Sword of Coming

Zhang Shan watched the two scholars go to the opposite wing. He stood in the corridor, reached out, took a small handful of rainwater, weighed it, poured it over his hands, returned to the room, closed the door, and used the dry one. He took out an ordinary yellow paper talisman with his hand, and Zhang Shan said softly: "There is indeed a problem here. The rain is quite gloomy, and it is very likely to contain evil spirits. This talisman is called the Fire Talisman. , very common, but widely circulated, because it can best sense the existence of evil spirits..."

The young Taoist held the talisman between his fingers, recited the incantation silently, and then quickly put it on the wet hand. The yellow paper talisman suddenly burned in Zhang Shan's palm and soon turned into ashes. The young Taoist's face was solemn, and he Ashes were scraped into the brazier.

Chen Pingan asked: "How much does this talisman cost?"

Taoist Zhang Shan did not find it strange at all, and replied seriously: "This kind of talisman is not popular, just like a subordinate official in the officialdom is not popular. Therefore, the price is low, and the cost is only a piece of yellow paper, plus a low-level official." With the copying skills of the Qi Practitioner, one piece of snow can buy nearly thirty evil-burning talismans, which is converted into silver, which is three taels of silver each, which is really not expensive."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Regarding the drawing of talismans, he had personally seen the mystery of the barrier-breaking talisman. At that time, he was bewitched by the ghost of a wedding woman on the mountain road. Everyone walking on the "Yellow Spring Road" fell into a dangerous situation similar to that of a ghost breaking a wall. Lin Shouyi controlled a Zhang's barrier-breaking talisman, which is part of the landscape talisman, leads everyone forward.

Later, at the Bamboo House in Luo Luoshan, Li Xisheng drew "character" talismans on the walls of the bamboo building. If the characters were completed, the talisman would be completed. In fact, it was a very high attainment and state. Finally, he asked the book boy Cui Ci to give Chen Ping'an an introductory book on Taoist talismans. A large pile of talisman papers of different materials. Of course, there is also the "Snow Wind Small Cone" pen. If Chen Pingan wants to draw a talisman urgently, he does not need vermilion ink pad at all. He can just breathe into the tip of the pen to smooth out the cone.

However, Chen Ping'an turned over and read the thin booklet "Authentic Alchemy Book" several times carefully, and he actually learned the five or six most basic talismans recorded in the book. And according to the book, the world's drawing of talismans is "writing alchemy books". Ninth level, the upper level five qi practitioners write 1, 23 "three upper level" alchemy books, the middle 5 level qi practitioners write 4, 56, 3rd level alchemy books, and the lower 5th level qi practitioners write 7, 89, lower third level alchemy books. Although Chen Ping'an is not a qi practitioner A scholar, but relying on the "one breath" of the Eighteen Stops Sword Qi to circulate, he can write some introductory talismans in the "Authentic Alchemy Book" in one go. Talismans with higher grades, for Chen Ping'an at the moment, It’s just a luxury.

Li Xisheng once said that drawing talismans is practicing swordsmanship. This is also Li Xisheng's original intention of teaching people how to fish instead of teaching them how to fish.

However, Chen Ping'an went all the way south and still wanted to concentrate on practicing boxing, so he only took the time to write three kinds of talismans, the shrinking ground talisman, the yang energy holding lamp talisman, and the pagoda demon suppressing talisman, two or three of each, just in case of unexpected events.

The Shrinking Earth Talisman can make Chen Pingan shrink to an inch in the blink of an eye, and he can go to any place within a radius of ten feet with one step; the Yang Qi Lantern Talisman is a kind of landscape barrier-breaking talisman, which can be placed in a mass grave. At ancient ruins, if you encounter a ghost breaking into the wall again, you can follow the lamplight talisman to get out of the confusion smoothly; the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman is a more lethal talisman. Once the talisman is released, an exquisite pagoda can appear out of thin air. Temporarily detaining evil spirits within it, it contains the power of thunder and can whip the soul.

All three belong to the most common category recorded in the "Authentic Book of Alchemy" and are not highly rated. They are only recorded as typical examples of a certain talisman school.

Taoist Zhang Shan had been drinking and was not very drunk. Thinking about Chen Ping'an helping to keep vigil, and in order to save a Huiyang Pill, his body was beaten by the heavy rain all the way. He was already exhausted, so he fell asleep. .

