'an is like a weed next to the crop field under the old man's nose. It has been crushed down time and time again in the wind and rain, and it is lingering. Maybe a local dog doesn't like to step aside when peeing, but every time the spring breeze blows, every New Year new ambience.

Therefore, Old Man Yang is willing to go with the trend, so he might as well place a bet on this young man who was originally the least optimistic. It is a small bet that will make you happy. Losing will not hurt your muscles and bones, but winning will be an extra surprise.

If your life is good, you must work hard.

A tough life means more stamina.

But Old Man Yang knew the general trend. In the age of great strife, when a hundred schools of thought contended, and all heroes came together, it would be a "big year" in which geniuses would emerge, a rare event in a thousand years.

On the road of spiritual practice, one step is slow and the other is slow. It is really difficult for you, Chen Pingan, to stand out.

Chen Ping'an walked on the small street and said to himself: "Fifteen, I'm sorry, I've made you lose face. I will work hard to practice the sword-handling formula in the future, so that I won't make a fool of myself like I did today."

Chen Ping'an did feel a little guilty.

When others show kindness to him, if he can't do something, Chen Ping'an will have a bad conscience.

The green flying sword in the Qi Palace jumped slightly, and it seemed that its mood improved instantly, and it forgave Chen Pingan for his poor sword control that had made him laugh before.

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but smile, thinking that compared to the grumpy Chu Yi, who was also born to fly the sword, Fifteen was actually much gentler.

As a result, as soon as Chen Pingan came up with such an idea, the sword embryo began to leave his nest in the first year of junior high school, and the pain made Chen Pingan hunched up, and he stood there, unable to take a step out.

Fifteen noticed something strange, and swooped out of the Qi Mansion, swimming all the way, quickly passing through many passes, and finally arrived at the "doorstep" of the first grade of junior high school, hanging in the air, spinning gently, as if he was hesitating whether to visit or not.

Chen Ping'an couldn't move forward normally, so he had to move with difficulty and sat on the steps at the fork in the street.

Probably because Fei Jian Fifteen attracted his attention, Jian Fei let Chen Pingan go on Chuyi.

The two flying swords, which are destined to be "unkind to others", are hovering inside and outside the door of the Qi Mansion. They look like a fierce confrontation, but also like a hesitant encounter.

Chen Pingan took advantage of this gap to breathe heavily, take a short rest, and then trotted towards Qilong Lane, calling for the boy in green and the girl in pink skirt, and returned to Luo Luoshan.

On the first day of the lunar month, I didn’t see the fifteenth.

Parted on bad terms.

Near Zhenzhu Mountain, Chen Pingan was beaten again and again on the first day of the new year, which made Chen Pingan almost roll on the ground. He had to grit his teeth and squat on the ground, sweating profusely, and almost fainted. Chen Pingan could only use the eighteen-stop breathing method desperately. Since the big bottleneck between six and seven was now broken, Chen Pingan could vaguely maintain a little bit of clarity during the tug-of-war with the sword embryo. But for this The price paid is to clearly feel the tremendous pain caused by all the vibrations of the soul. This torture is no less painful than the pain of skinning and the pain of Ling Chi.

Fifteen was ready to make a move, but he still did not leave his habitat, as if he still planned to watch the fire from the other side before making up his mind.

By the time he was content to regain his composure on the first day of the new year, Chen Pingan was almost fished out of the water. He continued on his way staggeringly, staggering and swaying, but even Chen Pingan didn't realize that he was invisible. The fist spirit flowing through his body became stronger and stronger.

In the mountains, there was a barefoot old man in ragged clothes. His vision was turbid. He was like a headless fly running around, stumbling and repeating, "Where is the humble gentleman? Where is my humble gentleman..."

In an instant, the crazy old man's eyes suddenly became brighter. After looking around, he did not rise from the ground, let alone fly by the wind. Instead, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, carefully examined the trend of the mountains, and then stepped forward in one step. When he came out, he walked directly in front of a group of three people. The old man looked at the sweating young man and asked, "Is your name Chen Ping'an?"

Chen Pingan's body tensed and he nodded: "Yes, old gentleman, do you have anything to do with me?"

The kid in green clothes had dull eyes and a heart filled with despair.

Why, after leaving the small town, I thought I was letting the birds fly, and then walking on a remote road in the mountains, I started to punch my own gods and monsters to death?

The old man looked furious and asked hurriedly: "I am Cui Chan... I am Cui Chan's grandfather. Are you his husband now?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then became more cautious and said, "That's right."

The old man spoke very quickly, "How is he doing now? Will he be bullied?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while and found it difficult to answer this question. Because the young national master Cui Chan, or Cui Dongshan who went to Cliff Academy, had a really bad life on that trip. Chen Pingan didn't want to deceive this poor old man who called himself Grandpa Cui Cheng, but he didn't dare to tell the truth. Subconsciously, Chen Pingan felt that the old man in front of him was very similar to the mountain-moving ape from Zhengyang Mountain, but the only difference was that There are different levels of cultivation between the two. As for the mountain-moving ape, the mountain-moving ape is higher, but the old man in front of him is taller. Chen Ping'an's Taoism is too low to tell the difference at all.

