Sword of Coming

Standing under the shade of the ancestral old osmanthus tree on the top of Osmanthus Island, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but think of the old locust tree in his hometown. However, in front of him, the osmanthus leaves were as thick as a canopy, but the old locust tree was no longer there. After Chen Ping'an felt sad , smiled knowingly, and still remembered the scene of the little girl in the red cotton coat running with a locust branch on her shoulders. Li Baoping was lively and cute, fearless of heaven and earth, and old Longcheng Fan Er was carefree, able to live every day happily. It's so beautiful that it makes Chen Ping'an envious. He hopes that one day he can become a person like them. I wonder if this is what the sages say in the book of sages.

In addition to Chen Ping'an, there were three or three ferry passengers standing under the old osmanthus tree. They were all spectators who came here to look at the old tree and pointed at it. There were also some women who chose a place to stand and let a few people wait here specially. The Osmanthus Island painter from Guihua Island painted for them, and a family of three asked the Qi practitioner painter who was an expert in painting to help them draw a family portrait as a souvenir.

Fan Er had reminded Chen Ping'an on the carriage before that the customers who could go from Old Dragon City to Daoxuan Mountain to do business had different realms and good or bad backgrounds, but one thing was common, that is, these people were not easy to mess with. , After twists and turns, anyone can bring out one or two powerful figures or powerful figures from the fairy family. Because the Fan family not only stores supplies in several of its own warehouses on Guihua Island, but many wealthy guests also use Guihua Island to carry goods. This group of people has no shortage of background and financial resources. They may even be richer than the Fan family. They just lack It was just a chance cross-continental ferry and a mature and stable route.

Chen Ping'an is not someone who likes to cause trouble, so Fan Er's reminder is the icing on the cake.

At the moment, Chen Pingan stood quietly in the distance. After waiting for a middle-aged painter to stop writing and hand over the scroll, Chen Pingan walked forward and passed by the woman who was happily holding the scroll. He glanced at The picture scroll in the hands of a female Qi practitioner is lifelike. It is not the rigid and motionless painted door god on the door in her hometown. On the picture scroll, the woman's clothes and black hair are slowly fluttering, and a osmanthus leaf is also shaking like ripples. However, according to Chen With Ping An's eyesight, he discovered that the woman's true appearance was slightly different from the one on the scroll, as if the painter's painting had been enhanced. Chen Ping An was amazed. Compared with the previous stele rubbing techniques on Kun's ship, they were different.

The middle-aged painter shook his wrist when he saw the young man carrying a sword. Behind him was an osmanthus girl holding a small case with the Four Treasures of the Study.

The painter asked with a smile: "Young master, you also want to paint? On our cross-continental trip to Osmanthus Island, before we arrive at Daoxuan Mountain, there will be ten sceneries along the way. Each place is a unique beauty in the world, including this one." The ancestral old osmanthus tree, touched by the light of the fairy osmanthus, will have a faint fragrance lingering in the paintings we draw. It can be preserved for hundreds of years without fading, and it can avoid damage by insects and ants. I will never let you down."

Before Chen Pingan left, he had already put away the Guike wooden plaque, nodded and said with a smile: "I want to paint three identical paintings. May I ask, sir, how much does it cost?"

The middle-aged painter was stunned for a moment. He didn't know whether the young man in straw sandals in front of him was a wealthy grandson who didn't show his face in real life, or a rich young man who didn't understand the world. Most people can only paint one painting at most. How can they order three paintings at a time? But who Not dissatisfied that he made a lot of money, the painter smiled and said: "A painting costs ten pieces of snow. If the master wants three paintings, it can be cheaper. I only charge you twenty-five pieces."

The sweet-scented osmanthus girl, who was far less beautiful than the golden millet of Guimai Xiaoyuan, smiled sweetly and added softly, "Young master, if you hold the special wooden sign of Guihua Island, you can get another discount."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "No, I'm just an ordinary customer."

Ten pieces of snow for a painting is an unimaginable expense for Chen Pingan, who always buys the cheapest wine. But today, Chen Pingan did not hesitate and took out twenty-five pieces of snow. According to the request of Miss Guihua, just put it on the small case she is holding. The Fan family painter will not do anything. Then the middle-aged painter asked Chen Pingan to stand under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and he changed several positions one after another, and finally selected a spot with the best view. Chen Pingan stood alone under the tree, facing the painter's scrutiny, obviously a little reserved. After a few words of comfort, he relaxed a little. His limbs were no longer so stiff, but his face was still a little sullen. The painter did not dare to point too much, thinking that he would put more thought into it when he started writing.

