Sword comes

After Huang Que stopped his shoulders, Xie Shi put down his teacup, as if he was completely relieved, and said with a loud smile: "This is Da Li's way of hospitality?"

Cao Xi resentfully, a little embarrassed.

He wanted to kill this Xie Shi to be true, and then by the way involved a certain Taoist master behind Xie Shi, and then there would be a mess. The ancestral families of the two Aquarius Continents in Wushan, the unknown white jade building in Dali, Cui Chan, the powerful master of the Great Li Kingdom in the city, and so on. The natal porcelain, married at the same time and became in-laws, then found an opportunity to get away and watch the fire from the other side in comfort. After the sky fell, there was a tall man to support it, once and for all.

But Cao Xi didn't want to be a forest bird, so he confronted Xie Shi head-on first.

After sensing the appearance of the oriole, the well-informed Xu Ruo had already given up the idea of ​​drawing a sword, but after hearing Xie Shi's words, he became displeased and held the hilt again. The hero of the Mo family who was walking in Taoye Lane walked slowly towards the Xie family's old house, and said as he walked: "How about Dali's hospitality, I don't need to say anything, if it is really determined to be bad for you, the girl Zhigui doesn't care at all." Will appear in a small town, Xiaozhi moved with emotion and reason, and Dali did not do badly. But you thanked Shi Shi on the post station table, and your tone was not small, and you didn't take Dali seriously. Why, now relying on With the support of your patriarch, do you want to continue to show off your prestige? Okay, today I, Xu Ruo, will fight with you in a life-and-death battle just as Xu Ruo."

Xu Ruo walked to the door of Xie's house, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I, a Mohist child, promises a thousand gold, I, Xu Ruoruo, will only settle what happened between you and me today. Will find any trouble for you."

Cui Chan, Cao Xi, Ruan Qiong, Xu Ruo, Anonymous Wufu.The town is dominated by dragons and tigers, and these five people are respected, forming an invisible big net to jointly encircle and suppress Xie Shi.Logically speaking, Xu Ruo is the last person who would not be the first to strike. I never thought that in the end, it would be this Mohist ranger who is easy to talk to everyone. All-powerful ability.

Xie Shi frowned, looked towards the door of the mansion, and said in a deep voice: "Xu Ruo, are you really going to make a move?"

Xu Ruo patted the hilt of the sword, and said with a casual smile: "I haven't handed out a full sword. It's been a long time. I have warmed up two or three swords for this, and it's okay. I believe it will never disappoint Xie Tianjun."

For the first time, Xie Shi was a little bit hard to get off. If it was a personal grievance, in Juluzhou, Xie Shi would really let go of his hands and feet, but this time he went south across the continent, but it was not so simple.Being able to get him to do these unsatisfactory things is very self-explanatory. As a Taoist master of a continent, how could he swallow his anger and go south to return to his hometown just because he was coerced into giving his life?

Cao Xi gloated a little.

Xu Ruo is a well-known person who eats the soft but not the hard, and belongs to the group of rangers in the world with the best temper. Mystery, but everyone on the mountain and down the mountain believes in one thing. If they can live a long time and win a big name, then the more tempered a practitioner is, the more he will be surprised when he has a bad temper.

At this moment, an old man's voice resounded like Hong Zhong Da Lu resounded through Xie's old house, "Xu Ruo, don't fight with the old man, thank you, I'll leave it to the old man to practice, just to celebrate the old man's return to the tenth realm of martial arts!" , the opponent is not strong enough, and you won’t have fun fighting! If Xie Shi thinks that the old man is bullying others, bullying the few with more power, it doesn’t matter, the old man will have a hearty fight with the person behind the scenes, just like Xu Ruo, personal grievances , Live and die at your own risk!"

The pink oriole, which had been standing on Xie Shi's shoulder all the time, chirped softly and melodiously.

Xie Shi listened carefully, smiled knowingly, clasped his fists and said, "The old man said that I was not sincere enough to thank Shi, and there is no reason to buy and sell so hard! So the old man is on his way to Longquan County this time, and he said Personally help your Dali Dynasty, abduct..."

Xie Shi spoke up to this point according to the original words, his expression was a little stiff, and he wanted to hide it for the venerable, so he quickly changed his words: "He Xiaoliang, the Taoist 'Jade Girl' of Aquarius Island, has been invited, and I will spare you Da Li. In the future, you will turn against Shen Gaozong to show your sincerity. Therefore, the place where your Dali Song Clan really needs to pay attention is only one place in Zhenwu Mountain."