The old man just frowned, making Chen Ping'an and the two little guys feel a sense of suffocating oppression. The old man snorted coldly: "Although you are my grandson's husband, I should respect you, but you are not even pure in the three realms." Wufu, how can I be my grandson’s mentor?! If my grandson encounters trouble in the future, you, the teacher, will have no choice but to sit back and watch the show from a distance?! No, absolutely not!"

The sloppy old man's eyes were as sharp as knives, and he stared at Chen Ping'an, "Take me to a place you think is safe, I want to help you!"

Before Chen Pingan nodded and shook his head, the old man stood beside Chen Pingan and grabbed Chen Pingan's shoulder with his five fingers like hooks. "Speak quickly! Time will not wait for me. I will wake up for at most one stick of incense. Don't waste time!"

Chen Pingan was confused.

But the old man casually shook his shoulder, and not only Chen Ping'an was heartbroken, but even the two flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month buzzed and whined endlessly. After all, the power they can exert is closely related to Chen Ping'an's state of cultivation, so they can't go out to stop the old man's aggressiveness at the moment.

The boy in blue and the girl in pink didn't dare to move, not because they didn't want to, but because they couldn't.

According to legend, pure warriors who have reached the top of the world, such as those at the top of the mountain in the ninth realm, have condensed their momentum and released it like sword energy, which is unstoppable. With just a roar, they can shatter the courage of the enemy, whether in the world or in the martial arts world. It's not uncommon on the battlefield.

The old man shouted angrily: "Speak quickly! If you keep whining, I don't care whether you are my grandson's husband or not, I will punch you and break your hands and feet!"

Chen Ping'an's eyes were determined, he gritted his teeth and was ready to fight to the death to gain a chance of survival for himself.

The old man looked at him, laughed loudly, let go of the young man's shoulders, took a step back, and laughed loudly: "Little kid, you have some skills, not bad, good stuff! If it falls into the hands of other bullshit martial arts masters, then No matter how hard I try to shape you, you won’t be able to achieve success, but I’m different!”

Wei Bo, dressed in white clothes, appeared on the mountain road with ecstasy. After a moment of silence, he smiled at Chen Ping'an and said, "You might as well take this old gentleman to the Bamboo House. If you agree, I will lead the way."

The old man looked at Wei Bo and said, "Hey, I haven't seen such a human-like mountain god for a long time. It's interesting and interesting. When I regain some strength, I will definitely come to you to discuss and learn from each other when I have the opportunity."

Wei Bo smiled and said: "Old sir, don't come to me for discussion. Just polish your grandson's martial arts realm. I guess he will be busy enough."

The old man had a sarcastic smile on his face, "Stop talking nonsense, take me to Chen Ping'an's territory, which is called Luolu Mountain. I know there is a place over there that is suitable for sharpening knives. Lead the way!"

Wei Bo was not annoyed at all by the old man's imposing aura. He nodded with a smile, snapped his fingers, the landscape was reversed, and the group of people instantly appeared outside Luo Luoshan Bamboo House.

Chen Ping'an looked at Wei Bo, who nodded slightly.

The old man grabbed his shoulder, jumped to the second floor with a slight jump, pushed the door in with Chen Ping'an, the old man raised his eyebrows, laughed happily and said: "What a great place! I can wake up at least once a day." In terms of time, it is really not inferior to the Cave Heaven Paradise. I finally have a bit of the gentlemanly bearing of my family."

The old man took a few steps back and said, "Chen Ping'an, can you endure hardship?"

Chen Pingan, who was confused from beginning to end, nodded subconsciously and said: "It can be eaten."

The old man asked again: "Will it cause great suffering if you eat it?"

Chen Pingan did not dare to answer this question.

The old man was a little unhappy and cursed: "Like a little girl, if it works, it's okay, but if it doesn't work, it won't work. What a big deal! It's so unpleasant. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be happy to serve you!"

Chen Pingan silently told himself that the old man in front of him was not very bright, so he didn't need to take it to heart and just let him have his say.

The old man stepped forward with one foot and formed a simple boxing stance with one punch forward in the air and the other close to the chest. It was simple, but in an instant it became astonishingly powerful.

The old man said solemnly: "You can only become a master by enduring hardships. As martial artists, if we want to go up, before we reach the top, we have to become a wild dog foraging for food on the roadside! We must tell ourselves, If you want to live happily, you must contend with the Great Way of Heaven and Earth! Compete with the bullshit gods! Compete with fellow warriors! Finally, you have to compete with yourself! Compete for that breath!"

"When you exhale this breath, it will make the world change color! It will make the gods kneel down and kowtow. It will make all the warriors in the world feel that you are the one above!"

At this moment, the white-haired old man, who was clearly worse than a beggar, was so majestic and energetic that it was unparalleled!

The old man seemed to be telling the young man a clear truth.

The person in front of you is invincible!