Sword of Coming

An Osmanthus Island is like being at the bottom of a big bowl, with the sea water being the bowl wall.

All passengers are very likely to become the meals of those dragon descendants.

It will be a long-lost feast.

Osmanthus Island and the sea water below the ferry have hovered still, and the surrounding area is surrounded by cold eyes from Jiaolonggou.

The current situation is extremely delicate. Osmanthus Island is silent. There are angry complaints about Osmanthus Island, but also confusion about the disaster. Some people are silently making small calculations in their hearts, each weighing their own amulets, trying to seize chestnuts from the fire. Once Successfully surviving to the end, not to mention the treasures of Osmanthus Island, just grabbing a few corpses of Qi practitioners, is already a huge fortune.

At the front, Aunt Gui, the steward who has always been hiding, is hovering in front of the sea cliff, confronting the golden old dragon. The words spoken by both parties are obscure. They are definitely not the elegant language of any continent, but are most likely the unique language of ancient dragons. , was called "the sound of water" by scholars at that time. As for why Aunt Gui was so proficient in this word, and why she dared to go deep alone and confront many dragons alone, the passengers on Guihua Island were too lazy to think deeply, and they could not wait for this plain-looking woman. Transformed into a monk in the upper five realms, turned the tide, and then led Osmanthus Island out of this damn Jiaolonggou.

The woman seemed to have difficulty communicating with the golden dragon. She was suppressing her hard-earned anger and tried to keep her tone calm. She said slowly: "Isn't there any room for maneuver? According to records, the Fan family only helped You have dragged back as many as twelve corpses of Bu Yu's dragons. Over the years, whenever they pass by your Jiaolong ditch, the Fan family's ferry boat will inevitably drop a large amount of silver foil origami as a tribute to you Xingyun Buyu’s tribute has never been missed..."

This old dragon covered in golden scales has eyes as big as dustpans, and his eyes are full of indifference. "The rules are the rules. If you don't follow the rules, how can there be this dragon ditch in the world?"

Aunt Gui still wanted to argue and explain, but the golden old dragon raised a claw and pressed it heavily into the water. For a moment, the water surged and the wind blew. Aunt Gui, who was standing in the wind, felt a burning pain on her cheek from the oncoming wind and waves, but She never stretched out her hand to block him from the beginning to the end, nor did she rely on the magical power of the Earthly Immortal Realm to dodge. She just withstood the wrath of the old dragon.

The old Jiao sneered: "Someone deliberately framed you on Guihua Island. I'm not blind, so I can see through it at a glance. But rules are rules. You on Guihua Island don't know people well, which is why the ferry guests used the Dragon King basket without permission to catch the young Jiao. It broke. Rules for both of us. Madam Gui, you can leave alone, but all the remaining people on the ferry must die here."

Aunt Gui shook her head and said, "I will not abandon them."

Lao Jiao's eyes were full of cold sarcasm, and there was also a fiery look similar to that of a gourmet looking at delicious food, one cold and one hot, appearing alternately, "I know, that's why I said this. Mrs. Gui, you Do you know that every time you pass by my head, I must strictly abide by the rules and respect those broken iron laws, so I can only bear not to eat you, how much perseverance does it take?"

Aunt Gui finally asked: "No need to talk?"

The golden old dragon slowly moved its body as long as a mountain ridge, and two strands of dragon whiskers were slowly dragged in the clear water. The precious light was flowing. It glanced at a small boat not far behind the woman. The boat on top had already been killed. , the boat passenger was a man with sinister eyebrows and stern eyes. He seemed timid and looked around. He was carrying a small basket that looked like a cricket cage, made of ivory, small and cute.

A young dragon, which was originally six to seven feet long, shrunk in size like a loach in the Dragon King's basket after being captured. It fluttered and struggled in it, constantly making whining sounds.

The old boatman who was punting the boat for Jinsu and Chen Ping'an at that time was now standing on the water next to the man's boat, guarding tightly to prevent the culprit from escaping.

As for why the old man Zhouzi, whose real identity is the resident Jindan of Osmanthus Island, did not decisively snatch the Dragon King Basket, there are two reasons. He looks like a wretched man with a deer head and rat eyes. There is a flying sword slowly surrounding him. The sword is one foot long and has a body like Ink, thick black smoke keeps pouring out, the lowest level should be a Longmen realm sword cultivator. Furthermore, Old Man Zhouzi was afraid that this villain would not stop doing anything and would directly destroy the Dragon King Basket and the Young Jiao together. Then the entire Osmanthus Island would really be buried with this guy.

