Sword of Coming

Gugutan Xianjia Ferry is a hub in the southern part of Beiju Luzhou. Business is prosperous and bustling. In Chen Pingan's view, it is all fairy money with legs. It is inevitable that he is looking forward to the future of his Niujiaoshan Ferry.

The ferry slowly docked, and the impatient guests, who couldn't wait any longer, rushed off in a chaotic manner. According to the rules, everyone boarding and disembarking on the ferry side, regardless of their status or status, should walk. In Aquarius Island It is the same with Tongye Island and the upside-down mountain where fish and dragons are mixed, but it is different here. Even those who come according to the rules are scrambling for the first place. Most of them are those who use their swords to turn into a rainbow light and go away, controlling the magic weapon to fly into the sky. Yes, those who traveled far away on fairy birds, those who jumped directly off, it was messy and noisy, the stewards on the Pima Sect ferry, and those at the ferry on the ground saw these damn unruly bastards, Both sides cursed, and one of the sea-viewing monks who was in charge of guarding the ferry got so angry that he directly took action and knocked a Qi practitioner who was flying by the wind above his head to the ground.

Chen Ping'an couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it. This was still under the nose of Pima Zong. If it were in another place, what kind of chaos would it be like?

Chen Ping'an was not in a hurry to get off the boat, and the old shopkeeper was still talking about some must-see places in Skeleton Beach. People kindly introduced the scenic spots here, but Chen Ping'an couldn't let people talk half of the words, so he patiently continued to listen to the old shopkeeper. Although Chen Pingan was curious about the scene of disembarking from the boat, he understood one thing since he was a child. When talking to others, others speak sincerely and you look around. This is called not having a tutor, so Chen Pingan only glanced at it a few times. He looked away.

The old shopkeeper has been in the ferry shop business for two or three hundred years, and he has developed a pair of sharp eyes when greeting people. He quickly ended the previous topic and explained with a smile: "We are in Luzhou, Beiju. It looks chaotic, but we have been here for a long time." , On the contrary, I feel that it is refreshing. It is indeed easy to make enemies out of nowhere, but there are many things where a chance meeting can lead to a promise of a thousand dollars and a life or death. I believe Mr. Chen will understand it in the future. "

When the old shopkeeper said this, his face that was used to the wind and rain was full of pride that could not be concealed.

Chen Ping'an was no stranger to this, so he was heartbroken and a little sad.

There used to be people like this, who were proud to be born in Luzhou, Beiju, even if they were just Qi practitioners in the Lower Five Realms, or just maidservants on the ferry from Dajiu Mountain.

The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, remembering the private meeting between Wei Bo, the righteous god of the Northern Mountains of Da Li, and him, and then said softly: "Master Chen, can you allow me to say something unpleasant?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Huang, please tell me."

The old shopkeeper said slowly: "Beiju Luzhou is quite xenophobic and likes internal strife, but when it comes to dealing with the outside world, it especially sticks together. It hates several types of outsiders the most. One is the Confucian disciples who have traveled here. They feel that they smell sour. They are very difficult to deal with. One type is the descendants of the Immortal family from other continents’ wealthy families, all of whom have high standards. The last type is foreign sword cultivators, who feel that these people don’t know the heights of the world and have the guts to come to Luzhou, our northern capital, to sharpen their swords.”

The old man stretched out his hand to support the railing, sighed, and said with emotion: "Among the three, the second one is the most annoying. In history, countless young people who have made waves in their hometowns in other continents have relied on their family ancestors or It’s because preachers have a prominent status and they don’t pay much attention to what they do and say, but almost none of them can get good results. They fled Beiju Luzhou in disgrace. This is not bad. They cut off their spiritual path and even died here directly. , there are not a few, among them, there is the noble Huang Zi from the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, the direct disciples of hundreds of schools of thought, the disciples of the Ascension Realm ancestor who is the leader of the Liuxia Continent Immortal Family, and the God of Wealth from Aai Ai Continent. My younger brother was beaten to death here. There are so many old bad things. There are many shocking disasters. Those monks on the top of the mountain who lost their relatives and disciples are not even their enemies to this day. Didn’t understand.”

