Sword comes

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As night fell, the Jianshui Villa was brightly lit, and the courtyards were full of guests. They drank countless altars of fine wine. Afterwards, it was said that even the small town could smell the aroma of wine from Zhuangzi.

Chen Pingan asked Mr. Chu about the ferry of Xianjia. There is indeed such a place in Shushui Country. It is more than [-] miles away from Jianshui Villa. It is located on the border between Shushui Country and Songxi Country. Qi practitioners haunt the mountain, but the area with a radius of [-] miles has long been restricted by the royal family of the Shushui Kingdom. If there is no official document issued by the state capital, no matter whether it is a commoner or a warrior, if they trespass without authorization, they will be killed without mercy. .The old manager is well-trained and considerate. He took the initiative to say with a smile that Jianshui Villa has a good relationship with a governor's mansion on the border. They are family friends. They only need a letter from the old owner to get the customs clearance document. Chen Pingan and the others worked hard.

Zhang Shanfeng asked one more question, and asked the old man if there was a shop opened by Qi practitioners at the ferry to trade goods.The old steward said yes, because Song Fengshan, the owner of the young village, went to the ferry in person after the original saber was damaged, and brought back the dagger that was hanging around his waist all the time.The old steward can be said to know everything, and he not only leaked the inside story of combing water, but even Song Fengshan spent [-] snowflakes on the mountain to buy the fairy weapon named "Cangshui", which is almost unreasonable. Half of the gold and silver in the villa had been saved, and the bamboo tube poured beans, and told the three people about these secrets.

Of course, this is not because the old steward was dazzled by the words of loyalty in the world, and he didn't know the taboo of exchanging simple words and deep words, but that the old sword master Song told him in private to treat the three of them, especially Chen Pingan, a boy with a sword on his back. , can be treated as Song Yushao's year-end friend, and the villa doesn't need to be wary.

A promise is a thousand pieces of gold, life and death meet, and the word "friend" is as important as a mountain.

This is the Jianghu morality respected by Song Yushao's older generation. The old steward of Chu has been following the Sword Master of the Shushui Kingdom for more than sixty years. So conscientious, no regrets.

In Zhang Shanfeng's house, the three of them had a sumptuous dinner full of delicacies and wild game. Chen Pingan was about to go to the waterfall to practice boxing. Suddenly, Zhang Shanfeng called Chen Pingan to wait a while. Stepping on the bench, picking the gap between his teeth with a bamboo stick, he asked Zhang Shanfeng if he wanted to hide something, the young Taoist priest ran to open his bag and said no.Zhang Shanfeng quickly took out a pair of bamboo chopsticks, put them on the table, and pushed them towards Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Why are you done with chopsticks after the meal?"

The pair of bamboo chopsticks on the table was one of the trophies Zhang Shanfeng got in Yanzhi County, one was engraved with Qingshen Mountain and the other was engraved with Shenxiao Bamboo.

Zhang Shanfeng smiled and said, "I'll give it to you. It's just the interest on the Mohist Jiawan Guangming Armor. The poor are most afraid of owing money in their life. When they think of it, they can't sleep or eat. What's more, if they owe it, it's five hundred snowflakes." In exchange for real gold and silver, that would be 50 taels of silver. According to Mr. Chu, as the top spot in the rivers and lakes of the Shushui Kingdom, the entire Jianshui Villa’s century-old wealth is only more than two million taels. I'll give you something back, Pindao will definitely not be able to sleep tonight."

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "You are stupid, if this pair of chopsticks are really made of Shenxiao bamboo from Qingshendongtian, maybe they can be sold for hundreds of snowflakes, and it is not bamboo from Qingshen Mountain. , but the spiritual energy on the chopsticks has been condensed for hundreds of years, so it cannot be faked. Since it is an acquired spiritual weapon, it can be sold for at least dozens of snowflakes, right? Is the interest so high? Unscrupulous profiteers who lend usury”

Chen Pingan became more and more angry, and pushed the chopsticks back to the young Taoist, "Besides, we are going to the fairy family ferry in Shushui Kingdom, since there is a shop that trades heavy weapons and magic weapons, the price of the bamboo chopsticks will be determined after all. Besides, if it’s only worth a dozen snowflakes, I’ll accept it, and if it’s worth more than fifty coins, you can’t pay me back as interest.”

Zhang Shanfeng shook his head, and said in a firm tone: "No, poor Taoists have a hard conscience. Taoists seek Taoism, and they are most afraid of inner demons. You, Chen Pingan, don't miss my way of practicing Daoism."

Chen Ping stood up and cursed with a smile: "You can just talk nonsense, fuck off, there is no need to discuss this matter, take it back or if you have the ability, we will have a fight, whoever wins has the final say."

