Sword comes

I asked for leave yesterday, and today I will make up a 15000-word chapter.

Watching a pure martial artist break through the three realms and break the four realms, Song Yushao suddenly felt that even if the current world is not pleasant, it is not a loss to live a few more years.

Song Yushao lightly patted the old sword on his waist, drawn by the majestic aura on the other side of the waterfall. The long sword in the sheath, which had already developed a consonance with the old man, felt a little lonely and unbearable.Song Yushao, who was standing in the water pavilion, said with some emotion: "If Gao Feng is still alive, he might be standing here tonight."

The second owner of Jianshui Villa, Song Gaofeng, is also the father of the young owner Song Fengshan. He is also a sword embryo with first-class talent in the world.This is also Song Yushao's biggest heart knot. The tragedy was largely created by Song Yushao, because Song Fengshan's mother was also born as a mountain monster, and there were taboos that were not tolerated by the world, but at that time Song Yushao is so high-spirited, he never cares about the worldly vision, and with only one sword, he looks down on the government and the people of the Shushui Kingdom. He thinks that he is invincible in the rivers and lakes, so he begins to climb mountains alone to visit immortals, and finally saves a kind-hearted young man. The girl is transformed into a human form, and Song Yushao not only did not dislike her origin, but brought her back to the villa. She and the young Song Gaofeng fell in love with each other. Song Yushao still did not object to this, and finally sat calmly in the high hall , accepted the toast of the loving couple.

If it stops here, it can be regarded as a good relationship, but the world is unpredictable. The flower garden carefully cultivated by the charming woman is full of aura, and the flowers and plants are spring all the year round. I don’t know when they will bloom. The flower garden has become the panacea that countless warriors in the rivers and lakes have dreamed of. If you eat one tree, you can increase your skill for more than ten years. Just let the thieves take it away, the villa has also stated clearly that the plants planted in the flower garden have no magical effect on increasing one's skill, but only slightly prolong life. Gradually extinguished the dirty thoughts, but one day, more than half of the flower garden was stolen, the thief was still dissatisfied, and trampled the remaining flowers and plants, leaving the ground in a mess.The flower garden is not conducive to the advancement of martial arts in the world, but it is an opportunity for Song Gaofeng's wife. After this catastrophe, the woman is heartbroken and broken.

Song Gaofeng followed the clues and found the culprit. It was a Jianghu woman who hated him because of love. Song Gaofeng handed out that sword without hesitation, but was blocked by the woman's father. The martial arts leader of the country is a well-known boxing master in several countries, and he was born as a border military general. He has deep-rooted official connections and has won the trust of the emperor. The so-called martial arts leader is just a way for the emperor to control the rivers and lakes.

No matter how hard Song Gaofeng tried, he was no match for that man. After returning to Jianshui Villa, the woman and her father also came to apologize. He chopped off his own arm on the spot and stood dripping with blood outside the gate of the villa, saying that he would use this as an atonement for his daughter. Even if Song Yushao's swordsmanship was superior to that person's martial arts, what could he do? The sword cut off the head of the troubled woman

I can only let it go.

Song Gaofeng didn't say a word, he didn't even show up, he just stayed by his wife's sick bed.

After the father and daughter left, Song Yushao turned around sadly, and went to tell his son the result of the matter. Song Gaofeng closed the door and disappeared, and only said three words, I got it.

In the end, Song Yushao found out that his son Song Gaofeng had entered the magic way and cultivated a book of magic ways. The last time he walked the rivers and lakes, he destroyed his face, changed his weapons, left the saber at home, and resigned after the boxing master Jinpen. On the day of the alliance leader, Song Gaofeng sneaked into the mansion and was seriously injured, but he managed to kill the enemy. When Song Gaofeng returned to the villa, he was exhausted, and finally he and his dying wife closed their eyes and died.

At that time, Song Yushao was standing outside the door, and his young grandson, Song Fengshan, silently stood beside his parents' bed, without crying or saying a word.

People in the rivers and lakes, not only can't help themselves, but also can't help themselves.

Song Yushao's guilt towards Song Gaofeng was passed on to his grandson Song Fengshan, especially after Song Fengshan insisted on marrying a charming woman. Combing the other three evil spirits in the water kingdom, Song Yushao is still unwilling to kill the killer, and will never use his own rules of the world to control Song Fengshan who is determined to go his own way.

Song Yushao knew what Song Fengshan was going to do.

That night Song Gaofeng killed the former leader of the martial arts alliance who had someone in the court, but the real culprit escaped. After that, His Majesty the Emperor didn't want to break his face with Jianshui Villa, and he probably felt a little guilty, so he took the role himself. The matchmaker made the poor woman who survived the catastrophe the wife of a meritorious general in the Shushui Kingdom, and the highest-ranking imperial wife of the country.

Everyone knows that the old swordsman Song Yushao is about the rules of the rivers and lakes, so the No. 1 sword master of the Shushui Kingdom, the emperor of the Shushui Kingdom, does not have to worry much.As for Song Yushao's grandson, he was very young at the time, and everyone felt that his memory must be fuzzy, and he was doomed to become a serious trouble.

In this way, the rivers and lakes in Shushui Kingdom have been sunny and sunny for more than 20 years, and the throne of the martial arts leader has been suspended for more than 20 years.

Until Song Fengshan opened the gate of Jianshui Villa, a grand banquet was entertained for heroes from all directions, and the official leader ceremony will be held tomorrow.

Song Yushao has no interest in Jianghu for a long time, but it is by no means indifferent to everything. Why does he often travel alone in Jianghu for so many years? Is it really a distraction?

This is not the case.

But Song Yu Shaoming knew that one day dark clouds would overwhelm the city, and he would rush straight to Jianshui Villa, where he had devoted his whole life, and his grandson Song Fengshan would step over the boundary, and under the seemingly beautiful situation full of flowers, he would secretly become the target of public criticism from the government and the opposition. In all of this, Song Yushao has other knots besides the knots in his heart. The first knot is that he is ashamed of his son Song Gaofeng, and the second knot is that he follows the rules of the world and his grandson. , polar opposite.