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I will bear in mind Shopkeeper Huang's reminder."

The old shopkeeper regained his smile, clasped his fists and said loudly: "A few taboos, such as a few market hemp ropes, cannot restrain the real dragon in the world. Luzhou in Beiju never rejects real heroes. So I am here to wish Mr. Chen good luck in his future." Beiju Luzhou has successfully made a breakthrough!"

Chen Pingan clasped his fists in return, "Then let me borrow Shopkeeper Huang's good words!"

Chen Pingan put on his bamboo hat, carried his sword in his green shirt, and left the Pi Ma Zong ferry.

According to Mr. Huang, there are three places in Skeleton Beach that you must visit, otherwise your trip to Skeleton Beach will be in vain.

The first is the Swaying River Temple, which is not of high rank but occupies a large area. As a river god, the temple enshrines the golden body. It is more magnificent than most water gods of thousands of miles of rivers in Luzhou, Beiju. .

There is also a huge city extending from the entrance at the foot of Pima Zong Mountain to the depths of the ground, called the Mural City. There are eight high walls under the city, and the paintings are of eight ancient fairies who were alluring the country. They are lifelike and detailed. Rumor has it that There is a great blessing that "does not depend on cultivation, only depends on fate", waiting for the destined person to go there. The eight fairies were the remnants of the female officials in a certain palace in the ancient heaven. If any of them fall in love with the reward "under the skirt" The people who painted the paintings will step out of the murals and serve them for life. Their cultivation levels vary. Now, only three of the eight fairyland female officials are left. The remaining five murals have all had their spiritual energy dissipated. The highest one is actually a jade from the upper five realms. The one with the lowest level of cultivation in the Pure Realm is also a golden elixir earth immortal, and there are magic weapons on the murals, which will be taken away by them. The Pima Sect once invited experts from all over the world to try to use the immortal family's method of rubbing monuments. , to obtain the magic weapon painted in the mural, but the mural is full of mysteries and has never been able to succeed.

In addition to the opportunity of only three murals left, there are also many artifacts and ghosts that ghost cultivators in the world covet for sale in the city. Even ordinary fairy mansions are willing to come here to bid and buy some well-trained heroic spirit puppets, which can also serve as protectors. The alternative door god on the top of the mountain can also be used as a defensive weapon that is willing to die for the master, walking hand in hand in the world. Moreover, there are many wild cultivators in Mural City. When trading here, there are often valuables hidden in them. Now a young swordsman who has rushed to the Great Wall of Sword Qi has made his fortune by picking up a piece and a half from a wild cultivator. Immortal soldiers.

Finally, there is the "Ghost Valley" that attracts sword cultivators and pure martial artists in the Skeleton Beach. The Pima Sect deliberately expels and gathers the ghosts that are difficult to refine in one place. After paying a toll, outsiders are responsible for their own lives and deaths.

Chen Pingan planned to go to the nearest mural city first.

After Chen safely stayed away from the ferry.

An old monk from the Pima Sect who is in charge of cross-continental ferries. His Qi is restrained and his Qi Mansion does not overflow. He is a Nascent Soul monk who has long been famous in the Skeleton Beach. He is a very senior monk in the Pima Sect’s Patriarch Hall, but he usually Not willing to show up, and most disgusted with human interactions, the old monk appeared next to shopkeeper Huang at this moment and said with a smile: "You are still a businessman. What you said is not flattering, it is clearly disgusting."

A young man who can make the Great Li Beiyue Zhengshen appear, and who alone occupies 30% of the mountain top of Lizhu Cave, must be related to the three types of people called by the shopkeeper, at least one of them, and he may be a little bit temperamental. You have to be kind-hearted and think that the shopkeeper is trying to intimidate you.

The old shopkeeper stroked his beard and smiled. Although his realm was much different from that of his old friend in the Nascent Soul realm, he was very casual in his daily interactions. "If you are a good-looking and impatient young man, you will not be so reclusive on the ferry. , I just heard about the three places in Le Mural City, and I have already said goodbye and disembarked. If you are willing to chat with a bad old man like me for a long time, then there is no need to say what I said."

