Sword of Coming

Liu Chicheng's pink Taoist robe was slowly swaying in the breeze. This giant of Baidi City a thousand years ago was a little reserved for the first time.

This is unreasonable.

Because the figure beside Chen Pingan condensed by wisps of spring breeze is a Confucian scholar in blue shirt with frosty white temples, ethereal and smiling.

When Liu Chicheng looked at his weather, he saw that it was nothing more than a nearly dry oil lamp. But besides the weather, there was also an indescribable smell. If it were replaced by any Qi practitioner under the upper five realms, he would probably be It’s hard to figure out the joints, but he was temporarily attached to Liu Chicheng’s body. At the peak of his cultivation, he was a genuine twelve-level immortal. Before he betrayed the demonic sect, he was in the small cave of the Yellow River. Baidi City, under the pouring river and among the gorgeous clouds, happened to have seen too many capable people and strangers standing on the top of the mountains, but it was suddenly restrained and did not dare to act rashly.

The harder it is to see the difference between reality and reality, the more Liu Chicheng dares not to despise it.

Qi Jingchun first signaled Chen Ping'an to just rest assured, stood side by side with the young man, introduced himself to Liu Chicheng with a smile: "Qi Jingchun, a disciple of Wen Sheng's sect, was the headmaster of Shanya Academy."

"Liu Chicheng" was a little confused.

The guy in front of me doesn't have much airs. He looks gentle and elegant. Is he just a literary saint? Qi Jingchun? Cliff Academy? What is this mess? Could it be that during the thousand years since I was defeated by Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain, two Confucian masters and disciples have emerged as saints? It's just that the term "literary sage" is not simple. The title of a person with the word "sacred" as the suffix, such as Lisheng, Yasheng, is a person who is qualified to erect a statue of a god in a Confucian temple, and the location of the statue must be extremely important. Come forward.

The blame lies with Liu Chicheng, a half-educated scholar. He is too shallow and does not do his job all day long. He has never been interested in the situation of a continent. He only wants to rely on the pitiful ink in his belly to have sex and deceive women's feelings. Of course, he himself was also responsible. He felt that in a barbarian land like Dongbaopingzhou, even if it took thousands of years to accumulate knowledge, there would still be only a handful of monks in the upper five realms, so he didn't need to worry about it at all.

Qi Jingchun waved his sleeves casually, and the restrictions created by Liu Chicheng disappeared.

A gentleman treats others with sincerity.

As a result, the bearded man and the young Taoist priest soon discovered something strange here, and they looked at each other in confusion. Is that guy in pink Taoist robes the poor scholar Liu Chicheng? Why do you still have this weird habit of smelling like powder? Who is that elderly Confucian scholar in blue shirt?

Liu Chicheng narrowed his eyes.

He actually broke through the cover-up he had set up in an instant. Although he is only half a Jade Pu Realm cultivation base, the profound magical powers inherited from the Baidi City Demon Sect's Taoism, even a real Jade Pu Realm Qi Practitioner, cannot. The only way to break the restriction is so easily.

Zhang Shanfeng was about to get up and go to Chen Ping'an, but Xu Yuanxia grabbed his arm and reminded him softly: "Let's continue talking about our affairs over there, and absolutely don't get involved. It's best for both of us not to look at anything inappropriate. It's inappropriate." Don’t listen.”

Then the bearded man saw the Confucian scholar in blue shirt looking towards them, smiled and nodded in greeting.

Xu Yuanxia quickly returned the gesture with fists clasped.

Qi Jingchun asked with a smile: "Senior, is he the master of Liuli Pavilion in Baidi City?"

Liu Chicheng nodded playfully: "Why, have you heard of my name? Isn't it notorious? I already have a bad reputation in the Middle-earth Continent?"

Qi Jingchun shook his head and said: "I once traveled across the Yellow River and met the Lord of Baidi City once on the river bank, and then we talked about our senior."

Liu Chicheng suddenly yelled: "Fuck you! How could my senior brother go out of the city to meet people?! With my senior brother's temper, even those old men with statues in the Confucian Temple would come here to visit him. In history, I have never taken the initiative to go out of the city to welcome guests. At most, I just showed up among the colorful clouds at the top of the city. That has already sold you your Confucian reputation, and you two met on the bank of the river? What a bragging boy. There should be a bottom line!”

Qi Jingchun laughed dumbly and said: "The city lord also invited me to talk for three rounds, but I had something to do at that time and had to return to the academy immediately, so I owed it first. I never thought that after that, I would never have the chance to return to Baidi. The city is really helpless.”

