Sword of Coming

A Liang's trip came and went in a hurry. Instead of feeling that A Liang was knocked down with one punch, Chen Ping'an was no longer the fierce man he thought he was. Instead, he felt that A Liang was particularly handsome like this.

It's just that Chen Ping'an is still a little regretful. He has never seen A Liang use his sword with his own eyes.

After Chen Pingan looked away, he took off the sword-raising gourd named Jiang Hu, took a sip of wine, and couldn't help but sigh: "After practicing boxing for millions, you should hurry up and practice swordsmanship."

After putting the wine gourd back on, Chen Pingan was no longer so reserved. He took a deep breath and with a smile on his face, he actually practiced setting up the sword furnace so openly.

The sword-wielding immortal passed by the town mightily, flying in the wind to see the strong winds in the sky, walking far away on the sword, watching the ebb and flow of the tide; the old man surnamed Cui punched out, the ground shook, the mountains shook, and the Fengxue Temple In the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the swordsman came first before the man arrived, and the sky and the earth shone brightly...

If some good things are revealed in others and you are envious of them, then go and learn them. As for whether you can learn them or not, you can tell after you work hard.

What a simple thing.

The long wait, coupled with the previous violent vibrations, caused panic and uneasiness on and off the Kun ship. Chun Shui was afraid of an accident at the observation deck, so at the risk of offending the distinguished guests, he walked through the study and came to the threshold, where he found that A monk who was close to the Great God of Beiyue had disappeared. Chun Shui couldn't help but curse, this guy was really elusive.

Realizing that Chen Ping'an seemed to be cultivating, Chun Shui quickly turned around silently without saying a word, and deliberately walked softly when returning to the main hall.

Interfering with the practice of a Qi practitioner or a pure martial artist is a taboo on both the mountain and the mountain.

The retreat of great qi practitioners from all continents will be the top priority of the entire sect. The family's Dajiu Mountain caused a huge disturbance more than a hundred years ago. A nine-level retreatant tried to break through the ten realms. The "young" elder who is the bottleneck, during the period of seclusion, was temporarily negligent in the Jiao Mountain, or the enemy sneaked into the mountain, destroying the foundation of the avenue, and could only stay in the Golden Core Realm in this life. After that, there is no way. After a long time, his mind became rotten to the point of complete collapse. A senior from the mountain sect who originally had a good reputation became extremely violent, frequently killing his concubines and maids, and even beat a proud disciple of Guanhai Realm into a cripple and almost broke his leg. Changshengqiao, the master of the law who had always favored him and regarded him as his own son, had to personally take action and imprison him in the back mountain prison.

Then the master in charge of the law, who had not left the mountain for a hundred years, made a shocking decision. She went to the ancestral hall to receive the sword of the founder of Dajiu Mountain. She went down the mountain with the sword, broke into the enemy's sect, started killing, and took revenge with her own hands. After being attacked by bandits, he returned seriously injured while laughing. He died suddenly less than a year after returning to the sect.

Regarding this matter, especially whether the revenge of the Patriarch of the Law is worth it, the disciples of Dajiu Mountain only dare to discuss it privately, but the heroic spirit of the Patriarch of the Law is the same even for the sects and immortals outside of the Dajiu Mountain. I admired him very much and felt that he was the founder of Dajiao Mountain. After that, he showed many kind gestures to Dajiao Mountain, which had already lost the word "Zong".

Manager Ma, who is in charge of all matters in the Tianzi Room, is a chubby old man with jade rings of various colors on his hands. He needs to personally explain to the distinguished guests in each room and tell them the details of Kunchuan. The strange movement was not an attack, but just Kunyu's occasional naughty play, which was rare in a hundred years.

As for the guests in the other rooms, Dajioshan didn't bother to waste any time explaining anything.

Qiushi opened the door. After hearing that Chen Pingan was practicing at the observation deck, the smiling manager Ma asked the girl to pass on the message and don't forget it when you come back.

Before leaving, Manager Ma, who was standing at the door, looked over the slender shoulders of the girl in front of him and looked at his more plump sister Chun Shui. Standing slim by the table, even from the front, he could see the curvature of the girl's buttocks. The old man Reluctantly, she put away her gaze and joked: "Qiushi, you eat more and I'll see how thin you become. It's not good for a girl to be too thin. If you can't bear to spend money, it's okay. Brother Ma still has this little money. Feel free to come to me, but don’t be polite to you, Brother Ma, you know?”

Qiushi smiled and agreed.