Chen Ping'an was very familiar with vigils. He sipped wine and after Zhang Shan fell asleep, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the base of the wall on the other side of the door.

Over there, there is an umbrella left lying sideways.

This oil-paper umbrella was first held by the scholar surnamed Liu. After entering the house, it was the scholar surnamed Chu who came here holding the umbrella.

The umbrella rested quietly against the base of the wall, with the rain tip facing the ground and the umbrella handle pointing upward.

Even though the oil-paper umbrella was placed like this, there was almost no trace of water on the ground.

This is unreasonable.

Moreover, Chen Ping'an noticed a hint of coldness, which sent chills down one's spine.

So Chen Pingan stood up, as if he had drunk too much, and his steps were unsteady. As he walked, he muttered and complained: "How can anyone place an umbrella upside down like this? In my hometown, if you dare to do this, you will be scolded to death by the old man... …”

When they got to the corner, Chen Pingan burped. He reached out to grab the umbrella handle and was about to turn the oil-paper umbrella upside down. But suddenly, a talisman slipped out of his sleeve. Chen Pingan's eyes were stern, and there was no hint of muddy drunkenness in his eyes. , two lightning fingers twisted the piece of yellow paper, which was the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman. He clicked it on the umbrella handle, and a colorful glazed pagoda appeared in the sky. The precious light just covered the oil-paper umbrella. The lines on the umbrella surface were distorted, and suddenly there was a burst of light. The sizzling sound is like the sound of fat meat being cooked.

The brilliance of the hanging pagoda dimmed and soon disappeared.

Chen Pingan worked non-stop to avoid missing out on the opportunity due to lack of proficiency in his skills and low level of talisman painting. He simply sacrificed the remaining two demon-suppressing talismans together and posted them on the oil-paper umbrella with lightning speed. On top of the umbrella, there was no need to force a breath. Chen Ping'an, who was at the peak of the third level of martial arts, flowed with his heart, and his fists suddenly exploded. With extremely short distance and extremely explosive power, Chen Ping's fists continuously hit three targets. On Zhang Zhen's demon talisman, the fist did not destroy the umbrella at all, but the surging fist intention almost completely penetrated into the umbrella.

This is the difference between the three realms of ordinary martial arts and the three realms trained by the old man surnamed Cui.

After Chen Pingan finished all this, he held the vermilion sword gourd tightly in his hand, ready to let the first and fifteenth graders come out to defend against the enemy at any time.

But after the umbrella trembled and shook for a while, black smoke with a fishy smell curled up. After it gradually dissipated, there was complete silence.

Chen Pingan was a little confused. Is this the end?

This weird oil-paper umbrella must have hidden secrets, but it doesn’t have a killer move?

For example, black smoke billows, a roar shakes the sky, and a hideous and terrifying evil creature comes out?

Chen Ping'an's memory of the wedding ghost she encountered on the mountain path was still fresh in her mind. She led them by the nose everywhere. The blind Taoist who was proficient in thunder magic was not her opponent at all. If Wei and Jin from Fengxue Temple hadn't broken through the earth boundary with their swords, , fully displaying the style of a swordsman, I am afraid that Chen Pingan will be forced to use two rays of sword energy at that time, and there will be no chance of confronting the young Cui Chan at the mouth of the well later.

Chen Pingan squatted on the ground and stared at the oil-paper umbrella. After taking a sip of wine, he did not forget to lift the umbrella and shake it a few times. There was a faint sound of ashes pouring inside the umbrella.

Chen Ping'an squatted there scratching his head, drinking wine, and felt a little empty in his heart. He was used to living and working every day in Luoluoshanzhulou, but now it's like... he's used to drinking strong alcohol, and he wants to drink water again?

However, Chen Ping'an comforted himself silently. Regardless of which scholar this oil-paper umbrella had something to do with, or whether it was concealed by something evil after entering the house, this little weird thing inside the umbrella must be just a river crossing pawn exploring the way. Therefore, we must not take it lightly, so Chen Pingan stood up, sat at the table, and used the light to control the small wind and snow cone pen from the square object. He took a breath and started to draw the talisman. The talisman was still the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman, but The talisman paper is no longer yellow paper, but replaced by a golden talisman paper.

