Sword of Coming

Chen Ping'an raised his head and looked up at the sky. Zheng Dafeng's breaking scene was so powerful that it directly made the Fu family's sea of ​​clouds reveal his true form. However, in the end, the person and the sea of ​​clouds slowly disappeared together. He couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Will there be any movement? Too big?"

Yin Shen smiled and said: "The movement is loud enough to scare rats and jackals."

Zheng Dafeng was able to accumulate a lot of experience and break the bottleneck in one fell swoop. Of course, this Yin God was happy to see this. If Zheng Dafeng died here, it would be fair and just for the gods to do business with people. But these Yin Gods who walked out of that small temple, But there is no such treatment. It is not surprising that once the plan of the god is ruined and the god is angered, he will be killed thousands of miles away with a snap of his fingers.

Chen Ping'an, who has always been cautious, chewed this sentence carefully and felt that it really made sense. However, this kind of truth does not apply to him for the time being. It doesn't matter, just like the words engraved on the small bamboo slips, save them first so that he can travel around the world. Pressure, the truth is even more true.

Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Will the whole city know about it? If Zheng Dafeng wants to do something in the future, won't he be followed by the Fu family and the five major surnames everywhere?"

Yin Shen glanced in the direction of the East China Sea, shook his head and said: "Fu Qi has already taken action. Taking this opportunity, Zheng Dafeng should take advantage of the trend to do a few businesses. When he returns from the sea of ​​​​clouds, he will definitely not be as grand as when he went up."

Chen Ping'an nodded, put away all the green bamboo slips, and put them into square inches. These bamboo slips include ordinary green bamboo left over from making small bamboo boxes for Lin Shouyi and Li Huai, and more of them have returned to poverty. Behind the mountain, the remnants of the bamboo building donated by Wei Bo are all Qidun Mountain Fenyong Bamboo moved from Qingshen Mountain. After doing business in Qingfufang at the ferry crossing of Shushui State, he learned that Qingshen Mountain Shenxiao Bamboo is extremely valuable. Chen Ping'an became increasingly rare, so much so that many of the beautiful sentences I saw in books had to be chewed over several times before deciding whether to have them engraved on bamboo slips.

The Yin God suddenly asked: "Can you give me a small bamboo slip, the one with the words 'Gods are different, Yin and Yang are separated, the soul can calm the mind, and the soul can shape the golden body'."

Chen Pingan shook his head and refused without hesitation: "No."

Do you think you are Aquarius Li Huai and the others, and I will give you whatever you want?

But Chen Pingan then remembered that back in the alley, the Yin Shen had revealed Zheng Dafeng's thoughts to his face. Regardless of whether it was Old Man Yang's intention or not, he seemed to be grateful. After figuring this out, Chen Pingan immediately became generous, "Okay. I just give it to you, just a piece of bamboo slip."

Although Yin Shen didn't understand why Chen Pingan changed his mind, he was too straightforward because of his urgent need. In fact, Yin Shen didn't want to take advantage of this, so he explained with a smile: "I didn't finish what I said just now, but I actually wanted to talk to him. How about you buy that bamboo slip and ten Grain Rain coins?"

Chen Ping'an had just taken out the bamboo slip from Fang Cunwu. After hearing the words "Gu Yu Qian", his scalp suddenly went numb and he said doubtfully: "Even if the bamboo slip is made of Fenyong Bamboo from Qingshen Mountain, it is only so big and not worth it." The scary sky-high price?"

Yin Shen smiled calmly and said: "If you sell it to anyone else, it will only cost you a few Xiaoshu coins. But to me, this bamboo slip with this sentence is worth the price. Why, I think the price is too high, so I won't sell it." ? Will you sell it if it’s cheaper? How about a small sum of money?”

Chen Pingan stood up and handed over the bamboo slips, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, put your things away."

Yin Shen took the bamboo slips in one hand and stacked ten Guyu coins in the palm of the other hand. Chen Pingan took the energetic Guyu coins, looked at them twice, and then quickly put them away.

