Sword comes

The old scholar stomped his feet and said angrily: "It's just that villains and women are hard to raise. The ancients never deceived me."

The tall woman twirled the snow-white lotus leaf that she picked from no one knew where, and she was full of murderous intent. Although she still had a smile on her face, no matter how she looked at it, she looked chilly.

The circular sword array that spread ten miles away was instantly closed, and it only surrounded the riverside and cliffs. At the same time, the sword energy became more and more fierce and amazing. The avenue of nothingness flowing invisibly between,

The old scholar shrank his neck, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and immediately gained confidence, and asked loudly: "Fighting is fine, but don't worry if we can change our style of fighting, my request can be accompanied by Chen Ping'an to ensure that it is reasonable, as you wish"

The tall woman was silent, and suddenly saw the old man winking at her.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

On the mouth of the well in the inn, the young man put his fingers together as a sword, pointing to the bottom of the well.

The rainbow light created by the first ray of sword energy gradually faded away in the old well. The "small" sword energy, after leaving the Qifu acupoint, condenses its essence, like a rainstorm, smashing crazily on a piece of "ground", and this ground that has been hit by the rainstorm is like the mirror surface of a round mirror.

Of course, Chen Pingan would not know that it is called Leibusi Yinjing, and it has an extraordinary origin and a long history

After the fall of a heavenly emperor who was in charge of thunder law in ancient times, the gods of the thunder department took advantage of the situation and divided up the power of thunder, the ancestor of all magic, and each controlled a part of the power of thunder. Except for the god of Leibu who reported the spring, many other gods have long been reduced to the existence of mountains, rivers and rivers. They are either bound by the saints of the three religions and are not allowed to step out of the "Thunder Pond", or they are often treated like Fengxue Temple Zhenwu Mountain. Military strategists of the same class, or some Taoist sects, use thunder magic talismans and the art of inviting gods to come and go as soon as they are called.

As for this Leibu Siyin mirror, the owner was once one of the righteous gods of Leibu. Although it has suffered many catastrophes, from the mirror to the inside, it has long been dilapidated. Monks can break.

The young man in white in the ancient well, whose figure has been suppressed for more than a foot, still firmly pressed his hands and shoulders against the bottom of the mirror, was hit by the sword energy, and the mirror vibrated unceasingly, breaking and shattering, but was quickly crushed. The residual lightning contained in the mirror is automatically restored to its original appearance.

The sword attack is like an iron cavalry chiseling an array, and the mirror defense is like an infantry defending to the death.

The two wear off each other, it depends on who loses momentum earlier.

The young Cui Chan gritted his teeth, his face was covered with blood, blurring that handsome face, he had no extra strength to speak harshly at this moment, and could only silently say in his heart: "After this storm of sword energy, I will definitely be a hundred times stronger when I go up." It’s definitely possible to return it, the momentum of the sword rain has changed from prosperity to decline, I just need to hold on for a while, Chen Pingan, you wait.”

Although the young man at the bottom of the well was unabated, his blood-soaked appearance was really desolate.

Even if it was the bleak years when he betrayed his teacher, he traveled all the way, left the Shenzhou of the Middle Earth, went to the big continent to the south, and finally chose to settle in the Dongbao Pingzhou with the smallest territory. Tens of thousands of miles away, how could he be free and easy along the way, monsters, monsters, ghosts and sprites, who could make him so embarrassed

You know, Cui Chan, a traveler before becoming the master of the Great Li Kingdom, used to have a catchphrase that is difficult to be elegant. .”

Cui Chan, the young man carrying the mirror, continued to fall, but the magnitude gradually became smaller.

The mirror can still hold on, but there is a constant flow of sword energy around the mirror, soaked by the continuous sword energy, the young man's body is already on the verge of collapse.

With a thought, he slipped out a life-saving talisman from the bottom of the box from his sleeve. He had kept it for many years, and when he used it at this time, his heart ached so much that his face was a little grim.

The golden talismans first stuck to the cuffs of the white clothes, and then melted in an instant. Soon, the surface of Cui Chan's white clothes was covered with golden runes. After listening carefully, there were Buddhist Sanskrit sounds, and the white clothes rolled like water patterns. Cui Chan, a young man, has a solemn appearance.

This talisman is very special. If gold powder and cinnabar are the most important materials for drawing talismans, then there are some rare materials that cannot be found. Once the talisman is made, the various effects contained in the talisman are wonderful. It is to use the golden blood of an arhat with a golden body from a Western Buddhist country as the main material for drawing symbols, and this eminent monk almost became a Bodhisattva, so the blood appears golden, poured into the gold powder, and on the surface of the symbol. Writing the Diamond Sutra scriptures on it can be turned into a diamond amulet with infinite Dharma, which can resist even the blow of the land sword fairy.