After drawing a piece of talisman paper, Chen Pingan habitually picked up the wine gourd at hand, raised his head and took a big sip of wine. After taking a short rest, he waited until his breath stabilized before he dared to start writing.

On a stormy night, with the wind and snow writing, Chen Pingan, who was slightly drunk, wrote as if he was inspired.

At hand is a vermilion sword-raising gourd, and two demon-killing swords in the wooden box.

Of course, there was also the snoring of Taoist priest Zhang Shan on the bed.

The night was torn apart by strong winds and rain, and occasionally lightning and thunder. On a hillside outside the ancient house, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest holding a fly whisk in his hand. His expression was gloomy. He spread his hands and looked at a simple bronze coin. Suddenly, It shattered into pieces. The middle-aged Taoist's face was gloomy. He endured his heartache and threw it away seemingly carelessly. He snorted coldly: "A pair of dogs and a man who are neither humans nor ghosts, they still have to fight stubbornly, which only adds to the pain."

Next to the middle-aged Taoist stood a tall man in thin clothes with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was afraid of the rain hitting his whole body. There was an occasional golden light flashing in his eyes. There was a fist-sized printing box hanging on his waist. Seeing that the Taoist had stolen the chicken but lost the rice, and lost a close and beloved general in vain, he became a little impatient and sneered: "If we still force our way in, then after the thing is done, it won't be a 50-50 split!"

The Taoist didn't want to dwell on this matter, so he came over and asked, "Who is that bearded swordsman, and why did he happen to visit the ancient house tonight?"

The tall man sneered: "I heard that at the end of last year, a foreign ranger came to Caiyi Country. With a good knife, he picked up a few unattractive country creatures and became famous. Watch him walking in this heavy rain. The divine will revealed in it is at most a Four Realm martial artist. If it were elsewhere, it would be a little more fearful. Now in my realm, it is not worth mentioning. When the time comes, you and I will take care of it together, and you can use it to control If you become a puppet, I will never stop you, but the sword will belong to me."

The middle-aged Taoist waved his whisk, causing mist to rise all over his body. The rain-soaked Taoist robe was instantly dry. He smiled and said, "Then it's settled."

The tall man hesitated for a moment and then asked: "The backer of the owner of the ancient house has really lost power within the Shengaozong?"

The middle-aged Taoist nodded and said with a smile: "The news about you, the mountain god, is too obstructive."

The tall man's face was full of gloom, and he gritted his teeth and said: "It's not my fault that the appearance of that house made a shabby formation that was not secretly spread by the Shengao Sect, and bit by bit eroded the spiritual energy within a hundred miles, causing me to suffer in the past hundred years. My golden body is gradually decaying, and now who is willing to treat me as a mountain god, worse than a land lord elsewhere. If I don’t avenge this revenge, it will be difficult to understand the hatred in my heart!"

The middle-aged Taoist nodded in agreement and expressed comfort.

In fact, the mountain temple here, which is the place where the golden body of a man is enshrined, was originally an obscene temple that was not sealed by the imperial court of Caiyi Kingdom. With the mass graves everywhere and the filthy smell covering the sky, the tall man accepted the incense and luckily became the After the gods of mountains and rivers, for the sake of spiritual practice, they did not hesitate to dry up the lake to fish, which accelerated the process of the mountains and rivers withering away. The ancient house operated as a formation in the center of the formation, only absorbing the evil spirit without losing the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers. Instead, it maintained the balance of the mountains and rivers. However, It is useless to talk about these inside stories. The middle-aged Taoist who fell into the evil way and the mountain god here who does not follow the right path know it very well. Anyway, no one is a good bird.

The tall man suddenly asked sternly: "I want to regain all the territory. You covet the body of that female ghost. Once you control it, it will be even more powerful. So, what is that guy planning? Could it be that in this ancient house, Are there any rare magic weapons that I don’t know about?”

The middle-aged Taoist priest chuckled and said, "I don't know that. Let's ask him later."

The tall man understood clearly, "This is very good!"

The Taoist looked around. Outside the soil, there were mostly pale landscapes with white cliffs and few green trees. However, he knew that it was thanks to the "leisure and ease" of the female ghost that the land could have this little bit of spring.

That female ghost is really rare, both by chance and temperament. After the Taoist came here in person, he became more and more determined to get her.

The Taoist looked at the ancient house and said: "This tree is whirling, and the business is over."