The sword sage of the Shushui Kingdom was hesitating in his heart whether he should bring out his sword to the court, or whether he would provoke the majesty of the emperor once he did, Song Yushao actually didn't care at all, but it was against Song Yushao's heart.

Because deep down in his heart, the old man never agreed with Song Fengshan's world.

All this cannot be told.

In the previous trip to the rivers and lakes, he originally wanted to find a martial arts senior who was both an enemy and a friend, the sword master of the Caiyi Kingdom with towering martial arts and martial arts. It's a pity that the old man who was good at swordsmanship died.This made Song Yushao have to return halfway, only to have the experience of the ancient temple.

The old man in black had mixed feelings in the waterside pavilion, and his thoughts were wandering, so that he didn't notice that the young man who punched the ground hadn't left the waterfall curtain for a long time.

When Song Yushao realized that something was wrong and was about to find out, he saw Chen Ping'an slowly walk out of the waterfall, leapt back, and landed in the water pavilion, his bloody hands had been scribbled in cotton cloth.

Song Yushao put away those troublesome thoughts, and asked with a smile: "I have tasted the fine wine in the villa, now I am in the realm of the little master, how is it better?"

But what Chen Pingan said next made the old man's eyes widen, "It seems that he almost broke through the barrier, and now it's like breaking a waterfall with a punch, and he missed it with one foot."

Song Yushao looked at the restrained aura of the young man, his fists pouring down like a waterfall, worthy of a four-character evaluation, the old man said in astonishment: "You are clearly in the real four realms, the old man can even pat his chest and say, I have never seen it before." The three realms that are more solid and steady than yours, and the brand new four realms now, Chen Pingan, how could you still feel that you are short of one foot?"

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Senior Song, it's really a little late. I can't say why, but I know it. But now I know the general direction, and I have a path to walk under my feet. I won't be walking without a head like before. The flies are slamming around, and you can get out of it little by little before you reach the old dragon city. If you are lucky, you may break through inexplicably when you arrive at the ferry of the fairy family in the country of Shushui, but my luck has not been very good , the possibility of breaking through again in the Old Dragon City is even greater."

After putting his hands down, Song Yushao walked slowly around the young man twice before stopping, and said in admiration, "There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. Today is a great insight."

Song Yushao laughed loudly and said, "Let's go and drink, no matter what, even if you don't completely break through, it's a great thing to celebrate."

Chen Pingan shook the wine gourd, there was still plenty of wine, so he nodded and smiled, "Okay."

Song Yushao suddenly asked: "In the small town outside the villa, there is a restaurant's hot pot. It is a must. The ingredients are so good that customers can eat their tongues. The wine is also good. Would you like to try it? Ordered, the old man has a good relationship with the shopkeeper over there, and you can get a [-]% discount."

When Chen Pingan heard that there was a [-]% discount, he immediately said proudly: "Then I will pay for it."

Song Yu Shao laughed and said, "Oh, let me tell you in advance, a hot pot meal in a restaurant, plus good wine, will cost at least five or six taels of silver."

Chen Ping blinked, and said without blushing, "The town is a bit far away from the villa, why don't we drink in the yard."

Song Yushao stretched out his thumb, "It's really a hero who spends a lot of money."

Chen Pingan suddenly laughed, "Just go, why don't you go to lunch and eat hot pot?"

Song Yushao was stunned for a moment, and without giving Chen Pingan a chance to repent, he laughed loudly, said "Follow me", and then swept out of the water pavilion, stepping on the tall trees and high branches, and swept all the way outside the villa.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​calling for Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng, and followed closely behind.

When it was higher than the top of the water pavilion, Chen Pingan turned his head to look at the waterfall, and smiled.

On the stone wall behind the waterfall curtain, the boy secretly carved two lines of words with his fingers. From top to bottom, one line wrote a girl's name, and the other line wrote "Chen Ping'an came here for a visit". When I came to Jianshui Villa again, I had that girl by my side.

Of course, Chen Ping only dared to think so secretly.

In Niping Lane and Xinghua Lane, as long as there are weddings and funerals in every household, the neighbors in the neighborhood are willing to help.Today, someone in Xinghua Lane got married, and married a wealthy woman from the other side of Taoye Lane. The family in Xinghua Lane has a good reputation. Back then, even an old woman like Granny Ma who had a bad reputation went well with this family. Nearly, so there are nearly twenty tables on the wine table alone, as long as you give a red envelope, whether it is a piece of silver or a few copper coins, you can eat on the table and feel happy.

On the wine table, there were a few unfamiliar faces, the first one was quite familiar. He was an old man from an old house in Niping Lane. He was dressed as a rich man and often wandered around the town. Over time, he became acquainted. People are used to calling him Lao Cao. Lao Cao is kind to everyone and greets everyone with a smile. , So I drank a wedding today, wrapped a big red envelope, gave me enough face, and the old man who put on brand new clothes specially brought his son and daughter-in-law to toast.

Lao Cao brought three people with him, all surnamed Cao, the handsome young man Cao Jun also lived in the old house of the Cao family in Niping Lane, and a pair of grandparents who rushed back to the town from other places, it is said that they are all Lao Cao’s. The relatives in the capital, it seems, are not bad, they seem to be from the background of scholars, and they seem to have a bit of official air, of course, they may be people from the capital, they are all like this.

Lao Cao is a lively person, and he often runs around actively toasting with a wine glass. The pair of Cao's grandparents from the capital next to the table are obviously not used to this kind of noisy scene, and they are not very relaxed. Occasionally pick up some food with chopsticks, and take a sip of medium-priced shochu in small town restaurants, but Cao Jun is relatively more comfortable, stepping on the bench, drinking by himself, squinting at Lao Cao and some old men as brothers, smiling Playful.

The old in-laws in Peach Leaf Lane, although their family is in decline, are still much richer than those in Xinghua Lane, so they are a little bit concerned. Yexiang's family court is no longer as beautiful as it used to be, and ordinary people can't afford it.If it wasn't for the fact that Lao Han's son is promising, he is now working as an errand in Longquan County Mansion, otherwise where would he have such a blessing to marry a daughter from Taoye Lane?