Cao Xi thought about it, and always felt something was wrong.But from Xie Shi's words, he couldn't find any faults.

Xie Shi looked towards the entrance of the mansion, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "If you want to fight, I will definitely accompany you when this matter is over!"

Then he shifted his direction, facing the mountain in the southwest, where the Luopo Mountain Bamboo House is located, "If you want to fight my master, you have to fight with me first, and I hope you understand. If you think it's me, thank you!" I really despise you..."

Xie Shi put away his fists, put his hands behind his back, and said with a sneer, "Then it's me, Xie Shi, who looks down on you!"

Xu Ruo put down a sentence, "It's a matter here, and I will accompany you."

On the other side of Luopo Mountain, the old man turned his head and looked at Cui Chan with a smile, and said, "What, when should I make a move? If it were normal, I couldn't bear it."

Cui Chan's expression was normal, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger lightly, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, and said slowly: "No hurry. It's just about business, and he asked for a lot of money, so I want to use your Nine Realms of Martial Dao to help His Majesty the Emperor." It’s just paying back the money on the spot. Since the boss behind the scenes showed up and made a big step back, there’s no need for Da Li to tear up his face with Xie Shi. Heh, Xie Shi has to sit on the hill north of Guanhu Academy in the future. Looking at this Lord Tianjun, after I leave the mountain, I still have to persuade Xu Ruo not to act emotionally for the time being, I have a little headache, a person like Xu Ruo can be strong without desire, what he believes is, alas, a headache."

The old man standing barefoot in the corridor looked at Cui Chen's side face and sighed, "You should not have become like this."

Cui Chan pointed to the distance, and said with a sneer, "I am Cui Chan. Your grandson Cui Yu was in the Sui Dynasty. He not only looks like a teenager, but also has a naive youthful disposition. It should be according to your preferences."

Cui Chan was in a bad mood, and suddenly said sharply: "Come out!"

The angry shout made the boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt shudder, and the boy in Tsing Yi was even more frightened so that the two trembled. Why, can't you just curse a few words secretly in your stomach?Can this be heard?When did Confucian sages become so powerful?

Fortunately, soon a slender jade-like man walked out of the quiet path outside the bamboo building. He was about 30 years old. A difficult character to get along with.He walked firmly to the outside of the bamboo building, bowed his head and clasped his fists towards the second floor, and said, "The Cui family's last seat is dedicated to Sun Shujian, pay homage to Master Dali, and our ancestors!"

Cui Chan's eyes were displeased, "That monk stopped you once, which saved your life, how dare you go into the mountains and come here?!"

At that time, Cui Chan quietly left the inn to meet the old man. In fact, he had already noticed the man hiding in the dark. Cui Chan didn't want to cause trouble, so he didn't kill anyone.

Sun Shujian's expression was serious, he kept his fists clasped, but he raised his head and looked at Master Dali, "There are people in the Cui family's ancestral house who are responsible for keeping an eye on the ancestors, and change them every ten years to prevent someone from secretly harming the ancestors. It’s been ten years. My ancestor left the south without authorization this time, and it’s also because I helped to pass on wrong information, falsely claiming that the ancestor is still stranded in the south.”

Cui Chan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "So you came here to ask for a reward?"

Although the man shook his head, he did not hide his burning eyes, and said loudly: "Don't dare! My Sun Shujian only hopes to learn boxing from the old ancestor! Even if his talent is limited, he can only learn a little bit, even if he dies, he will have no regrets!"

The barefoot old man smiled and said: "During the hundred years of desolation, when I occasionally woke up, I remembered a lot of guys like you. Most of them have higher cultivation levels than you, but they are all embroidered pillows. When it comes to talent and combat Li, it’s really not as good as you, a martial artist of the sixth realm who was born in a wild way, you don’t need to belittle yourself, maybe you choose to be relegated to me voluntarily, and burning a cold stove that has been cold for a hundred years is also your selfish plan of Sun Shujian, right?”

Sun Shujian looked like a real villain, nodded and said: "It is indeed my luck, hoping to rely on the favor of the ancestors to reach the sky in one step!"

"Oh? Ambitious, the Great Li Guoshi next to me might like you."

The old man pointed to Cui Chan beside him, then pointed to himself, and finally pointed to the pure martial artist downstairs, "You ungrateful bastard, since you still know that I am the ancestor of the Cui family, you dare to act like this, you are so brave Fat. Are you not afraid that I will punch you into mud when I am awake?"