The sweet-scented osmanthus girl couldn't help but smile. Such shy guests were rare on the sweet-scented osmanthus island where the gods gathered. In the past, some bold men and women asked if they could stand on the ancestral osmanthus tree and let her The painter simply came up with a picture of someone climbing up high and looking into the distance. The woman asked if she could hold a branch of the laurel tree in her hand, but of course she couldn't.

The middle-aged painter picked up the pen and waved his sleeves gently. The rare rice paper from Qingluan Kingdom slipped from the small case and flew slowly in front of him, hovering motionless as if it were placed on a flat painting case. superior. The painter did not rush to put pen to paper, but began to brew his emotions, writing with deep concentration, and painting figures with a spirit of spirit.

The painter holds his back in one hand and a pen in the other, staring at the young man under the tree. He is carrying a sword box on his back, clenching his fists and hanging them on both sides of his body. His eyes are bright and his complexion is slightly dark. He is wearing a pair of unusual straw sandals and is dressed simply. It's a bit shabby, but it's kept clean and doesn't look sleazy at all. His height is only slightly shorter than that of the young and strong men in the south. Perhaps in the northern area of ​​Aquarius Continent, he will look more youthful.

However, the skilled painter was surprised to find that he could not capture the spirit of the boy in front of him. It was not that the boy did not have it, but that the painter could not be sure. He always felt that no matter how he started painting, it would be difficult to draw a "very similar" one. In this realm, the painter didn't want to show any timidity, lest the cooked duck fly away. He could draw five out of twenty-five pieces of snow money, which was not a small amount.

The middle-aged painter had no choice but to bite the bullet and pretend to be confident and start painting.

The first portrait of a young boy can only be said to be very similar in appearance. Not to mention a Qi practitioner like him, even an ordinary court painter of the Yamashita Dynasty could do it. The painter himself was extremely dissatisfied, but he could not express his pain.

After finishing the painting, the painter took a short rest. The young man also took off the flask from his waist and took a sip of wine. After drinking, he became more and more relaxed. The young man turned his head and looked at the northern land, with a knowing smile on his face. He probably thought of some beautiful person or thing. After the boy looked away, he crossed his arms across his chest, puffed up his chest, and smiled brightly.

The painter accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene and suddenly had an idea.

Therefore, the second painting is obviously more aura, and the complex emotions of the young man traveling thousands of miles away from his hometown slowly flow out from the artist's brush.

During the break of the middle-aged painter, the young man drank again, and then his smile disappeared. He no longer crossed his arms around his chest, and seemed not to want the wine gourd around his waist to appear in the painting, hiding it and hanging behind him. However, the young man's invisible momentum , more stable, more like an adult who can take care of himself no matter how far away from home he is.

The painter was also quite satisfied with the third painting.

Osmanthus Osmanthus had already added the three paintings to the white jade scroll in a familiar way. Chen Ping'an trotted all the way. After seeing the three paintings, she looked very happy and had no objection at all. The middle-aged painter was actually a little nervous when handing the painting to the young man, "I hope the young master will be satisfied."

Chen Pingan held the three-scroll scroll with both hands and said with a bright smile: "Very good! Thank you!"

The middle-aged painter was relieved and said with a smile: "If you still want to paint in the future, you can make an appointment with me. From then on, I will definitely paint the nine scenes of Osmanthus Island on time, and I will give you a 10% discount on the price. My name is Su Yuting. You only need to follow the ferry boat Any sweet-scented osmanthus girl can ask and you can find me when the time comes.”

Chen Pingan nodded, said goodbye and left.

In fact, Chen Pingan is embarrassed to say that there is little chance for Jiujing on the sea in the future. According to Zheng Dafeng's attitude of not giving up until he is tricked to death, and Chen Pingan's temper that likes to ask for trouble, it is unlikely to leave Guimai Xiaoyuan in the future. Half step.

Returning to his room in Guimai Courtyard, Chen Pingan began to write a letter. He wrote every stroke seriously and with great craftsmanship. Not to mention compared to his disciple Cui Dongshan, even Li Baoping was far behind. Not comparable.

