Sword comes

Zhang Shan watched the two scholars go to the opposite room, stood in the corridor, stretched out his hand, took a small handful of rainwater, weighed it, poured it away, returned to the room, closed the door, and used the dry one Zhang Shan took out an ordinary yellow paper talisman in his hand, and Zhang Shan said softly: "There is indeed a problem here. The rain is quite gloomy, and it is very likely that it contains evil spirits. Very, but it is widely circulated because it is the most able to perceive the existence of evil spirit."

The young Taoist grasped the talisman paper with both fingers, recited the incantation silently, and then quickly pasted it on his wet hand. The yellow paper talisman burst into flames in Zhang Shan's palm, and soon turned into ashes. Ashes scraped into the brazier.

Chen Pingan asked, "How much is this talisman?"

Taoist Zhang Shan didn't find it strange at all, and replied earnestly: "This kind of talisman is not a high-end product, just like the officialdom's subordinates are not a high-end, it is the same reason. Therefore, the price is low, and the cost is only a piece of yellow paper. With the copying skills of Qi practitioners in the realm, one snowflake can buy nearly 30 Burning Sha Talismans, converted into silver, that is, three taels of silver per piece, which is really not expensive."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Regarding the drawing of talismans, he had seen the mystery of the barrier-breaking talisman with his own eyes. At that time, he was bewitched by a female ghost in a wedding dress on the mountain road. Everyone was walking on the "Huangquan Road" and fell into a dangerous situation like a ghost hitting a wall. Zhang belongs to the barrier-breaking talisman of the landscape talisman, leading everyone forward.

Afterwards, in the Bamboo House in Luoba Mountain, Li Xisheng drew "character" symbols on the walls of the bamboo building. When the characters are completed, the symbols are completed. In fact, it belongs to extremely high attainments and realms. Finally, he entrusted the book boy Cui to give Chen Pingan an introductory book on Taoist talismans. A stack of talisman papers of various materials.Of course, there is also the "Fengxue Small Cone" pen, so that if Chen Pingan wants to draw a talisman urgently, he does not need red lacquer ink pad at all, and can open the pen cone by breathing on the tip of the pen.

But Chen Ping turned over and over again, carefully read the authentic Danshu in the thin booklet, and learned five or six kinds of the most crude talismans recorded in the book, and according to the book, the talisman drawn by the world is "writing the Danshu", which is divided into nine grades , Qi practitioners in the upper five realms wrote one, two, three "top three" alchemy books, four, five, six, and third grade alchemy books in the middle five realms, and seven, eighty, nine and lower third grade alchemy books in the lower five realms. Although Chen Pingan is not a Qi practitioner, However, relying on the "one breath" of the [-]-stop sword energy, it can be written in one go, and it can also be written into some entry-level talismans on the authentic Danshu, and the talismans with higher ranks. For Chen Pingan at the moment, it is an extravagant hope.

Li Xisheng once said that drawing talismans is practicing swordsmanship, which is also the original intention of Li Xisheng not to teach people how to fish, but to teach people how to fish.

However, Chen Ping went all the way south, still hoping to concentrate on practicing boxing, so he only took time to write three kinds of talismans, the land shrinking talisman, the yang energy lighting talisman, and the pagoda suppressing demon talisman, two or three each, just in case of accidents.

The land shrinking talisman allows Chen Pingan to shrink the ground into an inch in an instant, stepping out and going to any place within a radius of ten feet; Ancient ruins, if you encounter the scene of ghosts hitting the wall again, you can follow the lantern talisman to get out of the confusion; the pagoda town demon talisman is a kind of talisman with greater killing power. Once the talisman paper is released, an exquisite pagoda can appear out of thin air. Temporarily detaining evil spirits in it, it contains the power of thunder, which can whip the soul.

All three belong to the authentic Danshu. The most common category is not highly rated, and it is only recorded as a typical example of a certain talisman genre.

Taoist Zhang Shan drank too much alcohol, thinking of Chen Ping'an's help at night, and in order to save a Huiyang pill, his body was beaten all the way by the heavy rain, and he was already exhausted, so he fainted and fell asleep .