Sun Shujian's eyes were determined, "I just know that if I don't take a chance, if I take a gamble, I will definitely regret it forever!"

Cui Chan squinted his eyes, taking a closer look at this young junior for the first time.

interesting.

Out of the corner of his eyes, the old man had a panoramic view of Cui Chan's expression, smiled, and lightly jumped down to the second floor. After standing still, behind the old man was the first floor of the bamboo building with the door closed. The miserable young man, the old man stared at the muscular priest of the last generation of the family, "If you want to learn boxing from this old man, you can't do it if you don't have any real skills. Do you dare to take a punch from this old man? Take it, don't talk about the nine realms, the eight realms are you If Sun Shujian can't catch what's in his bag, there will be no second punch."

The great opportunity was right in front of him, Sun Shujian still did not lose his mind, and asked straightforwardly: "Dare to ask the ancestor, what level of cultivation is used to punch?"

Cui Chan on the second floor smiled, he was indeed qualified to be his own pawn.

The old man on the first floor laughed wantonly, extremely cheerful, "You are at the sixth level, I don't bully others, I only reward you with a punch at the fifth level, how about it?"

The man stepped forward with one foot, retreated with the other, and put out his fist frame. A stream of fist flowed through his body like spring water in a stream, completely natural.

It is obvious that in terms of martial arts, the self-taught Sun Shujian not only has great perseverance, but also has a very good understanding. With his status as a field cultivator, it is very likely that in order to reach the height he is today, the peak martial artist of the six realms, the leader of a state The martial arts master who is rampant in the world has put in a lot of painstaking efforts unknown to outsiders.

Sun Shujian held his breath and concentrated, vaguely, he had a bit of everyone's demeanor, "I invite the ancestor to punch!"

Cui Chen suddenly sighed for no reason.

The barefoot old man stepped forward and punched him.

A simple and unpretentious punch hit Sun Shujian on the forehead.

Sun Shujian, who had no time to stop the old man, flew backwards tens of feet in an instant, lying in a pool of blood, his limbs twitched, and blood gushed out from his seven orifices. When he was dying, this young warrior with a heart as high as the sky stared at the sky , the eyes were full of doubts, resentment and resentment.

The girl in the pink skirt covered her eyes, not daring to watch this scene.

The little boy in Tsing Yi swallowed his saliva, look, isn't that just a punch to death?

Cui Chan on the second floor asked aloud, "Why is this so?"

The old man turned around and jumped back to the eaves of the second floor, "This kind of person is not worthy of learning my boxing skills."

Now that the person is dead, although it is somewhat regrettable, a pure martial artist who is expected to make further progress in the eight realms or even a hundred feet is an important chess piece that cannot be underestimated, but Cui Chan quickly gave up this emotion, and everyone is dead , It's useless to think too much, but fortunately it's someone else's territory, so he doesn't need to collect the corpse.

Cui Chan asked curiously, "Why did you kill him?"

The old man sat back on the bench, "It's not for you, it's for the guy downstairs."

There is no good or bad, only people call themselves.

Cui Chen looked down.

Outside the bamboo building on the first floor, a young man with an ugly face stood looking up at them.

But the boy never spoke.

The atmosphere is extremely cold.

After a while, the old man didn't get up, and the boy didn't leave either.

Cui Chen felt a little bored.

Even if the person downstairs is another husband of mine.

But Cui Chan is really not interested in these things. If it weren't for someone, he might return to the human world. Since the spirit and soul are half-half, and the body has been separated, then for Chen Pingan in Nipingxiang, who is no longer beneficial to him, Cui Chan can't help it. Mind giving this young man a ride, not to mention that it is an eyesore, and there may be many changes, which makes Cui Chan, who is used to controlling the overall situation, dislike it very much. As for the way of "Young Cui Chan", whether it will be frustrated because of this, all sentient beings are hopeless. Returning to the peak, what's the matter with Cui Chan, the national teacher?

After all, there are two people.

The old man sat on the bamboo chair and said with a sneer: "Why, you dislike the old man for killing innocent people indiscriminately, and you want to seek justice from the old man for that guy who died with shame?"

Chen Ping went to the corpse, squatted down, and found that it was dead.

Chen Pingan said softly: "I don't know why you came here, and I don't know why he killed you, so what I can do is to bury you for you. If I know your hometown in the future, I will try my best to help you return your bones to their roots."