Previously at the dusty drug store in Old Dragon City, Chen Ping'an originally wanted to send a letter to both Shanya Academy and his hometown of Longquan, but he was afraid of complications. After all, Old Dragon City's surname was Fu and he did not dare to act rashly. After knowing that there was an Xianjia Station on Guihua Island of the Fan family, I thought about taking a boat to talk about it. It happened to be a coincidence that I drew three portraits, one of which was sent to Li Baoping with a letter, and one was sent to Li Baoping with a letter home. Go to Longquan, and then let the two little guys, the boy in green and the girl in pink skirt, help him go to his parents' graves and burn the painting so that his parents know that he is living a good life now, so Chen Pingan was He would hide his sword gourd under the laurel tree, but he couldn't let his parents know that he was already a little drunkard.

After writing two letters and taking two scrolls with him, Chen Pingan left the yard again and went to Xianjia Inn. This time Chen Ping'an met Jin Su, the sweet-scented osmanthus girl, outside the door. Although Chen Ping'an insisted on going to the inn to mail the letter, Jin Su also insisted on leading the way, saying that although she did not live in Guimai Courtyard, she was still the maidservant of that courtyard. , if Chen Pingan had to handle this kind of thing alone, she would definitely be punished by Aunt Gui and the Fan family. Chen Pingan had no choice but to let her follow. Fortunately, when they arrived at the inn, Jin Su just kept silent and did not interfere. , even if Chen Pingan still put away the Guike wooden sign and handed over the snow money as an ordinary guest, the woman just pretended not to see it at all.

Jin Su sent Chen Ping'an back to the entrance of the small courtyard, then stopped and said goodbye. When they returned to their residence, Aunt Gui was in an elegant and quiet courtyard. It turned out that they lived together.

Even the old people on Osmanthus Island don't know that Jin Su is this woman's only disciple.

Jin Su sat opposite the woman. The woman smiled and asked, "What, are you worried? Is it related to that young man?"

Jin Su, who was born with a cold temperament, didn't smile much even when facing his mentor, "It's a bit strange."

Aunt Gui smiled and said: "You are still just in this corner of Osmanthus Island, following the ferry back and forth on the sea. In fact, you have very few opportunities to interact with people. It is normal for you to think that boy is strange."

For the first time, Jin Su showed a girlish and naive expression, and said angrily: "I have also disembarked from the ship and been to the inner city several times, and I have met many young and handsome people in the old Dragon City."

The woman laughed dumbly, "Then you fell in love with Sun Jiashu at first sight? You even rejected Fu Nanhua's kindness without mercy? Do you know that the Fan family hopes that you and Fu Nanhua will get closer, but although the Fan family You are a businessman, but your family tradition has always been good. Even if you are ignorant and almost get into trouble, you still don't want to force others to do anything. Why don't you try changing your surname to an old one from Longcheng? You will suffer a lot by now."

Jin Su's eyes were sharp, "The Fan family has treated me well, and I will naturally repay the favor in the future, but if I dare to push people too far on this matter, I..."

Before the woman could finish speaking, the woman leaned forward, reached out and slapped the disciple hard on the forehead, and said with an angry smile: "Stop talking nonsense, a Dongfu Qi practitioner who stumbled into the middle five realms, what do you really think you are?" Are you an incredible genius in cultivation? Just talking about talent, you are about the same as Mr. Fan. You are considered amazing in Old Dragon City, but in the entire Aquarius Continent, you are not even the best. If you put it on the whole world..."

Having said this, the woman sighed. It is so difficult to recruit a disciple who agrees with her and "get what she wants". It is even more difficult to want a disciple to break through the realm and reach the sky step by step. Therefore, for a real mountaintop immortal family, recruiting disciples has always been a top priority, second only to her own enlightenment and immortality. She knew two ten-level immortals and a Jade Pure Realm monk. In order to test the potential of a future disciple It takes at least ten years and up to a hundred years to develop your character. Only after everything is ready can you accept the disciple's apprenticeship ceremony.

The arrogant young woman kept doing nothing. Since there were no outsiders here, she got up and moved to sit next to the woman. She hugged Aunt Gui's arm and said coquettishly: "Jin Su has a good master."

Aunt Gui pointed the woman with one finger and joked: "You have a good master, but I have a crappy apprentice who doesn't make people worry."