When she closed the door and sat next to her sister, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and said: "I'm an old pervert. If you look at him, it's like a slug crawling on the back of your hand. It's slimy. It's disgusting! Brother Ma, I'm sorry. Sister, I really want to punch him in the eye."

Chun Shui joked softly: "I am good-looking, so I don't allow others to take another look at me. You are such a big-tempered young lady. Do you really think of yourself as a fairy in the Xian family? I don't know that Fairy Qiushi is the same as the one on the boat." Fairy Liu from Huangliang Pavilion, is she a close friend of yours? Can you help me introduce her to you?"

Qiushi stared and said angrily: "Sister, how could you make fun of me like this!"

Chun Shui suddenly said: "This Mr. Chen from Dali Longquan is quite an easy talker."

Qiushi blinked her watery eyes, "Why, you really don't want to recommend yourself to the pillow mat, do you? You are still a big kid, do you like it, sister?"

Chun Shui said helplessly: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Qiushi said with a smile: "I know, I know, you like the Han Xian Master from our Dajiu Mountain. That's right. The direct disciple of the master is very talented and good-looking. The key is that he is kind to everyone. He went down to the mountain twice to train. After making such a famous name, you look at him from a distance as he competes with others in swordsmanship during the three-year Dajiao Mountain Celebration, and wow, that’s when the spring breeze blows and the snow melts..."

Chun Shui leaned forward and unintentionally made an astonishing curve with her chest on the edge of the table. He reached out and patted his sister on the forehead, "You are in the second realm and I am in the second realm. Together, we are not as high as others. Three years ago he was in the Cave Mansion Realm, maybe when we go back this time, he will be in the Sea Viewing Realm."

Qiushi smiled and grabbed her sister's hand, imitating Ma Guanshi's tone and demeanor, and said inappropriate and teasing words, "Hey, Miss Chunshui, these little hands are so white, so naturally beautiful. Other people's fairies have ten fingers all year round." If I don’t get involved in Yang Chun Shui, I may not be as good-looking as you..."

Chun Shui was held tightly by her sister with one hand, and she covered her mouth with the other hand and smiled sweetly.

The mountain road is difficult to navigate, but there are always some happy things. For example, the two sisters depend on each other and live a generally peaceful and carefree life since childhood. In their spare time, they can secretly think about some lofty people and things.

Chen Ping'an had already walked to the threshold between the study room and the main hall. When he saw this scene, he did not want to disturb the warmth and quietly retreated to the viewing platform.

From beginning to end, there was no sound, and the sisters who were second-level qigong practitioners didn't notice it at all.

Chen Pingan simply practiced walking on the observation deck.

The goal he set for himself, to practice boxing for one million dollars, was not counted as one punch, but as a complete six-step move.

If you just pursue speed, even if it is not just around the corner, if you can spend half a day every day on this trip south, that is, about six hours, to practice pile walking tirelessly, plus the number of times accumulated during the Sui Dynasty travel year , about two and a half years away.

But Chen Ping'an turned to be slow, because the eighteen stops taught by A Liang, after breaking through the six stops, were completely different from the first six stops. After that, it was like a river flowing, slow and thick, and could not tolerate Chen. The saying that Ping An acted recklessly and hasten makes waste is a truth that appears many times in books, and Chen Ping An did not dare to take it seriously.

So as expected, I am afraid that if I successfully reach the side of Xuanxuan Mountain, I will not be able to achieve my goal of practicing boxing for one million dollars.

This made Chen Ping'an feel helpless.

I was originally thinking about meeting next time, but I finally accomplished something.

Now that Chen Ping'an is walking, he is able to get things done naturally. Even if he is thinking about something in his mind, he will not delay the practice of boxing to temper his body and benefit his soul.

Practicing boxing is like reading.

After reading thousands of volumes, I feel like I have a god when I write. The principles in the book are worthy of being taught by saints and are really not deceptive.

When Chen Ping'an was taking a short rest, he lay on the railing and looked at the sea of ​​clouds. As the sun set, the sea of ​​clouds seemed to be covered with a golden coat. The sparkling golden light was spectacular and refreshing. When the two girls introduced the various parts of the house, the sea of ​​clouds in Chen Pingan's eyes looked like big white cotton, and it was divided into two levels, high and low. The Kun boat sailed in it, as if the sky was neither high nor far away, which was very interesting.

Chen Ping'an slowly withdrew his gaze. The building he was in was the tallest, and the rest were much shorter. On the observation decks of some buildings, there were sparse Qi practitioners who were also admiring the sunset and the sea of ​​clouds. Outside the tall buildings, , within the tall and solid railings, there will be more people walking, and some children, under the care of their elders, are running around, making bursts of laughter.

