Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan got off his horse and asked with a smile: "How many are Pei Qian and the others?"

Wei Bo gloated: "I deliberately didn't tell them your whereabouts. The three little guys thought that you, the master and husband, were going to return to Longquan County from Hongzhu Town. They must still be waiting eagerly. As for Zhu Lian, I have been wandering around the county town in the past few days, and I said that I accidentally fell in love with a good young man who practices martial arts. I dare not say it because he is too high. There is hope for a golden body, so I want to give it to my young master when he returns home. An opening shot.”

Chen Pingan and Wei Bo walked side by side, Shi Rou still followed from a distance, and they just nodded to each other, even as they said hello.

Chen Ping'an apologized: "I'm really sorry that I kept delaying the purchase of the mountain."

Wei Bo, who was dressed in white, walked on the mountain road like a god on the lake, with a golden earring hanging on one side of his ear. He was really a god among gods. He smiled and said: "In fact, at the end of the eleventh year of Yongjia, this business almost... The talks are about to break down. The Dali court uses the Niujiao Mountain Xianjia Ferry as a reason to sell it to monks and should be included in the Dali military. It has clearly shown signs of repentance. At most, it will be sold to you and me for one or two. A large and useless hilltop on the side is a small compensation for my face. I can’t insist on it anymore, but when the new year comes, the Dali Ministry of Rites temporarily shelved the matter. The first month passed again, and when the Dali Ministry of Rites came The gentlemen finished their work, celebrated the festival, had enough to eat and drink, and returned to Longquan County again. Suddenly, they changed their tone and said they could wait a little longer, so I guessed that you should have successfully ended your stay at Shujian Lake."

Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly and said, "It's not going well at all."

Wei Bo turned his head and looked at Chen Ping'an's appearance, and laughed and said: "You can see that it is only slightly better than the 'shape pinguli' that a layman must go through when he turns to Shinto, but it is terrible. Pei Qian and the others saw it. If I miss you, I probably won’t be able to recognize you.”

Chen Pingan scratched his head and sighed, "Even if we reach an agreement on buying the mountain, I still have a lot of debt over Shujian Lake."

Wei Bo smiled and said: "After all, it's just the word money that worries me. It's better than the initial ups and downs of my mood, and I was wrong in everything. It's too much, right?"

Chen Pingan smiled, nodded and said, "That's right."

Wei Bo suddenly said: "I don't have the money to lend you, I'm just an empty frame of the Beiyue gods, but if you can use this to defraud the gods to get money, just take it and make money, it's up to you."

Chen Ping'an rubbed his hands gently and said with a smile: "This is so embarrassing."

Wei Bo was stunned. His tone was not like that of Chen Ping'an back then. It seemed that if he was not careful, this guy would get off the road. Do he really want to make money by using the tiger-skin banner of Beiyue Zhengshen? Wei Bo quickly patted Chen Ping'an on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Forget it if I'm sorry. I don't have the nerve to make you embarrassed. As friends, we should be considerate of each other..."

Shi Rou followed the two of them from a distance. To be honest, she was really shocked when she saw Chen Pingan for the first time at the gate of Luolu Mountain.

We haven’t seen each other for a few years, and the changes have been huge.

Could it be that Sui Youyou, Lu Baixiang, Wei Xian and Zhu Lian were no longer around, so he could only attack the lake of slips single-handedly, and then exposed himself to countless lakes of slips by wild cultivators, making his life miserable? Are you satisfied if you can leave the right and wrong place known as Aquarius Island alive? Shi Rou would not underestimate Chen Pingan because of this. After all, Shujian Lake was lawless. In the past few years, through Zhu Lian's chat with the mountain god Wei Bo, she knew some inside stories and understood that Chen Pingan, even if Zhu Lian was around him, , it is destined that there is no way to fight a bloody path on the Shujian Lake with fists. After all, one Jiejiang True Lord Liu Zhimao is enough for all outsiders to drink a pot, let alone Liu Laocheng returning to Shujian Lake later. That is the only wild cultivator in Aquarius Continent who has reached the fifth realm.

Chen Ping'an said: "Tell Pei Qian and the others, don't let them wait in Hongzhu Town."

