Sword of Coming

On the high platform in the center of the lake, the old fairy used four yellow paper talismans to transform into four beauties, each with their own merits and graces, no less beautiful than the woman in colorful clothes before.

Then let the handyman of the house, who had been prepared in advance, bring in the guqin, the qin table, the chess box, the large bookcase and the dazzling array of four treasures of the study.

Ordinary people have daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, celebrities and romantic people, and of course they play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, their fingers are not touched by the spring water, and their sleeves are filled with cool breeze.

The old god pointed at the woman sitting quietly in front of the chessboard, clasped his fists and said loudly: "Is there a Go master in Rouge County? As long as you beat her, you can take away the chess pieces and two boxes of chess pieces worth thousands of gold."

Nothing in this house is cheap.

Something that dares to be taken out in front of a rich man in the county is definitely not extraordinary.

The Rouge County of Caiyi Country has a prosperous literary style, and there are many people who are keen on playing chess. Soon, an old man in green clothes got up and walked to the high platform in the middle of the lake. When the old man showed up, some people who thought highly of themselves were playing chess. A good player can only sit down obediently. From this, it can be seen that the old man in green shirt must be recognized as the number one player in the chess world of Rouge County.

The old immortal and the old man in green shirt nodded to each other, and the latter walked straight to the chess pier and sat down. Before the game, both sides needed to guess who would come first. The old man didn't know whether he was conceited about his seventh-grade rank, or whether he was the elder of the same rank first, so he grabbed it without hesitation. The woman playing chess made of yellow paper with a handful of white stones smiled faintly and bent down to twist two black stones. It turned out that the old man went first.

Cheers immediately echoed around the lake.

As one of the few Yi Lin national players in Caiyi Country, the old man in green shirt is the pride of Rouge County. It is reasonable for the spectators to cheer for him. Of course, his family will help his family.

Then the old immortal pointed to the two women sitting in front of the book desk, pointing to the one on the left, "I heard that the county governor is worried about something recently. The newly built temple is still missing a couplet. After she finished writing it, she decided whether to use it or not. , the county governor is famous for his splendid articles, both in government and outside, and for his unique vision. You can make a decision after reading the content."

The Lord Sheriff stroked his beard and nodded with a smile, reserved and pleased.

The old immortal looked at the general sitting next to Governor Liu in the waterside pavilion and laughed: "General Ma is a warrior with outstanding merits on the battlefield. He was once one of the mainstays of the border of Caiyi Kingdom. He has returned from hundreds of battles. Although I am People outside the country also admire her so much that they specially asked her to show off her humiliation and draw a picture of the general’s bow covered with heavy snow!”

The general drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and laughed wantonly: "If you paint well, you can really draw the vast atmosphere of the battlefield. On the day when the old god leaves the city, I, Ma, will personally see the old god off for thirty miles!"

The old god clasped his fists and thanked the general first, then finally walked to the piano stand, slipped a stick of incense from his sleeve, inserted it into the empty brass incense burner, and lit it with his own hands. The incense mist curled up, and the purple air lingered.

He nodded to the woman playing the piano, who smiled brightly and began to lower her head and ponder her emotions.

When the melodious and ethereal sound of the piano sounded, hundreds of listeners felt relaxed.

In ancient times, sages made musical instruments to harmonize the world. As the saying goes, the harp is used to restrain sexual misconduct and rectify people's hearts.

In the verandah, a bearded man was chewing melon seeds and tut-tutting: "There are many varieties, but they are just lukewarm and not a bit interesting."

He doesn't pay much attention to music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has no interest in it. He would rather watch women dancing swords. The beautiful women in colorful clothes and the girls in white clothes, with their small waists and looming buttocks, are the beautiful scenery he likes to see.

Scholar Liu Gaohua is also a chess fanatic. He is very curious about the situation between the old man in blue and the woman's hand. He only regrets that he is a useless eunuch's son and has no chance to go to the high platform in the middle of the lake to see it with his own eyes.