Old Yuanying smiled casually and said: "Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing hearts."

The old shopkeeper laughed loudly, "It's just a business. If you can save some favors, you can earn a point. So, Lao Su, you are not a businessman. Pima Zong entrusted you with the management of this ferry. It is a waste of gold and silver." Mountain. So many connections that could have been brought together are running around in front of you, and you don't even catch them."

"Is it really a good thing that people who practice Taoism have both sides?"

Old Yuanying sneered and said: "If another Earth Immortal who has the potential to reach the fifth realm comes here and wastes his time, wouldn't it be more waste?"

The old shopkeeper pretended not to understand what he was saying. He rested his elbows on the railing and looked at the scenery of his hometown. The most important thing in making a living on the cross-continental ferry was to enjoy the mountains and rivers along the way. But after seeing too much, he still felt that he was at home. Water and soil are the best. Listening to the words of a Nascent Soul monk, the old shopkeeper said with a smile: "Don't treat me like a basket, I don't accept complaints here."

Old Yuanying didn't take it seriously. He remembered something and asked with a frown: "What happened to the Jade Gui Sect? Why did the next sect move to Aquarius Continent? According to common sense, Tongye Sect could barely maintain its existence after Du Maoyi died. The tree will not fall and the monkeys will scatter. As long as Xun Yuan gently moves the lower sect to the north of Tongye Sect and casually takes advantage of people's illness to kill people, Tongye Sect will be completely destroyed in less than three hundred years. Why is this? Why won't Xun Yuan do anything he wants to do for free? No matter how great the potential of the next sect is in Aquarius Continent, can it be compared to completely eating up most of the Tongye Sect? It is said that this old man Xun was a romantic when he was young. , could it be that your brain was damaged by a certain aunt’s legs?”

The shopkeeper of Xuhenfang named Huang shook his head and said: "Everyone in the Jade Guizong can be a fool, but Xun Yuan is not. Even if he has never dealt with him, it is not easy just to see that this old man can tame Jiang Shangzhen. What's Jiang Shangzhen's temper? When he was just a man of golden elixir cultivation, he traveled alone to Luzhou in Beiju. How many mountains and fairies did he harm in the end? In the end, he was devoured and wiped clean, and he ran away successfully. I have no grudges in this life, only mine. I still can't let go of my little sister's melancholy death! My little sister-in-law had the grace to protect and protect me back then. If it weren't for her care, I would have died long ago. Jiang Shangzhen, who has been stabbed a thousand times, misses me. Junior Sister, what a good woman she is, oh! Damn it, when I mention this guy, I feel both angry and convinced at the same time."

The old shopkeeper's usual conversation was actually quite elegant, unlike the monk from Luzhou in Beiju. When he mentioned Jiang Shangzhen, he actually gritted his teeth.

The old monk Yuanying gloated: "The baskets here are full."

The old shopkeeper spat out, as if he wanted to spit out all the pent-up energy.

He asked curiously: "Looking at the posture, it seems that the Da Li Song clan intends to raise the Niujiao Mountain ferry, and has no intention of expanding the Changchun Palace ferry. When the time comes, Old Su, which local snake will you need to deal with? Is it the Da Li military general or the enshrined monk?" "

The old Yuanying monk shook his head, "Da Li is most taboo about outsiders spying on espionage. Our Ancestral Master Hall has specially warned that many familiar methods are not allowed to be used in the territory of Da Li's Beiyue, so as not to make enemies over this, Da Li Today, I am not as confident as I was back then to stop the Skeleton Beach ferry from going south, so I don’t know who the other party is yet, but it’s all the same anyway, and I have no interest in messing around with it, as long as both sides can look good.”

Old Yuanying clicked his tongue and said: "It has only been a few years. When the first Xianjia ferry in Da Li was able to accept cross-continental ferries, after it was officially put into operation, the monks and generals stationed there were all the best in Da Li. Which one? He is not a hot and powerful figure, but when he saw us, he smiled apologetically, and his waist was not straight from beginning to end. You have seen it before, and look at it now, there is a Beiyue righteous god, named Wei Bo, right? Why? Like? Have you bent down? No. Things are changing, and soon we will be asking for help from others."

