Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan made the mistake of writing a lock-cutting talisman. If the moment when the small snow cone touched the talisman paper, it was the scene of a bright moon on the sea, then when the talisman was drawn, it was like a red sun, about the same size as the mouth of a well, but There was no burning feeling, but warmth and warmth. After Chen Ping'an said those eight words, the talisman seemed to have lost its true energy, swaying, falling on the sea, and then slowly sank into Jiaolong Gorge, never to be seen again. What strange phenomena are caused at sea?

But those big things that were winding and entrenched at the bottom of Jiaolong Gorge all took the form of human beings, either old men or old women. They left their respective nests and stood on the stone wall of the trench, bowing and saluting the talisman. Quite old guys, so mobilized troops, many young and ignorant dragons, weak in combat power, have no chance to participate in the battle of Osmanthus Island this time, or were forcibly detained at the bottom of the sea by their ancestors. Even if these little guys have not yet condensed their bodies, they are still the same. Follow the gourd and draw the scoop, and nod vigorously to salute the talisman.

Then these giant creatures, who had lived for unknown ages, used their secret arts and magical powers to reprimand the descendants of the dragons who attacked Osmanthus Island with the sound of ancient water. Their words were extremely harsh.

Those "young and strong" water turtles, snakes and pythons looked at each other with confusion, shock and unwillingness in their eyes. However, the ancestors of each family threatened that if they did not return to Jiaolong Valley within half a stick of incense, they would be expelled from their own clan first and then skinned. After suffering so much, he was finally left to drift on the sea and exposed to the sun for three years. Only after he survived could he have a chance to recognize his ancestors.

They followed the golden-robed old dragon this time. Their ancestors had given tacit permission before. Most of these young descendants, who had suffered hardships in the South China Sea and the Posi continent, were following the golden-robed old dragon in the hope that one day they could go to the Posu continent. Massacre in all directions, killing all the disciples of the Chen family and the Qi practitioners stationed along the coast. But now that the ancestor is giving orders, and the golden-robed old dragon has no objections, they all have no choice but to jump up, leave the sky above Osmanthus Island, and dive into the sea. After entering the water, they each go back home to ask for a fair explanation from the ancestor. .

After that, before receiving the decree, the golden-robed old dragon slashed down with his sword the young man who had ruined his centuries-old plan.

Lu Chen’s order?

Of course Laojiao had heard of who Lu Chen was. His ancestors said that this great man, one of the Taoist masters, before his ascension, liked to travel around the world in a small boat, and didn't seem to like staying on land. It is also rumored that there was a boatman who specially drove the boat for Lu Shen. He was still 30 years old when he went to sea. When Lu Shen soared in the North Sea, he drove the boat back to the land alone. When he returned home, he found that all the familiar mountains and rivers were gone. His name was only left on the family tree three hundred years ago. After that, Zhouzi, whose name was unavailable, went to sea again to look for Lu Chen, and was never heard from again.

Is the golden-robed old dragon afraid of the headmaster Lu Chen?

Of course I'm scared, but I'm definitely not so scared that I tremble when I hear the name.

Because he was in this vast world, but Lu Chen was in the Qingming world.

The more noble Lu Chen is, the more difficult it is for him to come to another world. Moreover, the rules are complicated, and every move he makes will be watched by Confucian saints.

Once Lu Chen wants to take action personally, he will break the rules. At that time, the Confucian saint he hates will become the talisman of him and Jiaolonggou. The person who may even help him will be the mellow Confucian Chen who carries the sun and the moon on his shoulders. Ancestor.

Just don't be too afraid, and don't take it too seriously. Provoking a saint, even if you are across the world, is never a good thing.

The golden-robed old dragon sneered in his heart. This master who was born in a great world but is in charge of a lineage of Taoism in another world really has a good name.

As for the troublesome young man who used a pair of landscape seals to block the sword energy.