Lao Cao went to hang out at the wine table again, Cao Jun took a sip of the strong wine, took a deep breath, quickly picked up the chopsticks, and turned his head to look at the grandpa and grandson, and asked with a smile in Dali official dialect: "Why? Yes, I’m not used to eating and drinking, or the three of us will go back to another place and go to a restaurant for a good meal.”

The old man in a plain green shirt shook his head with a smile and said: "You don't need to be so particular, I'm just used to eating fast food in the capital, and I'm not used to the big meat and meat at wedding banquets. Huangxian County is originally the ancestral land of my Cao family, we are descendants, how can we forget our origin."

The handsome Cao Jun nodded and said with a smile, "It's our family's misfortune to have such an unreliable ancestor at the stall."

The old man dared not answer.

Even if the patriarch of an eleventh-level sword cultivator's family is an important minister of the Shangzhu Kingdom of the Great Li Dynasty, he does not have the courage.

That suave young man with a manner very different from Cao Jun, named Cao Mao, is the new supervisor of kiln affairs in Longquan County, an official directly under the yamen of the Ministry of Rites. .Back then at the Huai Zhai post station to greet Dali Guoshi, only Cao Mao rode alone, smelled of alcohol, got off his horse and entered the post post, which shows that this noble son of the capital is different from the common people.

When Cao Xi returned to his seat, even Cao Mao subconsciously sat up straight. The old man in green shirt sat upright, put down his chopsticks, picked up the flagon, and poured wine for his ancestor Cao Xi who had been separated by countless generations.

Cao Xi drank the wine in one gulp, put down the glass, looked at the guests coming in to congratulate him, got up and said, "Don't squat in the latrine and stop shitting, let's make room for the people behind, and let's go."

A group of four people left the yard, and the courtyards near the alley were filled with wine tables. Cao Xi led the three of them into Niping Alley, and asked casually, "Your emperor has returned to the capital."

The old man replied respectfully: "Reporting to the ancestors, His Majesty the Emperor is in poor health and has returned to the capital from the north of the post road in Longquan County."

When Cao Xi passed the Gu family's ancestral house, he turned his head and glanced at the uninhabited house with dilapidated door gods and old Spring Festival couplets, and stopped, "It is said that the mother and son of this family have now been taken to Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake by Master Jie Jiang. , that little kid named Gu Can, before leaving the small town, got a great opportunity to control a water dragon that was comparable to a ten-level Qi trainer. Break through the bottleneck of the ten realms within a few decades"

The old man nodded and said: "Under the arrangement of the National Teacher, the Dali Imperial Court has specially established a new spy agency to record the growth experiences of these children in Lizhu Dongtian. In addition to Gu Can, there are Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane, and Fu Zhao Yao from Lu Street, Xie Lingqi, the sister of Xie’s parents, are mostly from small towns, but there are also Qi practitioners from other places who have gained opportunities and fortunes here, such as Gao Xuan, the prince of the Great Sui Dynasty, a total of 16 people.”

Cao Xi walked forward slowly, then stopped again, "Then what about these two families?"

The owners of the two adjacent houses, one has been named Song Mu in the genealogy of the Dali Song family, and has just returned to the capital with His Majesty the Emperor, and the other is named Chen Pingan, who has traveled far south, but owns two shops in the small town , with five hills in the west.

The old man looked embarrassed and said: "Among the 16 people, there should be no His Royal Highness and Chen Pingan."

Cao Xi snorted, "What about Li Xisheng?"

Old Man Qingshan, who is from the Shangzhu Kingdom of Great Li, shook his head and said, "Nothing."

Cao Xi turned his head to look at Cao Jun who had a pair of long and short swords hanging from his waist, "You have fought against Li Xisheng, and with a six-level cultivation, he let you return without success as a nine-level sword cultivation, how do you feel?"

Cao Jun said angrily: "How can he be so good, I'm such a wimp."

Cao Xi said with a smile: "Next, you, a worthless wretch, will soon go to the border to join the army. If you are lucky, you can stay by the side of Song Changjing, the king of Dali Fan, and follow the Dali cavalry all the way south. It just stopped in the middle of Pingzhou, how do you feel?"

Cao Jun said bluntly: "I'll just eat and wait to die."

Cao Mao, the son of Dali's first-class family, admires Cao Jun from the bottom of his heart. Although he and this sword repairer seem to be about the same age, they are actually a sixty years behind. Jun's cynicism, his disregard for everything, comes from his bones, not the superficial kung fu that he talks about.

Cao Xi said sternly: "In ten years, if you can't kill one or two ten-level old bastards, then I will kill you with my own hands."

Cao Jun clasped the back of his head with both hands, and smiled at Cao Mao: "After I die, remember to collect my body and bury it in the fairy tomb. I think the geomantic omen is good there, and I live next door to clay statues of Buddhist Bodhisattvas and Taoist officials." , you will feel better living there, because you don’t need to listen to people’s nagging, your ears must be clean, and no one will disturb your dreams.”

Mourning for his misfortune may not be true, and anger for indisputableness is true. Cao Xi was furious and said, "Little bastard, do you know what price I paid for repairing the innate sword qi lotus pond in the center of your lake?"

When Cao Jun laughed, his eyes were narrowed, like a sly fox, "I don't know, or you can tell me."

Cao Xi sneered and said, "It's a family misfortune to have descendants like you. No matter how much smoke rises from the ancestral grave, there's no way to get out. Go to the capital to find Song Changjing, and then go directly to the southern border. I don't want to see you again for ten years." you."

Cao Jun left as soon as he said it, stood up from the ground, laughed wantonly, and headed north against the wind.

Cao Mao, the construction supervisor who knows the rules of the world here, was about to sound a reminder, but it was too late.

On the banks of the Longxu River in the south of the town, a military sage sneered at the sword shop, "Things that don't have a long memory."

In the blue sky of Longquan County, there appeared a scene that looked like water gushing from a spring, and a long sword rose slowly.

"Ruan Qiong, don't you give me some face?"

Cao Xi's face was gloomy, and he flicked his wrist. The flying sword of his life, which looked like a green string, was the sword fairy Cao Xi's greatest reliance on Nan Po Sao Continent. Bing, when Cao Xi's mind moved, although the green string on his wrist did not show his real body, it trembled slightly, and there was a trace of green water vapor, rushing towards the sky where Cao Jun's figure disappeared.