The heartstrings of the old Yuanying monk suddenly tightened, and he winked at the shopkeeper. The latter looked like he was facing a formidable enemy. The old monk shook his head, indicating that he didn't need to be too nervous.

As long as there is no big trouble in the Skeleton Beach area, do you think my Pima Sect's mountain-protecting formation is just a decoration?

They both turned around and saw a "guest" boarding the boat against the current. He looked middle-aged, wore a purple gold crown on his head, and a white jade belt at his waist. He was very elegant. This man walked slowly and looked around, seeming a little regretful. Finally, he appeared and stood not far behind the two chatting people. He looked at the old shopkeeper with a smile and asked, "What's your little sister's name? Maybe I know her."

Everything else can be discussed. When it comes to personal privacy, especially the little sister-in-law, the old shopkeeper is hard to talk to. His face is gloomy, "Who do you think you are? Where did you get it out of the ground? Where did you shrink it back!"

The man spoke the elegant Beiju Luzhou dialect fluently, nodded and said, "I won't change my name if I go, but I won't change my surname if I sit down. I am Zhou Fei, Chunchao Palace."

The old shopkeeper laughed angrily and said, "If it weren't for Jiang Shangzhen, I'd better get out of here."

The middle-aged monk thought for a while, smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll get out."

He actually turned around and went straight off the boat.

The old shopkeeper looked at the Nascent Soul monk with a solemn expression on the side and asked doubtfully: "Could he be the same Nascent Soul boss as you, Lao Su?"

Old Yuanying stretched out a finger and pointed upward.

The old shopkeeper was not afraid, at least he was not panicked. He rubbed his chin, "How about I go to your ancestral hall to hide for a few months? If there is a fight, how much will the Pima sect's ancestral hall have to pay for? I’ll definitely pay for it, but for the sake of our old friendship, why don’t we give you a 20% discount?”

Old Yuanying patted him on the shoulder and said, "The other person is obviously not a good person at first glance. Just ask for your blessings. That person hasn't gone far yet. Why don't you go and apologize to him? Do you want me? As a businessman, since you dare to say that I am not that good, why do you want this little bit of face?"

The old shopkeeper sighed, "If that guy is really capable, he will beat me to death in front of Mr. Su."

Old Yuanying said that he was minding his own business, but in an instant, the Pima Sect master's body was filled with precious light, and then he put his fingers together as if he wanted to grab something.

But it's still a bit slow.

I saw a green willow leaf hovering over the heart of the old shopkeeper.

A voice sounded from the side of the ship's railing, "You have already used up all the incense and love. If you keep talking about it, your heart will really break down."

The willow leaves disappeared in a flash.

After a while, Old Yuanying said: "We have gone far."

The old shopkeeper's eyes were complicated, he was silent for a long time, and then asked: "How much money can I make if I spread this news?"

Old Yuanying smiled and said: "I advise you not to be impulsive. You can earn your life, but you can't spend your life."

The old shopkeeper endured and endured, and slapped the railing hard. He wanted to shout at the top of his lungs, that bitch Jiang Shangzhen came to Beiju Luzhou to harm his little wife again.

The entrance to the mural city at the foot of Pimazong Mountain was overcrowded. Chen Pingan walked half a stick of incense before finally finding a relatively secluded place. He picked up a bamboo hat, sat at a roadside stall and had lunch, and was about to get up. When I was checking out, I saw an acquaintance who had appeared at some point and had already taken the initiative to pay for it.

Chen Pingan picked up the bamboo hat and asked, "Did you come here specifically to stop me?"

The man smiled and said: "Some things still require me to make a special trip to explain them carefully, so as not to worry about it and ruin the friendship between us two brothers."

Chen Pingan was stunned for a moment.

Whether in Ouhua Blessed Land or in Tongyezhou Qinghu Palace, this person would not be so familiar and attentive as to show off.

Jiang Shangzhen laughed and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I stayed in Luzhou, Beiju for a while. I revisited my old place and followed the local customs. I couldn't help myself, so I liked to call others brothers."