Zhang Shanfeng remained silent.

Chen Ping opened the door and left to practice boxing at the waterfall.

Zhang Shanfeng sighed and looked at the bearded man, "What should I do?"

Xu Yuanxia gloated and said, "Compared to Chen Ping'an, you are a million miles behind."

Zhang Shanfeng was a little depressed, poured himself a bowl of shochu, took a sip with his head down, his face flushed immediately.

It turned out that in the Yanzhi County of Caiyi Country, during the life-and-death battle to kill Mi Laomo's disciple, the young Taoist priest was on the line of life and death. The Miao Taoist blocked the devil's fatal blow. The old Taoist who knew the goods was shocked and exclaimed inconceivably. He said that this military treasure was only heard in more than a dozen countries including the Caiyi Kingdom in the middle of Aquarius Continent, and the Royal Treasury of the Ancient Yu Kingdom. There is a priceless Jiawan, which was rumored to be No. 1 in the Songxi State-owned Martial Arts Department. He offered [-] Xiaoxue coins to buy it from the emperor of the ancient Yu Kingdom, but was rejected.

After that, the young Taoist priest kept thinking about this matter, and he didn't know how to talk to Chen Ping'an. Later, the ancient temple changed, and Chen Pingan's walk on the [-]-mile mountain road was extremely dull. It was even more difficult for Zhang Shanfeng to meet Chen Ping'an frankly. Talk about it once.

Now that we have arrived at Jianshui Mountain Villa and are about to go to Xianjia Ferry, Zhang Shanfeng can't stand the torment in his heart, so Zhang Shanfeng confides his heart to the bearded man in the old world. Xu Yuanxia helped the young Taoist priest to confirm two things. Knowing the true value of Jiawan, he casually quoted [-] snowflakes at that time, and deliberately half-sold and half-gifted it to Zhang Shanfeng.The second is that according to Zhang Shanfeng's account, when Chen Pingan took the Luzhou Dajiao Mountain Kun boat in Beiju, he lived in the wing room of Tianzihao. Chen Ping'an didn't seem to care too much about his own unique opportunity, and it seemed that he didn't pay much attention to the matter of wealth, at least to his friends.

So this is no longer purely owed money, but a troublesome matter owed to a great favor.

In the end, Xu Yuanxia did not directly tell Zhang Shanfeng what to do, but said a few words, one is not to take the kindness of friends as a matter of course.The second sentence is that brothers and sisters settle accounts clearly, and friendship can last long. Don't think that if you become friends, you can ignore everything. That is the naive idea of ​​​​children who have not grown up.

That's why Zhang Shanfeng wanted to borrow interest under the guise of giving away the pair of mysterious bamboo chopsticks produced in Qingshen Mountain.

The reason why it is not the white bowl that can slowly absorb the aura of heaven and earth and condense it into a drop of nectar is because Zhang Shanfeng himself is a Qi trainer. For Zhang Shanfeng, the white bowl is a necessity on the road of practice. , and Chen Pingan is a pure martial artist, there is no need for it, at most it is just icing on the cake, even if he receives a white bowl, he will probably only sell it at a discount and exchange it for Xiaoxue money.

Zhang Shanfeng was drinking, his face was flushed, and he said drunkenly: "Brother Xu, you can give me a trick, I really can't think of a way."

The bearded man said solemnly: "If it's not possible, you can put on a woman's clothes. I think that Chen Ping'an has no interest in women and ghosts all the way. He should be beaten or killed, and he is never vague."

Listening to the bearded man's nonsense, the young Taoist lamented, hit his head on the table, and passed out drunk.

Well, if you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will worry about tomorrow and worry about tomorrow.

Xu Yuanxia stroked her beard with the palm of her hand, and two pictures appeared in her mind, both of which were in the dilapidated ancient temple. The boy was facing a graceful woman, saying that the weather was cold and he stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire.

Then, after the woman turned into a female ghost, she was strangled by the young man and punched till she was knocked out of her wits.

Xu Yuanxia recalled that at the dinner table just now, Chen Pingan was talking about the waterfall incident. A young woman with a knife in her back was punched into the pool by him.

The man shuddered and said frightenedly, "Chen Pingan, don't you really like men?"

In the main hall of the Jianshui Mountain Villa lobby, the guests and the host enjoy themselves with the exchange of cups, and the aroma of the wine is intoxicating.

The lobby is covered with a large colorful carpet, which is a unique "lichen" from Zhinu County in Caiyi Country.

