Sword of Coming

In the nostalgia of a nostalgic cottage, the middle-aged Confucian Qi Jingchun is sitting on the beat, not what is known as the famous bureau of the ages, nor the resumption of the battle between the national players.

He was about to drop a white book on the board and sigh. The original chess piece was rooted. The Confucian began to move indefinitely. After he retracted his hand, the piece still hovered in the air, and the board was still at an extra height.

Qi Jingchun is still sitting in danger. As the contemporary saint who is responsible for sitting here, one of the 72 Confucian scholars, the former mountain lord of the Cliff College, even if he was sinned, Qi Jingchun is still deserved.

For the ordinary people in the town, the grass is one year old and one year old, and the spring and autumn of the child is fleeting. The teacher has changed a few, the appearance is different, the age is different, only the temperament of the reader who can’t tell the truth is as follows, old-fashioned, Harsh, taciturn, in short, very boring, no one thought of the few homesick teachers who came and went, in fact, the same person, not only that, in the vast world outside the town, Mr. Qi, who lived in the simple, once With a superb status, it is also a supreme magical power.

In the next moment, Qi Jingchun Yuan Shen went out for a long trip, such as a snow-white scented fairy, from the body of the cage, instantly broke away from the bondage, and floated to the town to get a lane.

Qi Jingchun came to Xiangxiang in a blink of an eye. He first went to see the woman who fell in the pool of blood. Cai Jinjian of Yunxia Mountain, the three souls and seven scorpions swayed and dissipated, such as the residual candle in the wind.

After Qi Jingchun stayed for a while, he finally came to the two.

The old crown city of the high-crown big sleeves, the body is a little backward, stunned, the skin looks like a jade handsome face, complex look, intertwined with shock, doubt and despair.

The young boy keeps the high-pitched, forward-splitting posture, and the left hand holds a sharp, knife-like porcelain. Even if this is the key moment between your life and death, the teenager who is empty is still looking strong and complex. Calm, it is not like an ignorant boy who was born in a small house in the lane and grew up in the mountains. Probably only the ones that are in line with the juvenile identity are the helplessness hidden in the depths of the eyes. For this kind of helplessness, it is no stranger to go out of the study and the college for many years, just like watching a farmer who eats by the sky, kneeling on the ridiculous ridge of the dry season, looking up at the sun, in fact, there will be no tears. Heart-splitting emotions, but only deep helplessness, and stunned.

As the temporary master of one world, Qi Jingchun certainly knows the ins and outs of Chen Ping's family of three, and even traces back to the millennium for thousands of years. Even if he has not seen the ancestors of his youth, he can basically evolve and evolve. The reason is very simple, just like the county magistrate of the county, really want to see the inheritance of the people under the rule of law, only need to take charge of the household registration, check the file, at a glance.

After more than 3,000 years of development, the town spreads outside the town and is intertwined. Because each generation has several amazing characters, although they can’t return home, they can feed the family through secret channels. It has created the most prosperous four families and ten families in the town.

Chen Ping’s family has a long history. The ancestors have also been thriving, but they have been very broad. However, after two ups and downs of change, the countless and dynasty of the king’s Dongbao Pingzhou gradually faded and let Located in other surnames, thousands of years of decline, rivers and rivers, to the younger generation of fathers, the town of Chen's pulse, almost in the entire Dongbao Pingzhou, completely bottom down, not to mention the town's layout of the Daxu Dynasty, It seems to be an official who has been ordered by the king to "not get the official from generation to generation", and the family has no possibility of recovering.

After Qi Jingchun came here to preside over the large-scale operation, he has been observing the "Fang Zhengping" four-word teacher training for more than 60 years. He will not change the fate of the town's people without personal preference. Otherwise, in the eyes of this writer who has also hated hatred, there are too many filth in the big town of the town, and there are too many poor people in the small alleys. However, after Qi Jingchun’s cold-eyed view, he saw that the big mansion also had their helplessness and smallness. The small households also have their wickedness. Over time, Qi Jingchun is like a statue of high on the top, neither enjoying the incense, nor accepting the human sentiments, but sitting on the sleeves and not listening to the world.

Qi Jingchun was slightly surprised. Stepping forward, looking at it, gently nodding, the poor boy who was like a rainbow, seems to be in a hurry for this cull. He will never give up without killing Nanhua, but in fact, according to the current attitude Judging from it, the last boy was just a wrist on the neck of Yan Nanhua. It was much better than the end of Cai Jinjian. Yan Nanhua should be hit hard, the whole person slammed down to the wall, and then the teenager grabbed his neck with one hand and a porcelain piece against the abdomen.

Qi Jingchun is somewhat curious, why did the boy not have a painful killer this time, a great opportunity, a fleeting experience, and endless troubles. Qi Jingchun is a mellow Confucian, obedient to etiquette, but will not stick to the dogma, not the kind of sultry and sour that can only shake his head and shake the book. He is familiar with the slogan of the South China River, regardless of his qualifications or temperament. Even in today's alleys, he is threatened by teenagers to temporarily retaliate. However, this matter will definitely be a shameful shame for young people. It’s not an exaggeration to go to the Taoist priests. When you want to be concerned with the youngsters, you can’t be the South China’s own dragon, but the whole old city of the South China Sea.

