Sword of Coming

Second floor of Bamboo House.

Chen Pingan sat cross-legged, with his fists on his knees, panting, his face covered in blood, and there was a ticking sound on the floor.

Fortunately, the Bamboo Tower is extremely mysterious and acts like a talisman to cleanse away dust and dirt, so there is no need to worry about affecting the "elegance" of the Bamboo Tower.

However, I heard that the girl in pink skirt often comes to the second floor with a small bucket to wipe the floor day after day, so she is also the only "outsider" who can enter the second floor.

The fist feeding comes to an end. As for the so-called boxing lessons and sparring, the truth is clear from looking at the embarrassed Chen Ping'an and the calm and calm barefoot old man.

But Chen Pingan still felt a little weird. It was no better than the old man's beatings. Chen Pingan could only endure it from beginning to end. Now that he is learning boxing again, it seems that it is more about honing his fighting skills, and intentionally or unintentionally, helping him consolidate that kind of strength. When the old man was in a good mood, he would recite a few rhyming punching ideas. As for whether Chen Pingan, who was knocked down by a punch from time to time, could hear it, and if he was distracted, could he hear it? Keep this in mind, the old man doesn't care.

At this moment, Chen Pingan couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you need to temper your physical body and three souls and six souls?"

Cui Cheng sneered: "You have taught a child how to use chopsticks to pick up vegetables. He is already a teenager. Do you need to teach him again? Are you so stupid, or am I blind and picked a fool?"

Chen Ping'an hesitated to speak, hesitating to believe. As a martial arts practitioner, the word "pure" should be tempered. Logically speaking, it is needed in every realm. After obtaining the secrets of the immortal family with the Qi practitioner, he pays attention to how the master leads him to practice personally, and not yet. Too same.

Cui Cheng seemed unwilling to take advantage of this matter and asked, "I heard that you used to let Zhu Lian use his golden body to fight with you?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "It's very difficult to deal with."

Cui Cheng shook his head and said: "The heat is too far off. Zhu Lian doesn't dare to kill you, and you know that Zhu Lian won't kill you. It's just like a pair of idiots flirting with each other. You scratch me once, and I touch you once." How can it truly benefit martial arts?"

Chen Ping'an felt his scalp numb when he heard this.

Cui Cheng said: "From tomorrow on, call Zhu Lian to the second floor, and I will watch you fight each other."

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Isn't it the same?"

Cui Cheng sneered and said: "The same? If Zhu Lian dares not to kill you, I will kill him with one punch. Do you think it can still be the same? Remember, make it clear to Zhu Lian and don't take it seriously. , I don’t want to repeat these words to a corpse when the time comes.”

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Senior, do you still have a crush on Zhu Lian?"

Cui Cheng twitched his lips and said, "When did I take away all the cleverness and aura of wealth from this guy? Only then can I beat him to the last bit."

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "I have competed with Zhu Lian who deliberately suppressed the golden body state. I have never been able to seriously hurt him. Every time he still has strength left. Just listen to the flattery he gives after the punch."

Cui Cheng chuckled and said, "You don't have it, I do."

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.

There are many people in the world who are not afraid of hardship, but there are not many good things that will be rewarded after suffering.

Although Chen Ping'an didn't know why Zhu Lian stayed in Luopo Mountain for three years and never learned boxing from the old man, as long as the old man opened his mouth, Zhu Lian, who was extremely difficult to break through the bottlenecks of his own boxing and martial arts realm, Words are a great thing. Chen Ping'an would discuss almost everything with the person involved and never insisted on how the other party must do it. Sui Youyou should go to Jade Guizong or not, and whether Shi Rou would accept the immortal's remains. This was the case, but Zhu Lian climbed up to the second floor. When it comes to martial arts training, if Zhu Lian is reluctant for some reason, Chen Ping'an will try to persuade him and give him more time.

Cui Cheng suddenly said: "It's good to think about the good things of the people around you. But you have to remember that practicing martial arts to reach the top and being invincible with your punches is ultimately a very... lonely thing. You have to understand the two clearly. ”

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I once watched chess and realized an armchair swordsmanship, which is about cutting and encircling. I relied on this in Shujian Lake to overcome many difficulties..."

Before Chen Ping'an could finish his heartfelt words, the old man clicked his tongue and said: "You are worthy of being a swordsman carrying the Sword Immortal Sword on his back. You are mediocre in boxing, but you are so talented in sword practice... It seems that you have delayed your becoming a Great Sword Immortal for me." , what should we do?"