The young woman hugged the woman's arm, rested her head on her shoulder, and murmured: "Master, do you think Sun Jiashu likes me?"

Aunt Gui did not answer the question, but joked, "Spring has gone, but the heart of spring is still there."

Jinsu looked shy and complained: "Master!"

The woman turned her head and stared at the disciple's face, and said with a kind smile: "How can a man not like such a pretty and good girl?"

Jinsu was filled with joy.

But the woman immediately sighed: "But have you ever thought that in addition to being an outstanding man, Sun Jiashu is also the head of the Sun family in Old Dragon City, a man who is ambitious and wants to be the ancestor of the Sun family, and is also the businessman's hope. A disciple with high hopes. Even if you two overcome all difficulties and finally get together, once you marry a businesswoman, your path to spiritual practice will be difficult."

The young woman looked sad.

The woman touched Jin Su's soft black hair and said, "The scenery of the avenue is infinitely beautiful, but walking is not easy. All choices are all practice. Life in this world is a hard practice."

The woman suddenly smiled and said: "Master, I don't understand. Why do you look down on Mr. Fan? What a wonderful boy. If you can really like him, Master will not even give up his face and waste thousands of years of love with the Fan family." , and also to facilitate a marriage between the two of you."

Jin Su groaned and sat up straight, "Master, please don't mess around with the mandarin ducks. That boy Fan is stupid. He doesn't have any heroic spirit or heroic posture. He just messes around all day long. If I like him like this, Little brat, that’s the real devil.”

The woman smiled and shook her head.

Jin Su said softly: "Master, look at this friend Fan Er has made. He is so boring and lumpy. He is rigid in everything he does and says. This kind of person, no matter how good his family background is, is treated grandly by the Fan family. My future achievements will definitely not be much higher."

The woman thought for a moment and neither approved nor denied this matter.

After Chen Pingan returned to the yard, he had nothing to worry about for the time being, so he started practicing six-step walking in the yard.

The old Jindan swordsman actually didn't have to leave the house to observe the young man's boxing practice, but the old man still pushed the door open and walked out to watch the boxing stakes openly.

Chen Ping'an didn't care about this and just practiced boxing silently.

Before taking the Shushui National Ferry, Chen Ping'an was relatively slow in practicing boxing. On the 200,000-mile Long Walking Road, and later on the Sheep Fat Hall Ferry, Chen Ping'an was already in the stage of stepping into the four realms. He was in a state of threshold, so he punched very quickly, a total of 300,000 punches, as if it was completed in the blink of an eye.

Now that he has completely broken the bottleneck of the three realms and entered the fourth realm, Chen Pingan has slowed down his punching speed again.

The three realms of qi refining for a pure martial artist are qi refining, not a monk's qi training, which requires working hard on the three things of soul, soul and courage.

The old man surnamed Cui of the Luo Shanzhu Tower once said that as long as Chen Ping'an, the strongest of the three realms, successfully breaks through, the three realms of Qi Refining will be smooth and smooth.

Regarding the current struggle in the fourth realm, Chen Ping'an always feels a bit erratic and empty. Unlike the first three realms, where every step is on solid ground.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an is not yet deeply impressed, and he doesn't know if his fourth realm is solid enough.

The old man once suggested that for those who are in the third-level realm of martial arts in the fourth, fifth and sixth realms, it is best to look for opportunities at the ruins of ancient battlefields. There are many evil winds, the most yang and the most strong winds, and all kinds of chaotic qi from various origins. It is a good thing for warriors to use to temper their souls and courage. In the final analysis, it is still about enduring hardship.

This is a fight with heaven and earth.

The next best thing is to fight on the battlefield. When you are in it, the more bloody the fight is, the more you can realize that "everyone in the world is the enemy".

The second step is to fight against each other in the arena, using the arena master or the fifth level Qi practitioner as a whetstone to hone one's martial arts skills.

As for the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the sword qi arbitrarily traverses the world, and it inherently excludes all qi practitioners except sword cultivators, let alone pure martial artists. I don’t know how many martial artists are not able to control the situation, or the guardians are not strong enough, and they are greedy. The realm climbed up and he died suddenly on the Great Sword Qi Wall, so the old man asked Chen Ping'an to reach the fourth realm before setting off to Daoxuan Mountain, climbing to the top of the city, and then walking down the top of the Sword Qi Great Wall alive.

