Sword of Coming

"You are the smartest. Each of you can assess the situation better than the other. I really admire you for this. I don't mean to be sarcastic at all."

Chen Ping'an sighed, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly forward. Then he caught a glimpse of a wine bottle. With a move, he held the wine bottle with one hand and the cup with the other. He poured a glass of wine and took a sip, smiling broadly, " If there were a few more He Lu present, or if the people of Suijia City saw it, they would have to scold me for being a swordsman who is unreasonable and unforgiving. The people are boiling with resentment and everyone is talking about gold. Why should I kill indiscriminately? I have seen him a few times. There are only a few people who have not really been beaten to death. Many of them have broken arms and legs and vomited out buckets of blood. What reason is there to judge people's good and evil, determine life and death? Why should they be so aggressive and kill in large numbers? There is no point in doing so. Those who have a Bodhisattva heart must be the same as those who were killed..."

Hearing these words, all the Qi practitioners felt chills all over their bodies.

Listen to what this great swordsman said?

Not finished yet?

Chen Ping'an looked at the old woman sitting in the first place, "You are lucky, you don't have a good son like He Lu, so we can discuss it easily."

Then he turned and glanced at Ye Han, "City Lord Ye is hard to say."

The girl in the emerald green dress fluttered her eyelashes.

Still imitating the old monk, he sat still, motionless, body and mind, motionless, just relying on the weird magical power that seemed to be used by the ancestor to enjoy food, and took a sneak peek.

Chen Ping'an suddenly stopped. He seemed to have lost his grace as a swordsman in an instant. He looked tired, full of tiredness, and his eyes were dim, just like the long sword on the wall that penetrated Ye Han's body. The golden light was not visible. He looked around and saw After pouring a glass of wine, he threw the jug back to its original place, and then poured the wine in the glass gently in front of him, just like toasting to someone's grave, and said to himself: "But after those catastrophes, I will be pious to the City God's Temple." The people of Suijia City who burn incense and kneel down and kowtow over and over again are just taking things as they come. They are the real weak. Regarding many truths, probably the vast majority of them, especially those who choose to remain silent, will never know what happened all their lives. What. So they worshiped the City God in the wrong way and worshiped the Fire God Temple, but they couldn’t do it right. My treatment of them is the same as that of some of your monks who are pure and self-sufficient, pure in cultivation, indifferent to the world, and disgusted with the world of mortals. It’s not about whether you like it or not. There’s nothing to say right or wrong. There are thousands of avenues under your feet, and no one can walk. What do you think, Suijicheng Fire God? In the end, you seemed to be on the roof of the temple, and you didn’t scold me. One sentence? Instead, he crashed into the sea of ​​​​clouds and the heavenly tribulation, and the golden body was broken into two pieces? I really couldn't speak at the time, otherwise I would have scolded you a few words and punched you so that you could go back to the temple and wait, little Xiaotian It’s just a calamity, will I die? It’s just that I almost died. I can be considered a cultivator after all. Half-dead, what should I be afraid of? Before this, I calculated how much. You and I saw each other too late and didn’t have time to tell you. Of course, I’d like to see you soon. No, I won’t say that, people’s hearts are still full of ghosts, no one dares to believe anyone.”

in words.

Fan Weiran heard a pop between his eyebrows.

His head fell back as if hit hard.

On the contrary, Ye Han was still unharmed, just looking at being nailed to the wall.

But the old woman must not have really died, because the old woman's face and body instantly withered, but there was an unusual ripple of energy in the Dragon Palace, and it disappeared in a flash.

The young swordsman seemed helpless and crushed the wine glass in his hand. There is no way, that Zhang Yuqing Light Talisman has been destroyed long ago, otherwise this fairy method that can disperse the yin and spirit like mist and hide a natal golden elixir at the same time, no matter how treacherous and unpredictable, as long as the Yunxiao Palace Talisman of Zhang Chongxuan comes out, instantly Covering a land with a radius of several miles, this old master of Baodong Wonderland probably still cannot escape. As for himself, he was no longer able to draw talismans after the war, not to mention that none of the "authentic alchemy script" talismans he was proficient in could deal with this situation.