Yin Shen joked: "Not sure about the authenticity? The cost of Xiaoshu money and Guyu money are endless in the mountains."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I have never seen real Guyu money, but I trust Mr. Zhao."

Chen Ping'an stopped drinking wine and kept the sword-raising gourd on his waist.

Xiaoxueqian is equivalent to a thousand taels of silver from a secular dynasty. One Xiaoshu coin is equivalent to one hundred Xiaoxue coins. One Guyu coin is equivalent to ten Xiaoshu coins. This is the so-called "thousands and hundreds" of currency trading on the mountain. As for the gold and copper coins specially made for Lizhu Cave Heaven, they are even more precious than Guyu coins.

Ten Guyu coins!

Now I finally feel a little wealthy.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhao, otherwise I will show you all those bamboo slips. Do you have any that you want to buy?"

Yin Shen shook his head and said with a smile: "The money bag is empty and I can't afford it anymore."

The ten Guyu coins were actually all the savings he had accumulated this time when he followed Zheng Dafeng south to Old Dragon City.

The reason for such a high price was to congratulate Zheng Dafeng for breaking through. It was one thing to congratulate Zheng Dafeng on his breakthrough. It was even more important that his soul was shaken at that time and he caught the prophecy at a glance. There is God's will in the dark, and everyone in the world can disbelieve it, but it doesn't work. It's not that he really wants to take out ten Guyu coins in one go, but he has to do it. The profound meaning is so profound that only the Qi practitioners of the Yin Yang family can understand it.

As a result, Chen Pingan said again: "It's okay, Mr. Zhao, whichever bamboo slip you like, I will give it to you."

Yin Shen turned his head to look at the young man, smiled, stopped talking, and looked up at the sea of ​​clouds again, feeling that it was interesting.

Old Dragon City is so big that few people would pay attention to the movements of a kite or a flying bird in the sky. Zheng Dafeng ascended to the sky with the wind, and then broke through to attract strange phenomena in the sea of ​​clouds. The common people under the man's feet You won't notice anything, but almost all the middle and fifth realm qi practitioners and martial arts masters can't help but raise their heads to pay attention to this scene, especially the Fu family, which makes the biggest noise. They are waiting for the girl Zhigui under the dragon platform. Fu Qi even went to the sea of ​​​​clouds in person to meet this person who could break through the formation of the sea of ​​​​clouds.

Because the sea of ​​clouds obscures the appearance of the man above the sea of ​​clouds, most of the high-ranking practitioners in Old Dragon City just join in the fun and guess the true identity of the peak powerhouse. The half-immortal soldier's Fu family ancestor broke through the barrier? Or is the ancestor of the Yunlin Jiang family trying to protect the family's legitimate daughter who is about to marry Lao Longcheng?

Laolong City has prosperous commerce, surpassing Aquarius Continent. As an important transit hub for goods connecting three continents, it is a mixed place with many rich people and gamblers. Private rivalries between friends, and even several big gamblers. The bets on the stalls are springing up all of a sudden. There are all kinds of bets, some are betting on this person's identity, some are betting on whether this person will be disabled by the Fu family, some are betting on this person's gender and even his last name...

In the Fan family's mansion in the inner city, the current head of the family, several family ancestors, and guest ministers, without any young descendants, are all elderly people who are over 100 years old. They are standing side by side in the corridor of a high-rise building, and everyone is full of joy. They used the characters above the sea of ​​clouds to ascend to the sky and began to calculate. Together with the previous intelligence, they could deduce that it was Zheng Dafeng from Chenchen Pharmacy who entered the ninth realm without any warning and became the mountain top realm master at the end of martial arts. Grandmaster, for the Fan family, this is naturally a great good thing, and Zheng Dafeng will stay in Old Dragon City for the next few decades without any accident. The Fan family is like having an extra mountain-level warrior descended from the sky. The difference between eighty and nine is the difference between cloud and mud!