Chen Ping'an knew something was wrong, so he clapped his hands on the ground and slid out in a sitting position to avoid the old man's unreasonable punches. As for getting up to avoid it, there is no need to think about it.

as expected.

Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard.

The old man stamped his feet, causing the bamboo building to sway in shock. Chen Ping'an, who had just leaned back a few minutes, was actually thrown into the air. The tall figure appeared in an instant. If it was an iron cavalry formation, it would be nothing more than a punch. , the pain only lasted for a moment, but the old man obviously had no intention of letting Chen Pingan go just like that. It was Chen Pingan's most familiar and favorite way of beating the drums with his enemies. After a full fourteen punches, Chen Pingan was like catkins. Floating, floating here and there, never landing.

Poor Chen Ping'an fell into a coma.

The feeling of being hit by a god with dozens of punches in the drum beating style, especially when used by Cui Cheng, the ancestor of this punch, can really make people want to die.

Even though Chen Ping'an fainted and completely lost his mind, his body was still rolling on the ground.

The old man watched for a moment, nodded, and seemed quite satisfied, which meant that this boy's fist intention was truly "alive".

A true master of martial arts, when he is sleeping soundly, even if he encounters a top assassin, he only needs to sense a trace of murderous intent, and he can still move his fist to get up and punch to kill the enemy in an instant. This is the reason.

However, the old man still did not let go of Chen Pingan. He kicked the pure energy that was like a fire dragon in Chen Pingan's body with his toe, and accurately interrupted him with a kick.

Like a formation of fine cavalry, it forcibly penetrated the enemy's infantry formation on the battlefield.

Every joint in Chen Pingan's body suddenly exploded like firecrackers, like the sound of soldiers ringing gold on the battlefield. As the old man's Gang Qi was fired, the "cavalry" passed through the formation without stopping, so Chen Pingan's pure Qi Gathered quickly.

In the battle of Laolongcheng, Du Mao's sword-swallowing boat pierced Chen Ping'an's abdomen with one blow. The reason why it caused Chen Ping'an to suffer from endless illnesses is that it is difficult to eliminate, will not fade away, and will continue to eat away. Soul, but the old man's move this time did not have such disadvantages, so the rumors in the world that "Zhiji Wufu's punch is as powerful as the tide destroying the city, and the power is as clever as a flying sword piercing the eye of a needle" is definitely not an exaggeration.

Wu Fu has a breath of pure zhenqi, but still does not hurt the word "pure". It is one of the special skills of the three realms of refining the gods: golden body, far journey, and mountain top.

As for a martial artist under the Golden Body Realm, once his true energy is cut off, all his vitality will be lost. If he replaces his energy with new ones, his flaws will be revealed. How can he fight with the great monk for a long time?

However, this method of feeding fists is not suitable for all junior martial artists.

Just like ordinary people holding a bowl to receive rice, the bowl of rice is as hot as coals. If you drop the bowl, it will burn the palms of your hands.

Whether it is Cen Yuanji from Luolu Mountain or the kiln worker from Yang's medicine shop, they are considered martial arts geniuses, but they are destined to be unable to withstand the torture.

It's just that they have their own opportunities to learn martial arts. The journey of martial arts may seem like a narrow path, but each has its own single-plank bridge to walk on.

There are advantages and disadvantages to women practicing martial arts. Cui Cheng once traveled to the Divine Continent of Middle-earth and saw many amazing female masters with his own eyes. For example, one was clever and the other was soft. They reached the pinnacle. Rao was already a ten-level martial artist at that time. Cui Cheng is equally astonishing. Compared with men, he often has a longer life span and a longer martial arts career.

Cui Cheng had several great regrets in his life, one of which was that he never faced off against the female warrior god from Middle-earth.

I can only hope that this kid at my feet will not let me down.

It's not that the old man looks down on heroic women in the world, but having one woman monopolize the four martial arts mountains in the world, overlooking the heroes, always makes the old man feel a little uncomfortable.

As for Chen Ping'an being temporarily inferior to his peer named Cao Ci, the old man was not worried at all.