Taoist Zhang Shanfeng was really anxious. He waited and looked around, but Chen Pingan didn't show up. He couldn't really fall into the pit, so he didn't care about being looked down upon. He informed the two of them and got up to find Chen Pingan.

The old god stood with his hands on his sleeves, his smile calm and inscrutable. He took in the scene by the lake and knew that most of his plan was completed.

On the side street, Ma Kuxuan took out a porcelain bottle, poured out two silver pills, threw them into his mouth, and said helplessly: "Master, you are very haunted."

It seems that the master is secretly watching this trip, which makes Ma Kuxuan very helpless. He has a general understanding of the temperament of the man around him. He is like a stone in a stinky pit, smelly and hard. Whatever he determines, he will know one thing. The road goes dark. Ma Kuxuan never had any guilty conscience. An ancestor of Zhenwu Mountain who taught the secrets of military strategism and gave magical weapons and important weapons explained the sect's rules to Ma Kuxuan. Except for the mountain master's order, the rest of Zhenwu Mountain were not real rules. , but the Zhenwu Mountain Sect Master has been in seclusion for hundreds of years, so he has become more and more loose and casual.

The man said nothing.

This trip down the mountain was about escorting Ma Kuxuan to find the coach of the Haichao Cavalry. It involved the death of Ma Kuxuan's grandmother, and the dynasty of the Haichao Cavalry happened to have a battle with their mortal enemy. The gods were mobilized, and the other side also dispatched an iron ox to suppress the country. It turned out to be the waterside iron ox used by the immortals to suppress the water transport of Dadu in ancient times. The Haichao cavalry was seriously damaged in this battle. Ma Kuxuan sneaked into it, assassinated three middle-level generals overnight, and walked away.

Later, Ma Kuxuan said that he wanted to travel around the world and sharpen his body with the grindstone of the world. The man did not refuse, but still followed him secretly to prevent accidents.

Ma Kuxuan stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, exhaled heavily, put his hands on the back of his head, and asked: "If, I mean if, Chen Ping'an has the chance to kill me, master, will you kill him?"

The man finally spoke, "I don't dare to kill him, and I don't want to kill him."

He didn't dare, because someone once went to the Dali Palace and caused heavy losses to Feijian Baiyu Tower, and that person obviously had a close relationship with Chen Pingan. If it was just like this, as time goes by, there will still be people who are ready to take action, but they did not expect that the sword cultivator of the upper fifth realm would return to the human world so quickly after ascending. Although it was for the second disciple of Dao Ancestor, the "true invincible" A punch can bring back the world, but to put it bluntly, who in the world is qualified to receive a full punch from Dao Lao Er?

No, it was because the man had a good impression of Chen Ping'an. If it weren't for the sect's rules, he felt that the boy from Mu Ping Alley who had realized the true meaning of boxing early was actually more suitable to be his disciple.

Just accepting Ma Kuxuan as his direct disciple was a stern decree issued by the sect master during the crucial period of seclusion. Zhenwu Mountain must treat him seriously and make no mistakes. Otherwise, he will be held accountable when he comes out of seclusion. hour. That's why Zhenwu Mountain sent him to Lizhu Cave Heaven to fight for Ma Kuxuan with the golden boy of Shen Gao Sect. The man never retreated even half a step, even a little aggressive, appearing extremely unruly.

However, a man is regarded as Ma Kuxuan's nominal master, which is actually wrong. Buddhism has lecturers, ascetics, Buddhist monks, Buddhist monks, and so on. However, his true identity is that he is a protector of the Tao. The person who looks after Wushan disciple Ma Kuxuan on his journey to the Great Dao. As for Ma Kuxuan's path, it doesn't matter whether it is consistent with him.

The man suddenly said: "But you can kill Chen Ping'an, provided you can do it."

This is of course not a man encouraging people, but stating a fact.

Ma Kuxuan sneered and said, "You can do it? Why can't I do it? Others don't know how many magic weapons there are in a very close thing. Master, you still don't know?"

The man smiled and said, "You have it, but others don't?"