The sword that Ruan Qiong gushed out of the spring slashed at the head of Cao Jun, the sword repairman who broke the rules. The speed was far faster than Cao Jun's speed to go northward against the wind. At the border of Zhudongtian, his head will be cut off with a sword.

Fortunately, between Ruan Qiongfeijian and Cao Jun's figure, there appeared out of thin air a surging blue river of water, which cut off the sky and blocked Ruan Qiongfeijian's path.

A sword cut through the river, which was only a few miles wide, and the two ends of the long emerald green river folded up, pressing towards the fierce flying sword that continued to sweep forward. , even if the river is endless, the flying sword controlled by the sage of the Fengxue Temple military strategist still cuts the river and cuts the water, going forward without hesitation.

Cao Jun kept his figure, but turned around, and the long sword at his waist came out of its sheath, just hitting the tip of Ruan Qiongfei's sword. Cao Jun's long sword flew high, vomiting a mouthful of blood, but his figure retreated at a faster speed fly away.

A hundred-mile-long river rolled into a ball, enveloping Ruan Qiong's flying sword tightly. In the big ball of green river water, sword energy shot out continuously, until finally the river water shattered and turned into raindrops all over the sky, just water droplets Before falling to the ground, it recondensed into strands of green sword energy, and leisurely returned to the town of Niping Lane.

Ruan Qiong's unscathed natal flying sword hovered high in the sky, paused for a while, and a small water pool appeared under the long sword. The flying sword slowly descended, sank into the water pool, and disappeared into the air.

The Po Suozhou Sword Cultivator, who had received a punch from Ruan Qiong before, successfully left the battlefield. Cao Jun laughed heartily: "The good wind sent me to the blue sky with its strength, thank you Saint Ruan and the ancestors for sending me off together."

In Niping Lane, the old man of the Shangzhu Kingdom of the Cao family has mixed feelings. Although he is not a qi practitioner, his family's guest ministers enshrine many masters on the mountain, but it is still very rare to see such earth-shattering gods fighting with their own eyes.Cao Mao, the kiln supervisor of the Cao family's grandson in the capital, asked, "Old ancestor, if you offend the saints here?"

Cao Xi sneered and said: "If you can't beat the [-]th-level Taoist Tianjun in Beiju Luzhou, can I still beat a new [-]th-level Cao Jun in Baopingzhou? If you can lose the face of the old Cao family, I won't lose Posuozhou to practice Qi the face of a soldier"

At this moment, the Shangzhu Kingdom of Cao's family and Cao Maocai, the superintendent of construction, really realized why this old ancestor who seemed to be kind to others in the small town could become the gatekeeper of the male town building by the sea.

A man stood at the other end of Niping Lane, "Then give it a try"

Cao Xi grinned and said, "Okay, you pick the location, I'll pick the time"

The man who came from the sword shop to Xingshi to inquire about the crime said without hesitation: "Among the mountains to the west, there is a valley with a radius of a hundred miles. .”

Cao Xi nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, we will fight again in 100 years."

Ruan Qiong froze for a moment, spit on the ground, turned and left.

Cao Mao covered his face with his hands.

Cao's Shangzhu Kingdom couldn't laugh or cry.

Cao Xi rolled his eyes and said: "Why is this called a battle of wits, you know nothing?"

Cao Xi walked into her old house first, and the grandpa and grandson behind her were just about to follow in, but the door was slammed shut.

Cao Mao and the grandfather of Shangzhu Kingdom in Dali looked at each other with wry smiles, so they had no choice but to leave Niping Lane and go to the supervisory office to secretly discuss the future layout of the family.

The wind and rain have started in the north of Aquarius Continent, and the situation is very favorable to the Great Li Dynasty. Of course, the sooner they enter the market, the greater the profit.

What's more, the Cao family has a big good news today. The ancestor Cao Xi will stay in Aquarius Island for a while, and the genius swordsman Cao Jun will enlist in the Dali Frontier Army. Presumably His Majesty the Emperor will read this incense more or less In the next hundred years, it is a certainty that the Cao family will stabilize the temple's arch-enemy, the Yuan family.

The old man surnamed Cui, who was used to coarse linen clothes and walking barefoot in the Bamboo House in Lost Mountains, changed his temper after a visit from Taoist Lu Chen of the Lotus Crown, changed into a scholar's green shirt and scarf, and made himself a walking mountain forest I often go down the mountain to buy ancient books and stationery supplies. I decorate the second floor of the bamboo building like a study of a scholarly family. Whenever I have time, I paint with a brush.

The boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt looked at each other, and mistakenly thought that the old man was insane. Later, the girl in the pink skirt saw the old man's calligraphy and often chatted with the old man, only to find out that the old man was a real master. Absolutely, for Confucian orthodox knowledge, it is even more profound.

The little boy in Tsing Yi is heartless and fearful of life and death. He only thinks that the old man will practice martial arts well, and he will become a big man with the best martial arts in this small world as soon as possible, so that he can feel at ease. You can't take it lightly, telling you earnestly that the clouds and turmoil in the Dali River and Lake still need to rely on a top-notch mountain cultivation to deter the little ones.

It's a pity that the old man doesn't want to pay attention to this guy at all, at most he just chats with the girl in the pink skirt who asks for advice, as for the so-called martial arts, he seems to just throw it on the ground and never pick it up again.The little boy in Tsing Yi shouted at Nai He, lamenting that it is better to ask others than to ask oneself, so he continued to practice diligently and tried his best to digest the two high-grade snake gallstones that had entered his stomach.

Recently, Wei Bo, the new God of Beiyue, who has been very busy, still comes to the bamboo building from time to time to visit the small pond where a purple gold lotus seed is thrown.

Except for the purple golden lotus seed that was left in Luopi Mountain, Chen Pingan listened to Wei Bo's suggestion, since he was the owner of Luopi Mountain, he left a small chapter on the first floor of the bamboo building as a thing that overwhelms the landscape.The seal is exactly "Chen Shishi" engraved by Qi Jingchun, there is no mystery, it is just a good vision Qi Jingchun gave Chen Pingan at that time.

Above the tenth realm, the end of martial arts, is the Martial God in the world, who can stand side by side with the mountain-top Qi practitioners in the world.