Chen Pingan was very familiar with the vigil. He sipped wine, and after Zhang Shan fell asleep, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the foot of the wall beyond the door.

Over there, there is an umbrella that was left behind.

This oil-paper umbrella was first propped up by a scholar surnamed Liu. After entering the house, a scholar surnamed Chu came here with an umbrella.

The umbrella leaned against the foot of the wall quietly, with the rain tip facing the ground and the umbrella handle facing upwards.

Even if the oiled paper umbrella is placed like this, there are almost no traces of water on the ground.

This is not reasonable.

Moreover, Chen Pingan sensed a trace of cold air, which sent chills down the spine.

So Chen Pingan stood up, as if he had drunk too much wine, his footsteps were wobbly, and he muttered and complained as he walked: "How can there be an umbrella placed upside down like this? In my hometown, if you dare to do this, you will be scolded to death by the old man."

At the corner of the wall, Chen Pingan hiccupped, reached out to grab the handle of the umbrella, and was about to turn the oil-paper umbrella upside down, but suddenly, a talisman slipped out of the sleeve, and Chen Pingan's eyes were serious, not the slightest bit cloudy and drunk , the two-fingered lightning twirled the yellow paper, it was the pagoda demon-suppressing amulet, and pressed it on the umbrella handle, a colorful glazed pagoda emerged in the air, the precious light just covered the oiled paper umbrella, the texture of the umbrella surface was distorted, and suddenly burst out There was a crackling sound, like fat being put into a pot.

The brilliance of the hanging pagoda dimmed, and soon disappeared.

Chen Pingan did not stop doing two things, lest he was not good at learning and the rank of drawing talismans was too low, which would cause him to miss the opportunity. He simply sacrificed the other two monster-suppressing talismans together, and posted them on the oil paper umbrella with lightning speed. Chen Pingan, who was at the peak of the three realms of martial arts, circulated his Qi at will, and suddenly burst out his punching intentions. With extremely short-distance and extremely explosive punches, he hit the three of them continuously. Above the Zhang Zhen Demon Talisman, the fist did not destroy the umbrella at all, but the turbulent fist almost completely penetrated into the umbrella.

This is the difference between the three realms of ordinary warriors and the three realms trained by the old man surnamed Cui.

After Chen Ping finished all this, he held the vermilion raising sword gourd tightly in his hand, ready to let the first and fifteenth day of the new year come out to defend against the enemy.

But after the umbrella trembled and shook for a while, black smoke with a stench rose up, and after it gradually dissipated, it was completely silent.

Chen Ping'an was a little confused, this is the end

This weird oil-paper umbrella must have hidden secrets, so there is no back-hand killer move

For example, black smoke billows, roars shake the sky, and a ferocious and terrifying evil creature runs out

Chen Pingan still remembers the female ghost in the wedding dress that he encountered on the mountain path back then, and he led them by the nose everywhere. The blind Taoist who is proficient in lightning method is not her opponent at all. , showing the demeanor of a sword fairy, I am afraid that Chen Pingan will be forced to show two wisps of sword energy at that time, and there will be no chance to confront the young Cui Chan at the mouth of the well later.

Chen Ping squatted on the ground, staring blankly at the oil-paper umbrella. After taking a sip of wine, he lifted the umbrella and shook it a few times. There was a slight sound of ashes pouring down inside the umbrella.

Chen Ping squatted there scratching his head, drinking the wine, feeling a little empty in his heart. He was used to dying every day in the desolate Mangosteen House, but now he was used to drinking strong wine, and then went to drink water

However, Chen Ping comforted himself silently, no matter which scholar this oil-paper umbrella was related to, or it was hidden in it after entering the house, this little weirdness inside the umbrella must be just a pawn crossing the river to explore the way.So don't take it lightly, so Chen Pingan stood up, sat at the table, and with the help of the light, he took out the wind and snow small cone pen from the square inch, took a breath, and started to draw talismans. The talisman paper is no longer yellow paper, but replaced with a piece of golden talisman paper.