The most outstanding thing about Chen Pingan is the two words of toughness and enlightenment. He has good toughness and high understanding. So what if Cao Ci is a martial arts genius who has never been seen in a thousand years? So what if he reached the Nine and Ten Realms first? After all, we still have to wait for our old enemy to fight at the dangerous pass of the Eleventh Realm. Of course, if Chen Ping'an walks too slowly, it won't work. Maybe Cao Ci will turn around and fight with his master. If she is now in the legendary eleventh realm, then Cao Ci will be fighting with the one he likes. The old guy fishing for whales in the sea of ​​clouds, grab a chance.

There are no more than three things.

A cultivator who truly stands on the top of another mountain will not just watch one pure warrior after another build a long bridge over the dead road.

Back then, Taoist leader Lu Chen came to see him in the Bamboo House and dragged Cui Cheng into the world where Lu Chen was in charge. Was it just for fun?

Cui Cheng sighed, squatted down, stretched out his thumb, and gently wiped the blood on Chen Pingan's face.

In terms of enduring hardship, he is indeed much better than his grandson.

The sons of wealthy families, those with good moral character, those who manage the world and benefit the people, and leave their names in history all think it is natural and natural. Those with bad temperaments, those who play around with life, think it is natural and natural that they are born to enjoy happiness.

Those born in a humble family, ambitious and proud of their ancestors, those with no ability and full of hostility, no matter what, are more capable of enduring hardships.

The old man sat next to Chen Pingan, gently flicking his sleeves, the bamboo door was wide open, and the breeze from the mountain came uninvited.

Chen Pingan's breathing has stabilized.

The recuperation and recuperation of a pure martial artist requires a deep sleep as if it were death.

Chen Ping'an has been lacking this most in Shujian Lake these years.

In fact, in the eyes of the old man, Chen Ping'an lacked the beauty of drowsiness during his several long trips. Only when he practiced setting up sword furnaces was he slightly better, otherwise the bowstring would be tight and he would not be beaten to death in the rivers and lakes. The road to martial arts will also be full of flaws. But the old man still didn't point it out, just like he didn't point out the gift of the strongest martial arts in each realm of martial arts. There are some obstacles. Young people have to go through it themselves before they can understand the truth deeply. Otherwise, even if the sage master is sitting in front of him, spitting and speaking sincerely. , may not work.

Cui Cheng raised his eyes and looked into the distance and said to himself: "But having said that, the world clan also grew up from the Han clan. It's just a family of powerful people who are afraid of being killed by a gentleman for five generations, while a poor family is worried about a dragon." Dragons and phoenixes are born, and mice burrow into the ground. Once Luopo Mountain has its own sect in the future, the worry will be different from that of many noble families and fairy mansions. It is not about arguing about who is right and who is wrong, but who is more difficult. Yes. That kind of trouble can be said to be small or big, but it is as big as the sky. It depends on whether Chen Ping'an can convince the public by then. That kind of mental tempering, facing the people close to Shu Jian Hu Big mistake, there will be two views."

Cui Cheng turned to look at the sleeping young man and said with a smile: "It's a good thing to be afraid of death. You are young, so don't die. There are great rivers and mountains. There are nine continents in the world alone. You kid has just seen it now How much?"

The old man seemed to be in a good mood suddenly, and laughed, "In the five realms against the five realms, of course I will win, but I will inevitably get a lot of punches from you. In this case, winning is also losing. Where do you want me to put my face?"

The old man laughed loudly and said, "Little bastard, it doesn't matter how many times you have traveled a long way. You are still very young."

After laughing, the old man said in a deep voice: "It's time to break through. As long as you don't let Cao Ci widen the gap between the two realms and bite you, one day in the future, let alone regain the position and win three games in a row." , as long as you catch up and overtake him, you will have no problem beating him thirty times!"

The old man suddenly looked gloomy. Although this boy's future achievements were worth looking forward to, when he thought that it would be an extremely long process, the old man felt a little unhappy. He turned his head and looked at the sleeping guy, feeling angry. After hitting one spot, he brushed it with his sleeve and cursed angrily: "Sleep, sleep, sleep, are you a pig? Get up and practice boxing!"

Chen Ping'an was blown away by the strong wind and hit the wall. He woke up in a daze. Cui Cheng had already stood up, with a gloomy face. He took one step forward and stepped down hard with one foot.

Chen Ping'an rolled sideways and managed to avoid the kick.

Cui Cheng said: "When can you calmly deal with a Golden Body Realm martial artist? In the battle of life and death, without losing too badly, can you go down the mountain. After that, should you go to the central part of Aquarius Continent to meet friends, or go to Beiju?" It's up to you to wander around Luzhou, but if you can't do that, just stay in this bamboo house and enjoy the blessings. Otherwise, you will be a good-luck boy who gives away all his belongings and even his life. Want to do it?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "You can't die!"

