Sword comes

The small green sword resting on the palm is named Fifteen.

Why does Chen Ping feel that choosing a name is more sloppy than himself.

Chen Pingan could clearly feel a cool breath that penetrated into his skin, but afterward it made people feel warm, his whole body was warm, as if he was basking in the winter sun.Chen Pingan noticed that the mysterious breath flowed slowly along the meridians in the body through various Qifu acupoints, and finally chose to stop at the place where a ray of sword energy was hidden before, and swept into it. In the empty "mansion" It circled leisurely, echoing the other acupoint where the silver sword embryo rests.

Old man Yang exhaled smoke rings, nodded and said: "To my surprise, this sword is still destined to be with you. It shouldn't be so smooth. I still want to send the Buddha to the west. Feijian first surrendered in one of your acupuncture points, and then relied on your perseverance to make it obey your orders."

Using magical powers, the old man saw the unusually docile and serene flying sword in Chen Ping's Qi Mansion. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "I'm really curious. I want to ask you two questions. Whether you want to answer them or not is up to you. Chen Ping'an You have been practicing boxing for so long, and you have only stepped on the threshold of the three realms with one foot, whether you are in a hurry or not, and then you are practicing boxing, did you have any thoughts that support you to this day?"

Chen Pingan replied honestly: "I will be anxious, but I know that it is useless to be anxious, because it is the same as firing porcelain, the more anxious the more mistakes, so I don't think too much. Sometimes I can't stop thinking, so I let myself Keep your head empty, rely on your instincts to walk the pile, or choose a place with a wide view, and practice the sword stove. If it still doesn’t work, I will read and practice calligraphy. If it doesn’t work, I will have nothing to do. How much money do you have now?"

Speaking of this, Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed.

Old man Yang's face remained normal, "Continue to the second question."

Chen Ping subconsciously straightened his back, didn't want to hide it, and didn't want to hide it at all, just like a pauper with no family, showing off the most valuable things in the house, full of unreasonable self-confidence, "I'm embroidering Jiang Shang had a fight with someone, and one thing became more and more certain, that is, when I felt that I was right, no matter who the opponent was, every time I punched, I could do it very quickly and every next time, it would only be faster."

Old man Yang asked: "I'll give you [-] punches and [-] punches soon, can you hit the corner of my clothes?"

Chen Pingan was not discouraged at all, and he blurted out naturally: "I compare myself first, I feel that I have a clear conscience, and then I compare myself with others."

Old man Yang hummed, "It's right for you to think so."

Ma Kuxuan, who is also from a small town, is the ultimate on another road, pursuing the true leader above ten thousand people and peers.It's not that Ma Kuxuan is too conceited, but that his talent is so good that he dare not think like that, which is a waste of money.If God doesn't take it, you will be blamed instead.

As for the boy in the back alley who just took off his jade hairpin, it should be on another road. He is not very conspicuous at first glance, but he is still not conspicuous when he looks at it again. Yes, and then most people stop paying attention.

Old man Yang said seriously: "I'll teach you two sets of formulas for controlling fifteen, one for warming and nourishing swords, and one for unlocking and closing doors."

Chen Pingan asked in advance: "There are two flying swords warming in the body at the same time, will there be no conflict?"

Old man Yang sneered and said, "Ruan Qiong doesn't have two natal swords. It's because he has to consume a lot of natural resources and treasures in order to forge swords and seek Taoism, as well as being distracted by some personal affairs. Otherwise, with his aptitude and family background, he will raise two more swords." It's all right. Flying Sword of Fate depends on the opportunity. If the time is not up, you can't ask for it in 100 years. The time has come, and you can't stop it. It's just the sword of life, not the battlefield. The more the better, the dream of sword cultivators Realm, it is said that one sword breaks all laws, why not say that two swords and three swords are the peak swordsmen who have truly attained the Tao. It is enough to have a flying sword that suits your heart, and more will be a burden. As for you, Chen Pingan, Practicing boxing is life-threatening, why practicing swords, I am too lazy to guess, but outside the mountains, magic weapons and the like, you are like saving copper coins, too much money, too tiring to carry in your pocket, will you?"

Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said, "How big is a fifteen-inch square, and how much can it hold?"