How can young Cui Chan not feel distressed

After sacrificing this priceless life-saving talisman, the young man made some calculations in his mind, and easily calculated that the sword energy would at most shatter the mirror, but the mirror itself would not be damaged. Among them, lightning is introduced into the mirror, and within a few years, the Leibusi Yin mirror can be restored to its original state.

As a result, Cui Chan was determined, tilted his arm slightly, and wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately, "It's a shame, it almost broke the foundation of my body."

Cui Chan closed his eyes and began to gather momentum silently.

Just waiting for a certain critical moment when the sword energy is about to dissipate, it is the time for him to kill the mouth of the well.

Of course he wouldn't wait for all the sword energy to dissipate.

If he waited until the sword energy completely disappeared, once Chen Ping from above found out that he was not dead, the mud legs in Niping Lane would not be able to say, there would really be follow-up sinister tricks.

After all, the self at this time, whether it is cultivation or body, can't stand any unexpected "scrutiny".

The road is really muddy and rough

The young man felt great hatred in his heart.

The trip to the small town at the beginning was what the national teacher Cui Chen thought was the final battle. Because it involved the opportunity to prove the Tao, he did not hesitate to strip his mind and soul in half, live in another body, and left Dali generously with the image of a young man. the capital.

Originally, I thought that even if we couldn’t break the lineage of Mr. Wen Sheng and his younger brother Qi Jingchun’s literary fortune, he could still use the young man in Niping Lane as the object of visualization, borrowing stones from other mountains to drill jade, sharpen his mind, and make up for the most lacking state of mind. Help yourself to break through the tenth realm in one go, and you are expected to return to the peak cultivation base of the twelveth realm, and even use Dali to promote your knowledge. As long as his own work and knowledge can spread throughout the half-continent, he can make great strides. However, if the students of Confucianism in the land of one continent are all my disciples of Cui Chan, the benefits will be unimaginable.

From the point of view at the time, no matter how it was calculated, Cui Chan was able to remain invincible, nothing more than the difference in the size of the profit.

But it never occurred to him that Qi Jingchun's true direct disciples were not Zhao Yao who gave away the seal of spring, Song Jixin who gave away only books left, or even Lin Shouyi, who was the seed of reading for young people like Lin Shouyi.

It's the little girl named Li Baoping, who is a woman. How can a woman inherit the culture?

What's more, Qi Jingchun did not expect Qi Jingchun to accept apprentices on behalf of his teacher, and donated the relics of his mentors, Cui Chen and Qi Jingchun, Wen Sheng, to the young Chen Pingan.

In this way, not only the cultural context was not cut off, but the torch was passed on to Li Baoping's generation, and Cui Chan, who had deceived his master and ancestor and betrayed his sect, was once again tied to Wen Sheng because of Chen Ping'an.

This caused Cui Chan, who mistakenly believed that the winning ticket was in his hands, to be completely shattered in an instant. Coupled with the invisible traction of cultural luck, he fell to the fifth level of cultivation as soon as he fell. The mysterious technique of the divine way made up for a loophole in a secret technique that Cui Chen himself studied, and he was able to quickly nourish his soul, like a spring on a dead tree, and his cultivation base began to flow back and rise.

But this secret method has a fatal flaw. The accumulated cultivation is an "illusion", and it will be returned to its original form after being used up once.Unless one breaks through the ten realms in one breath and enters the upper five realms, one can "falsely pretend to be true while the real is also false".

When he arrived at the Qiulu Inn in the county town, the "illusion" realm of the young Cui Chan had actually approached the Nine Realms again. Only then did he have the opportunity to invite a golden body of a Confucian sage by means of "inviting the gods" of the military strategist.The realm is false, but the means are true.That's why Hanshi Jiangshuishen was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were splitting. Otherwise, with the green-robed man leading the Northland water transport for hundreds of years and the city, without suffering enough, how could he be tamed like a small stream catfish by Cui Chan?

Down the well.

The sword energy of the torrential rain pouring down from the mouth of the well was still aggressive, and the sword light was splashed everywhere by the mirror.

The boy in white had almost stepped on the bottom of the waterway at the bottom of the well. The water in the well and the groundwater in the city connected to the river had already been evaporated by the sword energy.

The young Cui Chan began to count down in his heart.

He didn't want to kill Chen Ping'an, it was absolutely true, at least for the time being.