The girl in the pink skirt attaches great importance to this, almost surpassing the book box entrusted to him by the boy Cui Chen. Three times a day, morning, noon and evening, she will secretly take out the small seal that her master taught her, and use a silk scarf to carefully examine it. wipe.No matter how the little boy in Tsing Yi was deceived, she would not allow him to get involved.

Now born in Huang Tingguo Zhilan

With the help of the snake gallstone presented by Chen Pingan, the girl in the pink skirt in the building has broken through the last threshold of the lower five realms and entered the first realm of the middle five realms, the Dongfu realm.After that is the seventh Sea Viewing Realm, the eighth Dragon Gate Realm, the ninth Golden Core Realm, and the tenth Nascent Soul Realm. The road is still long and unreachable.

It's just that compared to the boy in Tsing Yi, who suddenly wants to make progress, the girl in the pink skirt is more natural. Apart from cleaning the bamboo building to be spotless every day, and flipping through the books to see the scenery, the mood is calm. The ferocious Yujiang water snake and the Shulou fire python incarnated by spirit and charm should be more calm and casual.

So now that she is a kid in Tsing Yi, she will despise her for being stupid and lazy, not knowing how to make progress.

That night, the little boy in Tsing Yi was meditating by the cliff, and the girl in the pink skirt sat on a small bamboo chair and ate melon seeds. Even the first-class scholarly family failed to breed a fire python like you, so it can be seen that chance is something that cannot be obtained."

The girl in the pink skirt smiled cutely and asked, "Grandpa Cui, do you think my master is in trouble now?"

The old man took pleasure in his misfortune and said: "The three strongest realms of martial arts polished by the old man, how can it be so easy to break, it is probably too early, maybe even in the southernmost Old Dragon City, Chen Pingan's realm is still not moving at all, just stay here honestly." On the bottleneck of the three realms, I was so sad that I drank alcohol every day, and then became a depressed little alcoholic."

The girl in the pink skirt complained in a low voice: "Half of my master's punches are taught by you, Grandpa Cui. If the master doesn't break through, how can you have fun secretly?"

The old man laughed and said: "You are not from our martial arts, and you don't know the weight of the statement that the world's strongest third realm is true. At that time, the old man killed the Cui family who was at the peak of the sixth realm with a single punch to worship Sun Shujian, and only used the fifth realm Ability, why is it because the martial artist's foundation is thick or thin, if the foundation is poor, like a high-rise building, it will shake when the wind blows, but if the foundation is good, it is a famous mountain, standing on the ground, and there is nothing to worry about in the wind and rain. It's just an itch."

The girl in the pink skirt said sadly: "My grandfather has no one to take care of him. He has to do everything by himself when he is away from home. Will it delay his boxing practice?"

The old man glanced at the back of the little boy in Tsing Yi, then looked away, looked at the little girl with a worried face, and said with emotion: "If you can get the two of you together without fighting, it's considered Chen Pingan's good training. I don't know what will happen to my family in the future." When he grows up, can Chen Pingan still be like this, dealing with people and being fair? Whether the rules of a small family are good or not, and whether the family style of a wealthy family is upright or not, it is two different things to deal with."

The girl in the pink skirt raised her head and said innocently and cutely: "If there is such a day, Grandpa Cui, please help my master a little bit."

The old man touched the little fire python's head, "There are some housework that outsiders can't help with."

The old man stood up slowly, and stretched out his fingers to the distance, "Imagine, if one day, Chen Ping'an founded a sect with you and the little water snake, and Qidunshanhei with golden threads growing out of his belly and four-legged dragon claws." Snake, there are so many hills, once every hill has a master sitting on it, such as the one who recognized Chen Pingan as Mr. Chen Pingan, and those children who called Chen Pingan as the junior uncle, then you will become the eyes of the world. There are elders of the sect in the immortal family mansion who want to recruit disciples. Chen Ping'an has gathered ten, hundreds or even thousands of people under his command. It's not something that can be solved with one punch and one sword, how should we deal with it?"

The girl in the pink skirt read all the history books of various countries in Zhilan Tower, and knew the difficulty of this problem, so she lost the mood to eat melon seeds.

The old man surnamed Cui said with a smile: "Actually, there is no need to worry too much. Chen Ping'an is a bit good, and few people may find out."

The girl in the pink skirt waited for a long time, but she didn't wait for the old man's next words, so she couldn't help asking: "Grandpa Cui, my master has so many advantages in him, and there are other things I don't know about."

The old man laughed heartily and said: "You little girl is really kind. She flatters people, especially your master. She can turn rain into spring and moisten things silently."

The girl in the pink skirt was a little embarrassed, thinking that she was not sycophanting, the master was just so nice.

The old man sat back on the bamboo chair and said with a smile: "Chen Ping'an is very talkative, and everyone who is close to him will take this as a matter of course, but one day, Chen Ping'an will be on something. , become very difficult to speak, even the most difficult to speak, at that time, strange things will happen, everyone will feel guilty and afraid, and it is definitely not the first time to refute anything."

The girl in the pink skirt put her palms together and murmured, "I don't want the master to be angry."

The old man sighed.

After he once killed someone outside the bamboo building, he asked Chen Ping an aggressively, "Will you practice boxing with me, or learn to be a man with me."

This is not only the old man's heartfelt words, but in fact he is not an old man with his eyes above the top. He thinks that he cannot calmly convince Chen Pingan on the point of "being a human being".

But if this is not the case, why is the old man willing to take Chen Pingan as the successor of boxing.

To recruit disciples, one must accept a guy who is expected to surpass oneself in the future, one is enough, otherwise, even if a group of nine or ten disciples are recruited, it is still a few ants under the general trend

The girl in the pink skirt suddenly asked timidly: "If one day, Grandpa Cui, you do something wrong, and then my master gets angry, will you be afraid?"

The old man knocked a chestnut on the little guy's head, then got up and left, angrily said: "Little girl really can't chat"

The boy in Tsing Yi who had been eavesdropping on the other side of the cliff turned his head with a smirk and gave a thumbs up to the girl in the pink skirt.

The girl in the pink skirt happily ate the melon seeds, thinking that it's not me, but my master.