Old man Yang said with a smile: "It's about the same length, width and height as your locust tree sword. It's okay, and it's better than ordinary square-inch objects. A mountain of gold and silver can't fit in it, but at least you don't need to carry it on your back." Big bamboo baskets to go around the rivers and lakes. Remember, live things, don’t put them in square inches, such as the first piece of sword embryo, once you force it into it, it will break some of the rules of the cave, and it will be burnt together. Just feel sorry for yourself."

Afterwards, old man Yang taught Chen Pingan two sets of formulas and repeated them twice. After Chen Pingan memorized them in his heart, the old man continued to smoke the dry tobacco, and the smoke rose and curled up.

In the dark, Chen Pingan seems to have built a single-plank bridge with the jasper sword in that qi mansion, and being able to talk to it, that feeling is beyond words.

With a thought in Chen Ping's mind, his soul trembled slightly, and the flying sword came out through his body without any hindrance, but he couldn't stop, and went straight to old man Yang. It was as if the sword had hit a high wall, bounced back to Chen Ping'an in a daze, disappeared in a flash, and quickly slipped back to the Qi Palace, like a sulking child, unwilling to answer Chen Ping's call for life and death up.

Chen Pingan was a little panicked.

Old man Yang thought it was a bit funny, and said slowly: "The previous masters before the fifteenth year were not quite famous people, and I have never met such a stupid master like you. Yu Jian is so bad, so it naturally makes him feel ashamed. I don’t want to come out and show my face. It’s okay, as long as you practice hard, the connection between you will become closer in the future, and when you win its real approval, you, the master, will have more dominance, even if you want it to smash itself , It is not difficult to dissipate between heaven and earth."

Chen Pingan nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he can do things with his head down, he can do better, and Chen Pingan is not afraid.

What he is afraid of are those things that no matter how hard he tries, he can't do well, such as firing porcelain.

Old man Yang suddenly said: "Do you know why Shiwu is willing to share weal and woe with you knowing that your aptitude is mediocre? Because you thought of a crucial quick word. This is fundamentally connected with Shiwu's sword intent. The Fifteenth Flying Sword is fast, so fast that it catches all opponents off guard, seizes the opportunity, and becomes invincible."

Chen Ping suddenly realized, and at the same time thought that the reason why the sword embryo whose real name was "Xiaofengdu" offended him was that he hadn't realized its sword intent yet.

Old man Yang waved his hand, "Recently, don't move around, just wait quietly for news from Ruan Qiong."

Chen Pingan hesitated.

The old man said unhappily: "Let's not talk about whether I am willing to make an exception to accept the New Year's greetings. You kid can come up with something that I like. Take a step back and talk. Even if there is something I like, you are willing to go and say it." After finishing the business, hurry back to Luopo Mountain and stay there. As for the belongings you left at the blacksmith shop, I will have someone bring them to you. You are too conspicuous and inappropriate to appear near the sword furnace."

Knowing the old man's temper, Chen Pingan got up and left the Yang's medicine shop without dragging his feet.

Just as he stepped out of the medicine shop gate, Chen Pingan couldn't help but turned around and went back, passed the side room, and saw the old man who was sitting there swallowing a cloud, Chen Pingan bowed to the old man.

Old man Yang accepted it calmly.

After Chen Pingan left again, the old man tapped on the yellowed bamboo stem tobacco, his thoughts fluttering.

Over the long years, the old man secretly made countless deals. Even today, he is still not very optimistic about that boy.Someone's life is really good, so good that it can be described as a blessing, and it will often continue to be good until a certain bad life comes, and the land falls and the ground cracks, which is so epic.But fate is hard, it is still difficult to stand out, ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs, how high I really want to go, it is difficult, it is easy to be distanced by those heaven's favored ones, and I can only follow other people's buttocks to eat dust .

Chen Ping'an is like a weed next to the crop field under the eyes of an old man, being crushed down again and again in the wind and rain, lingering on his last breath, maybe a dirt dog doesn't like to step aside when he pees, but whenever the spring breeze blows, every New Year's day new ambience.

Therefore, old man Yang is willing to follow the trend, so he might as well make a bet on this young man who was originally the least optimistic. It is a small gamble for fun. Losing will not hurt his muscles and bones, and winning will be an extra surprise.

If your life is good, you have to go all out.

Hard life, more stamina.

But old man Yang knows the trend of the general trend, a world of great controversy, a hundred schools of thought contending, and the rise of all heroes will be a "big year" for geniuses to emerge, which will never happen in a thousand years.

On the road of cultivation, step by step slowly, it is really difficult for you, Chen Pingan, to stand out from the crowd.