Cui Cheng asked: "Why? Why is your Chen Ping'an's life more valuable than others?"

Chen Pingan said in a deep voice: "The senior who taught me boxing is named Cui Mingcheng!"

The old man was stunned, nodded slightly, and said happily: "This sentence is really not a flattery. It is true to this beautiful words... I will not be able to give you a good punch, Chen Ping'an!"

The old man's figure and momentum were like the top of a mountain. Chen Pingan's vision went dark, and he punched him until he fainted on the spot.

The old man stamped his foot down, and Chen Ping'an, who was lying limply on the ground, jumped up. Just as he woke up in the air, the old man's leg came again.

Another unsuspicious fainting.

Repeatedly.

Chen Pingan complained endlessly and was tired of coping.

The old man enjoyed it endlessly.

Putting on the clothes and exerting energy, the sound can be seen.

Naturally, this is not an ordinary martial arts style. He pursues what is said in his own boxing book: "Practice without making a sound, sail without an oar". In fact, Cui Cheng has too much punch in his sleeves, and every time he punches too freely.

Finally, the old man hit Chen Pingan in the neck with a whip kick. After Chen Pingan spun a few times, he staggered a few steps after landing, but his strength was not as strong as before, so he did not fall to the ground.

Using a six-step backwards fist stance, supplemented by ape-shaped fist intention, he bowed and stepped back a few steps. Chen Pingan did not slack off at all and stared at the old man.

He was beaten badly. In fact, both his boxing stance and his fists were shaking.

But there is a vague "meaning" in Chen Ping'an, which remains unmoving, like an old monk in concentration.

Cui Cheng smiled and said, "Okay, that's it for today. If you keep hitting me, your bones will fall apart."

Chen Ping'an remained motionless.

Cui Cheng nodded and said: "Yes, you can save yourself a punch. Go downstairs by yourself. The old rule is to soak in the potion bucket. Remember, unlike the past, you can't let the water cool down. When will you be able to use your true energy? Boil the potion before you can leave, otherwise you can just stay in the bucket and treat it as a practice. Wei Bo has already prepared the medicinal materials and went downstairs to let the little girl in the pink skirt boil the water. "

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, walked out of the house, and stumbled downstairs. When walking up the stairs, he had to hold on to the railings. It felt like going up the mountain to burn charcoal when he was young. It was difficult to go down the mountain without getting tired.

The girl in the pink skirt was already boiling water downstairs.

Taking advantage of the gap, Chen Pingan did not immediately return to the house on the first floor. Instead, he went to sit on the stone table by the cliff and practiced setting up the sword stove.

When the girl in pink skirt came to say hello, she got up and went inside.

Half an hour later, Chen Pingan put on a simple and elegant green shirt, which was one of the gifts from Wu Yi of Ziyang Mansion.

The girl in the pink skirt was familiar with the situation and got busy cleaning up the mess.

Chen Pingan sat on the bamboo chair under the eaves, smiled, and thanked her. The little girl smiled, as if she had a greater sense of accomplishment in doing these chores than in cultivating the Taoism.

Chen Pingan held the back of his head with his hands, leaned back on the chair, and stretched out his legs.

It turns out that if you don't get beaten, you will live like a god.

From afar, Zhu Lian came slowly with the girl Cen Yuanji.

Chen Pingan turned around and looked.

Zhu Lian took a bamboo chair and sat aside, while Cen Yuanji stood behind the old immortal with his hands and feet tied.

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Master, is there any rules for Cen Yuanji's martial arts training?"

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Just come and lead her in. It's up to you whether you want to be named master or disciple."

Zhu Lian quickly shook his head and said: "How can this be possible? The old slave is just fine fighting people to death, but teaching people boxing is far inferior to that of the young master. When it comes to being a teacher, the young master is young, but he already has the demeanor of everyone..."

Cen Yuanji felt sad in his heart.

It's a pity that such a heroic man as Master Zhu was reduced to working as a slave for this young mountain master.

Chen Pingan asked softly: "Does Zheng Dafeng have any ideas?"