As for how long Chen Ping'an needed to stay at the top of the city, and how to exercise discretion and try to climb as many times as possible, the old man didn't say a word. He probably thought these were pure nonsense.

The barefoot old man's vision was too high. He had already reached the top of the ten realms a hundred years ago, so his vision was always looking at the highest point in the world.

Therefore, many martial arts "masters" have to repeat their words many times, but the old man actually didn't say a word to Chen Pingan.

For example, there is no mention of the breaking opportunities between March 4th and June 7th.

As well as the secrets of the strongest person in each martial arts realm, I won’t go into details.

The less the old man says, the higher his expectations are.

What does the Nine Realms mean to the disciples I taught you step by step? The ten realms are not enough to see!

You, Chen Pingan, should go straight to the legendary Martial God Realm!

I, Mr. Cui, whose heart is as high as the sky, must also think that you, Chen Pingan, are above the sky!

But the world is so wonderful. Old Cui said very little, but Chen Pingan understood more.

Two great opportunities came in succession at the Sun family's ancestral home. The first time, Chen Ping'an was confused and felt unhappy that the punch could not be delivered. Later, he learned the truth. Even if he kept vigil over and over again, he finally waited until the opportunity came. At that moment, Chen Pingan suddenly realized that he felt that he had to punch again!

Then without any hesitation, he knocked the sea of ​​cloud dragons transformed into golden air flow back into the sky again.

Both the old and the young are unreasonable.

The Jindan realm sword master Ma Zhi was not too surprised at first, but after watching the young man boxing for a long time, he finally saw the clues.

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, feeling like he had seen a ghost.

The soul and courage of a pure martial artist have already taken shape and are just waiting to be tempered. This means that from the fourth realm to the sixth realm, it will be very fast and smooth. If you blindly pursue the speed of martial arts climbing, you can completely scare others.

If he hadn't known in advance that the young man had just entered the fourth realm, the old man would not have been so shocked. However, Mr. Zheng clearly said that the young man had only entered the fourth realm.

How can there be such a tyrannical fourth realm in the world?

The Qingke of the Fan family discovered that the natal flying sword in his Qi Mansion was ready to move.

The old man actually had the slightest idea of ​​sparring with the young man.

A golden elixir sword cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Practitioner, seriously wielding a sword against a pure martial artist at the fourth level?

The old man was filled with sadness and felt that he was really old.

However, the old sword cultivator soon felt relieved. The world is huge. How many geniuses in Jiuzhou can he, a frog hiding in the well of Old Dragon City, see?

The young man practicing boxing with a sword in front of him is just one of them.

The old man had a sudden idea and asked with a smile: "Chen Ping'an, do you want to become the strongest four-level martial artist in the world?"

Chen Ping'an just finished walking six steps at a time, turned around and punched non-stop, and replied: "It must be."

The old man only regarded this young man who could use his connections to take the trouble to test the sword. He was born in the most powerful and powerful fairy sect in Aquarius Continent. He was ambitious and had a young mind, so he did not feel that this kind of vigor was too abrupt. The exuberant youth is frivolous and not annoying.

The old man didn't know.

The young man in front of him was practicing a simple fist, which he had punched hundreds of thousands of times.

At dusk, the Osmanthus Island ferry, which was previously hidden by the huge island, slowly set sail. If someone stood at the top of Old Dragon City and looked far away, they would be able to see the huge figure of this ferry.

Of course, if you were on this isolated island overseas, you would see it clearly.

For example, Sun Jiashu, the head of the Sun family.

When he left Old Dragon City this time, Sun Jiashu did not ask his family to follow him, because he had a young swordsman from Fenglei Garden, Liu Baqiao, by his side.

Liu Baqiao, who had come to Laolongcheng after a long journey, was squatting on the railing of the island viewing pavilion, looking at Osmanthus Island in the distance, looking a little tired and desolate. The tiredness was because he was driving a sword all the way south, and he was inevitably exhausted. The look on his face Loneliness means mixed feelings, as if a feeling of depression has crawled from the stomach to the throat. I want to spit it out, but I am afraid of hurting my friends.

Sun Jiashu said softly: "Why don't you go to Osmanthus Island and explain it?"