There are three realms for pure martial arts: body refining at the beginning, qi refining at the middle stage, and god refining at the peak. The further you go, especially after the seventh realm, the gap between the two adjacent realms will become more and more like a chasm, so there is a saying in martial arts. As the saying goes: If you fight an enemy from a high level but from a low level, you can kill someone with just one punch.

However, some people think that the word "kill" should be changed to the word "hurt" to be more accurate.

It is somewhat similar to the ranks of national players in the chess world. They are also in the ninth dan, divided into strong nine and weak nine. It is not impossible for a seventh or eighth-level chess player to occasionally defeat the weak nine players with clever tricks, but it is a special case in the end and is not the norm in the chess world. Having said that, the evaluation of chess skills in Baopingzhou, especially in the 89th and 9th divisions, is often just based on the chess players of a certain court taking turns playing against each other, and the level of chess skills of each chess player is very different, and they are far inferior to Zhongzhao. In Tu Shen Continent, the Confucian Academy will personally ask the chess masters to come forward to inspect.

An ancestor of the Golden Pill of the Fan family stroked his beard and smiled: "Young boy Fan is so lucky to have such a preacher!"

Laughter spread.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​clouds over Old Dragon City surged and sank, and almost everyone was caught off guard. They were in the sea of ​​clouds, looking around at a loss, even their relatives, friends, and comrades who were close at hand before, and then they felt an amazing feeling. The oppressive feeling of suffocation, whether it was a Qi practitioner or a pure martial artist, the movement of Qi at this moment was more or less stagnant and slowed down. However, after a moment, the sky and the earth returned to clarity, and the clouds and mist dissipated without leaving a trace. The Jindan realm monks who were dormant or worshiped in Old Dragon City felt particularly heavy.

Zheng Dafeng used the Eighth Realm Far Traveling Realm to ride the wind and left, but he walked back to the alley using the Nine Realm Mountain Top Realm.

The women in the drug store were laughing and playing from beginning to end, without any strange feelings. This was not only the frog in the well for the people in the mountains, but also another kind of stability for ordinary people. They saw the shopkeeper walking in from outside the shop, and didn't think much about it. The man carried two jars of fine wine bought from the nearby street, lifted the door curtain, and walked into the courtyard with his head bowed and a jar of wine high. Throwing it to the young man sitting on the bench, he picked up the old cigarette stick and sat on the steps in front of the main house again, silent, neither smoking cigarettes nor drinking alcohol.

The first words he spoke were not to Chen Pingan, the old man's "appointed" preacher, but to ask Yin Shen, "Old Zhao, can you open the skylight and speak frankly now? What else does the old man have to explain? Chen Pingan has passed. I am going to take the Osmanthus Island ferry to leave here in a few days. Can you give me some accurate information regarding the guardian?"

Yin Shen shook his head and said: "The Lord God only told me that if you succeed in breaking through the realm, you will enjoy the blessings. If you fail to break through, you will throw it into the sea and feed the fish."

Zheng Dafeng rubbed his cheeks with both hands, "My dear mother, I'm still confused."

Zheng Dafeng put the old cigarette stick in his arms, opened the mud seal of the wine jar, lowered his head and sipped at the wine jar, like a dragon drawing water, the wine condensed into a thread, and ran to Zheng Dafeng's mouth. Zheng Dafeng wiped his mouth. , looked up at the sea of ​​clouds, "Old Zhao, do you think the old man guessed what I saw when I broke through the border this time? Did you expect that I would almost hit my heart and hit the Tianmen in one go? Did you think of me? When I saw the scene near the gate, I almost..."

Zheng Dafeng lamented, then lowered his head to take a sip of wine, and suddenly smiled brightly, "I can't believe that the old man's words had two meanings at the beginning, 'no hope for the ninth realm in life', haha, the old man is really naughty..."

Yin Shen twitched the corner of his mouth.

I feel that Zheng Dafeng really doesn’t know how to live or die.