Old man Yang of the Yang family's shop has guarded the small backyard year after year. For countless years, generations of Yang's children, in addition to taking over as the head of the Yang family, and certain people in the family who have been lucky enough to become the hideouts of Qi practitioners The characters are able to know the shocking secret, and carefully help the old man to guard the secret. The rest of the Yang family, whether they are the children of the Yang family who are born, old, sick, or dying, or the pharmacy shop assistants who come and go, will only know that there is such a person in the Yang family shop from generation to generation. The elders who are "the same age as their parents", that's all. I only know that the old man stays at home all the year round, has a strange temperament, and is not easy to deal with, but he is very good at curing diseases and saving lives. If you can't afford the money, then prepare the coffin. Anyway, the coffin shop is on the same street.

Old man Yang is still smoking dry cigarettes in the backyard today, but he has a new novel published by Dali Books in his hand. This novel is from a novelist. , just like the Mohist school, one of the four great schools, is no longer a famous school, and novelists have become one of the most common schools of thought, mostly writing some unpopular official and unofficial histories, as well as erotic prose that the common people love, Gaining gimmicks, of course, there are also criticisms of current events. In fact, a large part of the reputation of many emperors and generals in history was entrapped by the words of novelists. Nengchen, in the end, the most familiar thing to future generations is not those good recipes for governing the country, but what it means to control ten women overnight, and to be happy without women.Another example is that some great Confucian gentlemen and sages who are almost immortal in meritorious deeds and words will stay overnight in a nunnery, and finally become a shameless old man who picks up ashes. Gossip and jokes.

That's why there was once a Confucian sage who had no choice but to say angrily: "The low-level novelist is the first to harm the country and the people."

It's just that the sage of rites who made and took charge of the world's rules still gave the greatest tolerance to this, just like his attitude towards the monster race.

Therefore, at this moment, old man Yang, who was reading that novel, could not understand the dispute between the three and four in Central Earth and Shenzhou. Willing to give a thumbs up and say a good word.As for the "three", the Confucian sage who was conferred the title of sub-sage but was actually only the third highest in the Confucian Temple. Old man Yang couldn't get used to it. He thought that "sanctified" who had changed from commendatory to derogatory was the most appropriate description for this person.

Old man Yang's novel, which smelled of ink, was purchased by a shop clerk from Shusi Street in Longquan County. It contained many famous experiences of heroes in the rivers and lakes. When they were in adversity, There are always a few soul-stirring rhetoric, nothing more than those who resent God for not opening his eyes. Every time Old Man Yang sees these, he seems to be quite happy, but finally closes the book and says cheerfully: "You young people, just let it go Goodness."

After laughing, the old man put away the books, swallowed the clouds, and then shook out a small object that looked like a small temple from his sleeve, and dropped it on the ground. Said: "Song Qing, come out."

There was green smoke billowing out from the entrance of the small temple on the ground, and it quickly condensed into the appearance of an old man with a vicissitudes of life. When he saw old man Yang, he bowed to the bottom and said in a deep voice, "I have worshiped the god."

Old man Yang turned a deaf ear, and just ordered: "You are allowed to leave the jurisdiction of this place. Within Baopingzhou, your realm is still the same. In that heart lake and sword pool, the descendants of the Song family of your line will surely rise up in this general trend and enjoy the glory of the world for at least a hundred years, and the situation of your descendants will have no choice but to call themselves."

The old man was only in the shape of a ghost, but there was still green smoke condensed into a long sword hanging around his waist. With a happy expression, he bowed again and said, "Thank you, God, for your kindness."

Old man Yang then waved his sleeves, and there were golden talismans all over the old man Qingyan's body. They were the amulets to ensure that the old man with Yin objects could walk between heaven and earth. Covered by a big puff of smoke, I am afraid that he will be angry with the bullfighting and alarm all the Qi practitioners in Longquan County.

Old man Yang said: "Go, Cao Jun has already gone to the capital of Dali, you can tell him about this matter directly. Song Qing, if you dare to break the rules, don't say that you, Song Qing, are out of your wits on the spot, I guarantee you will be killed." The Song family of this lineage cuts the weeds and eradicates the roots, and if you want to cut off your incense, there will be no trace of your Song family's lineage for thousands of years."

The old man clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Never dare to offend the emperor."

Old Man Yang sneered and said, "It's useless to talk too much, I will watch your actions."

The old man took the order and passed away in a flash.

After the ghost in the small temple disappeared, old man Yang raised his head and looked at the thick sky in the vast world. He was speechless for a long time, and finally said helplessly: "There are gods three feet above the head, and people are watching the sky. If it is so, then Why is this"

On the second floor of a restaurant in a small town outside Jianshui Mountain Villa, by the window, an old man and a young man sit facing each other, eating hot pot, the table is full of dishes, spring bamboo shoots, yellow throat, lamb meat, goose intestines, duck blood

Of course, there are two jugs of good wine, and a dish of fresh spicy sauce that I prepared myself, which is bright red and can make the scalp tingle for those who don't eat spicy food.In fact, Chen Pingan didn't eat spicy food that much at first, but he couldn't resist Senior Song's persuasion, saying that there were no more than seven or eight kinds of homemade chili sauces in the restaurant, and it would be a pity if one was missing, so Chen Pingan bit the bullet and added all to the plate. A spoonful.

Since Song Yushao never showed his real identity in the villa or the small town, the chubby shopkeeper of the restaurant didn't know the sword master of Shushui Kingdom, he didn't even know the old owner of the swordsmanship villa, he only knew the surname Song Brother, he is a connoisseur who knows how to eat, and he will not disappoint his hot pot and good wine, so when he sees the old man bringing his friends to the door, he is very happy, and he personally takes them to the second floor and picks such a good seat. From the beginning to the end, there is no need for the waiters in the shop to serve the food and wine, and the shopkeeper does it all by himself.

Chen Pingan was sweating profusely and blushed, but he was no match for the delicious food. Besides, this time he paid the bill by himself, so if he didn't try to eat as much as possible, Chen Pingan would feel uncomfortable.