Even though Liu Baqiao was an extremely talented swordsman, he left Fenglei Garden in a hurry. His sword was so far away, but his lips were still chapped. He stretched out his hand to wipe it, shook his head and said, "I don't have the nerve to see Chen Pingan."

Sun Jiashu leaned against the pavilion pillar and sat next to Liu Baqiao. He smiled bitterly and said, "I can't help you this time."

Liu Baqiao waved his hand, "When anger returns, the truth is still the truth. Chen Ping'an is just my Liu Baqiao's friend, which does not mean he is your Sun Jiashu's friend. I didn't expect that Chen Ping'an hides so many secrets, and even you, Sun Jiashu, can't avoid it." Money touches people's hearts, but in the final analysis, it's my fault, or I underestimated my friend's ability, Sun Jiashu, don't feel more guilty just because I said this, you don't need to, and you shouldn't be like this."

Sun Jiashu rested his arms on the railing and looked sideways. The breeze was blowing on his face. The already handsome man became more and more elegant. He said softly: "This is the reason, but things should not have become so bad. You didn't scold him." I won’t beat you up, but you are trying to reason with me now. I, Sun Jiashu, know better than anyone how much you, Liu Baqiao, don’t like to talk reason. So why do you think you mean to break up with me? ?”

Liu Baqiao shook his head and said: "No. You are thinking too much."

Liu Baqiao turned around, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile, "Really."

Sun Jiashu said with a smile: "You have set me up so badly this time, does that mean that my heart is set on the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch?"

Liu Baqiao continued to look into the distance and grinned, "Sour, more sour than Chen Pingan's pickles."

Sun Jiashu laughed and just sighed in his heart.

The two got up and returned to Laolongcheng. Sun Jiashu took Liu Baqiao to the Sun family's ancestral home.

The ancestor of the Sun family in the Nascent Soul Realm, who was like a sea-fixing needle, was very fond of Liu Baqiao, a rising star in Fenglei Garden, the first time they met.

As an Earth Immortal, the old man rarely uses chopsticks now. Today he still sat at the same table with two young people and had a late-night snack, all of which were Liu Baqiao's favorite dishes.

Liu Baqiao made jokes with the ancestor of the Sun family, and he had the same virtue as in his early years. He boasted and boasted, never knowing what disgusting things were, and he was unambiguous when he exposed his shortcomings, which made the old man laugh.

Liu Baqiao had to rush back to Fenglei Garden. After dinner, he directly hung up the Old Dragon Cloud Pendant, wielded his sword and left.

Sun Jiashu was fishing alone on the shore in the night, holding a fishing rod in his hand.

Late at night, Sun Jiashu suddenly raised his head.

Liu Baqiao returned here with his sword, landed behind Sun Jiashu, and kicked the head of the Sun family into the river.

After that, Fengleiyuan sword cultivator didn't say a word and continued to drive north with his sword.

Sun Jiashu walked ashore like a drowned rat, but smiled happily.

The ancestor of the Sun family appeared beside Sun Jiashu out of thin air, and said sincerely: "Having a friend like Liu Baqiao in a person's life, whether it is a lifetime or a hundred years, is a blessing, and you must cherish it."

Sun Jiashu wiped his face and said with a smile: "I really know it today. Ancestor, can you let me be willful for once in the future and do something Sun Jiashu wants to do, but as the head of the Sun family?"

The old man did not hesitate, "The ancestors of the Sun family are happy to see this happen."

Sun Jiashu suddenly bowed his head to the old man and said, "Thank you, ancestor, for showing mercy!"

The old man smiled heartily and said: "Get up! It's ridiculous! Brat, you are the head of the family now."

Sun Jiashu walked quickly back to the Sun family's ancestral home with his fishing rod and basket in hand, and left that night to go to the Sun Mansion in the inner city to handle matters.

Not long after Sun Jiashu left, a golden elixir-level priest from the Sun family's ancestral home found the ancestor of the Sun family and said straight to the point with a smile: "The Sun family has such a master, and I am willing to renew our agreement with the Sun family for another hundred years. "

The old man laughed and agreed.

Finally, the old man came to the ancestral hall alone and silently lit three sticks of incense.

Dust drug store.

Since Fan Er did not have to go to the family ancestral hall to be punished, the young man came to Mr. Zheng to chat freely.