Ma Kuxuan grinned, with disdain on his face, "Even if he has it, can he compare with me? Not to mention the golden body immortal transformation passed down from the ancestors of Zhenwu Mountain, just say that the two heroic spirits in my body are the most lethal. As long as a sword cultivator has never reached the middle five realms, if he stabs me with his flying sword a thousand times, will he be able to hurt me at all?"

The man asked: "Then why don't you have to beat me so badly?"

"This fight is much more interesting than the petty fights on Zhenwu Mountain. How can I be willing to rely on bullshit magic weapons to let that guy lose to death in silence. This is not my temper, and I don't want to bully him like this. Chen Ping'an. So I want to completely defeat him where he thinks he is strongest. Isn't he a pure martial artist? Doesn't he have an innate advantage in physical fitness? I will go head-to-head with him with my body tempered by a military master. , Master, you really think I am a prisoner, don’t you know the weirdness of Chen Ping’an’s punch?”

Ma Kuxuan smiled and said, "I know, otherwise I wouldn't have deliberately bypassed Chen Ping'an the first time to avoid his sharp edge. But looking back, I will bypass all three martial arts realms, and from now on the six realms, nine realms, and mountains Even if I have the upper hand among the great masters at the peak level, or even the ultimate master like Song Changjing, do I still have to go around them?"

The man asked, "So what's your answer?"

Ma Kuxuan looked back. The master and the apprentice had walked far away and were about to reach the city gate. The figure of the young man with a sling was no longer visible. Ma Kuxuan looked away with firm eyes, "In the future, you can fight against other people. Depending on the situation, I decide whether to bypass their strongest opponent, as long as I win in the end. But that guy, no! I just want to have a fierce fight with the physique of a fifth-level qigong practitioner and the physique of a third-level martial artist. !”

The man was noncommittal.

Ma Kuxuan frowned and asked: "Why is Chen Ping'an's three-level physique so tough? Although I haven't done a good job in tempering my physique, I still spend more time on recruiting the ancestors' spirits from Zhenwu Mountain, but what I call It’s not good enough, but compared to myself, how does Chen Ping’an have such an unreasonable physique?”

The man shook his head and said, "Everyone has his chance. You, Ma Kuxuan, cannot take advantage of all the good things in the world."

Ma Kuxuan sneered and said: "As long as I can see good things and good things, I, Ma Kuxuan, should be the only one to keep them!"

The man laughed it off.

Many truths are not explained, and it is not because Ma Kuxuan did it right. Not to mention the many compliments, it’s not because Ma Kuxuan didn’t do well enough.

A guardian only needs to ensure that the person he is escorting walks higher and further on the road, and must not die midway.

And Ma Kuxuan is destined to go very high and far.

As for how far we can go and who we can stand side by side with in history, many big figures behind the scenes in Aquarius Continent are actually waiting to see.

As they walked, the boy in black stretched out his hand to cover his abdomen and held his cheek with the other, cursing and saying: "Damn it hurts!"

Chen Ping'an took a strong breath to prevent his energy from slacking off, and then looked around for the so-called assassin. There was no trace of the body on the street, so he had to climb up the wall, run with a bent waist, and suddenly stopped. , falling down, just below the wall where he and Ma Kuxuan were facing each other, there was a pool of ashes, inside which lay a small white bowl and a small piece of charred ebony. Chen Pingan did not approach, standing Looking closely at the spot, there is a picture of the five mountains painted on the outside of the small white bowl, but there is no clue about the ebony.

This assassin should have been killed instantly by the military monk, and then burned to ashes by the secret method of Zhenwu Mountain. However, the man deliberately left behind the two treasures that the assassin kept with him and did not destroy them together. Could this be his expression? An apologetic way? Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and picked up the piece of ebony, which was no more than a foot long. It was very heavy, weighing eight or nine kilograms. Then he picked up the small white bowl, twisted it with his fingers, and stared at the white bowl carefully. The names of the five mountains in the painting, if Chen Pingan remembers correctly, should be the Five Mountains Map of the ancient Yu Kingdom.