Lao Zhouzi asked the man why he did such a thing that was harmful to others and not beneficial to himself. The man who caused the disaster grinned and just looked at the surrounding scene without answering. Lao Zhouzi tried several times, trying to deduce from the man's few words that the person behind this person was Mr. Jiang who got off the boat halfway? Or is it the Ding family of Old Dragon City who is on the same page as the Fan family? It's a pity that the man always turned a deaf ear, cherished words like gold, and didn't want to say a word more.

Lao Zhouzi had no choice but to wait for the outcome of the negotiation between Mrs. Gui and the old dragon. If he was sure that they were really deadlocked, he could only kill the man in front of him first and try his best to snatch the Dragon King basket. How could Osmanthus Island survive? One person dies but one person dies! The Fan family's thousand-year-old family fortune must not be destroyed today, by the mouths of these remnants of criminals from ancient times!

Lao Zhouzi calmed down and no longer expected the strange man to speak, and asked calmly: "Do you think you can still run? Escape from this Jiaolong ditch under the nose of that old Jiao?"

The unattractive man finally grinned and said, "Then let me give it a try?"

"This small basket is worth a lot of Guyu money. I'll give it to you! Catch it!" The man suddenly threw the low-quality Dragon King basket high into the air. It was probably mass-produced by a separatist force on a mountain in the ancient Shu Kingdom. It's just that as time goes by, after being searched, collected and destroyed again and again in the long years, the Dragon King Basket becomes more and more rare. The Dragon King Basket has almost become a rare existence comparable to the sword-raising gourd.

Lao Zhouzi did not immediately reach out to pick up the Dragon King's basket to avoid falling into a vicious plot. Instead, he used his spiritual energy to hover it in front of him. After a closer look, he became furious. It turned out that the man had secretly used some trick to get the young dragon in the basket. He was already on the verge of death, his flesh and blood were blurred, his muscles and bones were exposed, and he was dying.

The man laughed loudly, and his natal flying sword turned into billowing black smoke to protect his whole body. He twisted out a golden talisman with his two fingers and said, "I'll toast you at the grave later, haha. It's a pity that there is no sweet-scented osmanthus wine in the world anymore..."

The golden light of the talisman flashed, and the man disappeared from the boat in an instant.

The golden old dragon with shining scales shook his head, and a dragon whisker whipped the sea water as fast as a long whip. It was clear that the dragon whisker hit the empty space near the body.

But the next moment, a figure, or rather two figures, slumped down from the clouds above Jiaolonggou. It was the sword cultivator who had used the talisman to escape from Jiaolonggou, even though the talisman was priceless and priceless. The city's square-inch talisman is the second-class square-inch talisman in the world. It can travel hundreds of miles in an instant. Even if the person who gave this talisman is sure, no one among the beasts in Jiaolonggou can stop this talisman. The famous sword cultivator believed that he had no plan left before he was alive, so he threw the Dragon King's basket, and the young dragon was about to die. Osmanthus Island and Jiaolong Valley were like two armies confronting each other. Mrs. Gui was grabbing the attention of the old dragon, and with this so-called The golden square-inch talisman can dodge the sword of the Land Sword Immortal. Why shouldn't he take the opportunity to escape from the battlefield?

The old dragon slapped another dragon whisker in the air, and a series of dull explosions like spring thunder sounded in the sea water.

For the golden elixir sword cultivator who was cut off in half, a golden elixir of his life turned into powder in the air, and a large handful of golden debris scattered into the clear sea water of Jiaolonggou, smashing the golden elixir together with the two parts of his body, and slowed down. Slowly sinking, it attracted countless dragons to leap toward the water. For a moment, the waves surged like jackals fighting for food.

The sword cultivator will die with his eyes closed.

How difficult is it for a Shanze cultivator with no foundation to become a Jindan realm sword cultivator?

During his life, he still thought that after completing this big deal and having a strong family background, he would find a good place with beautiful mountains and clear waters and full of spiritual energy, and become the founder of the immortal sect, and spread its branches and leaves for hundreds of years. Generations of stability, learn from those immortals who have long been envied, just focus on asking questions, and no longer have to take the wrong direction again and again...

After Old Zhouzi confirmed that the Dragon King Basket had not been tampered with, he gently held it in his hand, turned his head and looked around, sighing, "Little guy, what are you doing here? You are not someone you can interfere with in this disaster. Get back quickly." Osmanthus Island. If you are lucky, you can still see the hanging mountain. If you are not lucky..."