After drawing a piece of talisman paper, Chen Pingan habitually picked up the wine gourd at hand, raised his head and took a big gulp of wine. After resting for a while, he dared not write until his breathing became calm.

On a windy and snowy night, Chen Pingan, who is slightly drunk, writes with spirit.

At hand is a vermilion raising sword gourd, and two demon-subduing and demon-killing demons in the wooden box.

Of course, there was the snoring of Taoist priest Zhang Shan on the bed.

Blasts of wind and rain, and the night was occasionally torn apart by lightning and thunder. On a hillside outside the ancient house, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest holding a dust whisk. His expression was gloomy. When it shattered, the middle-aged Taoist's face was gloomy and uncertain. Enduring his distress, he seemed to throw it away casually. He snorted coldly: "A pair of dogs and men who are neither human nor ghost, but they have to resist stubbornly, which will only increase the pain."

Standing beside the middle-aged Taoist priest was a tall man in thin clothes, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, letting the rain water hit his whole body, occasionally a golden light flashed through his eyes, and a fist-sized printing box hung from his waist, Seeing that the Taoist stole chickens and lost a lot of rice, and lost a confidant for nothing, he became a little impatient, and sneered: "If you still want to force your way in, then after the matter is done, it will not be a fifty-fifty split."

The Taoist didn't want to get entangled in this matter, so he let it go and asked, "Who is that bearded man and why did he just visit the ancient house tonight?"

The tall man sneered and said: "I heard that at the end of last year, Caiyi country came to a ranger from other places. With a good knife, he picked up a few unattractive wild animals and became famous. Watch him walk in this heavy rain The divine will revealed in the middle is at most a martial artist of the four realms. If it is elsewhere, it will be a little more jealous. Now it is not worth mentioning in my realm. When the time comes, you and I will clean it up together, and you can use it to make it I will never stop you from becoming a puppet, but the knife belongs to me."

The middle-aged Taoist waved his dust whisk, and mist rose all over his body, and his Taoist robe soaked in rain was instantly dry. He said with a smile, "Then it's settled."

The tall man hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "The backer of the owner of the ancient house has really lost power within the Shen Gaozong?"

The middle-aged Taoist nodded and said with a smile: "The news about you, the mountain god, is too blocked."

The tall man's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's not because of the appearance of that mansion, which created a tattered formation that was kept secret by the God's Imperial Sect, bit by bit eating away the aura within a hundred miles around, causing me The golden body is gradually decaying, and now who is willing to treat me as a mountain god, worse than other land masters. If this revenge is not avenged, it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart."

The middle-aged Taoist nodded in agreement and comforted him.

In fact, the mountain temple here, that is, the place where the golden body of the man is enshrined, was originally a prostitution temple that had not been conferred by the imperial court of Caiyi Kingdom. After the gods of mountains and rivers, in order to practice, they did not hesitate to fish in the dry lake, which accelerated the process of the decline of the mountains and rivers. The ancient houses functioned as the formations at the eyes of the formation, only absorbing the evil spirit, not depleting the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers, but maintaining the balance of the mountains and rivers. It is useless to talk about these inside stories. The middle-aged Taoist who has fallen into the evil way and the mountain god who does not follow the righteous path, both of them know each other well, and neither is a good bird anyway.

The tall man suddenly asked sternly: "I want to take back all the territory. You are coveting the body of that female ghost. Once you control and drive it, it will surely become even more powerful. Then what is that guy planning? There is a rare magic weapon that I have never known."

The middle-aged Taoist laughed and said, "I don't know about that, let's ask him later."

The tall man knew it in his heart, "It's so good"

The Taoist looked around, and besides the soil, there were mostly pale cliffs and few green trees, but he knew that it was due to the female ghost's "leisure and ease", that the land could have such a little bit of spring.

That female ghost, whether in terms of chance or temperament, is really rare. After the Taoist came here in person, he became more and more determined to win.

The Taoist looked at the old house and said, "This tree is whirling, and the business is over."

I never thought that the mountain god of the prostitute temple had also read books, and said with a smile: "Trees are like this, how can people be embarrassed."

A monk and a god looked at each other and smiled.