I never thought that the God of the Mountain had also read books, so he smiled and said: "Trees are like this, how can people be embarrassed?"

A monk and a god looked at each other and smiled.

In the second courtyard of the ancient house, the wing room on one side was already dark. The two scholars should have fallen asleep, but the lights were still on in the rooms of the young man with a box and the young Taoist priest. Before the old woman knocked on the door, the drunken man was drunk. The man had already smelled the aroma of wine, and he banged the door hard, "Is there any wine left? If there is, it's life-changing wine. You'll definitely make a profit by keeping it!"

The old woman didn't stop her, she just said, "You can arrange your own room."

Chen Pingan put away the wine gourd, opened the door, and saw a strange man with a rough appearance.

The bearded swordsman glanced at Chen Ping'an and asked carelessly: "Little boy, from the way you walk and breathe, you should be a martial arts practitioner? Is there a second realm now?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I have learned martial arts from my elders since I was a child. This is my first time traveling around the world, and I don't know the boundaries yet."

Looking back, Taoist Zhang Shan had been awakened and was sitting by the bed putting on his shoes.

The bearded swordsman strode across the threshold, sat down on the chair, and said: "I don't know the boundaries? That means you come from a remote country? Then why do you speak the elegant language of Aquarius Island so smoothly during this long trip?" The countryside of an ordinary small country cannot learn this thing! Tell me, are you the ghost in human skin?!"

The swordsman drew his sword mostly out of its sheath. The light from the sword was dazzling. He glared at each other angrily and shouted: "Quickly tell me your name. I, Mr. Xu, will not kill the nameless ghost with my sword!"

Chen Ping'an and Taoist Zhang Shan looked at each other.

Is it because it’s raining heavily outside that this guy’s brain is filled with water?

Ghost?

Among the Qi Practitioners, there are countless loose cultivators with mixed origins. Even if they are monsters, monsters, and trees, although they are inevitably discriminated against, they are far from being suppressed and hunted down. However, ghost cultivators are an exception. Once discovered, almost everyone People shout to fight and kill. If birth, old age, illness and death are the cycle of heaven, then the immortality of Qi practitioners is an act against heaven. Then people who die and rest in peace in the earth are the way of humanity. Ghost cultivators violate this principle and belong to everyone. Punish the evil ways.

Immortals cultivate life, gods teach death.

Ghost cultivators are just an exception. They are neither living cultivators when they are alive, nor are they landscape gods who are ennobled by the imperial court and granted golden bodies after their death.

Therefore, the real heavenly master with profound Taoism in Longhu Mountain, the target pointed by the Taomu Sword, and the evil ghosts causing trouble everywhere are far more than the spirits hiding in the market.

The more the word "spirit" is used in a hub area where people come and go and business is prosperous, the less obvious it has a positive or negative connotation.

In fact, in some large countries, especially powerful dynasties with deep-rooted power in the mountains, even the common people are accustomed to living in the world with all kinds of strange spirits.

According to legend, there are many small and delicate charms that help women wash their hair, apply rouge, and fold clothes. They have wings and fly around. They are extremely familiar with them and love their owners for life after life.

Chen Ping'an didn't defend himself at all. He took off the wine gourd and took a sip of wine silently.

The bearded man was stunned, and his throat moved slightly. It was obviously caused by the alcohol bug in his stomach. His aura suddenly dropped, and he shamelessly extended his hand and said: "As long as you treat me to a drink, you will be a ghost, and I will turn a blind eye." Close one eye, as long as I don't catch you on the spot and commit crimes, everything will be easy."

Chen Pingan shook his head and refused.

The bearded swordsman sighed and said: "You boy, you are dishonest and cunning. You are clearly bullying me, a decent master!"

Taoist Zhang Shan quickly sat down and helped smooth things over, chatting with the bearded man in the elegant language of Aquarius Island.

The beauty of the embroidered building in the ancient house is over there, and the man and woman are cuddling together. The woman is wearing a large green and black skirt with a huge hem, not exposing her legs and embroidered shoes.

The two of them rubbed their temples together, and the man murmured softly: "May my wife's clothes be warm in the cold spring, may my wife's frown be relieved, may my wife open the window every time, and the moon will shine in the sky, with green water and green mountains..."

The woman with an extremely ugly face was babbling, sobbing, and the skirt of her lower body was billowing like waves.