Therefore, it has always been easier for monks to win than to kill for monks on the mountain, especially Qi practitioners who have reached the golden elixir realm. No one has several ways to save their lives.

At this point, a pure martial artist would be much more crisp and agile. When fighting against each other, the loser would often be dead.

But it doesn't matter, the golden crown on the old woman's head is still there.

Maybe he couldn't take it away, or maybe he escaped with the object, which would show obvious traces. The old woman was too afraid of her flying sword.

Chen Ping'an took out the folding fan, twisted it with two fingers, slowly opened and closed it, and said with a smile: "Why, do you believe what I say? Then I said that I am a six-level martial artist, not a sword cultivator at all. Do you believe it or not? ?”

Chen Ping'an looked at one of the Mengliangfeng monks, "Can you tell me?"

The man knelt down and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I believe whatever the Sword Immortal says!"

Chen Ping'an turned his head, looked at the young man and woman carrying swords, and said: "What a coincidence, we meet again. Will the two immortal masters gain anything from the trip to the city?"

The young man sat down on the ground.

The young woman whispered: "I reported back to the Sword Immortal, but I got nothing."

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "The old man with the monkey on his shoulder, didn't he miss you during the melee?"

The young female cultivator said bitterly: "As soon as we saw it was him, we ran away."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "That's how it should be. From now on, let your junior brother have a better temper, go down the mountain to experience, travel around the world, watch more and talk less."

For the first time, the young female cultivator was greeted with polite greetings by this unpredictable young swordsman. The young female cultivator was not happy at all. She just felt that everything was over. Needless to say, she and her junior brother were going to suffer. He Lu, a golden body martial artist from the Mengliang Kingdom, Fan Weiran, the old man of Huangyue City who worshiped the Kite Immortal, and the city lord Ye Han were both dead and wounded. Who had ever chatted with this swordsman? A good ending?

Chen Ping'an rubbed his brows, frowned slightly, then relaxed instantly, and smiled at the two people: "It's fate that we meet, you go first."

The junior brother who was lying limp on the ground got up and ran towards the entrance of the hall.

His senior sister failed to dissuade him and thought that there was going to be a bloody scene of a head being cut off by a flying sword. He never thought that his junior brother not only ran away, but also shouted anxiously: "Senior sister, hurry up!"

When the young female cultivator saw the white-clothed Sword Immortal, whose smile was as warm as spring breeze and as deep as the abyss of an ancient well, she hesitated for a moment and saluted, "Thank you, Sword Immortal, for your extra mercy!"

She trembled, circulated her spiritual energy, and slowly swept out of the messy Dragon Palace.

Chen Pingan went straight forward and walked up the steps, where the Lord of the Lake Yinhou was sitting.

As for the flying sword, it always lingers around the sword fairy in white.

Sword Immortal, you can do whatever you want, I won't be able to raise a finger or twist my mind to kill you today.

Chen Ping'an didn't sit on the imperial dragon chair. He just stretched out his fingers and tapped, as if... inspecting the goods?

Chen Pingan turned around, held the handle of the dragon chair with his hand, and faced everyone in the hall, "I am a blind person and can't tell the difference between good and bad people. I will treat you as equals of good and bad. At the banquet tonight, half will die and half will live." You are either best friends, or mortal enemies who want to blow your brains out. Anyway, you are all familiar with your respective family backgrounds. Let’s talk about who has done what evil things. Try to be as big as possible. The more shocking the world, the better. Others have Yes, if you don’t, you just become a good person and then you have a chance to live.”

There was silence above the main hall.

The white-clothed swordsman smiled again and said: "To add, the fights and plots on the mountain are not counted. Tonight we will only talk about things at the bottom of the mountain."

Suddenly, a young and clear voice sounded softly, "Sword Immortal, it's still daytime, you shouldn't say 'tonight'."

Chen Pingan looked at the person who was speaking. It was the girl in the green dress. Judging from the seating arrangement, she was a relatively respected disciple of Baodong Wonderland.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Thank you for reminding me. I looked at the bright lights in the Dragon Palace and mistakenly thought it was night."