The old owner Song Yushao was still unwilling to show up to welcome the guests. The young owner Song Fengshan sat on the main seat, and beside him was his virtuous wife who was in charge of the internal and external affairs of the villa. Well, when dealing with people, he never leaks anything, and he never hides the brilliance of his husband, so that even if Song Fengshan has been in seclusion for many years to realize the sword, the reputation of this little sword fairy in the rivers and lakes of the Shushui Kingdom is getting bigger and bigger. It has reached the point where a martial arts conference can be held.

The top Jianghu sects in the Shushui Kingdom, the talkers have all been present tonight. In addition to these well-known and upright Jianghu tycoons and Baidao tycoons, there are also a considerable number of Jianghu loose immortals, some old seniors who have not shown up in the Jianghu for a long time, Most of them were very old, and there were even two octogenarians who took this opportunity to reunite and join in the grand event, which gave Jianshui Villa a lot of face.

The pair of brothers and sisters who were born in the Han family of Xiaochongshan, the scholar Han Yuanshan, and the girl Han Yuanxue, the two are not in the front position, because their identities are rather special, they belong to the official family, if the seats are too eye-catching tonight, in fact Jianshui Both Shanzhuang and the Han family are not likable, and they will inevitably provoke the murmurs and slanders of many powerful people in the rivers and lakes.

Wang Yiran, father and daughter Wang Shanhuo of Hengdao Mountain Villa have more important seats than the Han brothers and sisters, and there are two tables of wine between them.

The girl Han Yuanxue complained quite a bit about this, feeling that she was neglected by the villa, and that the Han family should not have been subjected to such a situation anywhere in the Soshui Kingdom.Han Yuanshan, who looks like a refined scholar, waved his folding fan with one hand, raised his glass with the other, and didn't mind. However, another identity of this person was shocking to the world, and he was actually one of the four evil spirits of the "Shushui Kingdom" on the "mountain".

Although there is a fairy family ferry in the country of Shushui, there is no school on the mountain to sit in the country. Therefore, the not-so-famous four evil spirits actually mean to a large extent that a small group of top experts in the country of Soshui overlook the rivers and lakes and look down upon them. warrior.Han Yuanshan also has the clean identity of the Xiaozhongshan Han family. In the center of the temple and in the local officialdom, there are as many family friends as seniors, so he can go everywhere without hindrance. The Jianshui Villa, which is so shocking in the world, is of course no exception.

A solitary wine table sits a burly man and a young girl, sitting in the center on the left hand side, and is obviously a little distant from the two tables on both sides, because everyone in the world knows this person's prominent status. No. 1 in the country's underworld. His name is Dou Yang. He looks like a young man. Rumor has it that he is already a hundred years old. Living in a corner, on the border of Shushui Country and Songxi Country, it has been quite peaceful in the past few decades, and there has been no bloody storm, but the older generation of Jianghu people here, while hating this person deeply, are more afraid of him , 50 years ago in the country of Shushui, in order to compete for the territory of the rivers and lakes, the Righteous Dao and Demon Dao fought three bloody battles, killing thousands of righteous masters.

Jianshui Villa dared to arrange the seats in this way, and did not put Dou Yang and his maidservants aside, which immediately made everyone present feel admiration, and admired the young Song Fengshan a little more.

Although Song Fengshan is the master of this alliance, he occupies the high position, but he has few words. He just drinks slowly by himself and doesn't deliberately talk to anyone. Song Fengshan, who is wearing a blue shirt and wearing a short sword, can at most just return a glass of wine, mostly young women around him, who will tell the other party's deeds in the rivers and lakes, add some comments from his ancestors, and even She is very clear about the achievements of the other party's handsome juniors, which makes the other party not only not feel slighted at all, but also comfortable and dignified.

People respect me one foot, and I pay back one foot.

No one can pick out the slightest flaw in Jianshui Villa as the young woman did.

The nun of the ancient temple who was mistaken for the personal maidservant of the great devil Dou Yang, had a radiant face on her seemingly innocent and immature face, her eyes quietly patrolled the guests, and occasionally met Han Yuanshan's eyes, and she was instantly touched. But the corner of the girl's mouth is raised, her eyes are charming, and the scholar understands it, and makes some subtle movements of reciprocating, the girl becomes more and more enthusiastic. When she bows her head to drink, she quietly sticks out her tongue and licks half a circle around the rim of the cup, and Han Yuanshan's eyes are seen He squinted, his mouth was dry, he had personally experienced the bed kung fu of this old witch, and he would call out several graceful and charming ghosts again and again. Even if he was very talented and practiced the magic secret method, he still couldn't figure it out. It's hard to admit defeat.

Dou Yang took all this into his eyes, and said with a sneer, "Mrs. Sao, you can be in heat anytime"

The girl smiled and said, "Yo, Master Dou is jealous."

Dou Yang took chopsticks of seasonal vegetables that were suitable for saltiness, and ignored the jokes of this fellow man.