It is not only for the dead, but also for the two people on the second floor, more like it is for myself.

The old man suddenly yelled, with a look of extreme anger on his face, ferocious and terrifying, and he said with an aura like a rainbow: "There are thousands of good people in the world, and there are only a handful of pure warriors like me in the world! There are so many monks in the world. What do you think people who climb to the top will distinguish between good and bad?! Chen Pingan, are you learning to practice boxing with the old man, or learning to be a human being?!"

Chen Pingan stood up, beckoned the boy in Tsing Yi to come over to help with the funeral, looked to the second floor, and said, "Just learn boxing!"

The old man stood up and laughed heartily, "Okay! When will you practice boxing?"

Chen Pingan went to the bamboo building silently and climbed the stairs.

The old man turned around and walked into the house, "Just call me if you need anything."

"do not worry."

Cui Chan turned around and walked towards the stairs, saying firmly, "No way!"

The old man's footsteps paused slightly, and soon he strode across the threshold, and the door slammed shut.

Cui Chan stopped at the entrance of the stairs, and Chen Pingan walked halfway, seeing that he didn't intend to give way, so he stopped.

The old man in Confucian shirt looked down at the young man and said with a smile: "In the past, you, Chen Ping'an, were the most pitiful in the Lizhu Cave that had not yet fallen into pieces. Over the shoulder, reduced to other people's bait.

Now that there are no such mystical restrictions, and there is even a hint of negativity, so if such a big pie falls from the sky, you should catch it carefully, and if you catch it tightly, your hands will be broken and your legs will be crushed, just grab it with your mouth. The teeth are broken, and I have to fight for it with my last breath, hold it tight! "

Cui Chan walked down and said: "These words are for that old guy. He never likes to talk well. Whatever he says is a natural virtue. In fact, it is quite annoying. If it were me, I would never come to see you this time. Your life or death is actually not important now. You have to thank Qi Jingchun, my junior brother. Of course, if you, Chen Pingan, do not live up to your expectations, Qi Jingchun will die Wronged."

Speaking of this, Cui Chan smiled complicatedly, "I have to admit, my vision is better than Old Man Yang, but worse than Qi Jingchun's."

In the end, the two brushed past each other, each sideways slightly out of the way.

At that time, Cui Chan stopped slightly, and whispered: "Do you know which time was the most dangerous moment in your life?"

The teenagers slowed down almost at the same time.

Cui Chen said in a low voice: "It's the bunch of candied haws that a 'good-hearted person' wanted to give you. If you took it then, everything would be for naught."

Chen Ping'an was beyond shocked.

Many past events are vividly remembered.

The national teacher Cui Chan continued to walk down, and when he stepped out of the last step of the stairs, his figure dissipated and disappeared in a flash.

Practicing boxing on this day not only tempers the body but also forges the soul. Compared with yesterday's suffering, it can be said to be even worse.

No matter how hard Chen Ping gritted his teeth to hold on, he still fainted several times, but was woken up by the old man's forceful beating.

When the boy in Tsing Yi carried Chen Pingan out of the house, he almost thought it was the second corpse collection today, and was taken aback. At that time, Chen Pingan's breath was already as thin as a gossamer, and his breath was weaker than that of an old man in his dying years.

So much so that Wei Bo had to go to the second floor and knock on the door to remind the old man that it was too late.

The old man replied angrily through a door: "Who does the old man teach boxing? There are not many people in the world who are qualified to tell me what to do!"

Wei Bo went downstairs angrily, really worried, so he could only watch Chen Ping'an's breathing in the medicine bucket to prevent accidents.

In the night, Chen Pingan, who was listless, put on his clothes and walked out of the gate.

The boy in Tsing Yi is practicing on the edge of the cliff, and the girl in the pink skirt moves a small bamboo chair.

Chen Pingan sat on the bamboo chair, touched her head, and said with a smile, "I'm fine."

The girl in the pink skirt put on a smiling face, imitating the boy in Tsing Yi's flattery, "Of course, my master is the most powerful."

Chen Ping made a face at her.

Finally amused the little girl.

Afterwards, Chen Pingan sat quietly on the chair, with his hands casually placed on his lap, and his sitting posture was lazy, without intention.

but.

Now Chen Pingan finally has an unspeakable sharpness. Even if he doesn't speak, whether he is sitting, lying or standing, his true meaning of boxing flowing like a rapid flood can make boxing experts feel dazzling. Dazzling!