In the second courtyard of the ancient house, the wing room on one side was already pitch black. The two scholars should have fallen asleep, but the lights were still on in the rooms of the box-carrying boy and the young Taoist priest. Before the old woman knocked on the door, the drunken The man already smelled the aroma of wine, and slammed on the door vigorously, "But if there is still wine to drink, it is a life-changing wine. Keep it safe and you will not lose money."

The old woman didn't stop her, but said, "You arrange the rooms yourself."

Chen Pingan didn't like wine gourds, opened the door, and saw a strange man with rough appearance.

The bearded swordsman glanced at Chen Pingan, and asked carelessly: "Little baby, listening to your walking and breathing, you should be a martial arts practitioner. There is no second state now."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "I learned martial arts from my elders since I was a child. This is the first time I have traveled in the rivers and lakes. I don't know the division of realms yet."

Looking back, Taoist priest Zhang Shan had been woken up and was sitting by the bed putting on his shoes.

The bearded swordsman strode across the threshold, sat down on the chair, and said, "If you don't know the boundaries, then you come from a remote country. Then why did you travel so far away? Our Aquarius Continent speaks so smoothly. In the countryside, you can't learn this stuff, say, are you that ghost in human skin?"

The swordsman drew his sword halfway out of its sheath, the light of the sword was dazzling, he stared at each other angrily, and shouted: "Quickly report your name, I, Mr. Zhao, will not kill an unknown ghost with my sword!"

Chen Pingan and Taoist Zhang Shan looked at each other.

Is it because of the heavy rain outside that this buddy got water in his head?

ghost

Among Qi practitioners, Ye Luzi has countless casual cultivators with mixed backgrounds. Even if monsters become spirits, discrimination is inevitable, but it is far from being suppressed and hunted down. But ghost cultivators are an exception. Once discovered, almost everyone People shout, fight and kill. If birth, old age, sickness and death are the reincarnation of heaven, then Qi practitioners' proving Tao and longevity is against the heavens. The evil way of punishing him is crooked.

Immortals cultivate for life, gods teach for death.

The ghost cultivator is just an exception. It is neither a living cultivator when he was alive, nor a landscape deity who was conferred with a golden body by the imperial court after his death.

Therefore, there are far more celestial masters with profound Taoism in Longhu Mountain, the objects pointed by the mahogany sword, and the evil spirits and ghosts that are haunting everywhere, than the ghosts hiding in the marketplace.

The term ghost, the more people come and go and the bustling business hub, the less obvious the derogatory and commendatory meanings.

In fact, in some big countries, especially the powerful dynasties with deep-rooted influence on the mountains, even the common people are used to living with those strange spirits in the world.

According to legend, there are many small and exquisite charms that help women wash their hair, apply rouge, and fold clothes. They have wings, fly around, and are extremely familiar with them.

Chen Pingan didn't make any excuses at all, took off the wine gourd, and took a sip of wine silently.

The bearded man was stunned for a moment, his throat moved slightly, obviously caused by the alcohol bug in his stomach, his momentum suddenly dropped, and he stretched out his hand cheekily: "As long as you invite me to drink, you will be a ghost, I will turn a blind eye Just close your eyes, as long as I don't catch you committing crimes on the spot, everything is fine."

Chen Pingan shook his head and refused.

The bearded swordsman sighed and said: "You are dishonest and cunning, you are the kind of decent master who is obviously bullying me."

Taoist Zhang Shan quickly sat down, helped to smooth things over, and chatted with the bearded man in Baopingzhou dialect.

The beauties in the embroidered building in the ancient house are on the other side, men and women cuddle together, and the woman wears a big blue and black skirt with a huge hem, her legs and embroidered shoes are not exposed.

The two rubbed their ears and temples together, and the man murmured softly: "May the lady's clothes be warm in the cold spring, may the lady's frowning brows be relaxed, and may the lady open the window every time to see the bright moon in the sky, green water and green mountains"

The extremely ugly woman babbled and whimpered, crying like complaining, the skirt on her lower body rolled like waves.