When the young man came to the door, the man was lying on the counter, teasing a plump shop lady, and asking her man who was a coachman whether he still had the strength to go home at night after a hard day's work. The woman had long been accustomed to the man's tricks at Chenchen Pharmacy, so she replied with a charming smile, "My bed has been repaired by a carpenter several times."

Fan Er happened to hear this sentence and pretended not to understand anything. The woman was a little shy. After all, talking nonsense and tit-for-tat with the shopkeeper was just for fun. In front of ordinary outsiders, she really didn't dare to be so bold. Zheng Dafeng was unwilling to let the woman go, and smiled at Fan Er and said, "If your family needs to find a carpenter to repair the bed in the future, you can ask this sister to help you introduce acquaintances."

Fan Er said oh.

The shop suddenly erupted with overwhelming cries of defiance. Some threatened to sew the shopkeeper's mouth shut with needlework, and some threatened to stop cooking even if he gave him money. Zheng Dafeng just thought it was a tickle, and took the boy to the backyard with a smile. Before the two sat down, Fan Er had already taken the initiative to help Zheng Dafeng tinker with the old cigarette stick. The latter blew out a smoke ring, and thought that the boy had finally left the old house. Dragon City is really refreshing.

Fan Er sat on the small bench and asked, "Mr. Zheng, are you going to the Fu family's wedding?"

Zheng Dafeng said angrily: "If I am the groom on the bridal night, I will go."

Fan Er whispered: "I heard that Fu Nanhua's unmarried daughter-in-law is...not particularly good-looking."

Zheng Dafeng sneered: "The legitimate daughter of the Yunlin Jiang family, isn't she good-looking? If she were to be my wife, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed every day!"

Fan Er was speechless.

Mr. Zheng Da is good at everything, but he is a little bit overwhelmed by his straightforward manner.

Just talking about chatting with people, it is more interesting to be with Chen Pingan.

Zheng Dafeng suddenly asked: "Does Chen Pingan regard you as a friend?"

Fan Er nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, we are very good friends!"

Zheng Dafeng raised his head and puffed out the mist, playing with the taste: "Foolish people have foolish blessings."

Fan Er rarely refutes this master who has a high level of martial arts, "Sir, you are not allowed to say that about Chen Ping'an. He is not stupid, he is very smart. Even I admire him for knowing so many things. I feel that I can know him." Chen Pingan is my blessing."

Zheng Dafeng glanced at this stupid boy with no strength, "No wonder you can become friends."

Zheng Dafeng calmed down and said in a deep voice: "I have just confirmed two things personally. Fan Er, listen carefully."

Fan Er immediately raised his chest and listened attentively.

Zheng Dafeng stretched out a finger, "My senior brother, Li Er, was once the strongest in the ninth realm in the world, and I, Zheng Dafeng, was once the strongest in the eighth realm. So Li Er gave birth to a pair of very promising children, and married I won’t mention this... I’m almost, just a little bit close, to accomplishing a feat that has never been done before or since, from the Eighth Realm to the Tenth Realm. Let’s look back at Chen Ping’an’s Three Realms of Martial Arts. It has caused strange phenomena from heaven and earth twice, as well as his current wealth, so there is a saying that is correct and absolutely true!"

Fan Er's eyes widened, full of curiosity.

Zheng Dafeng looked solemn, "As long as you become the strongest person in a certain martial arts realm in the entire world, you can get a steady stream of blessings. Of course, if you think about squatting in a manhole and not shitting, it won't work. You should break through the realm. It is still necessary to break through the realm, otherwise it will go against the purpose of martial arts and it will be bad.”

Fan Er asked carefully: "Sir, do you want to say that I am the strongest in the world now? But my sister said that my qualifications are mediocre and not very good. Is it because her vision is not as good as my husband? Haha , No wonder sir said no wonder Chen Ping'an and I became good friends, no wonder no wonder, it turns out that we are the number one and number two martial artists of the Three Realms in the world..."

Zheng Dafeng was furious, pointed at the bamboo curtain door, smiled and cursed: "Go away, go sit over there."

Fan Er quickly moved the small bench over there and sat there obediently. It seemed that he had made a mistake.

I've only been getting along with Chen Ping'an for a few days. He used to be a very smart kid, but suddenly he became so careless?