The old woman walked in the dark corridor, sighing quietly, and finally sat next to the pillar hanging the lantern. Year after year, the old woman touched her withered face. She had long forgotten how many years she had not looked in the mirror. Already?

She is like this, and it must be even more so for the young lady who has never left the embroidery building for a hundred years.

The man was chatting with the young Taoist priest when he suddenly put his hand on the handle of the knife. He no longer had the joking look on his face before and said seriously: "As per the rumors in the nearby town, the evil spirit comes from the backyard of the ancient house! What a heavy evil spirit." Qi, the feng shui of this place, no wonder it will be exhausted, she must be the old witch in the sixth realm, two little kids, I will kill the demon right now, you two retreat when the opportunity is bad, don't take it seriously, here It’s extremely dangerous, and it’s definitely not something you two can wade into!”

The bearded swordsman thought for a moment and said, "There is no need to retreat now, lest the old demon from the ancient mansion targets me first. Even if I lose, I will try my best to hold them back. When the time comes, please listen to my message. Don't hesitate when you run away!" "

Then the bearded swordsman took a deep breath, unsheathed his sword, and the sword suddenly appeared. The man reached out to brush away the dust in the brazier, grabbed a piece of burning coal, held it in the palm of his hand, and then wiped the blade. Sparks flew everywhere, making the sword even more sharp.

Even though the odds of winning were low, the man was full of generosity and heroic spirit.

Chen Ping'an handed over the wine bottle with a solemn expression, "A strong man?"

The man shook his head with a smile, stood up suddenly with a sword in hand, "Drinking while chatting is just to satisfy your cravings. In fact, killing big monsters, eliminating demons and defending the law is a thousand times more enjoyable than drinking!"

In the rainy night, the man pushed open the door with a knife and strode towards the backyard. With a flick of his wrist, the sword light bloomed and illuminated the surroundings. The bearded swordsman raised his head and looked into the distance and said loudly: "Xu Yuanxia is here, please enlighten me. !”

Taoist Zhang Shan picked up the peach wood sword with a demon bell attached to it, and said in a deep voice to Chen Pingan: "I will help him kill the demon! Chen Pingan, you are a pure martial artist. Before you reach the fourth realm, you are not suitable to deal with big demons." Like, you stay here, if there is really need, I will call you."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Okay."

After the Taoist priest glided out of the house years ago, Chen Ping'an waited for a moment. He did not choose to stay where he was and wait and see what happened. Instead, he walked out of the wing room and looked at the wing room opposite with his bare hands through a curtain of rain. "I I knew it was you.”

In the side room where the lights had been turned off for a long time, a door was slowly opened, and the scholar named Chu walked out. He was tall and slender, holding the torch that had been extinguished by the heavy rain. With a smile on his face, he looked at Chen Pingan. He twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his arm, rubbed the top of the torch with his palm, lit it instantly, and gently poked the end of the torch into the corridor pillar, then nailed the entire torch into it, "You talk the least, but you are the smartest, of course. , his ability is not small, he can get rid of Taoist Bailu’s copper coin ghosts. But the ghosts of the three realms are just like that in the end, young man, don’t be arrogant and complacent because of this..."

Chen Ping'an didn't say a word, and his thin figure disappeared from the place without any warning.

The scholar was slightly stunned.

In the flash of lightning, a figure passed through the rain curtain between the rooms and rushed towards them. Some of the overconfident scholars didn't even have time to recover before they were hit on the head by a punch as big as a white rainbow. The whole person was knocked out, and even the door and the wall were penetrated. The scholar fell into the corridor outside, and finally hit a thick pillar. A small spider web cracked out of the pillar on the back of his vest. Only then did the scholar stop retreating. He continued to vomit blood, his soul was shaken, and his face was full of horror.

Not only is the strength of the boxing technique shocking, but the blending of the fist's intention and the fist's strength, hitting him, is really like a ghost-killing whip in the hands of an immortal, whipping a fetus fiercely, with natural restraint.

There was a loud bang.

This time it was a punch to the neck.

The people and the pillars collapsed backwards.

The scholar was beaten with blood and tears by these two punches, his face was ferocious, and his clothes were torn apart. He was about to reveal his true form, and he could no longer care about the layout.

Then he heard a strange saying, "First grade of junior high school."