The golden-robed old dragon twitched the corner of his mouth. This kind of thing is inevitable. Although he hates the young man in front of him, he is ready to stop. The real gains and losses are not in one day or another. What happened today was much beyond expectations, and it might have attracted the attention of the hunting patrols on the South China Sea coast of Posu Island. It is better to be careful. If someone is caught, it will cause serious problems.

The old dragon chuckled and said: "It's a pity that this seal can block the full sword of the Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal, but it is not comparable to a broken fish basket. Little guy, don't you feel bad now?"

Chen Pingan answered the question, "If I have a lot of high-quality snake gallstones from Lizhu Cave Sky at home, how many are needed to get a safe passage on Osmanthus Island?"

The golden-robed old dragon was stunned for a moment, "Are you talking about the Lizhu Cave Sky on the back of Aquarius Continent? If it is the first-class snake gallstone full of spiritual energy, to us, it is no less than a dragon-slaying platform to a sword cultivator. Importance, one of the dragon attributes under the Nascent Soul, one stone is to exchange for a stable promotion to the first level. Let me calculate, one Osmanthus Island, one Lady Gui, two thousand lives of Qi practitioners... Boy, Unless you have a lot of snake gallstones."

The old man in gold robe stretched out a pair of palms and turned them over, "At least twenty. Do you have any?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, "I have given some away over the years, but there are not so many anymore."

He struggled to stand up, but the osmanthus tree that grew out of the osmanthus branch had been destroyed by the impact of the old dragon's sword energy.

Chen Pingan put away the small snow cone of the brush and the lonely watermark, and put it into the square inch object. With understanding, the flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the new year quickly snatched out Chen Pingan, who was in a state of turmoil, and returned to the sword gourd. This time there was no cover. Cover it up, Lao Jiao has already seen through it anyway.

The golden-robed old dragon narrowed his eyes.

One of the swords in the wooden box behind the young man gave him a considerable sense of threat.

A piece of Lu Chen's edict that turned everything upside down, a pile of Lizhu Cave Sky Snake gallstones, a pair of landscape seals, a writing brush with "spiritual writing", and a good-looking sword-raising gourd with the surname Chen.

The golden-robed old dragon became more and more certain that it was a wise move for him to stop at the right time.

It's a pity, it's a pity, if this kind of guy had been killed with just one sword, he would be the least likely to have any future troubles. As for the various twists and turns that will follow, he is not afraid at all.

When it comes to competing for cultivation level, he, a pseudo-sage, doesn't dare to have any confidence, but if it's a competition for backers, he really doesn't feel like he's losing to anyone.

Old Jiao saw the old Zhouzi man who had injured his life soul standing behind the young man with a wary face. He smiled and said: "Don't worry, that lock-cutting talisman is very dignified. My courage can only support me to take action once. "

Lao Jiao withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Ping'an again, "Since you have snake gallstones, why didn't you tell us from the beginning? Why would there be a need for this battle to hurt the harmony between the two parties?"

Chen Pingan asked back: "Are you joking, or are you serious?"

The golden-robed old dragon's face was gloomy.

The old man Zhouzi sneered: "In that situation, you were sure of victory, and it was too late to kill people and seize treasures. Why would you sit down and talk business with a young man?"

The golden-robed old dragon ignored the cynicism of the golden elixir old man and stared at the young man, "Too smart, he won't live long."

Chen Pingan turned around and said: "Senior, you go back to Osmanthus Island first. I have something to say to this beast alone...to this senior Jiao."

Old Zhouzi shook his head and said in a deep voice: "You can keep the green hills without fear of running out of firewood. Chen Ping'an, you are still young and practicing Taoism. It is difficult to say whether it is a blessing or a disaster for these setbacks. It does not have to be difficult to let go..."

Whether it was an illusion or not, the old man always felt that the young man in front of him seemed to have been immersed in the divine will of that talisman and had not yet been able to pull it out.

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Old senior, I know it well."