The love between men and women, the joy of fish and water, is a bird compared to fighting for the top and reaching the summit alone

Wang Yiran clearly felt the loss of soul of his daughter beside him, as well as the lingering affection and deep loss contained in the eyes she secretly looked at Song Fengshan several times.

Wang Yiran is well aware of this love between children that is destined to have no good results, but the man doesn't feel the need to get in the way and beat the mandarin ducks.Firstly, the gold-lettered signboard of Jianshui Villa is not a lowly Hengdao Villa that can make irresponsible remarks. Furthermore, her daughter Wang Shanhuo wants to become a qualified future owner of the villa. Being punched unconscious and making a fool of yourself in public is not a bad thing, it is better than making a big mistake in the future and suffering even more.

Wang Yiran decided to turn a blind eye to this. In the Jianghu, such as the great masters in the eyes of the world, who did not have many confidante friends when they were young, how many people will have a close relationship in the end, and how many people will have forgotten each other in the Jianghu. You will find that it is all passing smoke.

Let’s say that Han Yuanshan, the son of the deep family in the city, is said to be the best at hiding the beauty in the golden house. The key is that he can also make women follow him wholeheartedly. The female devil and the world-renowned fairies are all in his pocket.

If his daughter Wang Shanhuo is infatuated with this person, Wang Yiran will intervene forcefully, absolutely not allowing her daughter to have anything to do with Han Yuanshan, otherwise even Hengdao Villa will become a dowry offered by both hands. Obviously, Han Yuanshan The plan is huge, the layout is far-reaching, and there must be a real expert behind him to advise and advise. It is no problem to do business with this kind of person, and you will not make less money, but don't be a heart-to-heart friend with him, it is tantamount to courting death.

As for his daughter's secret love for Song Fengshan, Wang Yiran felt that it didn't matter, because Song Fengshan was an out-and-out man in the rivers and lakes. If one day, if Song Fengshan really wanted to marry his daughter as his wife, Wang Yiran would not mind the merger of Hengdao Villa into Jianshui Villa , but the new villa must have a knife character, and among the children in the future, there must be one surnamed Wang, so in the next hundred years, there will only be two surnames, Song and Wang.

Someone made a toast with a loud wine glass, Wang Yiran smiled and raised his glass to return the salute, although Wang Shanhu was absent-minded, but this bit of etiquette is still not lacking, and followed his father to return a glass of wine.

After putting down the wine glass, Wang Yiran stared straight ahead, and said softly, "I'm still thinking about the boy with the sword on his back, and I think it's a disgrace and a shame not to kill him to vent his anger. Dad, I would like to advise you, the boy is by no means an ordinary person, even Song Fengshan has killed him." As a potential opponent, it's just that the old sword master Song seems to have a lot of connections with the boy, and Han Yuanshan guessed well, the boy is very likely to be the favorite disciple of the sword god of the Caiyi country. The enemy's family is very powerful, the young man wanted to avoid the limelight, the swordsman of Song and the swordsman of the Caiyi country had an inseparable relationship, so he took care of him like this, and he did not hesitate to personally teach Ma Lu a lesson."

The young woman clenched the hilt of the knife tightly, her eyes lowered, "Father, is this the way to forget it? That hateful guy who hides his head and tail, punched me to death in the water pavilion, I admit it. Even if he punches me seriously, I will Admit defeat but he humiliated me like this in front of so many outsiders, what face do I have to walk around in the world in the future? Do you want me to hide in Hengdao Villa for the rest of my life?"

Wang Yiran slapped the wine glass in his hand on the table again, and said with a sneer, "Face is earned through a series of famous battles. Jianghu is a place with the best and worst memory. Dozens of Years later, when you, Wang Shanhu, become a master of swordsmanship stronger than your father, and become a master of the six realms of the legendary Caiyi Country Sword God and Song Sword Saint, you will see who will mention the water pavilion and only remember you, Wang Huan. Which kendo master Shan Shan defeated, how many underworld demons were slaughtered, the knife was unsheathed, the knife was like a waterfall, and the people watching the battle, whoever doesn't clap their hands, who dares to applaud?"

The woman's shoulders trembled slightly, she lowered her head and said sadly: "But I can't even defeat a swordsman who is younger than me, and I'm still not his one-shot opponent. How to stand side by side with Dad in the future is not what the legend says. Grand Master Realm"

For the central part of Aquarius Continent in the area of ​​the Shushui Kingdom, the sixth realm of martial arts is the pinnacle of a pure martial artist. Going up, for hundreds of years, no one has known the scenery of that realm, and can be regarded as the invincible "Great Martial God" "Are.According to legend, the Sword God of the Caiyi Kingdom touched that threshold when he retired to the peak before retiring to the mountains and forests, but in the end, for some reason, his realm plummeted, he became disheartened, and completely withdrew from the arena.