Wei Bo smiled knowingly, nodded, whistled, and then said: "Go back quickly, Chen Ping'an is already at Luolu Mountain."

It's like a leaf of duckweed swirling in the rushing water and disappearing in a flash.

Then, near the raised eaves of a roof in Hongzhu Town, Wei Bo's familiar voice sounded beside the three little guys Pei Qian.

Pei Qian, who was holding his chin, widened his eyes, "Really?"

The boy in Tsing Yi, who was lying on the roof basking in the sun, rubbed his chin, "I think Wei Bo is bluffing. He's just holding on after he's full, just to tease us."

The girl in pink skirt sitting next to Pei Qian said softly: "Mr. Wei shouldn't lie to people about this kind of thing, right?"

Pei Qian stood up suddenly, clenched his fists with both hands, and bumped lightly, "My master is really mysterious. He caught the three of us by surprise without saying a word. Do you think he is powerful or not?"

The girl in pink skirt covered her mouth and smiled.

The boy in Tsing Yi said angrily: "That's awesome, we have been waiting here for so many days in vain, and when I see him asking for red envelopes as soon as we meet, I will be anxious with Chen Pingan if he is missing one."

Pei Qian turned to look at the boy in green, holding the hilt of the sword on his waist with one small hand at the same time, and said seriously: "Friends are friends, but the world is big and the master is the biggest. If you continue to be so unruly, one day will come." If you even think about taking advantage of my master, I will kill you."

He spoke very old-fashionedly, which was Pei Qian's usual style.

Probably because of his young age, he likes to talk big and weird things, so it's hard for people to tell which of Pei Qian's words are true and which can be ignored.

The boy in green rolled his eyes and said, "Just rely on your three-legged cat skills?"

Pei Qian shook his head, "I know the old cook well. I asked him to beat you to death, and then I take your head. You're right."

The girl in the pink skirt was a little nervous, fearing that the two guys would fight if they disagreed.

Although the two of them often bickered and quarreled, they never really got into it. The two of them often liked "literary fights", talking about some magical magic that could move mountains and seas, and compete with each other.

The boy in green weighed the weight of Yuanyoujing Wufu and the relationship between the old cook and Pei Qian. Then there was the snobbish Wei Bo, who seemed to be very impressed by Pei Qian. He was extremely sad in his heart and jumped up immediately, with a look on his face. She said flatteringly: "Nvxia Pei, why can't you take a joke? Chen Ping'an is your master and also my master. The whole family is harmonious and makes money. What can you say about a dog's head but not a dog's head? Besides, I am not a dog; I am A big dragon that the three Taoist masters have patted on the shoulder several times. In our Lizhu Dongtian and Longquan counties, who dares? With my heroic spirit, you should respect me more and don’t say this again in the future. It’s childish and not good to say something in anger that hurts your temper.”

Pei Qian said seriously: "I'm not joking with you, we people in the world are just like nails!"

The boy in green said with a playful smile: "I know, I know."

The girl in pink skirt breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't fall out, otherwise she really wouldn't know how to be a peacemaker.

The three of them skimmed over the roofs of Hongzhu Town, and soon left the town and entered the mountains. A big black snake entangled in a deserted place swam out, and crushed a deep mark on its belly. The momentum was astonishing. Pei Qian was the first to jump. On the head of the black snake of Luo Lo Mountain, he sat cross-legged and folded his bamboo sword on his knees.

The girl in pink skirt sits in the middle of the black snake's back.

The boy in green stood on the tail of the black snake, swaying, but when he looked at the slender back of the black snake, his heart felt a little hazy. At that moment before, he felt the natural oppression of the black snake again.

This uncomfortable feeling made him very uncomfortable.

The first time they noticed something strange about Pei Qian was in the mountains. They chased and intercepted the scurrying native dog that became a spirit. Pei Qian was covered in grass and tree debris, and his face had a few scratches from tree branches. A small blood groove finally blocked the way of the "wild dog". She was completely unaware of the painless injuries on her body. She only saw the desperate wild dog with bright eyes and thumbs. Holding the handle of the knife, she slowly pushed the knife out of its sheath. She bent over her waist and stared at the wild dog. The moment the bamboo knife was taken out of its sheath, her eyes became hotter.