Zhu Lian shook his head regretfully, "Brother Dafeng, now he is focusing on how to build the Shanmen thatched hut. It must look good and not lose the face of Luopo Mountain. At the same time, it must not waste money. Young Master, you are wasting your money in vain. Brother Dafeng There’s just no way to be distracted.”

Chen Pingan had a headache.

Cui Cheng walked out of the second floor, "Let's practice the Mountain Shaking Fist 200,000 times before we talk about martial arts."

Chen Pingan hesitated.

Zhu Lian thought it was feasible and turned to Cen Yuanji with a smile: "What a blessing. This boxing post is a rare skill in the world. It is as skillful as clumsy and contains infinite boxing power. Cen girl, from today on, you must be focused on nothing." , walked away over and over again."

Zhu Lian turned his head and looked at Chen Pingan with a smile.

Chen Ping'an said: "It's not like you can't teach six-step walking."

Zhu Lian said guiltily: "No matter how upright the old slave walks, he is still not graceful enough. It will inevitably give people the suspicion of walking like a duck. It may cause Cen Yuanji to underestimate this peerless boxing pole. If the young master comes to walk, that is The flowing clouds and flowing water make people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze..."

Chen Ping'an really couldn't stand this guy's flattery, so he briefly said Cui Cheng's words, except that he omitted the golden body realm. Zhu Lian wrinkled his face bitterly and said nothing.

Chen Pingan held back his laughter.

Zhu Lian took Cen Yuanji back home.

Along the way, Cen Yuanji found that the old god seemed to be in a heavy mood.

At that time in the Cen Mansion, the old god met frankly and said that she was a sixth-level martial artist who was about to reach the golden realm. He also said that she would achieve the seventh level of martial arts in the future.

Could it be that the tall old man who likes to hide in the bamboo building is a great master of the Golden Body Realm? Otherwise, it would be too shameless to beat Immortal Zhu to death one by one.

Zhu Lian taught Cen Yuanji the six steps of walking in a serious manner. After repeating it three times, Cen Yuanji already looked very similar.

Zhu Lian only said that she should be diligent in walking the pile and finish it 200,000 times quickly. It must be fast and steady.

Furthermore, he will practice for her three times a day from now on, letting Cen Yuanji watch from the sidelines to avoid going astray.

Cen Yuanji was full of fighting spirit and promised Zhu Lian that he would not be lazy.

Zhu Lian walked out of the yard with his hands behind his back.

In fact, the first test of Cen Yuanji has quietly begun.

It's just that the girl didn't realize it.

Next, it depends on when Cen Yuanji can complete the 200,000 pile walking, and how long it will take during the pile walking to change from physical resemblance to spiritual resemblance. After the spiritual resemblance, how much fist power will there be, or whether she will just do it for the sake of blindness. Seeking speed and loosening his grip, he unknowingly took a shortcut, his cleverness was misled by his cleverness, and his martial arts path reached the end of his own road early.

Cen Yuanji's martial arts practice, understanding, resilience, and character will all be revealed at a glance.

As for Cen Yuanji's future achievements, whether it is the Golden Body Realm that is already in his pocket, the Far Traveling Realm that has some hope, or even the Mountain Top Realm that was originally very unlikely, it all depends on these 200,000 Six Steps. In the middle of the pile.

This is probably the so-called age of three.

All this is just a word from the barefoot old man.

In fact, Zhu Lian was not particularly willing to get involved in the fistfight between Chen Ping'an and the old man surnamed Cui.

It would delay him from going down the mountain to pick out books and collect them.

In the next half a decade, Zhu Lian was beaten to death several times, while Chen Ping'an was nowhere to be found.

But unlike Chen Ping'an, who insisted on gritting his teeth, Zhu Lian, who was not too interested in it at first, became addicted to being beaten in the end. He was worthy of the madman who wanted to kill nine people in Ouhua Blessed Land. The next boxing practice Everything went beyond Cui Cheng's expectation. Zhu Lian, who was in the far-traveling realm, used different methods to provoke Cui Cheng, the master of the final realm at the top of the ten realms. The result was just as Cui Cheng said, Zhu Lian couldn't really kill Chen. It's safe, but he can force him to kill him. Anyway, with him watching from the side, nothing will happen. But when Zhu Lian puts on the rogue attitude of wanting to die and if you don't hit me, you are not a master, how can he, Cui Cheng, Can you really kill Zhu Lian? Isn't it better to just beat Zhu Lian half to death again and again?

This period of time was the happiest time Chen Pingan had ever practiced boxing.