Lao Zhouzi did not continue to say these depressing words, even if they were the truth, since the war was imminent, it would be useless to say more.

After Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine, he pinned the sword gourd to his waist again.

Lao Zhouzi didn't notice anything strange, nor did the woman who had been facing Lao Jiao with her back to Osmanthus Island.

However, there was a trace of amusement in the silver eyes with erect pupils of the golden old dragon. He did not expose the young man's little trick on the spot. He just thought it was nothing more than a cat teasing a mouse.

Chen Pingan asked: "Senior, can the current situation on Guihua Island get any worse?"

"It's extremely bad."

Lao Zhouzi nodded, unwilling to lie on this matter, and said softly without any cover-up: "It is said that when the old dragon signed the contract with the ancestor of the Fan family, his realm was equivalent to that of a Nascent Soul Realm Qi Practitioner. They are born alien species, and their cultivation is often extremely slow. But once they climb to a high place, their real combat power is often much higher than the current situation. Not to mention the thousands of dragons in a trench, which are no weaker than Aquarius Island. For a sect with the title of Immortal, the key is that the old dragon is responsible for suppressing the formation, which is the most troublesome."

Chen Ping'an was a little helpless, "Old Jiao is at least a Nascent Soul Realm Immortal?"

Lao Zhouzi nodded, wondering why the sword-backed young man in front of him, who was carrying a penny on his shoulder, asked this question.

Chen Pingan looked up at the golden old dragon in the distance.

The latter also looked at him, his silver eyes full of rich mockery, and he deliberately glanced at the sword gourd on Chen Pingan's waist.

Chen Ping'an knew that Lao Jiao had seen through his little trick.

Wei Bo, the mountain god who personally handed over this "ginger pot", once said that a practitioner of the Ten Realms would not be able to see through the deceit he used on the sword-raising gourd, but the old dragon in front of him was clearly a Ten Realm Immortal. If so, then Chen Ping'an's method of secretly attracting the first and fifteenth grade students to transform into their bodies under the pretense of drinking must have fallen into Lao Jiao's sight. Then one of Chen Pingan's trump cards has been exposed in broad daylight.

Lao Zhouzi persuaded: "Little guy, let's go. Your youthful chivalry is very good, but it is destined to be useless, so why show off as a hero? It is better to return to Osmanthus Island and wait for the glimmer of life. You stay here , I definitely don’t care about your life or death, so I can’t say it’s a disservice, but with your current cultivation level, it’s no different than sending yourself to death.”

Lao Zhouzi wanted to say that even if he returned to Osmanthus Island and waited for death, it would be better than being dismembered and devoured by dragons in the sea, but when these words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Chen Ping'an took down the dragon pole, handed it to Lao Zhouzi, and explained: "Senior, this is the lock-cutting talisman that I modified. It comes from an "Authentic Alchemy Book". According to the record, the complete talisman is, There should be eight ancient seal scripts. Before, you only had the four words "What is the matter" on the bamboo poles? In fact, you missed the rain master's order, and the cloud pattern on the talisman was also quite different, so I re-drawed the lock. symbol."

The old man took a closer look and was stunned on the spot. Then without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed the dragon pole that had been passed down from generation to generation. He looked at it carefully and rubbed the texture of the bamboo pole talisman with his palm. "The real name is the lock-cutting talisman? It's missing." Four words: Master Yu's edict? The font of this Talisman script, the pattern of the clouds and seals, and the true meaning of overwhelming victory are indeed of high rank. Young man, are you a Taoist of the Fulu sect? Are you studying under a certain sect master?"

Chen Pingan shook his head gently.

He didn't say that he was a martial artist, he just used pure Qi in his body to imitate Li Xisheng, a scholar from Fulu Street, and draw talismans in one go.

Old Zhouzi sighed and said: "It's a pity that we only have this dragon pole that has been restored to its original appearance. If there are dozens of bamboo poles, all of them are painted with this lock-cutting talisman, and with a formation master who is proficient in Qimen Dunjia , maybe it can really scare this Jiaolonggou. What a pity, what a pity!"

Aunt Gui had already drifted back. When she saw the bamboo pennant, she was also a little surprised, but she didn't regret it as much as Lao Zhouzi did. She shook her head calmly and said: "It's useless. Although this talisman has a deep origin, it is often carved on locks." The dragon pillar or the sword is one of the tools used by the ancient gods to capture and whip the guilty dragons. I only had a few glances at it in the early years. It can indeed defeat the dragons, but the old dragon has a profound knowledge. , I am not too worried about this anymore. Firstly, the material of these bamboo pennies is not high, and secondly, the requirements for writing and ink of this talisman are also very high..."