It was not difficult for Chen Ping'an to guess the identity of the assassin. He was probably a subordinate of a scholar from the Chu family in the ancient mansion. In his words, the emperor of the ancient Yu Kingdom wanted to be equal to him. Before his death, his body turned into rotten wood. It was clear that he was using He even made harsh words to cause trouble for Chen Ping'an. Later, Yang Huang, the evil spirit, talked about his wife's female elm wood core. It was very simple and clear. It is the body of an ancient elm, and the second is the female elm wood core of the female ghost in the ancient house, so the tree demon used the word "connection".

Since it was a relic of his sworn enemy, Chen Ping'an felt at ease with it. Not only that, but he also complained that the assassin's family background was too thin. Why didn't he even carry dozens of snow coins with him?

Chen Ping'an put the light small bowl and the heavy ebony into the square objects together. He couldn't walk anymore, so he staggered for more than ten steps and came to a thick apricot tree next to the wall. He leaned against the wall and sat down slowly. Next, he took out a clean piece of clothing from Feijian Fifteen and carefully wiped the blood stains.

You can't tell people that you went to the toilet and then ran back covered in blood. Not to mention that the bearded man and the young Taoist priest would become suspicious. I'm afraid the whole corridor would be booed. On such a lively day today, Chen Ping'an didn't want to be alone. became the focus, and was even more unwilling to cause trouble to Liu Gaohua.

Chen Ping'an can bear the pain, but that doesn't mean the feeling is good. After fighting to the death with Ma Kuxuan in the circle, Chen Ping'an's internal organs were severely injured. Now he just wants to sit like this, without thinking about anything, on the high platform in the middle of the lake Over there, the curtain had not come down yet, cheers continued, and the view was blocked by a veranda and crowded spectators. Chen Pingan could not see anything here, so he had to look up.

The old apricot tree next to him has a large crown and lush branches, and the apricot blossoms are in full bloom, taking up the spring breeze.

People are so different.

Also from a small town, Ma Kuxuan doesn't care about things that he doesn't care about, such as others calling him a fool and stepping on his shoes. But when it comes to things he cares about, Ma Kuxuan can't see others being any better than him.

Liu Xianyang will directly choose to give up on things that Chen Pingan can do better than him, such as making bamboo bows, making traps, etc.

Gu Can, the slug in Mud Bottle Alley, wishes that Chen Ping'an could do better, so he, Gu Can, would just follow behind and get the glory.

Of course, in addition to natural temperament, these are also related to distance and distance.

Chen Pingan took off the sword-raising gourd and took a sip of strong wine. This made the burning sensation in the Qi palace in his body even worse. However, things are so strange. It was so painful that Chen Pingan, who was grinning, wanted to drink more. Instead of drinking in big gulps, I just drank in small sips. For the cash-strapped alcoholic, the lees are a delicacy in the world, not to mention the shochu in Chen Ping'an's wine gourd, which already tastes very good.

Today's battle in the small street was a lot of frustration and even more enjoyable.

Although Ma Kuxuan relied on the big one this time and the two barely tied, Chen Ping'an has always taken the victory or defeat lightly. Just like A Liang said, don't die. You must live first before you can live well. . Chen Ping'an felt that A Liang's words were really rough and unreasonable.

So Chen Pingan picked up the wine gourd, raised it high, above his head, shook it, and then froze for a moment, with a sad face, and took back the wine bottle angrily, so that all the heroic words he was about to blurt out were swallowed back.

It turned out that the wine was gone.

Chen Pingan lowered his head and fastened the wine gourd at his waist. He suddenly remembered something and had a similar mind-set with Feijian Fifteen. Soon an embroidered bag appeared in his hand. After opening it, there were three pieces of peach blossom cake inside. Chen Pingan lowered his head and sniffed it. , not bad at all, it’s amazing how square-inch things are. After all this time, the pastries are still almost as fresh as when Luo Luo Shan took over.

Chen Pingan held the bag with one hand, picked up a piece of pastry with the other, put it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, leaned his head against the wall, and looked up at the apricot blossoms on the tree.

After eating a whole piece of pastry, I couldn't bear to eat any more, so I wrapped it carefully in the embroidery bag.