Because Cui Chan is more like a tug of war, hoping to pull the young man onto his own way.At least in the short term, not only will Cui Chan not harm Chen Pingan, but he will try his best to help Chen Pingan increase his cultivation base. Ping An is lucky, and there is hope to inherit Cui Chan's mantle in the future, and Cui Chan will not refuse.

But Cui Chan really wanted to kill Li Baoping.

Because once this little girl grows up in the future, and Cui Chan is still involved with Chen Pingan after all, the more Li Baoping suffers from infamy and exclusion, Cui Chan's Dao cultivation will be more or less affected, which is very important for the pursuit of perfection. For Cui Chan, it was absolutely unbearable.

The young Cui Chan felt that this was an unwarranted disaster.

Even if I think of another bad guy with ulterior motives, if I want to kill you, Chen Pingan, why bother pretending to be a grandson all the way is obviously harmless to you.

Why do you, Chen Pingan, want to kill me because of a little guesswork?

Why do you think that I will have evil intentions for the three children, and you can kill people without any delay?

Then what kind of gentleman are you, a gentleman? Qi Jingchun has always admired a gentleman, why is you, who is valued by Qi Jingchun, so unreasonable? Why did the old man let me learn from you? In terms of status, I, Cui Chan, am superior to a sage and a gentleman, and you, Chen Pingan, do things with your heart. The old man's vision is really as bad as ever.

Qi Jingchun helped you pick and choose, doesn't it mean you picked a second Cui Chan?

Cui Chan, a young man whose feet touched the slate, continued to count down in his heart, waiting for an opportunity to move.

There was a burst of joy in my chest at the same time.

Haha, it's better, it means that after I get out of the predicament, I will torture you slowly, at least I will let you Chen Ping'an survive and save your life, and you will follow me on that road in the future, and it will be more natural smooth.In this way, your kid's luck is not too bad.

Furthermore, the textual imprisonment that old man planted on Cui Ping's body was only aimed at Chen Ping'an alone. Other actions were not restricted.This is barely in line with the old man's knowledge, and he pays attention to tracing back to the source of everything, and only after the source is cleared can he spread his branches and leaves in moral articles and dealing with people in the world.

In the future, I, Cui Chan, want you to see with your own eyes how the little girl named Li Baoping, Qi Jingchun's direct descendant, died in front of you, and I want you to know what the Great Dao Controversy is and why she died

the time has come

Cui Chan's arms that were holding the mirror were already bloody and bloody, and the bones were visible, but he didn't care, "The sword is like a rainbow, right? The waterfall hangs upside down. Let me open it."

But at the moment before Cui Chan thought he had succeeded, there was only such a slight difference. The boy in straw sandals, with his feet rooted and standing firmly on the mouth of the well, finally gained momentum. into the bone marrow, so he could only tremble slightly: "Go."

The second waterfall poured down.

Your uncle's Chen Pingan, I was killed here by you.

This was the only thought on the young Cui Chan's mind at that time.

Chen Pingan was teetering on the wellhead.

before this.

Chen Ping sat in the gazebo for the second time tonight. At that time, he and Li Baoping, who had woken up from a nightmare, were sitting opposite each other in the gazebo. There was a breeze blowing the small gazebo for no reason.

The young man felt sad when he remembered this incident, and at the same time, he followed Li Baoping and closed his eyes, listening carefully to the sound of the iron horse wind bell under the eaves.

At that time, the young man told himself silently, "Mr. Qi, if the sound of the wind chime under the eaves is an even number, let it go and put up with the one surnamed Cui. But if it is an odd number, I will take action."

Ding dong, ding dong, ding ding dong.

After the seventh beep, there was no more sound.

So after the little girl in the red padded jacket left the gazebo, the boy stood on the edge of the well.

Earlier, before the straw sandal boy left the town.

At that time, under the reminder of old man Yang, Chen Pingan left Yang's shop with an umbrella, and went to Mr. Xueshu who visited old man Yang and gave him two mountain watermarks with the umbrella.

One big and one small walk on the small street.

"A gentleman can be bullied. You can say this to Senior Yang and the others."

"In the future, if you are undecided, you can ask Chunfeng. Well, as long as you keep this sentence in your heart, you may need it in the future. But I hope you don't need it."

After saying this, the scholar with frosty temples, who was rarely as rigid and serious as when he was teaching knowledge in the school, blinked, looked at the boy, and smiled warmly.

When the boy left the town with the little girl.

There is the last bit of soul of a Confucian scholar in green clothes, after going to a certain big cave in Tianwaitian, returning to the human world, walking side by side with the boy in straw sandals and the little girl in red padded jacket, and then stopped. Looking at the backs of that junior brother and his own disciple, they stopped seeing each other off.