Liu Chicheng raised his hands and rubbed his cheeks hard, feeling angry. Although he broke up with his senior brother and no longer had any love, deep down in his heart, he always had respect for the lord of Baidi City. He was a very kind person. Pure admiration and adoration, so he was hesitant to take action decisively and slap away this guy's last remaining soul in the world.

Since the Liuli Pavilion Master in front of him didn't want to believe it, Qi Jingchun didn't say anything more.

Qi Jingchun actually had a good impression of the great demon of Baidi City who had reappeared in the world. The first time this person had murderous intentions was when the swordsman from Shushui Kingdom killed the young fox fairy indiscriminately. There are many scholars who talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, and there are no shortage of sanctimonious hypocrites and people in the devil's way. In fact, there is also no shortage of great romantic people. Qi Jingchun followed Senior Brother Zuo several times in the past and traveled all over the world together. He has already experienced it, so of course he will not be black or white. white.

What's more, Qi Jingchun was already convinced of the big demon in front of him because of the case of glass shattering in Baidi City thousands of years ago.

Qi Jingchun patted Chen Pingan on the shoulder and smiled at Liu Chicheng: "Chen Pingan will definitely not be able to become your disciple. But when it comes to sword training, if the senior is willing to teach and Chen Pingan is willing to learn, I, Qi Jingchun, will be happy to see it happen."

Liu Chicheng stretched out a finger and shook it gently, "You and I know very well what your current situation is. It's just a little bit of soul condensed by a spring breeze. Even if you were a Confucian saint in the upper five realms during your lifetime, you can't do it now. Times are different from the past, do you think you have the ability to bargain with me?"

Qi Jingchun glanced at the big demon in pink Taoist robes. As soon as he looked around, he saw Liu Chicheng's murderous intention emerging and ready to make a move.

The demon race's heart is easily shaken and difficult to settle, and many of its choices are more inclined to obey the innate violent nature, which leads to many tragic situations in the world.

It is not without reason that Haoran Tianxia suppresses and restricts the great monsters in the world. Some people once said that "people who are not from my race must have different minds" and "monsters and monsters are born to live in an ignoble way and like to take away the vitality of all things. Only the human race can educate them." , willing to serve generously for justice." These views and remarks are hard to hear outside the human race. In fact, during the period when the Li Sheng was in charge of the world, there were many suggestions from the sages from the academy to simply encircle and suppress all the great demons who had reached the upper five realms. Detained in prison, there will be no future trouble. It’s just that the Lisheng didn’t accept it in the end.

Qi Jingchun was a little emotional.

In the final analysis, the truth about monsters in the world all comes down to the word "living", which is the tireless pursuit of living to become a strong person, unrestrained and lawless.

And the truth of the world lies in the word "rules". Within the rules, the common people will be benefited.

Qi Jingchun stretched out a hand and said with a smile: "If you are unreasonable and just want to convince others with your strength, then I will use my sword to chop off half of your moral skills."

The locust wood sword box behind Chen Pingan, the long sword that he privately named "Jiang Yao", trembled happily like the rain after a long drought, slowly unsheathed inch by inch, angrily fighting the bull!

Liu Chicheng's pink Taoist robes were bulging, his eyes were full of ferocity, and his whole body was full of majestic demonic aura. He asked with a smile: "Qi, are you sure you have a chance to hold the magic weapon that specifically targets the demon clan?" Soldier? Even if I can't beat your soul with one punch, aren't you afraid that I will beat Chen Ping'an into a pulp with one punch? "

Qi Jingchun's expression was as usual, as if he was telling the most natural truth, "As long as I, Qi Jingchun, am still alive, no one can bully my junior brother in the slightest."

Liu Chicheng laughed loudly and said, "I still don't believe this evil!"

Liu Chicheng's pupils shrank sharply.

His entire body was enveloped in a pale golden ball of light.

But above the head, a little loophole first appeared, just like the scene when a small cave in the Yellow River was chopped out of a large hole by that man's sword. Exactly the same, the Hunyuan Golden Light Array of Baidi City that protected Liu Chicheng was first exposed. With a slight flaw, Liu Chicheng's sight revealed a black dot as small as a mustard seed, and then a tiny black line, finally splitting the golden light formation completely with a crash.

The tip of the sword was pointed directly at the center of Liu Chicheng's eyebrows, no more than an inch away.

Liu Chicheng remained motionless.