Chen Pingan wanted to clasp his hands to express his gratitude, but he only raised his right hand. His left arm for writing could not be bent. Chen Pingan made a fist with his right hand and gently tapped his heart, "I will return to Osmanthus Island later. Invite the old-timers to drink.”

The old man hesitated for a moment, nodded, returned to the adjacent boat, and sailed slowly towards Osmanthus Island.

After Lao Zhouzi left, Chen Pingan clapped the sword gourd, hovering on the young man's shoulders on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, and then used the watermark again.

The golden old dragon smiled and said, "What, you want to fight me to the death?"

Chen Ping'an grinned, "When you talk to some guys, if you don't have a strong fist, you won't be able to listen to the best principles. The previous lock-cutting talisman is proof. From this, it can be seen that this principle that I have figured out by myself is of great significance to you." It works. Let me ask you a question, what rules did the Fan family and Mrs. Gui make with you that would allow you to kill more than two thousand people with confidence?"

Lao Jiao was a little impatient and said gloomily: "Do you think this rule is unreasonable?"

Unintentionally or not, he lightly stamped his feet, cutting off the connection between this place and the outside world.

Then he smiled and said: "Then have you ever thought about how many lives we, the Jiaolonggou lineage, have lost in the process since we first migrated and took root here? Over the years, we have been replaced by Confucian saints. How many lives have been wasted by those bullshit rules?"

Chen Pingan asked back: "Do you think the Confucian rules are wrong? Does it matter whether the rules you made are right or not? To say the least, even if it is really a saint who did something wrong, you can make the same mistake? Besides, if you have the ability, go ahead It doesn't matter whether you quarrel or fight with a Confucian saint, or vent your anger on the Osmanthus Island Ferry, what does that mean?"

The old Jiao laughed and said: "What's the matter? It's just a breath of resentment, it's not enough."

Chen Pingan said: "It seems that the Confucian saint was wrong for not slapping you to death."

The old Jiao smiled instead of being angry, "Boy, what are you trying to do by following me around here? You want to shake off your backer with me, and threaten me that one day, your ancestor, or your Will my mentor come to cause trouble for me and Jiaolonggou?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I have no relatives in my family, and I don't have...a master."

Lao Jiao suddenly felt a little confused, "Are you looking for death?"

Lao Jiao nodded, "It's strange that I believed what you said. Well, since you don't have the support of your elders and master, then I have some courage, enough to kill you."

As expected, the old dragon acted vigorously and resolutely. His golden robe was fluttering in the wind. He stretched out his hand and a golden light appeared in the sky, then slowly downwards, pulling out a golden thread.

Chen Ping'an was completely unaware of this. He took a step forward and walked to the front of the boat. He lowered his head and looked into the depths of the sea, as if looking for the lock-cutting talisman. He said softly: "Lu Chen, I know you are watching here. I also understand your intentions." I guessed a little, but I used your name to defeat the enemy, and you used it to plot against me. In this matter, we are even. But please tell A Liang in the sky, who killed Chen Pingan, Nanhai Jiaolonggou.”

After saying this.

Chen Ping'an punched his heart hard with his right hand. The previous punch with the old man Zhouzi was to calm his mind so that he could say these words to Lu Chen. Now he punched it hard, causing the heart to become turbulent, stirring up trouble, and even Even the divine will of his own talisman was completely dispersed and turned into the mountain-shaking fist again. In the final analysis, Chen Pingan did not give Lu Chen a chance to use the supreme Taoist method and talk to himself.

Chen Ping'an still couldn't raise his left hand. After releasing the fingers of his fisted right hand, he walked around his shoulder and reached out to hold the sword that was supposed to be given to a certain girl.

Chen Ping'an suddenly let go of his hand and took off the ginger pot from his waist. This time he drank, just for drinking. It was no longer to ventilate the warriors on the battlefield, nor to cover up the traces of the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. , after Chen Pingan drank, he threw the sword gourd into the boat at his feet and said silently in his heart: "A Liang, Mr. Qi, Miss Ning, I'm all sorry."