Song Yushao looked at the young man who let his stomach eat, and when he couldn't bear the spicy food, he would foolishly take a sip of wine, adding more spicy food, really wanting to die, but the chopsticks just refused to put it down, staring at it Song Yushao was in a good mood when he saw the food that could be served immediately in the hot pot. Compared with sitting alone and drinking alone in the past, the old man actually put down the chopsticks much faster.

Song Yushao picked up a glass of wine, stopped calling himself an "Old Man", and suddenly said, "Chen Pingan, in fact, according to the old rules, I shouldn't appear in the water pavilion. A martial artist breaks through the realm, just like a Qi practitioner on the mountain retreating. Taboo hates outsiders watching. So I punish myself."

The old man drank the wine in his glass.

Chen Ping quickly raised the wine glass, swallowed the food in his mouth, drank a glass with him, poured another glass, and said to the old man, "If it weren't for the old man, I would not even be able to cross the threshold of the four realms today. I You should respect the old man with a glass of wine."

The old man also drank a glass of wine.

Song Yushao looked at the endless flow of scenes on the street outside the window, and occasionally his eyes would stay for a while, and some of them would change their expressions slightly and quickly bow their heads after they met his gaze.

Song Yushao smiled slightly and looked away, "The reason why I went to Shuixie was because I had to tell you in person that no matter whether you can break through today or not, you will have to leave the villa tonight, and you will not be able to participate in tomorrow's martial arts lord ceremony. "

Chen Pingan still kept pouring wine, but the speed of picking up vegetables with chopsticks slowed down a bit, and asked softly: "Someone wants to harm the villa"

Song Yushao didn't hide anything, and smiled calmly: "The background is great, the momentum is great, but it has nothing to do with you, Chen Ping'an."

The old man raised his glass and took a sip of wine, "This is not to look down on you and your friends, but some housework in Jianshui Villa, which is inconvenient for friends from the rivers and lakes to intervene, but no matter what, as the master, he issued an order to evict the guests. Kindness, so I still need to punish myself. You Chen Pingan do whatever you want."

Chen Pingan was really casual, just toasted Xiaomi and took a sip of wine.

The old man didn't care about this, and continued to pick up a fresh and tender goose intestine with chopsticks, boiled it in the hot pot for a while, then put it into the hot sauce plate, stirred it lightly, rolled it in the fresh and hot sauce, and then lifted it Put the chopsticks in your mouth.

Chen Pingan hesitated.

Song Yushao smiled and said, "Let's just eat and don't talk about things. There are only beauties, beautiful scenery and delicious food in the world, and the three things are the most worthy of disappointment."

Chen Pingan buried his head in eating and occasionally drank.

There is no never-ending banquet in the world.

No matter how delicious the hot pot is, there is a time for the last chopsticks.

Satisfied with wine and food, Chen Pingan put down his chopsticks, and had already finished a pot of wine. This was the first time Chen Pingan drank a full catty and a half catty of wine in one breath, not to mention his face, ears and neck were completely red, drunk Said: "The father and daughter in Hengdao Villa don't seem to have troubled me."

Song Yushao laughed softly: "Green mountains and green waters will bring a brighter future. The same is true for grievances and grievances in the world. Fortunately, you are not from the country of Shushui, and you will leave soon. You may not come back in the future, otherwise you will be in trouble."

Song Yushao remembered something, "You seemed to be full of anger during that incident at the waterside pavilion. I was a little surprised. If I, Song Yushao, were just an ordinary person from the rivers and lakes, looking at it from the perspective of a bystander, it stands to reason that I wouldn't know Under the premise of your roots, Wang Yiran, the owner of Hengdao Villa, a long-renowned master of the rivers and lakes, can treat you as a young man with courtesy. Instead of bullying others, he is willing to apologize for his daughter. Somewhat unconvinced”

Chen Ping hiccupped, took off the Yangjian gourd on his waist, but did not drink, thought for a moment, and said seriously: "I don't have any opinion on Wang Yiran, but I think there is something wrong here."

Song Yushao asked curiously, "How do you explain this?"

Chen Ping took another sip of wine subconsciously, and with the help of dizziness, he said slowly: "I once heard an old gentleman talk about the sequence. I have never read a book and I don't know much, so I understand it very well. Shallow, but when I have nothing to do, I am willing to take out these knowledge, think about it more, and feel that right and wrong have a priority, of course, they are also divided into big and small. You can’t use a later right to cover up the previous wrong, even if the latter right is very big. , the mistake in the front is very small, but you still have to break the small mistake in front of it and talk about it. The truth is completely explained, and the right in the back can really stand firm. It's like a person who can't jump and walk. .”

"However, this little thing I figured out may not make much sense, because I have read many books during my travels southward, and the books don't talk about these things, so I have never been sure whether it is right or wrong. But if I follow my The truth, applied to the matter at the waterside pavilion, is that you, Wang Yiran, don't actually need to apologize to me, you just need to let your daughter stand up and say sorry to me, three words will do, otherwise, in the end, you, Wang Yiran, will be dignified! Master, if I apologize for others, do I have to accept it? Even if I take a step back and accept it, then your daughter is not wrong? Wrong is wrong. Today is like this, tomorrow will be like this, and in the next ten years, if it is someone else, that woman with a knife named Wang Shanhu, she may still be wrong."

Chen Pingan held the wine gourd in one hand, and scratched his head with the other, "Senior Song, I just said these things casually, talking nonsense, making you laugh."

Song Yushao was stunned at first, then dazed, and finally in a trance, only feeling that the rivers and lakes he believed were turned upside down.

In the end, Song Yushao recalled this life, especially the unbearable memory of his son Song Gaofeng. The old man didn't want to think about it anymore, let alone delve into the grievances and hatreds in it, but until today, until this moment, the old man Only then did I discover where my knot was, and why I was so guilty and remorseful, but I still didn't know why I couldn't get rid of it.

With red eyes, the old man raised his chopsticks tremblingly, picked up a chopsticks of food from the bottom of the hot pot, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly, gradually a smile appeared on his face.

Those old rules that are regarded as the standard by the old world are regarded as the golden rule by the older generation. It turns out that there are also mistakes

Why was my son Song Gaofeng wrong? Even if he was wrong, it was because of this son of a bitch.