Zheng Dafeng looked around as if someone was strangling his neck, feeling very guilty. He quickly got up and came to the center of the yard, facing north, and said to himself: "Old man, don't be surprised. My disciple Zheng Dafeng succeeded in breaking through the realm, but he couldn't." I tell you this happy event in person, and I feel very guilty. Old man, you are wise, powerful, and magnanimous. Don't be angry. I can only bow three times and burn incense to express my feelings!"

Zheng Dafeng really held an incense-shaped hand and bowed three times to the distant direction of Dali.

Chen Ping'an was puzzled as to how Old Man Yang could teach such completely different apprentices as Li Er and Zheng Dafeng.

But when he thought that Li Baoping, Li Huai, Lin Shouyi and the others also had very different personalities, Chen Ping'an was not surprised.

But Zheng Dafeng made a strange move before offering incense, and Chen Pingan saw it clearly. Zheng Dafeng raised an arm and stretched his hand around his head, as if there were three sticks of incense hidden there, and took them back to him.

After Zheng Dafeng finished doing this mysterious thing, he sat back on the bench lazily, as if he had really made up his mind to start enjoying himself. He stared at Chen Pingan, and Chen Pingan looked at him.

A scoundrel who seemed to owe a lot of debt but didn't want to pay it back.

One seems to be saying that if you dare not pay back the money, I can’t beat you to death and I’ll annoy you to death.

Yin Shen looked at these two people and suddenly realized that he didn't understand the current world.

A voice broke the deadlock, and someone lifted the curtain, but did not walk into the courtyard immediately. He raised the bamboo curtain high with one hand, and carried a pot of the best osmanthus wine in Laolongcheng in the other hand. The exquisite wine pot alone could Selling a piece of snow for money, the handsome young man with red lips and white teeth saw some outsiders in the yard. He hesitated for a moment. He stood there and asked softly: "Mr. Zheng... can I come in?"

After the young man walked into the dusty medicine shop, the Yin Shen had disappeared.

Chen Pingan turned around and saw a man of the same age. He could tell that he was a pure martial artist, and he should still be in the third realm for the time being. By observing the young man's breathing and breathing during his words, and the slight trembling of muscles, bones, skin and flesh all over his body at the slightest move. , as well as the blood and energy flowing outside, this old Dragon City boy's martial arts foundation is acceptable, but there are many flaws. The "touring post road" of many pure infuriating Qi in the Qi Mansion in the body seems not wide enough, and not enough. smooth……

Chen Pingan was suddenly surprised.

He found that he was actually overlooking the martial arts realm of others.

It wasn't until this moment that Chen Pingan realized that he had truly reached the fourth level of martial arts.

Zheng Dafeng didn't care about Chen Ping'an's wandering mind. He waved to the young man and said with a smile: "I know I can't hide it from your grandfather, but I'm not telling you. The congratulatory gift is a pot of osmanthus brew brewed by the Fan family? Isn't it too careless? , I am always vague about big things and very particular about small things. After you leave the wine, Ma Liuer returns to Fan's house and asks your grandpa to mention it. Don't be too stingy. "

The young man was dumbfounded and said helplessly: "Mr. Zheng, I heard my grandpa tell me about this. He sneaked out to deliver wine. It was not my parents' intention. Otherwise, sir, when I inherit the Osmanthus Island in the future, prepare a big gift?" I stole this jug of wine from home. Don’t tell my grandpa later, I’ll go to my husband to ask for a gift from home..."

After the boy put down his drink, he ran away.

Zheng Dafeng did not stop the hot-tempered boy from the Fan family. He glanced sideways at the old and energetic Chen Ping'an, thinking that he was also a young man. Look at this young boy from the Fan family. He is sincere, generous and easy to talk to. Advantages, look at you Chen Pingan, you can remember the old account of five cents for so long, you are not fair-looking, old-fashioned and pedantic, and you are full of stinky problems!

From the young man's words, Chen Pingan learned a lot of inside information.

The young man was born in the Fan family of the old Dragon City who followed the Fu family to bet on Da Li. Now he is apprenticed to Zheng Dafeng and will own the Osmanthus Island ferry in the future.