He first thought about writing a lock-cutting talisman so that he could be qualified to discuss the conditions with the golden old dragon, and use all the snake gallstones to get out of Jiaolong Valley on Osmanthus Island.

He had previously thought that when he arrived at Daoxuan Mountain, he would definitely give Jindanjian Xiumazhi a few more Grain Rain coins.

I still thought that before getting off the boat, I must ask the Fan family for a map of Osmanthus Island. When the time came, I got off the boat and went to Daixuan Mountain. Then I secretly took the landscape seal given by Mr. Qi and stamped it lightly.

Many kinds of things were running through Chen Pingan's mind.

At some point, the golden sword energy in the sky, as thin as a hair, had disappeared.

The golden old dragon's face turned slightly pale. Although he was suspicious in his heart and extremely unwilling to believe the words the young man said, what if?

What if?

He couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction of Hanging Mountain, but stopped talking.

But the next moment, the golden-robed old dragon's face was full of surprise. After nodding slightly, he laughed loudly. The golden sword energy reappeared in the air, but this time it was no longer just a wisp, but strands, like a ray suspended in the sea of ​​clouds. The plants are slender and swaying with water.

A mountain hanging upside down.

There was a tall man in Taoist robes, standing on the edge of the cliff looking up into the distance. What he could see was not the Jiaolong ditch he had casually laid out, or even the top of the cliff where the two gods were confronting each other. It was not the man in the green robe. , the young woman sitting on the shoulder of the Rain Master Immortal drinking wine, but in the sea of ​​clouds, an elegant man wearing a green shirt and a long sword on his waist. He had previously set out from the sea near Old Dragon City and would soon arrive at Jiaolong ditch.

This person has been away from the human world for too many years. The reason is very interesting. The sword energy is so strong that no matter how much he suppresses it, he cannot stop the sword energy from pouring out in all directions. Everything close to him is turned into powder.

Therefore, this person will only travel to all kinds of inaccessible places in the world, in the clouds, all over the world, deep mountains and savage places...

Grand Priest Gao's eyes are scorching, this man is worth fighting!

But he quickly frowned. On the sea at the feet of the Confucian swordsman, there was a dull man punting a boat with a bamboo pole. He was thousands of meters away in an instant, as fast as thunder, and he was not inferior to the famous man above him. The world's swordsman.

The dull man said dullly: "My husband said that this plot against Chen Ping'an is for his own good. If he takes Qi Jingchun's mountain seal and goes to Daoxuan Mountain, with the bad temper of the second uncle's proud disciple, Chen Ping'an will Pingan will have to suffer a lot. Besides, my husband sincerely hopes that Chen Pingan can find another way to go to Qingming World, and he is willing to accept Chen Pingan as a closed disciple. "

The well-known and handsome Heavenly Sword Cultivator didn't even raise his eyes. He just looked down at the Jiaolong Valley in the distance and said only one sentence, "You are Lu Chen's registered disciple, and you want to steal my junior disciple from Xiao Qi." , OK, how about you take my sword?"

The man was not annoyed at all, he still had the dull look and tone that seemed to be born from him, "I don't want to fight, I only know how to row a boat."

Wherever the sword cultivator passes, if there is a sea of ​​clouds, it will be cut away by itself. After a moment, he was a little unhappy, "Then why are you following me?"

The boatman said honestly: "Go and tell Chen Ping'an in person, so that he won't misunderstand my husband."

Jianxiu suddenly said seriously: "But I think you are an eyesore, what should I do?"

Zhouzi thought for a while and said, "Then I won't go."

Sure enough, the boat suddenly stopped.

The man nodded, "You're not stupid."

He flew away in the wind, his face full of resentment, muttering to himself, asking questions and answering questions to himself.