It was the former martial arts leader who was born in the battlefield who was wrong. That grievance was not about that arm at all.

It's your daughter who owes me Song Yushao's son and my daughter-in-law an apology

In front of a young man, Song Yushao, who was full of old tears without feeling ashamed, slowly put down his chopsticks, stood up, and said with a big smile to Chen Pingan: "I, Song Yushao, will serve for me for this meal." Son and daughter-in-law, I invite you to Jianshui Villa"

There was an uproar on the second floor of the restaurant.

Because of the seven words Song Yushao and Jianshui Villa

Because this means that half of the rivers and lakes of the Shushui Kingdom have been romantic for a hundred years.

The old man finally clasped his fists to Chen Pingan and said: "I have something to say to my grandson, so I will go back to Zhuangzi first. I may not be able to say goodbye to you later, so it will still be the old saying of the rivers and lakes, the green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. I hope we will have a good time in the future." "

Chen Ping stood up in a daze, and saw the old man fly out of the window and fly all the way over the ridge of the roof.

Song Yu has been wearing that rusty iron sword for many years. Today, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the old man flew all the way to the gate of the villa, and then strode across the threshold, ignoring any compliments, directly in front of an unoccupied building. In the small courtyard where people have lived for many years, they found the young man who was standing in the distance with his eyes closed, his grandson Song Fengshan.

Song Fengshan opened his eyes without saying a word, just like when he was young, he stayed by his parents' sick bed.

Song Yushao took off the iron sword at his waist, held it with one hand, and handed it to the indifferent Song Fengshan, who asked, "Why?"

Song Yushao said in a deep voice: "This is your father Song Gaofeng's sword. The son inherits his father's legacy, so it should be handed over to you Song Fengshan."

Song Fengshan didn't reach out to catch the sword, and sneered: "Oh, it's another strange thing. First, you came early to celebrate the grandson's lord ceremony, and now you handed me a broken iron sword. Why, grandpa finally wants to take it off. The sword master of Shushui Kingdom and the old owner of Jianshui Villa are burdened, and he wants to have a grandson."

The young man held his hands behind his back, his eyes were sharp, but he said with a smile on his face: "I'm just sorry, my unfilial grandson wants to tell grandpa a bad news. His Majesty the Emperor personally issued several secret decrees. The imperial army of nearly ten thousand elites has already arrived in the city of Zhou." After the outside assembly is completed, the army will be overwhelming tomorrow to wipe out me, the rebellious new leader of the world. Grandpa, my grandson does not expect you to help me. Really, this is my grandson's sincere words. I just ask my grandpa to stand by and watch from the beginning to the end. , I just beg you not to give me another sword."

Song Yushao stared at his grandson's face, laughed heartily, took a step forward, and slapped him heavily on the shoulder, without hiding his smile and relief, the old man said in a low voice: "As expected of Song Gaofeng and Liu Qian His son, grandpa, knows that the person leading the army this time happens to be that woman's husband, General Chu Hao."

Song Fengshan was full of doubts and frowned.

Song Yushao said with a smile: "Since that vicious woman is making progress, I just take this opportunity. I, Song Yushao, also have a reason. I want to explain it to Jianghu and the court."

The old man's eyes were wet, but he still clenched his hand tightly. He raised his remaining hand, gently smoothed the frowning of his grandson in front of him, and murmured: "It's time for Grandpa to do something for you after all these years."

The young man took a step back, lowered his head, raised his hand, and covered his face with his arm.

The old man said softly: "Fengshan, from now on, grandpa won't nag you about those old rules, but in the end, I still hope you listen to it once. There are mistakes in the old world, but those things that are right, okay. Things, I hope you will not completely deny it when you are in the Jianghu in the future."

The old man put the old iron sword, which his grandson was reluctant to take over, on the stone table in the courtyard, and then walked to the gate of the courtyard alone. During this time, the old man looked towards the main room of the small courtyard, but the words came to his lips, but the old man still didn't say anything.

Song Fengshan asked in a hoarse voice, "Grandpa, where are you going?"

The old man strode forward and said with a smile: "Grandpa's saber has been left in the pool under the waterfall for so many years, go get the sword."

Until the figure of the old man disappeared, Song Fengshan stood still, motionless.

The door of the courtyard opened slowly, and a young woman walked out, asking, "Aren't you going to stop Grandpa?"

Song Fengshan wiped away his tears, stretched out his hand and lightly pressed the sword on the table, and smiled confidently: "Since we have a plan in advance and everything is under control, don't you want to see one person with one sword, stand in front of the battle, in case of danger?" The army is not going forward, anyway, as a grandson, I thought about it, and I have secretly thought about it for so many years."

The young woman wondered: "How did the ancestors figure it out?"

Immediately, the woman was a little worried, "The ancestors may not like what our villa does in the future."

Song Fengshan snorted coldly: "It's a big deal to let grandpa stab a few more times. If it's really not possible then, I will take out my father's sword and see if the old man is willing to do it again."

The woman joked: "Hey, I haven't called grandpa for more than 20 years, but today the sun came out from the west, and it's very smooth."

Song Fengshan glanced back.

The young woman smiled sweetly.

She is actually a dead soldier of the Great Li. One day, when the horse's hooves of the Great Li step on the central territory of Aquarius Continent, she will be able to hang up the peace card issued by the Great Li Dynasty to the people on the mountain.

Song Fengshan was well aware of this.

The next day, the meeting to elect the new leader of the Shushui Kingdom was held in Jianshui Villa as scheduled.

On the road from a state city in the Shushui Kingdom to the Jianshu Villa, cavalry troops galloped, and the dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun.

Among the army, there was a general in bright and heavy armor, riding a tall horse. With a smile on his lips, he raised his eyes and looked far away. He was full of ambition. It is the well-deserved No. 1 combat exploit of the Combating Water Kingdom.

The general narrowed his eyes suddenly.

Before the army.

An old man in black, known as the sword master of the country of combing water, took out his saber from the waterfall and stood in front of the army.

It's just that behind the old man, a young man with a sword and a wine gourd hanging from his waist followed in the distance.

Before punching thousands of horses and horses, the young man took off his sword-raising gourd, raised his head and drank a big mouthful of wine, enjoying himself.