Chen Ping walked on the side street and said to himself: "Fifteen, I'm sorry to make you lose face. In the future, I will try my best to practice Yujian formulas, and try not to make a fool of myself like today."

Chen Pingan was indeed a little guilty.

When others show kindness to him, if he can't do something, Chen Ping'an will have a bad conscience.

The green flying sword in the Qi Palace jumped slightly, and seemed to feel better instantly, forgiving Chen Pingan's lame control of the sword that made him laugh.

Chen Pingan couldn't help smiling, thinking that compared to the grumpy first day of junior high school, Fifteenth was much gentler, who was also the same natal flying sword.

As a result, just as Chen Pingan had such an idea, the sword embryo began to leave the lair on the first day of the junior high school, and the river was overwhelmed.

Fifteen noticed something strange, swished out of the Qi Mansion, swam all the way, quickly passed through many passes, and finally came to the "doorway" of the first day of junior high school, hanging in the air, circling gently, as if hesitating whether to pay a visit.

Chen Pingan couldn't move forward normally, so he had to move with difficulty and sat on the steps at the fork of the street.

Probably because Feijian Fifteen attracted attention, Jianyu Chuyi let Chen Pingan go.

Two natal flying swords that "meet people who are not good" hovered outside the inner door of Qi Mansion respectively, like a fierce confrontation, but also like a hesitant encounter.

Taking advantage of this gap, Chen Pingan quickly took a deep breath, took a short rest, and trotted towards Qilong Lane, called the boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in pink skirt, and returned to Luopo Mountain.

I don't see fifteen on the first day.

Broke up unhappily.

Near Zhenzhu Mountain, during the first day of the new year, Chen Pingan was beaten again, causing Chen Pingan to almost roll all over the floor, so he had to grit his teeth and squat on the ground, sweating profusely, and almost passed out with black eyes.Chen Ping can only fight his fate to turn the breathing method of eighteen stops. Now that the big bottleneck between June and Seven has been broken, Chen Ping can vaguely maintain that bit of clarity during the tug-of-war with the sword embryo, but for this reason The price to pay is to clearly perceive the great pain caused by all the shocks of the soul. This torture is no less than the pain of skinning and the pain of lingering.

Fifteen was about to make a move about this, but he still didn't leave the habitat, as if he was planning to watch the fire from the other side for the time being before making up his mind.

When the first day of junior high school returned to calm with satisfaction, Chen Ping'an had just been fished out of the water, and continued on his way staggeringly, staggering and staggering, but even Chen Pingan didn't realize it, invisible The fist flowing through his body became more and more solid.

In the mountains, there was a barefoot old man in ragged clothes, his eyesight was cloudy, he was running around like a headless fly, stumbling around, repeating "Where is my mister, where is my mister"

Suddenly, the crazy old man's eyes brightened a little. After looking around, he didn't stand up from the ground, let alone fly by the wind. Instead, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, carefully checked the trend of the mountain range, and then stepped forward. After walking out, he walked directly in front of the group of three people. The old man looked at the sweaty young man walking around and asked, "Is your name Chen Pingan?"

Chen Pingan tensed up, nodded and said, "Yes, what can the old man do for me?"

The little boy in Tsing Yi's eyes were dull, and his heart was as dead as gray.

Why, after leaving the small town, I thought it was the sky that let the birds fly away, and then walked on the remote path in the mountains, and started to punch my gods and monsters to death

The old man looked anxious, and hurriedly asked: "I am Cui Chan, I am Cui Chan's grandfather, and you are his husband now."

Chen Ping was stunned for a moment, and became more cautious, "It's sort of."

The old man spoke very fast, "How is he doing now, will he be bullied?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, but it was difficult to answer this question.Because the young national teacher Cui Chan, or Cui Dongshan who went to Shanya Academy, his life was really not good during that trip.Chen Pingan didn't want to deceive this down-and-out old man who claimed to be Grandpa Cui Chen, but he didn't dare to tell the truth. Subconsciously, Chen Pingan felt that the old man in front of him was very similar to the mountain-moving ape in Zhengyang Mountain before, but the only difference was that The cultivation bases of the two are different, as for the mountain-moving ape is taller, but the old man in front of him is taller, and Chen Pingan's morality is too low to tell the depth at all.

The old man just frowned, which made Chen Pingan and the two little guys feel a sense of suffocation. The old man snorted coldly: "Although you are my grandson's husband, I should respect you, but you are pure Wufu, how can I be my grandson's teacher? My grandson is in trouble. You, Mr., can't do anything but watch a play from a distance? No, absolutely not."