From that moment on, the boy in Tsing Yi no longer regarded Pei Qian as a little girl who was inexperienced in the world.

He was even a little puzzled. Why did Chen Ping'an, a very upright gentleman, find such a little freak as his disciple? Or the founding disciple?

Black Snake, who was born in Qidun Mountain, is extremely familiar with the mountain road back home.

Pei Qian, the boy in blue and the girl in pink skirt each have their own thoughts.

Pei Qian gently tapped the black snake's head with the bottom of the scabbard, frowned and said: "Don't be lazy, hurry up, or one day I will learn the crazy swordsmanship, and I will use you to practice."

"Sit down" Black Snake had no choice but to speed up.

Over there at Luoluo Mountain.

Chen Pingan returned to the Bamboo House with mixed feelings.

Along the way, Wei Bo and Chen Ping'an had finished what they were supposed to talk about, so they returned to Piyun Mountain first with the magical power of the mountain and water gods who shrunk the ground into an inch.

Shi Rou looked at Chen Pingan's back as he climbed up to the second floor. He hesitated, moved a bamboo chair, and sat under the eaves. She was curious about the relationship between Chen Pingan and the old man named Cui.

The old man didn't look like a pure martial artist, but more like an old Confucian scholar who had retired to the mountains and forests. Wei Bo and Zhu Lian seemed to have a tacit understanding, and neither said anything in front of her, pretending that the old man didn't exist.

The old man wanted to cultivate Pei Qian at first, but he just pinched his bones lightly, and Pei Qian rolled on the ground, his face covered with snot and tears, and he looked at the old man pitifully. The old man looked like himself at that time. With an awkward expression on his face as he took the initiative to step on dog poop, Pei Qian took advantage of the old man's daze and crept away. After that, he didn't get close to the bamboo house for several days and wandered around the mountains. Later, he simply left the mountains to the west. , went to the pastry shop in Qilong Lane and worked as a shopkeeper. Anyway, I just didn’t want to see the old man. After that, the old man surnamed Cui gave up on Pei Qian. Occasionally he stood on the second floor and looked at the scenery. When he glanced sideways at Pei Qian, he saw a young phoenix and a young Luan staying in the chicken coop all day long. The little guy was still there. He was very happy, which made the old man wearing a Confucian shirt feel helpless.

Chen Pingan knocked on the door and entered.

The old man surnamed Cui sat cross-legged, opened his eyes, and looked at Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping'an sat opposite the old man, carrying the sword fairy on his back and a sword-raising gourd hanging around his waist.

The old man felt that the sword was a bit annoying. As for the sword-raising gourd, it was slightly better. It was nothing to drink some wine. "You relied on these external objects to get out of that filthy place alive?" "

Chen Ping'an said: "I can't say 'just', but without this sword, I really couldn't survive. On Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, I was almost beaten to death by a wild cultivator of the Upper Five Realms."

The old man sneered: "If someone really wants to kill you, it doesn't matter whether they have this sword or not."

Chen Ping'an said: "Between being able to kill or not, without this sword, the possibility of being killed would be very high."

The old man frowned displeased.

Chen Pingan said slowly: "On the road to martial arts, of course one must pursue purity, but if you deliberately put yourself in danger of life and death time and time again for the sake of perfect 'purity', I don't think it's good. Even if it happens two or three more times, one day you will encounter a hurdle that you can't get over. When the time comes, you will die. I think that the purity of boxing training must first cultivate the mind and be better than those who practice Taoism on the mountain. To be more pure, you must first make your state of mind untainted. When you punch, there are many external things mixed with your body, and then you have the opportunity to peel them off afterwards. This is the pure foundation of martial arts. Otherwise, the road to martial arts will be long and difficult. , and there is a dead end waiting in front of you. If you still like to tell yourself that if you die, you will die, how can you go far?"

The old man put his fists on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and sneered: "Why, you have been wandering around for a few years, and you feel that you are powerful enough to talk nonsense to me?"

When the old man just moved forward a few steps, inside the second-floor house of the bamboo house, fists filled with energy like a flood surged towards Chen Ping'an.

Even Shi Rou, who was outside the bamboo building, noticed that the flood was about to burst its banks.