The old sword master Song Yushao said bluntly that he had no hope of becoming a martial arts god in this life.

If Chen Pingan knew this, he might be dumbfounded again.After all, Zhu He, a four-level martial artist who also came out of Li Zhu Dongtian, knew that the ninth level was the end of martial arts. Of course, Zhu He had never seen the whole picture of martial arts. In fact, not long after, Song Changjing and Li Er successfully entered the tenth level , and the No. 11 realm is the real pinnacle of martial arts, the real martial god worthy of the name, and the old man surnamed Cui who taught Chen Pingan "the strongest three realms" happened to miss the eleventh realm.

There are depths of water and high and low mountains.

Chen Pingan's hometown, Lizhudongtian, and today's Dali Longquan County, belong to the strange place with the deepest water, the highest mountain, and the most chaotic situation in the entire Aquarius Continent.

In that place, the six realm "big monsters" like the mighty little boy in Tsing Yi who run rampant in Huang Tingguo's side are almost ashamed to greet people when they go out, because they are afraid of being punched to death by someone for no reason. Now the biggest dream is to practice hard , strive to become a hero who beats people to death with two punches.

No wonder the little boy in Tsing Yi was confused, and couldn't figure out one thing even if he broke his head, "How did my master survive to this day?"

Chen Pingan

In fact, I don't know the answer, as if I got over it little by little.

In fact, at the beginning, some people did not want him to die, but later, at the end of the end, some big figures who wanted him to die met a teacher one after another, and he told Chen Pingan not to die. Losing hope for this world, and a man wearing a hat with a sword, he told Chen Ping how to deal with this world. At the same time, Chen Ping also grew up rapidly, and finally left the chess game early.

However, during this process, the hardships of life, various difficult choices involving the heart, many undercurrents and dangers, and the physical and mental tempering that the mud bottle lane boy suffered for this cannot be understood by outsiders.

This mud bottle alley mud embryo who has a magic weapon and a precious sword gourd is now walking alone in the rivers and lakes, still only willing to buy the cheapest drinks.

Of course, he started to practice boxing immediately, in a fresh way different from the six-step walking pile and the sword furnace standing pile.

On the waterfall side, this time Chen Pingan didn't carry the sword box and chose to stay in the yard, because there were bearded men and young Taoist priests whom he could trust.

But the flagon was still pinned to his waist.

Walking in the mountains and rivers of the foreign country, don't cause trouble, don't be afraid of trouble, and then take care first, and save your life first, this is Chen Ping'an's arena.

Chen Pingan stepped on the railing facing the water again, and was about to use his strength to jump towards the astonishing waterfall. After thinking about it, he took a step forward and stepped on the stone platform, so as not to punch with all his strength, accidentally If the wooden railing is broken by stepping on it, even if Senior Song definitely doesn't want to lose money himself, it's not a big deal after all.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, rubbed the soles of his shoes against the ground, and twisted his wrists a few times.

This first punch is to test the strength of the falling momentum of the waterfall.

Try it with seven or eight minutes of strength first.

Chen Pingan stepped out, and there was a loud thud on the ground. Fortunately, the sound of the waterfall was amazing, which was enough to cover up the movement of his foot on the ground.

Chen Ping'an's figure was like a bed crossbow and arrows rushed towards the waterfall.

Imposing like a rainbow, he punched it away.

The fist pierced through the depths of the waterfall, but when his entire arm almost crossed the waterfall curtain, his head and shoulders were hit by the waterfall, and Chen Pingan's whole body was forced to tilt accordingly, and he fell instantly. Falling into the depths of the pool, he was dragged by the turbulent water and turned over several times. Finally, a head popped up on the relatively stable water surface near the waterside pavilion. Chen Pingan slapped the water surface of the deep pool and jumped towards the waterside pavilion. On the platform, I just felt dizzy and dizzy, especially the punching arm and the shoulders on both sides were hot and painful. The key was that the depth of the pool was full of rocks, and Chen Ping's head was hit hard.

Fortunately, Chen Ping'an suffered a lot to temper his body in the Luopo Mountain Bamboo House, which was far from traumatic to the root of his body and deep in his soul.

In the second punch, Chen Pingan used nine points of strength, and opened the way with the iron cavalry chiseling formation taught by the old man surnamed Cui, trying to break the water curtain with his punches, and hit the stone wall behind the waterfall with one punch.

It's a pity that the fist slightly touched the surface of the stone wall, and the whole body was smashed into the bottom of the water by the pouring water like the top of the mountain.