Then Chen Pingan saw a figure from behind. With his current eyesight, he could clearly see that the man had a baggage slung across his back. Under the baggage was a wooden sword. He was wearing an old Taoist robe and had a wooden hairpin in his bun. The young man slowly turned sideways, overlooking the land, stretched out his palms to cover his eyebrows, and looked in a daze.

Although there was an invisible formation protecting the ground on Kunyu's back, and the fence emitted faint ripples that were not easy to detect, there was still a breeze blowing through the lips of the unspectacular young Taoist. The wind blew over his temples and drifted gently.

Also carrying a wooden sword on his back.

The young man from Mu Ping Alley stood on a high observation deck and lived in a room with a sky-high ceiling. In his words, the maidservant would tell stories about the immortals in the Jade Pu Realm. The smallest piece of land in the world under his feet may have many small doors and small doors. The Qi practitioners of the sect, especially the wild cultivators struggling in the mountains, rivers and lakes, are like duckweeds without roots, drifting with the tide, and never know which of the five upper realms they are.

And the young Taoist who came from nowhere stood silently on the railing at the bottom, hungry, and was weighing whether the remaining money in his purse could support him to get off the boat in Nanjian Kingdom.

Chen Pingan took a few steps back and continued to practice boxing.

Leisurely and at ease, the boxing intention is simple.

Chen Ping'an has been practicing boxing and walking on the observation deck until the night falls and the moon becomes scarce.

When he finally returned to the main hall, he found his maid Qiushi lying on the table and taking a nap. Chun Shui sat quietly aside, looking towards the study with a smile. After looking at Chen Pingan, she quickly reached out to pat her sister on the shoulder, but was Chen Pingan waved his hand to indicate that it was okay. Chun Shui hesitated for a moment, but then patted Qiushi awake. After the girl regained consciousness, she quickly turned her head and wiped her mouth to avoid showing her ugly face in front of the guests.

Kun Chuan's rules allow a lot of room for maneuver for the friends of Da Li Beiyue Zhengshen, but they are not polite to their maids at all.

Chen Ping'an sat at the table and grabbed a fresh green fruit from the celadon basin. It was similar to an unripe tangerine, but it tasted particularly sweet after being peeled. Then he handed one to each of them. Chun Shui wanted to refuse, Unwilling to take it, she was like this, so Qiushi had no choice but to refuse all the time, but was forced by Chen Ping'an to put it on the table in front of them, and they no longer insisted. After all, such a Changchun orange, a specialty of Juluzhou Xiancao Mountain, After eating it, it is worth the spiritual energy they have accumulated in a decade of hard work.

There are no shortcuts to practice. This is only for talented Qi practitioners. They should guard against arrogance and impetuosity, keep their feet on the ground, and reach the sky step by step.

However, cultivation is clear and full of shortcuts. This is the consensus of all the outside disciples of the Immortal family who are practicing wild practices and have mediocre qualifications. As long as they have money, they have to practice cultivation, they have a family background and talents, and they live in a place where spiritual energy is abundant and "uninvited" "In the cave heaven and paradise, sleeping is all about practicing.

Just like spring water and autumn harvest, the salary saved hard every month can either be exchanged for spiritual fruits like Changchun oranges and low-grade elixirs, which make every bite sad, or one can take a longer-term view and work diligently year after year. In addition to diligently practicing Qi, you also have to think over and over again, throw away all your belongings, grit your teeth, and make up your mind to buy a magic weapon that you can get your hands on, and it will definitely not be the kind of magic weapon that promotes killing. , on the one hand, it is destined to be unaffordable, and on the other hand, it is meaningless, but it is a spiritual weapon that can cleanse the turbid energy. Bit by bit, the genius Qi practitioner can fly up the mountain in one go, and break through the realm every once in a while, which is enviable. , and they are climbing up step by step. They are the characters who can only envy others, exclaim a few times, and then continue to immerse themselves in practice bitterly.

But after seeing the truly magnificent scenery above, who wants to be a rich man or a well-managed woman at the bottom of the mountain?

Of course, some completely discouraged qi practitioners will indeed go down the mountain, and there are indeed some people who are doing well and enjoying life. They are like the gold and silver scholars in the officialdom of secular dynasties. Compared with Mountain qi practitioners who are neither high nor low can only talk about whether their life is stressful. The former is indeed more comfortable. For example, if you go down the mountain, be recruited by the imperial government, find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, occupy the mountain and become the king, or live in a big city. Of course it is good to look after people's homes and courtyards, and to serve as guests and ministers.