Chen Ping'an smiled all over his face, thinking that the peach blossom cake in his shop was so delicious!

His first thought was to let Miss Ning have a try, and imagining the scene of their next meeting, Chen Ping'an was enjoying himself for a while, and then suddenly slapped himself, "You're stupid."

Without Wei Bo's carefully matched medicine bucket for soaking, Chen Pingan's body was recovering as fast as sword riding and walking. However, after a short rest, he could walk normally without any obstacles. Just when Chen Pingan was about to get up and return to his seat on the verandah. , a sparse footsteps sounded in the distance, one deep and one shallow, mostly men and women.

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, and then chose to continue sitting at the foot of the wall, covered by the apricot trees. He only had to wait until they left before setting off.

But something happened that stunned Chen Ping'an. The man and woman, it seemed that the man was not from Caiyi, started talking in the elegant language of Aquarius Island. When they arrived near the dimly lit apricot tree, they began to hug each other, and the man and woman kicked each other roughly. Angry, the woman politely refused, but even if she wanted to refuse, the man was a shameless man, chewing furiously at the woman's face, and probably had no peace of mind with his hands.

Chen Ping'an was a little restless, what should we do? Want to remind the pair of wild mandarin ducks? Or do you hope that they will just give it up and leave this place as soon as possible?

It's better not to join in this kind of excitement. If someone notices it, it will really be mud in your crotch, which is either shit or shit.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, but decided to get up and cough.

The young woman on the other side of the almond tree screamed and hid behind the man.

The man strode around the apricot tree, staring at the blurry Chen Ping'an with wide eyes. When he saw that he was a young man with a short son, he was immediately courageous and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm coveting your beauty." The flower-picking thief, even if he beats me to death, I will not leave you. Anyway, if he wants to take advantage of you, just step over my corpse!"

The woman was about to cry. She didn't know whether she was scared or moved. She nestled her shoulders on the man's broad and warm back and murmured infatuatedly: "Liu Lang, you are so kind."

Chen Ping'an was stunned on the spot. He couldn't be said to be angry. He just felt that he couldn't laugh or cry. He was thinking that you two were also hit by a cow's tail when you were young, right?

It was not a problem to be in such a stalemate. Chen Ping'an made an excuse and pretended to be shy: "Sir, Miss, you may have misunderstood. I got here before you because it was my first time to enter the house and I didn't know about the toilet. Where, I have no choice but to..."

I never thought that the man would yell loudly, "You are a thief, you are a flower picker, and you haven't tied up your belt yet. What are you going to do? Isn't it disgusting? There are people like you who are obsessed with sex in this world!"

At the same time, he did not forget to comfort the disfigured woman behind him, "Miss Liu, just hide behind me, don't let this guy dirty your eyes."

Finally, the man secretly winked at Chen Pingan, with a proud look on his face and an expression that said he was in need of a beating. It seemed like it was written all over his face: "I'm going to save a beauty today as a hero. I just happened to strike while the iron is hot. Take down this little bitch. If you dare, come and beat me." me!"

Chen Pingan looked at him.

A very handsome young man, with a slender figure and a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, a typical frail scholar. No wonder bearded men often say that there are not many good scholars, and there are not many ladies and gentlemen in the world who are not blind. They actually look down on Xu, and instead all like those sick young men. Scholar.

Then Chen Pingan took a step forward, walked up to the scholar in an instant, slapped him so hard that he fell to the ground and passed out.

The young woman stood there with her mouth wide open and her eyes dull. She wanted to scream, but she didn't dare. She was suppressing it, fearing that the murderer would kill her as well, and then she would be with the beloved she had just met. Liu Lang, aren't they really like a pair of desperate mandarin ducks? But in the books about talented people and beautiful women, aren’t there all kinds of ups and downs, ups and downs due to parents’ objections, but in the end, the hardships must be over and the joy comes, and the husband and wife will be happy? There is no book that says that a beautiful scholar will beat a gangster to death.

Chen Pingan strode away, bumping the sword box behind him without looking back.