Ye Han suddenly said: "It turns out that the sword of the Sword Immortal is not a magic weapon, that's what it is, but this is the right way."

Chen Ping'an waved his hand, "I know you golden elixir gods have endless tricks, so get out of here."

Ye Han laughed loudly and walked forward directly, letting the long sword pass through his body and stay on the wall.

Ye Han sighed: "I never thought that our Huangyue City would be reduced to this. The son who was most promising to inherit the family business died, the chief minister died, and I, Ye Han, also hurt the foundation of the avenue. I have no hope of taking that step forward in this life. What does this Sword Immortal want me to do, Ye Han, so that I don’t chase us to Huangyue City and eradicate us?”

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's very simple. There is no need to set up a fascination array with me here. Since I can't break your golden elixir, you should quickly find your backer. After the previous catastrophe, he was in Suijia City. He has appeared in the sky. If I am not wrong, you have something to do with him. That person is very high-level and has done me a lot of harm. When he comes, we will just settle the old and new accounts together. But if he can call that person The people behind the successful treasure hunt are working together to deal with a junior like me. Even if you, Ye Han, have a great reputation, I can only grease my feet and run away. Our Lake Lord has a canal owner under his command, and there is a block in her temple. The plaque is excellent and the green water flows forever.”

Ye Han said helplessly: "Since the Sword Immortal has revealed the secret, can't he just fight to the death and not let me take away He Lu's soul?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I would like to ask you to take away the three souls and seven souls of Master He Xiaoxian, so that the clues about your escape method can be revealed. Even if I said so before, you, Ye Han, dare to do this? I don't think you can meeting."

Ye Han nodded and said: "It's true that it won't happen, then just like what the Sword Immortal said, the green water will flow forever!"

The Lord of Huangyue City directly crushed the jade medal at his waist.

The figure disappeared into thin air.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at the roof, as if his sight had gone to the distance of Cangjun Lake.

The effect of this jade tablet shrinking into an inch is even more exaggerated than a golden square-inch talisman.

Chen Pingan rubbed his eyebrows.

A splitting headache.

The long sword on the wall flashed with golden light and penetrated a key acupoint of He Lu's headless body.

Then there was a burst of black smoke pouring out of He Lu's body, and it instantly turned into ten wisps. He tried to go his own way, but the white-clothed sword fairy waved his sleeves, and all of them smashed against the wall, turning into ashes and falling down.

When he raised his head, his expression had softened, "You can start to present the facts and reason, and cherish it. I believe that in your previous monastic career, you have rarely relied on reasoning to help yourself survive."

The white-clothed swordsman grabbed the sword in the air, swept the scabbard back to him, and returned the long sword to its sheath in mid-air.

He was sitting on the dragon chair with his sword across his knees.

Yan Qing faced the white-robed swordsman sitting high up and said in a deep voice: "You are really scary like this!"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Don't talk about you, I'm even afraid of myself."

The girl in the emerald green dress quickly grabbed Yan Qing's wrist, her face full of anxiety. There were some tears in her eyes, and she said from the bottom of her heart: "Sister Yan, really stop talking. He has tried to kill you twice before. Really. Exactly. In addition, this time, what he said was no more than three things! This sword fairy spoke in such a cloud that no one could understand or guess, but his general intention cannot be deceived. Master Yan, please forgive me. How about you? Everyone in the sect, you and the Second Ancestor are the only ones who are sincere to me. I don’t want you to die too."

Chen Pingan rested his elbow on the handle of the dragon chair, leaning his body and sitting lazily. "If you don't say anything, I will just kill him casually."

Then some people began to expose the details of another Qi practitioner.

He is a cave realm monk from a rival sect.

The sect's foundation is not deep, the monk's level is not high, but he has done quite a lot of bad things.

It is carefully chosen by the one who speaks.

On the line between life and death, if you don't use your brain, will you go to the legendary Hades Palace of Hell to complain again?

The Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace is still brightly lit, making it difficult to tell the difference between day and night.

But the scene on the lake is already full of crescent moon and willow branches, quiet and peaceful.