But these seemingly majestic Qi practitioners are still frustrated people after all. They are not much better than the scholars who failed in the imperial examination and hide in the mountains and forests.

Chun Shui chewed the Periwinkle orange gently, slightly lost in thought. Her manners were not inferior to that of a lady from a scholarly family. Unlike her younger sister Qiushi, who was happy and joyful, she just felt that she would be a fool not to eat for free and not to take advantage of others.

Chen Pingan finished eating first and found Qiushi looking at the orange peels on the table eagerly and asked: "Is there any use for orange peels?"

Qiushi replied carelessly: "Mr. Chen, when cooking, tear off a few pieces of orange peel and throw it in. It will be delicious!"

Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up and he thought to himself, I like this. My craftsmanship is really not bad. When I traveled to the Sui Dynasty, it was just that a clever woman could not make a living without rice. Otherwise, Li Baoping and the others would not be thinking about that man all day long. The old servant's family dinner, even if he drank fish soup, was listless.

Chen Pingan smiled and grabbed two oranges, and handed them to Chun Shui Qiushi, "If you eat the oranges, remember to leave the orange peels for me."

Chun Shui Qiu Shi looked at each other in confusion, not wanting to understand the cause and effect. Could it be that the young man holding the Kunchuan jade pendant neglected his job and liked to cook by himself? The Confucian sages taught the gentleman earnestly and earnestly, but he didn’t even care about cooking at a distance? Chen Ping'an didn't care about other people's opinions. He put away three portions of orange peel and put them into his sleeves. He didn't dare to put fifteen square inches of food into his sleeves, and then urged his sisters to eat quickly.

Since all the distinguished guests are so "unfashionable", even Chun Shui has no burden to eat Changchun oranges, let alone his sister Qiushi who is used to being careless.

Chen Pingan smiled slightly.

Chun Shui suddenly felt warm in his heart.

So this is ah.

It turned out to be a young man whose warm spring breeze warmed people's hearts.

Finally, Chen Pingan wore orange peels on his sleeves and went to sleep in the bedroom, while the two maids rested in the wing on the side of the study. All he had to do was ring the silver bell on the bedside, and they would be there at his beck and call. Moreover, the string of bells is not a vulgar thing. If any dirty and evil wind leaks into the room, the bells will ring on their own.

Chen Ping'an then took off the sword box containing the sword to slay demons and placed it inside the bed against the wall. He lay upright on the bed that was so comfortable that he was not used to it, but he still rested one hand on the sword box. Then he began to slow down his breathing consciously, and used the breathing method taught by Old Man Yang,

In fact, the two flying swords in the sword-raising gourd, the first and the fifteenth day of the lunar month, have already awakened and developed spiritual wisdom. Even if Chen Ping'an sleeps deeply, in a crisis situation, they can still defend themselves against the enemy without the need for sleep. However, Chen Ping'an still didn't dare to sleep too hard. In this way, she slept lightly until dawn. When Chun Shui quietly dressed and got up, and gently opened the door to her room, Chen Pingan opened his eyes immediately.

Because Chen Ping'an had long discovered that there were subtle differences between the footsteps of Chun Shui and Qiu Shi.

When you go out, you can never be too cautious.

The maid Chun Shui did not knock on the door to wake Chen Pingan, but was cleaning the house in an orderly manner outside.

It wasn't until Qiushi got up and heard the sound of footsteps that Chen Ping'an stopped setting up the sword stove, put on his straw sandals, got out of bed and walked out for a few steps, silently returned to the bed, slightly increased his footsteps, walked towards the door, and opened the door. Today, she changed her clothes and applied a blessing. When she turned slightly sideways, the clothes became more and more ironed to her plump figure. Chen Pingan was stunned for a moment, and she blushed a little. Fortunately, her skin was dark, so she didn't look too much. It turns out that it's not that he has any fancy thoughts, he just thinks that Miss Chun Shui's clothes are beautiful. It seems to be called brocade silk, but it shows off her figure too much...

At this moment, Chen Ping'an secretly made up his mind, if I find a wife in the future, I can't wear something like this when I go out. It would be such a disadvantage.

Chun Shui asked Qiushi to go to the kitchen to bring the food box. It was time to order breakfast. She asked Chen Ping'an if he wanted to go out for a walk today. By the way, she introduced some places to visit on the ferry. On Kunyu's back, the building She intentionally or unintentionally skipped the rouge pollen field that is found on almost every cross-continental ferry in the world. In addition, there are various shops, restaurants and gambling stalls, weapons shops, flying sword relay stations, etc. , it can be said that although the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs, Chen Pingan clicked his tongue when he heard it. It is no worse than his hometown town.