"Xiao Qi wants me to be your guardian, how can I agree? Xiao Qi is a fool from studying, and I am not."

"So I won't agree."

The sword cultivator seemed to be in a worse mood, and began to move forward at a faster speed, so that the air behind him vibrated and rumbled, like a string of thunder resounding through the sea of ​​clouds.

When he was about to pass by the two statues of the Rain Master and the Divine General, someone shouted loudly that the swordsman was not allowed to fly over the sect without authorization and must take a detour.

The sword cultivator lowered his head and glanced casually, put his thumb on the hilt of the sword, pushed it gently, and the sword fell to the sea. After it was only a few feet above the sea, it rose up from the ground in an instant, and the sword flew away like a rainbow, directly hitting the sea. The god split the statue in half with a sword, and the golden light exploded like the rising sun.

The sword flashed away, followed its master, and was sheathed quietly.

The swordsman continued to move forward.

Reasonable?

He never liked it.

If you want to reason with people, why do you practice swordsmanship?

The sword cultivator suddenly raised his eyes and said, "You are shaking your sword energy in front of me, do you really think you are A Liang?"

Yunshang Jianxiu, who was still seven or eight hundred miles away from Jiaolonggou, flipped his wrist and then threw him out with a slap.

An Osmanthus Island flipped upside down in the air and hit the sea more than ten miles away, shaking violently. Then, as if being blown by the strong wind, facing the wind and waves, he moved forward quickly and was far away from Jiaolonggou in an instant.

Then the sword cultivator flicked his fingers.

Above Jiaolonggou, there are seats like open heaven gates.

There are continuous snow-white sword auras as big as waterfalls, pouring down one after another.

A Jiaolong ditch, where the dragons are entrenched closer to the sea. At the beginning, it was not known what the "snow-white flood" that poured into the sea was.

Then when they came to their senses, they were already skeletons maintaining their original postures.

As for the golden sword energy summoned by the golden-robed dragon, like a few dead branches facing the flood that burst the embankment, they were washed away long ago, leaving no trace left.

Snow-white floods formed by sword energy continued to flow into Jiaolonggou.

But the golden-robed old dragon and Chen Ping'an on the lonely boat were always safe and sound.

In Jiaolong Valley, the sword energy was overwhelming, and it could be said that corpses were everywhere.

The golden-robed old dragon stood there blankly, his face ashen.

Isn't this just in case?

Does this count as ten thousand?

A Confucian-clad sword cultivator came to the edge of Jiaolong Valley, stepped on the sea, and moved forward slowly. The water was invaded by the sword energy, boiled instantly, and turned into clouds, so the sword cultivator was still flying in the wind.

He glanced at Chen Pingan and said expressionlessly: "Xiao Qi asked me to be your protector, but I didn't agree. Just like when my husband asked me to protect Xiao Qi, I still didn't agree. What do you want from the road you chose? Guardian."

He looked a little helpless, but there was a smile in his eyes, "But you are half of my junior brother, I can't deny this. And you dare to be conceited about life and death this time, and you will die if you say so. I think it's good, anyway, it's good for me I have an appetite, so I came to see you. Mr. and Xiao Qi, one is so old and the other is not too young. When they are bullied, they can only blame them for being stupid, but you are still young, so you can't Such bullying is unjustifiable."

Jian Xiuyun said in Danfengqing's words.

The golden-robed old dragon oozed snow-white light bit by bit from the more than 300 Qi palaces in his body. His face was ferocious and full of pain. However, this old dragon whose combat power was equivalent to that of the Jade Pu Realm was unable to send out any thoughts from the beginning to the end. Make no sound at all.

"My swordsmanship is not as good as A Liang's, but my swordsmanship is a little better than his."

Jian Xiu looked at the young man named Chen Ping'an, stretched out his thumb, pointed first to the sky, then to himself, and said with a smile: "Oh, by the way, my name is Zuo Zuo, and I am you and Xiao Qi's senior brother."