The lights and lanterns in Suijia City have been turned off early, and every household has stayed behind closed doors, not daring to add more light at night to cause trouble.

Bibo separated, and a young swordsman in white clothes walked out with a sword on his back. Next to him was the Lord of Cangjun Lake who had taken a reassurance.

As for the Dragon Palace, they had been arguing for so long, and in the end, most of them died, not the half that had been agreed upon in advance.

Of all the people who were lucky enough to survive, none of them thought that this swordsman master had a bad temper. He himself had survived, and he was still not satisfied?

Chen Ping'an had a crystal clear porcelain bottle in his hand, with turquoise water rippling inside. This bottle carried the essence of water, which was rare and valuable, and it was like a timely rain for him.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Mr. Hu, do you think your luck is good or bad?"

Lord Hu, who had lost the beautiful purple robe, smiled and said: "I don't think about this at all. From now on, I, Lord Cangjun Lake, will definitely protect this land and water. If it's too long, I don't dare to lie with my words, so I will just follow the instructions honestly." The Sword Immortal’s instructions are to protect the waters of Cangjun Lake. The weather has been smooth for a hundred years without any natural disasters. As for man-made disasters, I still follow the Sword Immortal’s instructions and let it go.”

"Talking nonsense? This is a good statement among you water gods."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "And that thing, don't forget it."

Lord Yin of the Lake lowered his head and clasped his fists and said, "You must remember this in your heart. Just don't worry, Sword Immortal. If it doesn't work, Sword Immortal will return from his travels next year and pass by Cangjun Lake. He will kill me with one more sword."

The white-robed swordsman just walked away with his sword.

Lord Cangjun Lake, who was not only missing his dragon robe, but also missing the dragon chair, didn't straighten up for a long time. Only after Yue touched the young swordsman more than a hundred miles away did he let out a long breath.

I never thought that as long as I survived, I would feel extremely happy.

The great road is impermanent, nothing more than this.

When the Sword Immortal was in the main hall of his Dragon Palace earlier, why did he feel like he was a city god with clear rewards and punishments?

Strange.

This is probably the true swordsman in the legend.

The two female cultivators escaped from the water and came to the lake. When Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, saw that beautiful face again, he felt that his eyes were burning just by looking at it. It was all caused by these monks from Baodong Wonderland. Disaster!

The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, snorted coldly and fled away from the water.

The little girl in emerald green dress complained: "That sword fairy is so greedy for money. After he got the fairy golden crown from Patriarch Fan, he didn't even let it go on Master Yan's head! That's all, I still have the nerve to ask if I have Xiaoshu money. Guyu Qian, it’s true that I’m right in not admiring sword immortals. This kind of sword immortal has no charm at all like a sword immortal!”

It turns out that Yan Qing no longer has a golden crown on his head.

She held the girl's hand and looked into the distance with a dazed expression. Then she smiled and said, "Yes, why does Cui girl admire such a person?"

The girl hugged Yan Qing's arm, shook it gently, and asked charmingly: "Sister Yan, why don't we return to Baodong Wonderland with the disciples? The world outside is so dangerous."

Yan Qing suddenly smiled and said: "Girl Cui, let's not go back to the teacher's gate first, let's go to the world?"

The girl thought for a while, and her smile blossomed, radiantly, "Okay, I've been wanting to drink secretly for a long time!"

When the birds and beasts of the Dragon Palace monks at Cangjun Lake dispersed.

The immortal in white entered the city with his sword, but he didn't go directly to the haunted house.

Instead, he put his sword behind his back and landed in a dark alley. He bent down and picked up a small summer coin. He held the money in one hand and slapped his forehead with a folding fan on the other. With a sad face, he seemed to be ashamed and murmured: "This kind of money" Picking up money with dirty hands? You have made such a huge fortune in the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the lake. It’s not that big of a deal. Forget it, that’s right. If you don’t pick it up, it’s nothing. Don’t worry, I haven’t been a good cultivator for so many years. , I make money, I cultivate, I practice boxing, whoever does worse is the son or grandson. It is difficult to kill the Nascent Soul and ascend to heaven. When competing with myself, have I ever lost? Well, I have lost, and it’s quite miserable. But At the end of the day, am I not the best?"