Girls in pink skirts would find it strange, especially children in green clothes. That's why he worked hard every day to cultivate.

The most commendable thing about this boxing practice is that the old man's tempering of Chen Pingan, no matter how fierce and cruel, never changed the boy's original disposition.No matter whether it is up or down the mountain, one rule applies. Regarding preaching, teaching karma and resolving doubts, the master is above the famous teacher, and the old man is undoubtedly the first-class martial arts master.A wise master may not be a top expert. For example, the ancestor of the Li family felt that Zhu He, who was no more than a five-level martial artist, was a well-deserved wise master. But if this old man who locked himself in the bamboo building every day was not a martial arts master, then he was a master of martial arts. Weird thing.

"There is still great scenery above the Nine Realms", who can say such words?For example, Zhu He even firmly believed that the peak of the Nine Realms was the end of martial arts and the end of the road.

The girl in the pink skirt secretly asked: "Master, are you not very happy today?"

Chen Pingan asked: "You mean the old man violently committed murder?"

The girl in the pink skirt timidly turned her head and glanced at the second floor, for fear that she would cause trouble for the master.

Chen Pingan did not give a clear answer, but said softly: "During the last trip, I met a ghost in a wedding dress in a place, and I liked a scholar very much... I don't know why Said, but she killed many innocent passers-by scholars for this. I think she was wrong when she was wrong, and it was not an ordinary small mistake, and it was not the kind that could be made up for. But what can I do? They are all by my side, I can't do things according to my temper, and I was also thinking at the time, whether I was thinking too shallowly, and I was not sure."

The girl in the pink skirt asked curiously: "Master, what do you think now?"

Chen Ping clenched his hands on his knees and put his fists on his knees. With clear eyes, he smiled and said, "That's wrong. Next time we meet, I guess I won't be able to reason, but it doesn't matter, next time! Next time, there will always be Chance!"

The girl in the pink dress smiled.

This kind of master is different from the stuffy one before, but better.

Chen Pingan told himself silently in his heart.

To live first.

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In the dark of night, a young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown was pushing a wheelbarrow with a bluffing flag that would be found in fortune-telling booths. He was walking on the official road leading to Huaihuang County. The wheels were crushed on the road. It creaked non-stop.

It was the young Taoist surnamed Lu who had been a poor fortune teller for many years in the small town.

A yellow bird broke through the night out of thin air, drilled out of the ripples, stopped abruptly, stood on the young Taoist's shoulder, and caressed the Taoist's cheek with its beak.

The young Taoist smiled brightly, and patted the little head of the oriole with a free hand, "I know, I know, I worked hard on you before, and I asked you to peck copper coins back and forth to help check the cultural fortune. , there is no way, Qi Jingchun is so good at chess, you see, the two of us didn't figure out Qi Jingchun's backhand in the end? Well, I am convinced of Xiaodao who lost. Who made the teacher partial, obviously it was me My apprentice is the worst at chess and fortune-telling, and the worst at fighting with others, and in the end, I have to do all the unpleasant chores, isn't that embarrassing."

The young Taoist is like a market woman with a broken mouth, complaining about this and that, without the slightest demeanor.

The oriole suddenly pecked the young Taoist's earlobe.

The young Taoist seemed to understand the mind of the oriole, and laughed loudly, "Why are immortals not human?"

The young Taoist's eyes lit up, he laughed, and imitated the monk who stood upright with one palm on his chest. If it was light, it would be nondescript and ridiculous, but if it was serious, it would be disobedience to the orthodoxy.

The young Taoist was not serious, and murmured softly: "Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, bless you, let Xiaodao return to the town this time, and make money with harmony, and we must make money with harmony. Well, it was still useful to ask you last time. In the end, it didn't work." Fighting life and death with Qi Jingchun? So this time I will take care of Guan Zhao Xiaodao again? First life and second time acquaintance, from now on we will be friends!"

The young Taoist looked up.

The small town under the night, in his eyes, is clearly visible.

Whether it is after Lizhu Cave fell, lost the protection of the great formation, or before it was shattered, the spells were completely restrained, for the young Taoist, it is actually exactly the same, there is no difference.

The young Taoist stretched out a finger and tapped the quaint Taoist crown lightly, as if he was thinking about a troublesome problem.

A young Taoist named Lu Chen.

It was precisely where Qi Jingchun had to die regardless of whether he could leave Lizhu Dongtian or not.

It's just that Qi Jingchun unexpectedly chose to take a big step back, and the young Taoist also took a small step back.