Qi Jingchun came here to obstruct the young man's continuous killing, and he has a certain selfishness, but also for fairness. Nowadays, the town is like a cracked porcelain. Sooner or later, it will burst and burst. Qi Jingchun must delay this unstoppable process. Try to arrange a retreat for more people. It is best to be safe and secure to the blacksmith. In the hands of the priest, the last time of the Jiazi, you can barely rejoice, the people on the mountain have a chance, the people under the mountain have to be stable, to know the vast majority of the former, the road collapses, the old and the new, the opportunity, When the longevity is expected, what are the lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of foothills? !

The ruthlessness of the secular dynasty is not worth mentioning compared to the selflessness of many monks.

Qi Jingchun thought for a moment, quietly hiding his body shape.

The world is running, smooth and unobstructed.

Before the end, quietly broken.

The juvenile wrist "finally" squatted on the neck of Yan Nanhua. The latter's head swayed and slammed into the wall of the alley. It was smashed by the huge power. The teenager after landing, quickly approached, an elbow Boom in the belly of Minnan.

Yan Nanhua did not stand straight against the wall. The young elbow hit him and he almost spit out bitter water, and his body instincts bent.

The young man grabbed the neck of Yan Nanhua with one hand and the porcelain piece against the belly of the Gao Guangongzi.

It is hard to imagine that Nannanhua is a thin teenager who is shorter than himself. Why is the strength of the five fingers so great, especially the sharpness and coldness of the belly tiles, so that the old dragon city owners once again feel the approach of death, a line of yin and yang Separated by.

Of course, Minnanhua will not know that a young child who needs to go through the mountains and go to find herbs in his youth, because of the infinite potential of a stronger intensive life than his own survival, is how amazing.

When the teenager accidentally ate the herbs and was in the alley, and the colic was full of rolling, the obstinacy could even make a child who was supposed to be a student in the homesick, thinking about climbing and climbing home. Put the bamboo scorpion life-saving herbs home.

After that, chopping wood, burning charcoal, casting porcelain, digging mud and soil, etc., there is no such thing, no need to test the physical strength and endurance of the juvenile.

Outside the town, Minnan Hua can use a little trick of the family to practice a hundred and a thousand teenagers, but choose to live and die in the town, it is really good luck to the end, kicking Go to the iron plate.

Yan Nanhua was struck by severe pain and shame, and stunned his head. His face snarled: "You killed me, you are dead! You can't kill me, you can't escape! Little hybrids, you are dead! ”

Chen Pingan looked up slightly and stared at the man with a mad face. He said, "You know, I don't want to kill you. I have no enmity with you, but you want to harm me, I will fight back."

Weinan Huaying smiled and said: "Small hybrids are also worthy of telling me about Nan Nanhua?!"

He tried to increase his tone. "Do you match?!"

Chen Pingan silent for a moment and asked: "Do you have to kill me?"

When Min Nanhua saw the eyes of the dark teenager, he suddenly calmed down.

Yan Nanhua, who was caught in his neck, turned red and soon turned green again and turned purple. In fact, the young five-finger power did not increase, but it was enough for a young man to suffocate to death.

Yan Nanhua said: "I said that I will not kill you, do you believe it or not?"

He struggled a lot.

However, the juvenile added the gravity road almost at the same time, and let the arm of the Minnanhua five-finger fretting sag.

Chen Pingan shook his head.

Minnan Hua became dizzy, although he couldn’t wait to slap the head of the hybrid, but he still tried to be as cheerful as possible. “If I swear to God? We can’t just swear by us. ”

Min Nanhua played a bit of a chance, the Buddha’s big wish, and the monk’s heart swear, it is indeed very binding, but it is obvious that Minnanhua only said half of the truth, even if he swears, he will only swear on his mouth, not "Do not stand the text, but it is tantamount to the heavy oath of the Danfang heart wall, so follow the matter afterwards, just look at the mood." Moreover, the vows of the practitioners are not without the method of cracking, and the price is only small. In general, the size of the price has an absolute relationship with the level of the monk's realm and the swearing of the content.

Unexpectedly, the sandals boy actually shook his head.

Yan Nanhua, who is getting more and more difficult to breathe, has lost the spirit of bargaining, and there is no reason to look at it.

Is it going to die?

Is it the same as Cai Jinjian’s poor worm, or is it in the hands of a small cockroach?

Then, when this bad news is passed back to the old dragon city, will it be a laughter from the whole city?

He didn't even have a chance to reach out to trigger the hidden organs of the waist jade belt. The white jade belt worn by his waist is actually the remnant of the genus of the mantle.

"Yes."

A Tianyin sound sounded in the ears of two people. For Nannan Hua, it is equal to the sound of nature, but he just fainted in the past, not sure if it is his own illusion.

Chen Pingan turned his head.

The result was a picture of Mr. Qi, who was covered in snow and emptiness.

The latter smiled.

Chen Ping’s eyes returned toughness, and the right hand five fingers never released.

Qi Jingchun did not have the good intentions to be angered by the liver and lungs, nor did he seem to see the comfort of a piece of material. He just waved his sleeves toward the sandals and teenagers, like "fishing" an item into his hand.

The Confucian saint spread his hand and looked at it, laughing and laughing.

A smudge of ink is like ink.

It turns out that the mind that someone has planted in a young man is bleak and dull.

Looking up again to the young Chen Ping, Qi Jingchun had some regrets, and said with emotion: "No wonder Mr. said that the world is a successor, the super-world is only second, the perseverance is the first priority. Chen Pingan, you give me another for me. One lesson. Unfortunately, Qi Jingchun has no chance to collect disciples."