The scruffy old man's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he stared at Chen Pingan, "Take me to a place you think is safe, and I will help you."

Before Chen Pingan nodded and shook his head, the old man stood beside Chen Pingan, grasping Chen Pingan's shoulder with his five fingers like hooks, "Don't wait for me when you speak, I will wake up for an incense stick at most, don't waste time"

Chen Pingan was at a loss.

But the old man shook his shoulder casually, not only Chen Ping'an was heartbroken, but even the two flying swords of Chu Yi and Shi Wu were buzzing and wailing.After all, the power they can exert is closely related to Chen Pingan's realm, so there is no way to stop the old man's aggression at the moment.

The boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt didn't dare to move, not because they didn't want to, but because they couldn't.

It is said that the pure warriors who reach the top of the world, such as the mountain top of the ninth level, have a concentrated momentum, which is unstoppable like a sword, and just a shout can shatter the courage of the enemy, whether it is in the rivers and lakes or in the world. In the battlefield, it is not uncommon.

The old man yelled angrily: "Speak quickly and keep talking, I don't care if you are the husband of my grandson, I will break your hands and feet with one punch."

Chen Pingan's eyes were firm, and he gritted his teeth, ready to fight desperately to fight for a chance of survival for himself.

The old man looked at him, laughed loudly, let go of the young man's shoulders, took a step back, and laughed loudly: "Little boy, you have a bit of knowledge, not bad, it's a piece of good stuff that fell into the hands of other shitty martial arts masters. If you put your mind to carve you, you will not be able to become a big climate, but I am different."

Dressed in white clothes, Wei Bo appeared on the mountain road with an air of ecstasy. After a moment of silence, he said with a smile to Chen Pingan: "You might as well take this old gentleman to the bamboo building. If you agree, I will lead the way."

The old man looked at Wei Bo, "Hey, I haven't seen such a dog-like mountain god for a long time. It's interesting and interesting. When the old man regains some strength, I will definitely discuss with you when I have the opportunity."

Wei Bo laughed and said, "Sir, don't ask me to learn from you. You should polish your grandson's master's martial arts realm. I think it will be enough for you to be busy."

The old man had a sneering smile on his face, "Stop talking nonsense, take me to Chen Pingan's territory, what is it called Luopi Mountain, I know there is a place suitable for sharpening knives, lead the way"

Wei Bo was not annoyed at the old man's arrogance at all, he nodded with a smile, snapped his fingers, the landscape turned upside down, and a group of people instantly appeared outside the Mangosteen Building.

Chen Ping looked at Wei Bo, who nodded slightly.

The old man grabbed his shoulders, jumped to the second floor, led Chen Pingan and pushed the door in. The old man raised his brows and laughed happily: "It's a good place, it's a good place. Shichen is really not inferior to Dongtianfudi at all. Finally, he has the air of a gentleman from my family."

The old man took a few steps back, "Chen Pingan, can you endure hardship?"

Chen Pingan, who was inexplicable from the beginning to the end, subconsciously nodded and said: "It can be eaten."

The old man asked again: "If you eat or not, you will suffer a lot."

Chen Pingan dared not answer this question.

The old man was a little unhappy, and cursed and said: "Like a little girl, if you can do it, you can do it, if you can't do it, you can't do it, it's too unpleasant, if it's someone else, I really don't want to serve you."

Chen Pingan silently told himself that the old man in front of him is not very smart, so don't take it to heart, just let him say it.

The old man stepped forward with one foot, and made a simple boxing pose with one fist hanging forward and one fist retracted to the chest. It was simple, but it became amazing in an instant.

The old man said in a deep voice: "One can be a master only when one has to endure hardships. My generation of warriors wants to go up. Before reaching the top, I have to be a wild dog digging for food by the side of the road to survive. I have to tell myself that If you want to live happily, you have to fight with the Dao of Heaven and Earth, fight with the shit gods, fight with martial artists of the same generation, and finally fight with yourself for that breath."

"When you exhale this breath, it will change the color of the world, make the gods kneel and kowtow, and make all the warriors in the world think that you are above the sky."

At this moment, the white-haired old man whose image is clearly inferior to that of a beggar has an incomparable majesty and spirit.

The old man seemed to be telling the young man a truth.

The person in front of you is invincible