Zheng Dafeng took a long puff of dry cigarette and said, "You will be able to break through the third realm immediately. When you reach the fourth realm, I plan to help you fight for that chance. Although it is very slim, I, Zheng Dafeng, is a martial artist in the ninth realm. It’s not too far behind Li Ersong’s Changjing. I don’t believe there is anything I can’t do if I take it seriously for the first time!”

Fan Er timidly said: "The strongest fourth level?"

Zheng Dafeng nodded, "Finally, I didn't give my brain to Chen."

Zheng Dafeng's face was full of seriousness, but he was secretly happy in his heart. While you, Chen Ping'an, suffered so much on Osmanthus Island and the Jianqi Great Wall, you also had to survive an unavoidable storm that ordinary warriors wouldn't expect, but for you, it was extremely dangerous. Pass, in the end, even after passing that pass and going through a lot of hardships, the strongest fourth realm is your friend Fan Er, not your kid. Isn't this interesting?

Having said that, in this vast world, there are thousands of talented people walking in the martial arts, and Fan Er, who is not unusually talented, can't defeat him. Chen Ping'an doesn't have to compete for the strongest four realms.

At this time, Fan Er held it in for a long time and couldn't help but said: "Sir, according to you, Chen Ping'an is already in the fourth realm. If I sneak into this fourth realm, will I one day follow him? Did they collide with each other? Sir, in fact, when I started practicing martial arts, I just didn’t have the talent to be a Qi practitioner, so I wanted to reach the very high eighth realm. I just wanted to be able to ride the wind and travel far away like a Qi practitioner. I don't have much confidence in the strongest four realms, and I don't really want it..."

At the end of the sentence, the young man lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zheng Dafeng.

Zheng Dafeng was full of passion and ambition, so he was poured cold water on his head.

Fortunately, Zheng Dafeng's mental toughness is far beyond ordinary people, otherwise he would not be in the state he is in today. He would just treat it as his own impromptu idea and just another boring thing.

Zheng Dafeng smiled and said, "Don't deny it in a hurry. Wait until you reach the fourth realm. If you change your mind then, you can tell me."

Fan Er smiled and said: "Okay."

Zheng Dafeng waved his hand, "Get out of here quickly. You have no ambition at all. It's annoying to watch."

The young man stood up and put the bench back to its original position. When he walked to the bamboo curtain door, he turned around and said with a smile: "It's not Mr. Sui who likes to enjoy happiness."

Zheng Dafeng rolled his eyes.

The young man passed by the deserted drug store in front. The women and girls said goodbye, and the young man greeted them one by one.

After stepping out of Chenchen Pharmacy, Fan Er raised his head and glanced at the sky. He didn't know when his sister would come home. If she accidentally found him a brother-in-law he didn't like on this trip to the north, he would have a headache. . Hello sister, father and mother, ancestors, guests and ministers, Mr. Zheng, my friend Chen Pingan who I just met, but my brother-in-law is the only one who is not good? How awkward.

The young man shook his head and walked alone in the alley. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he threw what he felt was the most majestic and domineering tortoise punch.

It's a pity that Chen Pingan is not present, otherwise he would have to be defeated.

The next time we meet, Chen Pingan and I must imitate that hero of the world, cut off the chicken head and burn the yellow paper, and become brothers!

The more Fan Er thought about it, the happier he became. His punches became more and more like tortoise punches, and he did not forget to give himself a gentle shout of encouragement. After he stopped, he clicked his tongue and said: "This set of punches is really heart-wrenching!"

The young man didn't know that in the alley behind him, at the door of Chenchen Pharmacy, stood a young woman wearing a green robe, with a tired look on her face, as if she had returned from a long trip. She was drinking wine, looking at the young man's back, and murmured: "Fan My parents really picked the name "Er" right, but "Er" is no longer enough."

On Osmanthus Island, where he traveled across the sea, Chen Pingan practiced the six-step walking pile over and over again in the Guimai courtyard at night.

Before reaching the Great Wall of Sword Qi, I really expected to punch a million punches!

After walking the pile, Chen Ping'an began to practice sword furnace standing.

In the middle of the night, Chen Ping'an returned to his house. In the middle of summer, the young man lay on the precious bamboo mat that was as cool as water. He habitually placed the wooden box inside the bed, within easy reach of it.

Close your eyes and slowly fall asleep.

There was a smile on the young man's face.

He was about to go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and practice boxing at the top of the city.