Protruding from the surface of the water again, Chen Pingan returned to the outer edge of the water pavilion to stand still. This time, Chen Pingan did not change the breath that was flowing rapidly, but held back the true energy that was like a fire dragon patrolling the four directions. An imposing punch.

This time, Chen Ping'an's fist successfully hit the cold stone wall at the end of the waterfall curtain, but it was slightly weak, not to mention hitting a pothole, I'm afraid it didn't even leave a trace.

Under the moonlight.

Chen Pingan, whose dantian qi sea was turbulent, could only spit out a mouthful of turbid air, and breathed slowly with Old Man Yang's breathing technique. , quickly passing through more than a dozen acupoints whose names are different from those of today's Qifu.I was stuck between six and seven stops before, but now I am stuck between twelve and thirteen, as if blocked by a gap, making it difficult to move forward.

Chen Pingan held his breath and punched the waterfall for the fourth time.

Repeatedly, after dozens of punches, Chen Pingan could only stand firmly with his back against the railing, so he simply sat down cross-legged, took off the wine gourd in the calm air, and began to drink slowly.

Chen Pingan looked up at the bright moon above his head. The book said that the moon is the brightness of his hometown.

The moon in my hometown is short and the moon is full. The young man who was working hard to make a living at the time has watched it countless times. I watched it with Liu Xianyang and Gu Can with the little slug. After watching it for a long time, except for the Mid-Autumn Festival, the rest Chen Pingan didn't feel anything at all.I went on a long trip twice, and saw the magnificent scene of the starry sky, the moon, and the river. It is really beautiful. Now, in order to send the sword to the inverted mountain, I have to go to the southernmost old dragon city. How beautiful the scene of the bright moon will be.

Chen Ping put away his thoughts, stood up, don't raise the sword gourd, and started the next round of punches. The rule he set for himself was to hand out three punches in one go.The barefoot old man in the bamboo building once said with a smile that fighting on the battlefield, gold and iron horses, and the best cavalry in the world, will never be a soft bastard who will get down once or twice.

After being dropped by the huge waterfall head again and again, Chen Pingan's body and physique, and his perception of pain became more and more clear. This time, when the work was over, Chen Pingan lay directly on the platform, gasping for breath.

If at Luopo Mountain, the old man surnamed Cui just punched alone from beginning to end, tempering Chen Pingan's body and spirit, and let him be beaten passively, instead of asking Chen Pingan to "peel his skin and cramps", without these tragic actions, maybe Chen Ping'an Ping'an's boxing practice today can only stop here, and he has no persistent thoughts about punching.

Once, the barefoot old man looked down at Chen Pingan, who was lying in a pool of blood, and said with a sneer, "I can't bear this kind of suffering, and I still want to be among the nine realms and ten realms."

At that time, Chen Ping just wanted to scold the old man a few words, but it was a pity that he was unable to utter a single word because he had more energy than energy.

Compared with the suffering suffered by Luoposhan, now it is a blessing

But it can't be that the farther and farther the rivers and lakes go, the less accustomed to suffering.

Chen Pingan, who was meditating in his heart, slowly got up, gritted his teeth and punched again.

A quarter of an hour later, the Yuexia Waterfall was still crashing into the pool, as if it was mocking the young man's overreaching, shaking the tree with a gnat.

Chen Pingan floated on his back on the water, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the sky.

Going ashore again and punching, Chen Ping angrily shouted, "Give it to me!"

The water curtain of the waterfall was indeed punched out by a fierce fist, but it was fleeting. Chen Ping's fist hit the stone wall heavily, and his whole body almost passed through the waterfall, but he was hit again without any suspense. After entering the bottom of the water, following the current in the deep pool and floating around, climbed up to the base of the water pavilion.

Just like this intermittently, stop and go, in the middle of the night, Chen Pingan, who was like a soaked chicken, sat on the railing, but tremblingly lifted the jug, raised his head and took a sip of Huadiao aged wine. Jian Gourd, dare not take even a sip.

Lanterns hung high in Jianshui Villa in the distance, and the banquet was far from over. There was a young woman who was a disciple of the villa and also served as a sword attendant, dancing swords for the guests to cheer for the guests.

Chen Ping tilted his head, staring at the waterfall that seemed invincible in the world.

The last time Chen Ping punched, he used the god-man beating drum style, and the dragonfly touched the water all the way and stepped on the water. When he was approaching the waterfall, his fists and arms pierced through the waterfall again and again.

When the manpower was finally exhausted, Chen Pingan knew that tonight's boxing practice could stop. He was exhausted, and if he continued to fight the waterfall, he might be washed to the bottom of the deep pool one time, completely passed out, and finally floated up. corpse.

Chen Ping'an walked out of the water pavilion dripping wet, passed by the landscape pavilion, and returned to the yard.