Chen Ping'an sat where he was, motionless, with this body shape, this state of mind, both physically and mentally.

There is a strong wind blowing indoors.

Chen Pingan kept sliding backwards, but still kept his waist straight. Even if his back was against the wall, he still did not change his sitting posture at all.

The old man sighed, with a look of pity in his eyes, "Chen Ping'an, are you already so afraid of death after walking to Shujian Lake? Aren't you curious why you haven't been able to successfully break through the bottleneck of the five realms? Do you really think that Is it because of your own suppression? Or do you dare not delve into it yourself?"

Chen Pingan was silent.

The old man looked at the haggard young man with his back against the wall and said, "You are afraid of death. You just don't dare to admit it. Of course, you have all your reasons for being afraid of death. I won't laugh at you for it. But, what's going on in the world?" This is what is worth pondering. Whether you are practicing martial arts or practicing Taoism, it doesn’t matter whether your thoughts are reasonable or not, so your reason is right. But unfortunately, you cannot convince yourself with a reason that is right for you. Your own intention. Now you want to practice swordsmanship, and this obsession is getting deeper and deeper. I guess that in the past few years in Shujian Lake, you often have thoughts, which rise and fall inadvertently, and you are unaware of it. One is that the martial artist is not strong enough, and the other is that the Sword Immortal is too cool. This is human nature. You have never seen my real moves, but you have walked through the Great Wall of Sword Qi. I believe that the Sword Immortal you have seen with your own eyes , more than one or two.”

Chen Ping'an hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to refute.

The old man smiled and said: "Back then, I punched too much, and the punches were measured, which made your path to the Three Realms of Martial Arts extremely smooth, so although you did suffer from too much pain, the journey was very...smooth. , this is naturally my great strength, it won’t hurt your body at all, let alone your heart. But the grace of the sword fairy you see will not care about the state of mind of a little martial artist like you. Here, angrily bullfighting opens the sea of ​​clouds, just like a random slap, leaving big holes in your heart. You are a half-hearted scholar who likes to introspect. You like to look back when there is nothing wrong, and see if you have gone astray. No, I never thought that every time I look back, I have to subconsciously take a look at those holes, like looking into an abyss or a deep well, falling deep into it and unable to extricate myself."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "I realized this in Old Dragon City. The sword cultivators' swordsmanship in Jiaolonggou had a great influence on me. In addition, the swords of Wei and Jin that broke the sky, and the old Dragon City Fan Junmao flew to Osmanthus Island with a sword in the sea of ​​clouds..."

Having said this, Chen Ping'an looked solemn, "But after entering Shujian Lake, I was not unaware of it as my predecessor said. In fact, on the contrary, I have consciously tried to eliminate this influence bit by bit."

The old man laughed and said: "Throwing stones into the well, you have to be careful every time and try not to splash water at the bottom of the well. Can you fill it up?"

Chen Ping'an suddenly realized it. He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Senior, what should I do?"

The old man said sarcastically: "It seems that the trip to Shujian Lake has made you look haggard and haggard. Even your brain, which was just fine at first, has become rusty."

Chen Pingan just stared at the old man.

The old man was silent for a moment, "Fortunately, some things have not been thrown away, otherwise it would be really hopeless."

The old man raised a fist and said, "Practice martial arts."

The old man raised his other hand and put his fingers together, "Practice your sword."

Then the old man stood up with his hands in his hands, condescendingly looking down at Chen Ping'an, and said: "Even if we can have both, how can we prioritize it? How can we prioritize it now? I haven't figured out anything, and it's all a mess. You have been in a state of confusion all day long, and you deserve to go around in circles outside the city gate. You are still complacent, telling yourself that it's not that you can't break the bottleneck, you just don't want to. Having said that, it is indeed easy for you to reach the sixth realm, but it is just like a person with a crotch full of shit. Similarly, when you enter the house from outside, you mistakenly think that you can change into clean clothes when you enter the house. In fact, the shit has also been brought into the house. It is not on you, but still in the house. Fortunately, you made a mistake and finally did not break the situation. Otherwise, someone who has just entered the Sixth Realm from the Fifth Realm would have the nerve to climb up to the second floor covered in shit and piss to see me?"