After Chen Pingan handed over the pennies, he tried his best to secretly observe the old dragon.

There seemed to be a hint of deep nostalgia in the latter's silver eyes, and he soon returned to normal, with two dragon whiskers floating slowly, shining brightly in the sea water.

It is said that the magic rope made from the golden whiskers of a thousand-year-old dragon can be called a magic weapon among magic weapons.

Chen Ping'an looked away and suddenly said: "Aunt Gui, seniors, can you help me delay for a moment and a half, I have to draw a new talisman. If the two seniors have other plans, just pretend that I didn't say it, don't worry, I I will try my best to draw this talisman by myself."

Chen Pingan's voice was very soft, but the perseverance in his eyes was moving: "A very important talisman!"

On Osmanthus Island, in the Gui Palace on the top of the mountain, a young Gui guest was standing on the roof, looking up in all directions. There was a worried old woman beside him.

The young man is wearing a bright yellow gown, which is inconspicuous at first glance. It is similar to Chen Ping'an's sword-raising gourd. An expert has also used a superior blinding technique. If someone can break through the magic spell and look carefully, they will find it. From the doorway, the gown is not made of silk or satin, but is made of countless pieces of yellowed bamboo, delicately and skillfully woven. It is an ingenious workmanship. The bamboo pieces are thin but extremely tough. Wearing this gown, it is warm in winter and cool in summer. It is not surprising. , and it can make the owner feel as if he is in a small cave heaven and practice intensively at all times. This is the real masterpiece of the immortal family.

This robe is called "Qingliang". It is a famous robe from the Tianqing Mountain in Zhuhai Cave. It was once the favorite of a great dynasty monarch in the Middle-earth Divine Continent. With the fall of the dynasty, the robe has been lost for a long time and has never been passed down. I want to wear it on this young man.

The young man said in awkward Baopingzhou Yayan: "Grandma Liu, the Hundred Miles Square Inch Talisman of Jindan Sword Cultivation doesn't work, is my Thousand Miles Square Inch Talisman also weak?"

The old woman sighed: "The old dragon's own cultivation level is actually not scary. It is only at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm. However, with the help of experts, the trench has been built like a small world. It has transformed into a saint and sat in it, with considerable combat power. For a Jade Purity monk, he takes advantage of the right time, place, people and people at the same time."

The young man frowned and said, "Then what should we do?"

The old woman smiled and said: "Young master, don't worry too much. Even if I risk my life, I will send the young master out of this Jiaolong ditch. But afterwards, the young master remembers to go back the same way and go to the cliff where the hydrangeas were thrown. Building, and the self-registered building, they must not dare to neglect it. When the time comes, the young master can smoothly return to Aai'ai Continent and tell the ancestors about the matter. When the time comes, heaven's punishment will descend and raze this place to the ground. , to avenge me, an old woman."

The young man complained: "Grandma Liu, how important is life and death? Why do you say it so lightly? I don't want you to die here, and we have to go home together."

The old woman's face remained calm, her eyes looked at the young man kindly, and she said with a smile: "It's also a helpless move. We can't cry and cry in front of the young master. At such an old age, we really can't do it."

The old woman remembered something, glanced at a jade ring on the young man's hand, and said softly: "Young master, remember to hide this precious thing passed down from your ancestors, and don't take out the treasure inside easily in front of outsiders before going out. Don’t test people’s hearts easily when you’re outside. People’s hearts are the least able to withstand scrutiny.”

Speaking of this, the old woman's dry and wrinkled face looked a little dazed. After all, all the old women in the world came from young girls.

The young man in bamboo clothes pointed to the small boat, "Grandma Liu, look at the young man carrying the bamboo pennant. He is about the same age as me. He is really powerful, courageous and handsome! He is much better than me. If I look back, I will We must find a master of painting to paint this scene."

The old woman shook her head and said with a smile: "Don't imitate that young man's impulsive behavior. Young Master, you are not just a simple son of a rich man, but a son of ten thousand gold. If you were in this area between Aquarius Continent and Posas Continent, you would really have done something wrong. If there is any accident, it will be a big trouble."

The young man said helplessly: "Grandma Liu, I have gone through many experiences, don't you always treat me like a child?"

The old woman smiled and said nothing.

Those seemingly dangerous experiences were never witnessed by an ancestor personally.