He only slept for less than three hours. In the early morning of the next day, after breakfast, Chen Pingan walked six steps to the waterfall.

At noon, he went back the same way again, but this time, Chen Pingan had to ask Zhang Shanfeng to tell Jianshui Villa that he needed a large water bucket, and wait until the old steward Chu sent a trustworthy maid from the villa to bring the bucket and fill it with hot water. After the water, Chen Pingan closed the door and soaked in it.

The medicinal materials that Wei Bo purchased from Niujiaoshan Baozhai were only enough for three uses, and Yanzhi County used them once. After this time, there was only one last chance left.

Today, Jianshui Villa is still welcoming people from all walks of life who come to the door one after another, and tomorrow is the auspicious day for the election of the leader of the martial arts alliance.

It's better like this, the heroes of the green forest and the heroes of the rivers and lakes are busy going from door to door, either to learn martial arts with each other, or to ask their seniors about difficult problems, or to meet familiar faces in front of the great masters.

In the night, Chen Pingan had dinner with Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng, and then went to the waterfall alone.

This time, Chen Pingan used the boxing skills taught by the old man Cui to fight the waterfall, because in a pool about two feet away from the water surface, not in the middle of the waterfall, there is a towering stone pier, the size of a chessboard, which has been for thousands of years. Under the impact of the water flow, none of them were cut off. Chen Pingan suddenly had a whim, stood on the stone, stood still with the sword furnace stake, and let the waterfall hit the top of his head, and Chen Pingan was smashed. I had to change from a standing posture to a sitting posture, and finally I couldn't sit still and fell into the bottom of the water.

After a few times, Chen Pingan was able to hold on to the small half stick of incense with the sword stove stake, and then held on to the half stick of incense in a sitting posture with his head held high. Finally, he lowered his head and stretched out of the waterfall, allowing his back to bear the impact more, roughly increasing It just happened to be a stick of incense together.Compared with punching waterfalls, Chen Pingan was surprised to find that this kind of "moving like a mountain" water grinding kung fu is more beneficial. Indistinctly, the acupoints in the body are like a strong wind, and the doors of the houses are loose. Stopping the movement of the sword energy, it became more and more swift and violent, as fast as thunder.

After discovering this unexpected joy, Chen Pingan took a sip of fine wine, but his stomach burned so badly that Chen Pingan had no choice but to jump around in the waterside pavilion, grinning.

I went to set up piles under the waterfall several times. In the middle of the night, the moonlight was still there, and the singing and dancing in Jianshui Villa became more and more lively. The young man walked back to the yard in high spirits. As a maidservant with a sword in the villa, Chen Pingan used up the last batch of Baozhai medicinal materials.

This time, Chen Ping'an had an unprecedented sleep-in, and slept until the sun was rising.

After a full meal, he left the yard in good spirits, and nodded with the two sword maids in the villa with a smile, walked slowly, passed the Shanshui Pavilion, and came to the waterfall that has been facing the waterfall for hundreds of years. Water Pavilion, I heard that Jianshui Villa was built only 70 to [-] years ago, but this unnamed Water Pavilion has existed for a long time, but over time, the world is used to classifying the water pavilion as Jianshui Villa.

When Chen Ping walked away.

The two bored girl sword servants gathered together and whispered, whispering.

A girl with an oval face said that the man from the outlander was really a weirdo.The other person smiled and said that he was not a weirdo, how could we make our old owner look favorably at him?

The girl with the oval face made fun of her partner. Although this son is not as good looking as the Young Master, he is also handsome. Do you like it?

The other girl sword attendant said that she had seen the peerless demeanor of the young master, but she didn't like other men.

The two girls laughed and played while there was no one around. For them, it was a great blessing to practice swordsmanship in Jianshui Villa. In the future, they might marry outsiders under the arrangement of the Bodhisattva-hearted wife. For a talented Jianghu with a bright future, but Jianshui Villa will always be their mother's home, and they don't have to worry about the stormy rivers and lakes for the rest of their lives.

When Chen Ping was approaching the waterside pavilion today, he found Senior Song sitting on a bench early.

Quickly walked up the steps, sat opposite each other, Song Yushao, who had been looking sideways at the waterfall, retracted his gaze, looked at Chen Ping'an, nodded in appreciation and said: "It's a bit of a sign, it's amazing."

Chen Pingan grinned.

Song Yushao asked: "Does the wine brewed by the old man Zhuangzi taste better?"

Chen Pingan scratched his head and said, "It tastes much better, but when I buy wine in the future, I will have a headache."

Song Yushao couldn't help laughing, "Whatever, you will be short of money"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, and said honestly: "Nowadays there is no shortage of money, but things like drinking alcohol seem to be of no benefit to practicing boxing. If there is no wine in the flagon beside you, it will definitely be empty."