It's not that he has no strength to fight because he has lost his first move. On the contrary, Baidi City has always been famous for its complex Taoism and numerous magical powers. Just the robe on his body, which is comparable to that of a semi-immortal soldier, can keep him standing. Stay still and bear the sword with all your strength.

But the Confucian scholar in blue shirt holding a sword in one hand, the long sword in his hand was not the long sword made by Ruan Qiong, but the simple locust wood sword.

So Liu Chicheng chose to take a step back and settle down.

Because the guy named Qi Jingchun didn't mean to be too aggressive.

It's up to each of them to take a step back.

Qi Jingchun slowly put away the wooden sword, put it back into the sword box behind Chen Pingan, and said with a smile: "If this sword was shot by A Liang or Senior Brother Zuo, it would be a different story."

Liu Chicheng asked: "Eldest brother really went out of the city to meet you? And also took the initiative to invite you to play three games of chess?"

Qi Jingchun nodded.

This is the fact, and there is no need to be proud of it, nor to hide it.

What's more, Qi Jingchun never took these experiences to heart.

This is very different from the young Cui Han who is still complacent and played ten games of chess with the Lord of Baidi City among the colorful clouds.

Liu Chicheng sighed, looking dazed.

It's like a glass cup bursting into pieces in my heart, feeling both loss and relief.

In his heart, no matter how resentful and resentful his senior brother was for being ruthless, that man with his eyes above his head was invincible after all. He was an innocent and romantic man, and he should not make exceptions for anyone.

Liu Chicheng was a little frustrated, "Since I can't be a master and apprentice with Chen Pingan, I won't teach him swordsmanship. My Taoism is not that cheap. Qi, since you are so capable, you can teach it yourself." "

As if he was a little angry, he turned around and strode towards the gate of the ancient temple.

Qi Jingchun suddenly said: "Stay here for now, I have something to say to you."

Liu Chicheng turned around, a little confused.

Suddenly, there were ripples of strange light and splendor in his inner lake.

Then Liu Chicheng's face showed horror and ecstasy, and after having mixed feelings, he asked softly: "What a Qi Jingchun, a person like you is an incredible mountain immortal in any world, how could you fall like this?"

Qi Jingchun smiled and asked: "How can you talk about being reduced?"

Liu Chicheng was startled for a moment and then said sincerely: "I am ashamed of myself. This time I owe Chen Pingan a favor. In the future, when I regain my fame in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, I can ask Chen Pingan to go to Baidi City to find me."

Before Liu Chicheng left the ancient temple, he waved his sleeves and caught a young fox fairy hiding in the dark, and took him away from the ancient temple together.

The young fox fairy had previously changed into a new set of clothes, and had several layers of rouge on her face, one red and one green, which looked ridiculous. Maybe this was the beauty in pink that she mistakenly thought she was?

There is also a favorite secret book in her arms that she has kept close to her all year round. It is poorly printed and full of typos. It is called "Gifted Scholars and Beautiful Women". It contains stories about the love between men and women. It also mentions some virtuous etiquette for ladies, such as being with others. Her voice should be soft and gentle when she speaks. When she sees a handsome scholar for the first time, she should first lower her head in shame, then timidly raise her head to peek once, and then blush and lower her head again. There is a lot of knowledge in it, which has benefited her a lot. There are some stories with sad endings. , she would cry every time she watched it.

Liu Chicheng forcibly abducted her. She was originally frightened, but when she saw a handsome young man standing outside the ancient temple, holding a wicker in his hand and a red mark between his eyebrows, she became excited again, feeling that God was not treating her badly. Bo, this is a reward for falling in love at first sight.

Liu Chicheng took his apprentice and the fox charm down the mountain and went far away, not knowing where he was going.

Qi Jingchun looked around, and left the ancient temple with Chen Ping'an. In the open space outside the door, they looked at the night view of the mountains in the distance with the help of the moonlight.

Qi Jingchun said softly: "Humans have three souls and seven souls. The three souls are embryonic light, refreshing spirit, and ghost spirit. After my death, most of my soul and luck were returned to this world. Disciple Li Baoping and Li Huai These children were given a Qi character each, and around you, Zhao Yao and Song Jixin, they all secretly left a ray of spring breeze with the remaining three souls. My current identity cannot actually be considered complete. Qi Jingchun is just a protector who escorts you for a certain distance. The path chosen by Song Jixin is getting further and further away from Confucian orthodoxy. Things are like this in the world, and everyone has his or her own fate, so you can't force it."