I am afraid that only Jiang Shangzhen or Yang Ningxing from Chongxuan Department can understand these words.

With his long sleeves waving, the sword fairy in white walked leisurely back to the ghost house.

Occasionally, the door gods passing through the door would have a little spiritual light, and they would immediately retreat and hide.

Tiptoeing, he climbed over the wall and landed in the yard.

After Chen Pingan landed, he narrowed his eyes instantly.

Du Yu was startled, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime. He quickly spread out his hand, revealing the military armor pill that he could buy for who knows how many pairs of Shenren Chenglu Armor in his palm. Although his teeth were chattering, he still poured the beans out of the bamboo tube and complained. Said: "Senior, a guy who first called himself Zhou Fei, and then said his name was Jiang Shangzhen, said he was a good brother of senior, snatched the child away, I cast a body-holding technique on him, and he couldn't move all over. No, he also said that the little orphan had the qualifications to practice, so he brought it back to Aquarius Continent and asked senior not to worry and just travel to the north with peace of mind."

Chen Pingan nodded, picked up the sword fairy and waved it casually, nailing the sword and scabbard into a corridor column, then sat on a bamboo chair, fastened the sword gourd, Feijian Fifteen happily swept into it, Chen Pingan lay back and said slowly: "I understand. Just keep this Golden Crow Armor Pill. It's yours. There's no need to be polite to that guy. He's rich anyway. If you have more money, it'll be hot for him."

Du Yu was so happy that after holding it in for a long time, he still couldn't hold back his smile. He could finally sit on the small bench with peace of mind and carefully look at the priceless military armor pill.

Chen Ping'an glanced at him and smiled, "I won't stay here long. You will come with me out of the city when the time comes, and then we will go our separate ways. But I have agreed with you in advance that I will only control your life and death in the future. It can be said that you are not destined to die. I have already told Mr. Cangjun Lake that after this trip to the north, you will return to the south in the future. For you, it is a talisman, but it is still not a life-saving talisman. If I’m not wrong about Suijicheng’s plan, there is not one great monk behind it, but two. Fortunately, one of them is most likely related to Mengliang Kingdom. He has already succeeded. He has a reason to kill me... , but it may not be too persistent. Of course, the better situation is that they don't take action against me, and I don't die in the north. That amulet will always be effective. After all, I am not your ancestor. Then you, Du Yu, will die on your own. May you be blessed. So if you are beaten to death one day, at least Nascent Soul will take action, and I will try my best to avenge you."

Some words.

Chen Ping'an still didn't say anything.

For example, Jiang Shangzhen never acts sloppily when doing things.

Maybe besides meeting Du Yu, there might be something else that Jiang Shangzhen didn't bother to talk to outsiders about.

This guy who was born as an authentic Genealogy Immortal Master was a Genealogy Immortal Master who Chen Pingan felt was even more wild than a wild cultivator.

As for Shu Jian Hu Gong Liu Dao Liu Laocheng, Qingxia Island Liu Zhimao and other wild cultivators, Chen Pingan knew very well how difficult they were, not to mention Jiang Shangzhen was... rich.

Chen Ping'an wasn't sure who had more magic weapons when he met Cui Dongshan.

I guess the two of them each held a small stool to eat melon seeds, and then didn't do anything. They just had a magic weapon for each person. You hit it and I threw it. Can we chat all night?

So I still need to make more money.

In addition to the child who inexplicably "fell into the money nest", it was considered a favor owed by Chen Ping'an, not a small one.

This made Chen Ping'an feel helpless.

After Du Yu thought about it carefully, he carefully put the Jinwujia Pill into his sleeve. Damn it, it was so heavy. He smiled brightly and said: "Senior, I, Du Yu, am not boasting. I have experienced so many things with you, now. I'm so brave!"

Chen Pingan looked at Du Yu.

Du Yu chuckled, "I can pull him down!"

I have said it myself first, without having to worry about my seniors.