In fact, this time I went on a long trip. From Aaizhou, I first went to Juluzhou, then went south to Baopingzhou, Shengaozong, Guanhu Academy, Yunlin Jiang Family, and finally arrived at Laolong City, and then continued south and landed. Tongyezhou, Tongyezhou in the north and Yugui Sect in the south have all visited. The young master almost entered the blessed land of the Cloud Cave. The journey was windless and rainless, but the old woman still couldn't figure out why she was the young master alone. Are the Lord's followers too careless? A Nascent Soul Realm Qi Practitioner's level is not low, but how valuable is the Young Master's status?

Just like this time when Jiaolonggou was in danger, if a Jade Pu Realm sword cultivator were to guard the young master, the young master would not have to frown, let alone be frightened, he would just have to watch the fire from the other side.

Outside an ordinary house on the hillside of Osmanthus Island, there is a small pavilion. A beautiful young woman is sitting in it, wearing a short shirt and long skirt with a ribbon tied around her waist. She is facing this inexplicable disaster. Although her face was full of anger and she was angry with the old Longcheng Fan family, she still had the patience to finish making tea, drink the tea, and put away the tea sets one by one, and then she began to think about countermeasures, but when she saw that After the tragic scene of the famous golden elixir sword cultivating his body and dying, he felt a little discouraged. It was probably a dead end.

The woman had a sad face, tapped the table with her fingers, and murmured to herself: "There is no reason for you to be so unlucky. I did some fortune-telling for myself in Old Dragon City, and then I turned down Shangui and chose Osmanthus Island. Logically speaking, I said no." There will be mistakes, and you should take one or two opportunities along the way. How could you die here?"

The young woman stood up, tiptoed, and came to the top of the pavilion. From a high position, her field of vision suddenly broadened. She swallowed and slowly changed from standing to squatting on the roof. She began to calculate the evolution with her fingers. "Is there an expert hiding in it?" , or has the person who broke the situation not appeared yet? In short, it will definitely not be a dead end, absolutely not... Let me count you, the woman who can confront the golden old dragon, yo, it turns out you are Osmanthus Island. , strangely, the person who broke the situation is still not you..."

"Let's take a look at this secretive ferryman. Huh? He's actually a Qi practitioner who fell from the Nascent Soul Realm back to the Golden Core Realm? His injury has not healed yet. He is indeed an old boatman with stories, but you are also broken. There’s no end…”

"As for this young boy who is not afraid of tigers when he is a newborn, let's forget it. He just carries a pennie, tsk tsk, and drinks? He likes to show off too much. He really thinks he is a swordsman in the fifth realm. He is stupid... ...In this case, the key to breaking the situation is that there is a god on the mountain standing by and watching? Just waiting for the old dragon to relax, it will give a fatal blow? Let me do the math, there is really a worldly master who deliberately blocks Qi. Man, it’s a pity…not yet!”

The woman scratched her head with both hands, her cheeks were red. She was obviously a little restless. For a while, the hairpin in her bun was crooked and her black hair was messy.

"Don't panic, don't panic. Master has said that in any general trend in the world, there is always a "one" that evolves all things. Even the Taoist ancestor has been pursuing this word. That true dragon is like this, Li Zhudong Tian The same is true for the true mystery of the Sword Qi Great Wall, it is the same for everything..."

When the young woman lost her mind, Jin Su, the sweet-scented osmanthus girl from Guimai Small Courtyard, happened to turn her head three times at a time. Looking back, she saw the dangerous confrontation between her master and the golden old dragon. She saw the person who was probably Jin Su from Guihua Island. Of course, the old man who was the boatman of Brother Dan also saw the young man carrying the sword who was boating forward and ran to cause trouble. Jin Su knew that she should not resent the young man who stepped forward, but for some reason, she was angry with the young man. It was getting worse and worse, so much so that it seemed like all the disasters she suffered today were attributed to this guy, so that she could feel a little better inside.

Jin Su didn't want to think too much about it, let alone admit it. The reason why she was so angry was not that the foreign guest named Chen Ping'an did something bad or wrong, but because of his "insisting on his own way", which invisibly set off her She was so timid and timid that she didn't even have the courage to stand beside her master, master and disciple.

In the thin line between life and death, some people are greedy for life but afraid of death. They judge the situation and take refuge and retreat; some people sacrifice life for justice, face difficulties and seek survival in death.

For young people who are just starting out on the road to eternal life, one may not be wrong and the other may not be right.