The old man stamped his foot lightly.

Chen Ping'an's back was blown tightly against the wall by the fierce strong wind. He had to press his elbows against the wall of the bamboo building and tried his best not to let the back of his head touch the wall.

A stream of pure energy in the body is like a fire dragon swimming through the acupoints.

The old man squinted his eyes, still standing on the same spot, but suddenly raised his foot and kicked it in the direction of Chen Pingan's forehead. With a bang, the back of Chen Pingan's head hit the wall hard, and the pure energy in his body also followed. Standing still, it was like carrying a heavy mountain, so that the fire dragon could only crawl on the ground.

The old man clicked his tongue and said: "Chen Ping'an, you really haven't thought about why you haven't practiced boxing for three years and you can still breathe a sigh of relief? You know, the boxing intention can still train itself when not practicing boxing, but the body and bones can hold up. ? Do you really think you are a martial artist in the Golden Body Realm? Have you never asked yourself?"

Chen Pingan had difficulty breathing and his face was distorted.

I knew I would be in trouble this time when I returned to Zhulou, but I didn't expect it to be so straightforward.

But the old man's question made Chen Ping'an feel like he was reining in his horse from a cliff. His mind suddenly stopped, and he temporarily abandoned the suppression caused by the old man's fist. He calmly gathered his energy and concentration to think about this issue that he had vaguely thought about before but brushed off.

The old man raised his foot again and kicked Chen Ping'an's abdomen against the wall. A wisp of fist energy just hit the extremely fine Fire Dragon Qi.

Chen Ping'an vaguely noticed that the head, tail, and four claws of the fire dragon suddenly burst out three strings of sounds like firecrackers and spring thunder outside the door of his heart.

The old man said: "Obviously, there is a person who practices cultivation. He quietly cultivates your pure Qi with extremely brilliant and unique techniques. If I am not mistaken, he must be a Taoist master who used the head of the Zhenqi Fire Dragon to plant it. Incorporating three fire seeds, as a Taoist 'Heavenly Palace Inner Courtyard', the method of fire refining will help you open up the spinal joints of this fire dragon inch by inch, so that you can hope that your bones will be glorious and glorious. Take the first step and skip six Realm, build up the foundation of the Golden Body Realm in advance, and the effect will be like the golden and jade-shaped body pursued by Taoists. The handwriting is not too big, but it is clever and subtle, and the heat is excellent. Tell me, who is it?"

Chen Ping'an looked confused.

Now that the old man had figured out the basics, he stopped embarrassing Chen Pingan and calmed down his momentum. Chen Pingan sat against the wall, sweating profusely.

Finally, Chen Ping'an suddenly thought and smiled bitterly: "I once met a friend's master, Taoist Taoist name Fire Dragon. Now that I think about it, at the time of parting, the Taoist priest with the fire dragon embroidered on his robes actually stretched out his finger and nodded. Hit me a few times."

The barefoot old man frowned, "Why does this old god want to give you an opportunity for nothing?"

On the road of spiritual practice, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, so we must pay attention to it.

Chen Pingan wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "I just gave my friend a small seal carved by the Grand Master of Longhu Mountain himself."

The old man nodded, "The monks at the top of the mountain don't want to be in debt and are afraid of karma. It makes sense that you give it away and he repays it."

Then the old man suddenly asked: "Just?"

Don't wait for Chen Pingan to say anything.

The old man kicked him out, and Chen Pingan's forehead felt like a heavy hammer. He hit the wall and fainted. The old man didn't even give Chen Pingan a chance to curse.

The old man sneered and said: "You are young and full of energy. You really deserve a beating."

Another kick caused Chen Ping'an's body to hit the wall. He bounced after falling to the ground. Just as he was awake for a moment because of the pain, he fainted again because of the pain.

From beginning to end, the old man did not deliberately hide his energy or words.

A female ghost attached to the remains of an immortal is nothing.

Under the eaves of the bamboo building, the female ghost Shirou sat on a small green bamboo chair, feeling uneasy. She swallowed and suddenly felt that compared to Chen Pingan, who was beaten to death as soon as she climbed the stairs, her past few years in Luolu Mountain had been really good. It’s time to live like a fairy.