The three of them had a sumptuous breakfast together. Chen Pingan still didn't plan to go out for a stroll. He thought that after practicing boxing, he could stay in the study and read.

Of course, Chun Shui Qiu Shi would not object to this, but Qiu Shi still felt a little regretful. In fact, if guests in the room shop at Kun Chuan, they would be rewarded. In the history of Kun Chuan trading in Dajiu Mountain, there was once a jaw-dropping incident. As a result, a maidservant became rich overnight. The guests she took care of at the time were only staying in the lowest-class guest rooms, but she still tried her best, was careful and thoughtful, and did not neglect at all. In the end, she never thought that the inconspicuous young man was actually a The only seedling of a top-notch fairy family who came out to train. The day before he was about to disembark, he took his maid and passed by the shops without even entering, so he bought all the shops in the first-class Kun ship in one fell swoop. The goods were sold without batting an eyelid, and just the profits and commissions alone amounted to an astronomical amount of wealth.

This is probably because life is unpredictable, but there are green mountains everywhere.

Chen Ping'an lived a boring life like this. The spring water was still the same, but Qiu Shi was a little boring. That young man was really boring. He would do strange boxing tricks on the observation deck every day, going back and forth, light and slow. , there was no momentum at all, and it made her feel sleepy. She would either stand there facing the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, or the sunrise and sunset, motionless, and could stand for an hour without moving.

At most, he would read and practice calligraphy in the study. Qiushi would help with polishing at first, but after looking at Chen Ping'an's strict handwriting for a long time, he really lost interest. On the other hand, his sister Chun Shui always stood by the boy's side, and occasionally stood firm. Feeling sour, she sat not far from the desk. Qiushi secretly joked with her sister about this. This was called red sleeves adding fragrance and plain hand grinding. It was placed in a novel about a gifted man and a beautiful lady. Once they came and went, they should be in love and curl up under the quilt together. He made his sister Chunshui laugh so hard that he pinched her hard.

When Chen Ping'an was having dinner every day, he would ask which dynasty the Kun ship was flying over today, and would also ask Chun Shui Qiushi to help introduce the customs and customs of those dynasties. After they explained in detail, he realized that even Aquarius Continent was Haoran. The smallest one among the nine continents in the world, it still makes Chen Ping'an feel that there are so many countries. The emperor's surname alone has already wiped out all the surnames in the hundreds of surnames.

Nanjian Kingdom is located in the middle of Aquarius Continent, not far from Guanhu Academy, one of the seventy-two Confucian academies.

Speaking of Confucian palaces and academies, Chen Ping'an was curious and asked why there were only two buildings in Aquarius Island and Cliff Academy.

Qiushi laughed heartily with one hand and was so happy that he pointed at the ignorant boy with the other hand and revealed the secret, "Because your Aquarius Island is too small. Our Julu Island has as many as six, let alone Yangyangzhong." So rubbish."

Chun Shui glanced at her sister quietly, but Qiushi couldn't help but laugh, "Mr. Chen's question is indeed funny."

Chen Pingan sat behind the desk and scratched his head.

It turns out that the world is so big.

On this day, after Chen Pingan walked on the observation deck, he looked aimlessly at Yunjuan Yunshu, and suddenly saw the young Taoist priest carrying a wooden sword on his back.

Chun Shui came to Chen Ping'an, followed his line of sight, and said softly: "Looking at the style of the Taoist robe, it should be the Taoist priest of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain whose ancestral court is located in the Middle Earth Divine Continent, but the Taoist on the other side of the fence must be He is an outer disciple, otherwise he would not be dressed like this."

Chun Shui wanted to say, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be so shabby and miserable," but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out.

After spending ten days together day and night, Mr. Chen, the distinguished guest of Tianzhao House next to him, is actually quite shabby, and Chun Shui can confirm that the young man is from a serious poverty-stricken background, and is not the kind of wealthy man who "travels around the world in private" Rich children, wealth and aura need to be exposed through ears and eyes, not to mention that the young man has never pretended to be rich. For this precocious maid, she didn't show much on her face, but deep down in her heart, there was some indescribable loss.

She continued with a smile and said: "There is a popular saying that spreads throughout the world, both on the mountain and on the mountain: wherever there are demons causing trouble, there must be Taomu Zhang Tianshi."

Chen Ping'an hummed.

By some strange coincidence, the down-and-out Taoist priest carrying a mahogany sword turned his head and looked around.

Looking at the scenery above, the young Taoist with meager knowledge vaguely saw the young man with a wooden sword and the charming maid beside him, and he felt a little lost.

Poor and hungry.