On the sea outside Osmanthus Island, two small boats were moored next to each other.

Lao Zhouzi tried to persuade him several times to no avail, and deep down in his heart, he really didn't want to watch this young man die here, so he became a little annoyed and said angrily: "Since Mrs. Gui has said how powerful Lao Jiao is, why are you still here? What are you doing, fooling around!"

The woman smiled bitterly and said, "We are surrounded by so many enemies. Apart from being defeated, we don't really have any chance."

The old man suddenly whispered: "Mrs. Gui, you must live, the Fan family..."

The woman shook her head, "I have made up my mind."

She turned to look at the young man and asked softly: "Chen Pingan, is that talisman really important?"

Chen Pingan nodded vigorously.

The woman took a deep breath and said, "Anyway, the matter has come to this, what else can be done. That old dragon is so determined that he doesn't care about friendship. He pressures me with the word "rules" everywhere. When things go wrong, there must be monsters. Since Chen Ping'an, are you willing to do it? If you want something, just do it, it won’t be difficult for the two of us to help you delay for a while.”

Chen Ping'an immediately sat in the boat, with his back to the golden dragon, and his mind connected with Feijian Fifteen, who was a square-inch object. He quickly slipped out a piece of cyan talisman paper from his sleeve, as if it had been torn from some sage book. When the book page came down, Chen Pingan held a small snow cone in his left hand and breathed softly. But when the brush with "spirited writing" stretched out to the talisman paper, Chen Pingan was shocked in his heart. The tip of the pen seemed like a pedestrian in heavy snow. My feet were stuck in the snow, making it difficult to move!

Chen Ping'an's pure martial arts energy was cut off immediately!

Chen Ping'an had never encountered this situation before when he wrote the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman and the yang energy lamp talisman written on golden talisman paper several times before.

Chen Pingan was pleasantly surprised.

Rather than being injured internally and shaken to his soul, Chen Pingan still took a breath of fresh air, lowered his arm, and kept moving the pen tip of the small snow cone towards the book page and talisman paper.

You can do something, but you have to make sure you don't make the situation worse.

In front of Huang Tingguo's ruined temple, those young men and women in bright clothes and angry horses acted chivalrously and righteously for what they believed to be the ancient path. They almost ruined the big event of the group of righteous Qi practitioners, and almost let the mountain fox demon who had been causing trouble for many years take the opportunity. Escape.

This is a lesson from good intentions leading to bad things.

If this premise can be guaranteed, Chen Pingan feels that he must do something.

At the Chenghuang Temple in Rouge County, Caiyi Country, the daughter of the county guard who tied silver bells on her hands and feet also came to help, because she did what she wanted, and every time she helped, it was within her ability, and she could help Chen Ping'an share the burden appropriately. Pressure, that's good.

They are also ferries, one is Laolongcheng Guihua Island, and the other is Dajiao Mountain Kun boat.

This Osmanthus Island is the family property inherited by his good friend Fan Er and the Queen.

And on that Kun ship, there used to be two girls who got along day and night, named Chun Shui Qiushi. They were both very good girls. Chen Pingan always thought that they were so young, no matter how many years or decades later, no matter how far apart they were. Across mountains and rivers, we can always meet again after separation.

Chen Ping'an continued to increase the strength of his five fingers and arms, breathing in and out, and the sword energy circulated rapidly. This breath of pure energy that was overwhelming in the body must be both fast and steady.

When the Qi is stable, the spirit will be calm, and when the spirit is stable, the spirit will be strong.

In the final analysis, thinking back to those days, porcelain firing and drawing was also a matter of stability, and only by a steady mind can one have a steady hand.

The tip of the small snow cone finally slowly touched the blue talisman paper.

A small point of light exploded instantly.

Just like the bright moon rising on the sea.

Chen Ping'an was indifferent to this, and was completely immersed in the lock-cutting talisman. He wanted to write eight words on the green talisman paper: What to do, Rain Master's order.

At this moment, the young man was sitting cross-legged in the boat, completely forgetting himself.

Facing an ancient book page, Chen Ping'an held a brush in his hand. He didn't look like a pure martial artist or a swordsman, but more like a scholar copying and writing in the landscape.

Whether this talisman will succeed or not will be discussed after I finish drawing it.

Just like the Mountain Shaking Fist, whether the boxing technique is good or not depends on practicing it a million times before deciding.

If he didn't do something today, Chen Pingan would feel sorry for the boxing he practiced, the sword he learned, the wine he drank, and the many people he met.