The two of them walked towards the entrance of the Mural City together, and Jiang Shangzhen spoke to Chen Pingan with ripples in his heart.

Just as he reached the entrance, Jiang Shangzhen finished speaking and then left, saying that Shujian Lake was full of waste and he needed to rush back.

After Jiang Shangzhen and Chen Ping'an separated, they went to the Pima Zong ferry again and found the old shopkeeper. They had a heart-to-heart talk and were moved by emotion and reason. They made sure that there were no sequelae. Jiang Shangzhen then Take your own magic ferry and return to Aquarius Island.

Chen Pingan walked along an almost imperceptible ten-mile slope and walked into the underground mural city. On both sides of the road, lanterns secretly made by the fairy family were hung, making the surrounding road as bright as day. The light was soft and natural, like winter. The warm sunshine inside.

Chen Pingan silently thought about Jiang Shangzhen's words.

Taking two steps sideways to avoid a hurried woman holding a porcelain vase in her arms, Chen Pingan continued to move forward without any distraction at all.

Unexpectedly, the woman behind him fell to the ground, crying loudly, with pieces of porcelain scattered around her.

Chen Ping'an leaned back slightly, walked backwards in an instant, came to the woman's side, slapped her down, making her a little dazed, and slapped her again, making her feel hot and painful.

The woman who should have hugged the man's calf and then started to behave skillfully did not dare to continue howling. She timidly looked at the four or five accomplices on the roadside, feeling that she had been slapped twice in vain, so she could not just let it go. , everyone swarmed up and asked the man to pay two pieces of snow, right? Besides, the "authentic Liuxia vase worth three Xiaoshu coins" that she originally said cost two taels of silver anyway.

It was a pity that the woman only received another kick from a strong young man in the end. The kick caused her head to sway and she said, "You will pay for the three taels of silver later."

The woman complained endlessly, saying, "Isn't it the capital of two taels of silver?"

In the end, it was okay not to speak. But when he opened his mouth, he was kicked in the face again. The man laughed sinisterly. The travel expenses of the brothers were not worth a tael of silver?

When the group of men left, they whispered that one of them had also called for a bowl of wontons at the stall earlier. It was he who thought that the young ranger wearing a bamboo hat was an easy target.

On the road, the woman didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. After all, people were coming and going, and it was not a matter of a few slaps to disturb the real immortal master. She quickly took out a large piece of cotton cloth from her sleeve and gathered it up. Broken porcelain and left in a hurry.

Leaving the slope entrance of the Mural City, we arrived at an alley, where some pale door gods, couplets, and the Chinese character spring were posted at the top.

He rubbed his cheeks, straightened his clothes, forced a smile, and then opened the door and went in. There were two children playing in the yard.

The woman closed the courtyard door and went to the kitchen to make a fire to cook. Looking at the rice vat with only a thin layer at the bottom, the woman sighed softly.

Wait until she finishes cooking a shabby meal.

Suddenly a child jumped for joy, followed by an even smaller one. They came to the kitchen together, holding two snow-white coins in both hands. The child's eyes shone and he asked: "Mother, mother, mother, what are you doing?" There are two pieces of money at the door, look, do they spit out from the mouth of the door god?"

The woman was stunned on the spot.

Where did the two snow coins come from?

Rich people have no interest in teasing her family of three, she is not pretty at all, and her two children are just ordinary. So what is going on?

A young man wearing a bamboo hat walked out of the alley and said to himself: "Just this once, I don't need to know these other people's stories from now on."

He walked slowly, turned around and saw two children who were still very young, running with all their strength, laughing and shouting to buy candied haws, there are candied haws to eat.

The blue-shirted swordsman also laughed and held up his bamboo hat. Over the years, his eyes have always been quiet and silent, but rarely have they been so warm. "Then you will know it again in the future?"

For some reason, after making up his mind to "trouble himself" one more time, the young foreign swordsman strode forward and suddenly felt that instead of being sluggish and dull, he only felt that the sky and the earth were vast. This kind of self is truly everywhere. Can go.