Song Yushao joked: "You are not a married woman, old men have money to drink, drink the best wine, it's only right and proper, why don't you talk about housekeeping?"

Chen Pingan shook his head vigorously and said: "You still need to save money. Drinking has become a habit now, and there is no way to change it, but if I develop the habit of being extravagant again, I will regret it to death."

Song Yushao pointed at the young man, "I can't be a wealthy man who enjoys blessings for the rest of my life."

Chen Pingan said with a bright smile: "It's good to have a meal and wine with every meal."

Song Yushao was infected by the young man's emotions, and he also smiled, "Then who will cook for you, and who will buy you wine?"

Chen Pingan blurted out: "With a daughter-in-law, I still cook and buy wine"

Song Yushao let out a bawl, stared and said: "Guapi, do you seem like an idiot? After marrying a daughter-in-law, don't you just enshrine her as a Bodhisattva? Don't you know that old women and young women don't go to the house for three days? Master"

For the first time, Chen Pingan was a little timid, took off the wine gourd and took a sip.

The girl he likes says she can hit Chen Ping'an a hundred times with one hand.

If he dared to have such an idea, he would not be beaten to death

Besides, now that I can't even say that I like someone, God knows what my future daughter-in-law's last name will be.

Of course, it would be best if the surname could be Ning.

Chen Pingan was silly and happy.

Song Yushao looked at the young man who was wandering far and wide, and said helplessly: "It turns out that he is really a coward."

Song Yushao was too lazy to instill in the young man the idea that a hero in the world must be able to subdue his wife, so he restrained his expression and said solemnly: "From three to four, except for the impurities in the warrior's body, which need to be tempered and eliminated bit by bit. Start to pay attention to the state of mind, boxing, to be transparent and unobstructed, to understand the essence of the word "transparency", to be invincible, to give birth to the momentum of one man, ten thousand men, and no openness. The sword is worthy of heaven and earth, but it can kill ghosts and gods Chen Pingan, you really have strengthened your heart."

At the end, Song Yushao's expression was fierce, his voice was loud, and he almost glared at Chen Ping angrily.

Chen Pingan's heart remained unmoved, nodded and said: "I will never change the one thing I believe in."

Song Yushao stood up, full of majestic momentum, like a waterfall of sword pressure towards the young man in front of him, "What a big tone, you said it so lightly, I don't think you, Chen Pingan, have ever really penetrated."

Chen Pingan stood up right after him, his eyes bright, "Senior Song, actually, the state of mind you mentioned is harmless and transparent. I don't really understand the true meaning of these words, but I just think"

When Chen Pingan said this, he turned his head and pointed to the waterfall that looked like a sword hanging from the fairy sleeve, "I must punch through the entire waterfall and make a fist mark on the stone wall. I even think that sooner or later, I will I will punch the waterfall backwards, and the water will explode, and I will never be able to press my head down."

Song Yushao suddenly shouted angrily: "Since this is the case, if you don't punch at this time, when will you wait?"

Almost purely instinctively, Chen Pingan turned sideways, faced the waterfall outside the water pavilion, stepped back a few steps, stood on the top of the steps, and put on an ancient boxing frame that the old man surnamed Cui never mentioned his name, as a The starting gesture is done in one go.

Even if Song Yu, the Sword Master of the Shushui Kingdom, was in the waterside pavilion, Song Yushao had long since disappeared from Chen Pingan's eyes, and even the entire waterside pavilion was gone. Fall

Chen Ping'an's trip to the south, the six-step walk is slow, and slower.

But this time, Chen Pingan walked as fast as possible, the fastest

The pace was so great that the last step of the six-step walk directly smashed the railing of the water pavilion, and stepped on the foundation of the platform. From the end of the steps of the water pavilion to the edge of the platform outside the railing, six footprints were directly stepped on by the young man. , and then rushed away, his fists were as thick as a green dragon wrapped around his sleeve.

Breaking through the waterfall with one punch, Chen Pingan rushed into the water curtain and smashed his fist on the stone wall.

The stone wall was instantly shattered, countless gravel rebounded, and countless waterfalls were shattered.

This was more than that, Chen Ping switched left and right, punching and punching, hitting the stone wall one after another quickly.

This is the real atmosphere of the gods beating the drums.

There are countless flying stones, and the waterfall is turbulent.

From the sky above the water pavilion to the height of the waterfall, because of the large dispersion of water vapor, a gorgeous rainbow finally appeared.

Song Yushao, who was standing in the water pavilion with his hands behind his back, was blown by a turbulent wind, blowing his temples, and his sleeves rattled even more. The old man looked up at the rainbow made by man, and laughed happily: " nice"