Coupled with Yin Shen's previous revelation, Zheng Dafeng wanted to do business with the city lord Fu Qi.

Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Regardless of the crooked hearts of these big shots, it should not be a big problem for him to choose the Fan family ferry to go to Daoxuan Mountain this time.

Whether gods will fight in Old Dragon City in the future or demons will dance wildly is something they need to consider. Chen Pingan only needs to stay in the medicine shop and wait patiently for a few days, then board the Osmanthus Island, reach the upside-down mountain, go to the Sword Qi Great Wall, and find Miss Ning, give me the sword behind your back...

Zheng Dafeng stretched out his hand to grab it and said with a smile: "Boss Fan, come back, are you really going to help me shamelessly ask for a gift?"

In fact, Zheng Dafeng didn't care what the young man said when he returned home. He really felt that it was a bit boring to be in the same hospital with Chen Pingan. He might as well grab a pistachio to relieve his boredom, so as not to glare at Chen Pingan. The key was that he was a nine-year-old. Jingwufu is not easy to act wild, and he is even a little shaky deep in his heart.

The young man who was about to run out of the alley was suddenly grabbed by the back collar of his shirt. He staggered back. He was startled. He thought he had met an assassin. Then after hearing Mr. Zheng Da's voice that sounded like it was ringing in his heart, the young man hehe. Smiling and waving to signal that the Jindan Realm family member should not be nervous, the young man turned around and ran quickly back to the dust shop. He called a few slightly familiar women "sister", then opened the curtain and returned to the yard. Behind him were bursts of joy. The singing of warblers and swallows.

The young man liked this atmosphere from the bottom of his heart.

The fairy heroines at the gate of the Fan family are of course more beautiful and more fairy-like, but the boy has known for a long time that the smiles they show when they see him are different from those of the sisters here.

One was facing the future head of the Fan family, and the other was facing the young man who jumped out of nowhere.

The boy doesn't dislike the former, but likes the latter.

Chen Pingan moved a stool to the boy, and the boy quickly took it and said with a smile: "Thank you."

Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head: "You're welcome."

Then the young man picked up the stool and looked at Zheng Dafeng, "Sir, where should I sit?"

Zheng Dafeng waved his hand and joked: "Go sit by the bamboo curtain at the door and help look after the wind."

"okay."

The young man happily ran to sit at the door. He was still sitting upright, with his waist straight and his eyes and nose looking at his heart. His hands were honestly placed on his knees. Although the young man tried his best to look dignified and solemn, but a pair of His eyes couldn't help but smile. It is as clear as a rushing stream. It makes sounds when you are happy and unhappy. It is not the kind of water that is deep and silent, and no noble person is slow to speak.

Chen Pingan suddenly felt envious of this young man.

There was something about the boy at the door that he had always wanted but could not get.

The old scholar, the literary sage, was drunk and was carried on his back. He patted his shoulder hard and said that the young man should carry the grass growing Yingfei and Yangliu Yiyi on his shoulders and not think about family hatred and national hatred or moral articles.

That's what the boy at the door is like.

Chen Pingan can't do it.

Zheng Dafeng seemed to notice Chen Pingan's strange mood. Although he may not know the exact idea, the man thought about it and threw the pot of sweet-scented osmanthus brew back to the Fan family boy with a smile.

The young man smiled brightly and said, "Mr. Zheng, I only dare to take a sip."

Chen Ping'an raised the sword-raising gourd high, laughed too, and said, "Let's drink together."

The young man was stunned for a moment, nodded vigorously and said: "Then I'll drink more in this sip! Oh, by the way, my name is Fan Er. If it's not a nickname, just Fan Er, because there is a sister in front of me named Fan Junmao. That’s why I’m called Fan Er...well, actually, whether or not I have an elder sister, it makes me sad that my parents gave me such a name. What about you? Can you tell me?"

The boy took a big sip of wine, his face turned red and he coughed repeatedly. It seemed that he was really a little sad because of this name.

Chen Ping'an drank the wine and said with a smile: "My name is Chen Ping'an, Ping'an's Ping'an."