When the scholar waved his hands silently to say goodbye at the end, with this gentle waving of his sleeves, a spring breeze lingered around the young man, silently and lingering for a long time.

in the well.

Together with the Leibusi Yin mirror, the young Cui Chan was slammed back to the bottom of the well, curled up, lying on the extremely dry bluestone floor, trying to hide under the mirror.

Although he tried his best and was making the last dying struggle, in fact, in the bottom of Cui Chan's heart, all thoughts were lost.

The mirror shook violently, bringing the young man in white clothes below him, the huge impact force, and the "water flow" of the sword energy flowing through the mirror surface, brought a huge burning sensation to the young man's body, and he began to lose consciousness.

The moment you close your eyes.

The confinement that the old scholar had imprinted on the spirit of the young Cui Chan had disappeared.

The young man in white was refreshed, like a person after a long drought and rain, he is extraordinarily energetic, how dare Cui Chen spare any energy, and when he doesn't work hard at this time, when will he wait, "Haha, God help me, old man, you will appear like this You will never die if you make such a mistake, you will be self-defeating one day, it is really God helping me, Cui Chan, there is no unparalleled road.”

I saw big golden characters full of awe-inspiring righteousness, and Cui Chan, who was distorted by pain, was stripped out of his soul bit by bit. This kind of pain that makes people have nowhere to hide is worse than a thousand cuts. Comes horribly.

But Cui Chan's mind became clearer and clearer, "The sages teach, and the way is conveyed in words", and the white-clothed boy drove those temporarily unowned golden characters to hit the sword-qi waterfall.

The golden characters and the sword energy collided with each other.

There is no momentum at all, but the more silent it is, the more shocking and suffocating it is.

It is no longer the scope of any struggle for strength and power, but just another form of battle for the great way.

this waterfall.

After all, it was just a ray of "extremely small" sword energy.

And those golden words were only temporarily borrowed by others.

The two were at a stalemate, and in the end it seemed as if they were going to hit an evenly matched situation by chance.

It's like two armies confronting each other, and one loses both, and the whole army is wiped out.

After Cui Chan sensed the opportunity, he didn't sit still for a long time. He began to sit up carefully, then squatted up bit by bit, and finally he was bent down and stood up.

He moved to one side, and the mirror instantly tilted, pouring the last sword energy to the other side of the inner wall of the wellhead. The young man in white simply threw away the ancient mirror. It disappeared, only the gloomy voice of extreme resentment echoed in the ancient well: "Even if you have the third sword energy now, it's too late for you."

Standing at the mouth of the well, Chen Ping'an stood on a stake with a sword furnace in both hands. After the last sword energy left, he was ready to meet the enemy with fists.

In the preface of the opening chapter of the book Shaking the Mountain, it clearly stated: "Those who will practice my Mountain Shaking Fist in future generations, even if they face the ancestors of the three religions, must remember that our boxing skills can be weak, and the power of victory can be lost. Fist will never retreat"

at the same time.

In the Yajing small courtyard, the little girl in the red padded jacket woke up again in the house, not from a nightmare, but from being slapped awake by a locust tree sword.

The dazed Li Baoping suddenly widened his eyes. The wooden sword that broke through the window before quickly carved a character Qi in the air, and then swished towards the door. Jumped out of bed, didn't wear boots, ran barefoot, opened the door, followed Mu Jian to the room where the little master lived, because Chen Pingan hadn't come back, so he didn't tie the door, and was knocked open by Fei Jian earlier Now, Li Baoping followed Feijian and rushed into it, and saw it pointing to the basket.

Finally, Li Baoping took out a seal hidden by the little martial uncle under Fei Jian's pointing. After opening it, he found that it was the seal of "Meditation and Satisfaction" that the junior martial uncle had only seen her secretly once. Only then did he "nod" vigorously, and quickly flew out of the house.

The little girl tightly grasped the static seal that Mr. Fang gave her to her junior uncle, followed the pagoda tree sword that appeared in the back basket inexplicably, and ran all the way to the gazebo. She jumped out of the pavilion familiarly and ran to the junior uncle. On the other side of the mouth of the well.

In an instant, the seal in Li Baoping's hand broke free from her palm, swiftly flew towards the mouth of the well, higher than her little uncle's head, and then gave a very dull slap.

Above the mouth of the well, someone was heartbroken: "Come again, Qi Jingchun, I'll fuck you, uncle, you won't let go of your bloody hell!"

He saw a white-clothed boy appearing inexplicably above the mouth of the well. He was hit hard by a seal on the forehead, and he flew upside down and fell to the ground.

The young man in white, who was completely cultivated, murmured just before he passed out, "Qi Jingchun, if you are ruthless, I admit defeat."