Chen Pingan opened the folding fan, shook it gently, and said with a bright smile: "Hey, after meeting Jiang Shangzhen, brothers Du Yu have become very good at it."

Du Yu smiled mischievously and said, "Don't dare, don't dare. Senior Jiang is a friend of the same generation as the senior. I, the junior among the juniors, can't even catch him."

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and smiled: "It's starting to disgust people again."

Du Yu scratched his head.

After dawn, the senior asked him to do a strange thing, and go to a store in Suijia City to buy Spring Festival couplets, painted door gods and the characters spring and blessing.

Du Yu was uneasy, not because he was afraid that people would throw excrement on him as soon as he went out, but because he was afraid that the mountain gods like Ancestor Fan and Lord Ye would take advantage of him and seize the opportunity to slap him to death and run away.

Du Yu didn't dare to ask more about the outcome of Senior's trip to Cangjun Lake last night unless Senior himself said it.

Du Yuzhan tremblingly went to buy some items that he had never touched in his life. Not only did he pay the bill, but he also gave some extra silver as a reward.

Damn it, I have to be kind and kind to others every day!

If he scared any kid on the street, Du Yu would take the initiative to admit his mistake.

Returning to the ghost house with smooth wind and water, Du Yu stood outside the door, carrying a package and wiping his sweat. The world was dangerous and murderous, and it turned out that it was better to stay closer to his senior to feel at ease.

Everyone Du Yu met on the road at this moment was a master who had hidden his secrets.

Then the senior took the package and without Du Yu's help, he started posting couplets about the door god and the words "spring" and "blessing" all by himself.

When the senior finished pasting the last word "spring", he raised his head and was speechless.

Du Yu remembered for no reason that his predecessor once said "the spring breeze comes once", and said that this is the best saying in the world and should not be misused.

The two left the haunted house.

The senior went to the ruins of the Fire God Temple. Wherever he went, the people dispersed in a rush, as fearful as jackals, tigers and leopards.

The senior squatted on the ground at the ruins of the main hall, twisted out three sticks of incense, put it on the ground, and said with a smile: "I can't fulfill your wish and fall down as soon as you close your eyes, but I still want you to come back and accompany me. Heartfelt. Next time we meet, after scolding me, don’t forget to buy me a drink.”

Du Yu didn't know why his senior said that. Could this god of the Fire God Temple, who was so dead that he could not die any longer, still be alive? Even if the ancestral temple can be rebuilt, the local government reshapes the clay statues, and does not clear the landscape ultimatum for the Yinping court, how much incense and how many pious prayers from the people of Suijia City will be needed to rebuild the golden body?

After the two left Suijia City together.

After walking through the mountains and rivers for some time, one day, the senior who had no longer worn a bamboo hat and a green shirt took out his bamboo hat and hiking pole again, and carried the heavy bamboo box on his back, but he was still wearing a snow-white suit. robe.

Chen Ping'an handed Du Yu two pages of paper, "One is called the Yang Qi Lantern Talisman, and the other is called the Barrier Breaking Talisman. From now on, whether you walk around the world or do good or evil is your own business, Du Yu, but if you encounter some You can only use these two kinds of talismans if you can do unnecessary things, such as being a martial arts knight with a warm heart, or being a Qi practitioner who kills demons and eliminates harm for the people. Greedy, after learning how to draw talisman, treat them as two pieces of waste paper, can you do it? Think about it, and then decide whether to accept it or not. If you accept it, remember to destroy it after reading it. If you don’t accept it, just leave, no Hurry up."

Du Yu took the two pieces of paper without hesitation, "Senior, don't worry, just like what senior said, life and death are all brought by yourself. I took these two pieces of paper today and will learn the immortality taught by my senior in the future." Fu Lu, as long as we are not in a certain death situation and have the courage to do so, I, Du Yu, will definitely do it!"

The man smiled and patted Du Yu on the shoulder, "Very good."

Du Yu actually had tears in his eyes.

Watching the senior's figure gradually disappearing.

Du Yu suddenly asked: "Since senior is a swordsman, why don't you travel far away with a sword?"

The man just held on to his bamboo hat, waved his hand, and continued to move forward.