The old woman walked in the dark veranda, sighed quietly, and finally sat by the porch pillar hanging the lantern, year after year, day after year, the old woman touched her dry face, she had long forgotten how many years she hadn't looked in the mirror up

She is like this, presumably the young lady who has never left the Xiulou for a hundred years is even more so.

The man was chatting with the young Taoist priest, and suddenly he pressed the handle of the knife, and he no longer saw the previous joking look, and said solemnly: "As the rumors in the nearby town say, the evil spirit comes from the backyard of the old house. , the feng shui here, it's no wonder that it will be exhausted, maybe it's the old hag of the sixth realm, two little children, I'll kill the demon right now, you two retreat if the opportunity is not good, don't take it seriously, this place is dangerous Abnormal, it's definitely not something you two can wade through muddy waters."

The bearded swordsman thought for a moment, "I don't need to withdraw now, so as not to be targeted by the old demon of the ancient house first. Even if I lose, I will try my best to hold them back. Listen to my news when the time comes, and don't hesitate when you want to run away."

Then the man with the big bearded knife took a deep breath, drew his knife out of its sheath, the light of the knife suddenly appeared, and the man reached out his hand to push away the dust in the brazier, grabbed a burning coal, held it in the palm of his hand, and wiped the blade, Sparks splashed all over the place, making the sword even more sharp.

Even if the chances of winning are not high, the man is full of generosity at this time, which can be described as heroic.

Chen Pingan handed over the jug with a solemn expression, "Strong man"

The man shook his head with a smile, held a treasured sword, and stood up abruptly, "Drinking wine while chatting is just to satisfy your hunger. In fact, killing big monsters, eliminating demons and defending the way is a thousand times more enjoyable than drinking."

In the rainy night, the man pushed the door with a knife and strode towards the backyard. With a flick of his wrist, the light of the knife bloomed, illuminating the surroundings. The bearded knifeman looked up into the distance and said loudly: "Xu Yuanxia is here, please enlighten me." "

Taoist Zhang Shan picked up the peach wood sword with a bell attached to it, and said to Chen Pingan in a deep voice, "I'll help him kill the demon Chen Pingan. You are a pure martial artist. Liu, you stay here, if there is a real need, I will call you."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Okay."

After the Taoist priest flitted out of the house lightly a few years ago, Chen Pingan waited for a while. Instead of staying in place and watching the changes, he walked out of the wing room and looked at the opposite wing room with bare hands through a rain curtain, "I Know it's you."

In the side room where the lights had been turned off for a long time, a door was slowly opened, and the scholar surnamed Chu walked out. He was slender, holding the torch that had been extinguished by the heavy rain, smiling, and looked at Chen Pingan. He twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his arm, rubbed the top of the torch with his palm, lit the torch instantly, poked the end of the torch lightly on the pillar of the corridor, and nailed the whole torch into it, "You are the least talkative, but the smartest, of course , the ability is not small, it can get rid of the ghosts of the Bailu Taoist's copper coins. It's just the ghosts of the three realms, after all, that's all there is to it, the young man should not be complacent because of this."

Chen Pingan didn't say a word, and his thin body disappeared without warning.

The scholar was slightly taken aback.

A figure flitted across the rain curtain between the rooms at the moment of lightning and flint, and rushed straight at it. Some educated scholars didn't even have time to regain their senses before they were hit on the head by a fist like a white rainbow hanging in the air. The whole person crashed out, piercing through the door and the wall, and the scholar who fell into the corridor outside, finally bumped into a thick pillar, and a small spider web cracked from the pillar behind his back. Only then did the scholar barely stop his retreating figure, he vomited blood, his soul was shaken, and his face was full of horror.

It's not just the power of the boxing that is shocking, but the fusion of the fist and the fist, hitting him is really like a ghost-beating whip in the hands of an immortal, lashing the genitals fiercely, with natural restraint.

A loud bang.

This time it was a punch to the neck.

Even the people and the pillars collapsed backwards.

The scholar was beaten with blood and tears by these two punches, his face was ferocious, his clothes were torn, and he was about to reveal his true form, no longer caring about the layout.

Then he heard a weird saying, "The first day of junior high school."