"Zhao Yao was blocked by Cui Chan at that time. Due to the situation, he had to hand over the seal of 'The World Welcomes Spring'. This was something I had already calculated, so I told Zhao Yao in advance that he did not need to stick to one party. The life or death of the seal, but after that, when Zhao Yao was on his way to another continent, another opportunity appeared, and his state of mind still showed some flaws. I may not ask you, the nominal junior uncle, to help him once in the future. "

Chen Pingan was about to speak but stopped.

Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "You mean you didn't agree to my husband's request, so you don't count as my junior brother? It doesn't matter, you don't recognize the old scholar as your husband, but I still recognize you as my junior brother."

Chen Pingan scratched his head and nodded: "Okay!"

Qi Jingchun patted Chen Pingan on the shoulder, "Are you tired from this journey?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It's very exciting. In addition to practicing boxing, you will also encounter mountains and rivers, make new friends like Xu Daxia and Zhang Shanfeng, and see many charming spirits and monsters. I'm not tired."

As if he was afraid that Mr. Qi wouldn't believe it, Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'm really not tired!"

Qi Jingchun hummed.

He knew that it was just the young man who didn't feel tired. How could he not be tired at all despite the bumpy journey? The boring practice of boxing day after day, what is carried on the thin shoulders is more of the expectations of others and the hardships of the world. It is even more necessary to be wary of the dangers of the human heart. The people and things we face are all inexplicable. Being tired is the weird thing.

It's just that the young man shouldered a heavy burden, but he thought about not letting others worry.

After learning that Mr. Qi did not know everything, Chen Ping'an told him about the magical crucian carp crossing the mountain, the flowing lanes of Huang Tingguo Inn, the Shen Wen of the Chenghuang Hall in Rouge County, his admiration for Mr. Qi, and He talked about the power of the pair of landscape seals, Wei Bo who moved from Qidun Mountain to his hometown of Piyun Mountain, and the ghosts in wedding dresses and the ghosts with dead bones with different temperaments. Of course, the one Chen Pingan talked about the most was Dai. The man in the bamboo hat said that when the man talked about Mr. Qi, he clearly had a bright smile and his whole face was squeezed together, but that moment seemed to be the most sad moment for A Liang. In the end, he said with a smile that he punched a guy named Dao Er back to the world. However, after the reunion, A Liang also told himself that there was no need to rush to practice swordsmanship. Once you practice boxing to the extreme, you are already practicing swordsmanship. , so Chen Pingan is not particularly anxious...

Qi Jingchun stood side by side with the gushing young man and asked with a smile: "Do you miss Aliang very much?"

Chen Ping'an looked up at the sky and murmured: "Alian will always come back."

Chen Pingan turned to look at Mr. Qi, "right?"

Qi Jingchun smiled and nodded.

Chen Pingan asked again: "What about Mr. Qi?"

Qi Jingchun sighed, shook his head and said: "I've sent you thousands of miles away, but I'll have to say goodbye eventually. I, Qi Jingchun, can only do this in my life."

Chen Pingan lowered his head and looked at his feet silently.

This news was just like at Yang's shop. Although Chen Ping'an had already had a premonition, when he heard the three words "not worth it" from the old man Yang himself, he still felt sad as before, and it was not ordinary sad.

Qi Jingchun stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the young man's head, "This time, these remnants of my soul are said to be the guardians of the three of you. In the end, all the spring breeze gathered here, but in fact, I asked you to take a trip to the world in my place, Qi Jingchun. I have no regrets anymore.”

Qi Jingchun smiled knowingly, "You can be sad, but you can also drink."

Chen Pingan took off the sword gourd from his waist and handed it to Qi Jingchun with red eyes.

Qi Jingchun, whose figure became more and more unsteady, stretched out, shook his head and said with a smile: "I'll just keep my share as a spare."

Chen Ping'an himself didn't drink, so don't look back.

I am afraid that I will really drink and become an alcoholic.

Qi Jingchun suddenly said: "Chen Pingan, can I practice boxing with you one last time?"

Chen Ping'an wondered: "Six steps to walk?"

Qi Jingchun nodded.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, moved forward slowly, and punched leisurely.

Yue Hui is pure and clean, and the Confucian scholar in green shirt is beside Chen Pingan, following the young man forward and punching, also leisurely.

After Chen Pingan walked through the boxing pile, he stopped lightly and stopped practicing boxing.

He didn't turn around and looked away, just looking into the distance. There was no spring breeze lingering on Chen Pingan's sleeves.

he knows.

Mr. Qi is really gone.