Sword comes

Standing in the shade of the ancestral osmanthus tree on the top of Osmanthus Island, Chen Pingan had to think of the old locust tree in his hometown, but the osmanthus tree in front of him was covered with luxuriant leaves, but the old locust tree was no longer there. After Chen Pingan was sad , with a knowing smile, I still remember the picture of the little girl in the red padded jacket running with a locust branch on her shoulders, Li Baoping's lively and cute, fearless, and the carefreeness of Fan Er in the old dragon city, able to live every day It is very beautiful, and it will make Chen Ping'an very envious. I hope that one day I can become a person like them.

Except for Chen Pingan, there were ferry passengers standing in twos and threes under the old osmanthus tree. They were all spectators who came here admiringly. The painter of Osmanthus Island, who paints for them, and a family of three, asked the painter who is a Qi practitioner who is good at painting, to draw a family portrait for them as a souvenir.

Fan Er had reminded Chen Pingan on the carriage before that the guests who can go to Daoxuan Mountain from Old Dragon City to do business have different realms and good or bad backgrounds, but there is one thing in common, that is, these people are not easy to mess with , with seven turns and eight bends, anyone can move out one or two heavenly figures or nobles from the immortal family.Because the Fan family has a few warehouses of their own on Osmanthus Island, and many rich and powerful guests will also use Osmanthus Island to carry their goods. It's just a chance to get a transcontinental ferry and a mature and stable route.

Chen Ping'an was not a person who liked to cause trouble, so Fan Er's reminder was the icing on the cake.

At present, Chen Pingan stood quietly in the distance, and after waiting for a middle-aged painter to stop painting and deliver the scroll, Chen Pingan walked up and passed the cheerful woman holding the scroll, and he glanced at it. The picture scroll in the hands of a female qi practitioner is lifelike, it is not the rigid painted door god on the door of her hometown. On the picture scroll, the woman's clothes and blue silk are slowly fluttering, and a laurel leaf is also shaking like ripples. Ping'an's eyesight found that the woman's true face was slightly different from the painting, which seemed to add to the color of the painter's painting. Chen Ping'an was amazed.

The middle-aged painter shook his wrists when he saw this young man with a sword on his back. Behind him was an osmanthus lady holding a small case with the Four Treasures of the Study.

The painter smiled and asked: "My lord, I also want to paint. Our osmanthus island travels across continents. Before we reach the inverted mountain, there will be ten scenic spots along the way, and each place is a unique beauty in the world. Among them is this plant. The ancestral old osmanthus tree, dipped in the light of fairy osmanthus, will have a faint fragrance lingering in the scrolls we draw, which can be preserved for a hundred years without fading, and can avoid damage by insects and ants. It will never disappoint you."

Before leaving, Chen Pingan had already put away the Guike wooden plaque, nodded and said with a smile, "I want to draw three of the same picture. May I ask you how much it will cost?"

The middle-aged painter was stunned for a moment. He didn't know whether the boy in straw sandals in front of him was the grandson of a real man who doesn't show his face, or a rich kid who doesn't understand the world. Most people can draw at most one painting. How could they ask for as many as three at a time? Not disliking himself for earning a lot of money, the painter smiled and said, "One painting is thirty snowflakes. If you want three paintings, it can be cheaper, and you only accept 25."

The sweet-scented osmanthus lady who was far less beautiful than Jinsu in Guimai small courtyard smiled sweetly and added softly, "If you have the special wooden token of Osmanthus Island, you can get a discount."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "No, I'm just an ordinary guest."

Chen Pingan took out 25 snowflake coins, and according to the request of Miss Osmanthus, just put them on the small case she was carrying, and the painters of the Fan family were not enough.Then the middle-aged painter asked Chen Pingan to stand under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, changed several positions one after another, and finally chose a spot with the best view. Chen Ping stood alone under the tree, facing the painter's scrutiny, he was obviously a little cautious. After a few words of consolation with a pleasant face, he relaxed a little, his limbs were no longer so stiff, but his face was still sullen. The artist didn't dare to point fingers too much, thinking that it would be a big deal to put more thought into writing.

The sweet-scented osmanthus lady couldn't help smiling. Such a shy guest is rare in Osmanthus island, where the gods gather. Some bold men and women once asked if they could stand on the ancestral osmanthus tree, so that The painter simply came up with a picture of climbing high and looking into the distance, and the woman asked if she could hold a laurel branch in her hand, of course not.

The middle-aged painter picked up the brush and waved his sleeves lightly. The rare rice paper from Qingluan Kingdom slid down from the small case and flew towards him slowly, hovering motionless as if placed on top of a flat painting case. superior.The painter is not in a hurry to put pen to paper, but begins to brew emotions, writing penetratingly, and painting figures should also be drawn with a spirit.

The painter held the back in one hand and the pen in the other, staring at the young boy under the tree, carrying the sword box on his back, clenched his fists, hanging down on the sides of his body, bright eyes, dark complexion, wearing a pair of uncommon straw sandals, plain clothes It's a bit shabby, but it's clean and tidy, so it doesn't give people the slightest look of sloppiness.Compared with the young and strong men in the south, he is only a little shorter. Maybe in the northern part of Aquarius Island, he will appear relatively younger.

But the painter who is skilled in painting was surprised to find that he couldn't grasp the spirit of the boy in front of him. It's not that the boy didn't have it, but the painter couldn't be sure. The painter is unwilling to show his timidity, lest the cooked duck fly away, and he can draw five of the 25 snowflakes, which is not a small amount.

The middle-aged painter had no choice but to bite the bullet and start painting with confidence.

The first portrait of a young man can only be said to be very similar in appearance, not to mention a Qi trainer like him, or an ordinary court painter of the Yamashita Dynasty. The painter himself is extremely dissatisfied, but he can't tell.

After the painting was finished, the artist took a rest, and the young man also took off the hip flask around his waist, took a sip of wine, and became more relaxed after drinking. The young man turned his head and glanced at the northern land, with a knowing smile on his face Thinking, probably thinking of some beautiful person or thing, the boy looked away, folded his arms around his chest, straightened his chest, and smiled brightly.

The painter accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

As a result, the second painting is obviously a bit more spiritual, and the complex emotions of the young man traveling thousands of miles away from his hometown slowly flow out from the painter's pen.

During the rest of the middle-aged painter, the boy drank again, and then he lost his smile. He no longer folded his arms around his chest, and seemed to not want the wine gourd on his waist to appear in the painting, hiding it hanging behind him, but the boy's imposing manner was invisible , more stable, more like an adult who can take care of himself no matter how far away he is from his hometown.

The third painting, the artist is also quite satisfied.

Miss Osmanthus had already familiarized herself with adding the three scrolls to the white jade scroll, and trotted all the way from Chen Pingan. After seeing the three paintings, she looked very happy and had no objection.The middle-aged painter was actually a little apprehensive when handing over the painting to the boy, "I hope you will be satisfied."

Chen Pingan held the three-axis scroll with both hands, and said with a bright smile, "That's great, thank you."

The middle-aged painter felt relieved, and said with a smile: "If you still want to paint in the future, you can make an appointment with me. After that, I will definitely paint the nine scenes of Osmanthus Island on time, and I will give you a [-]% discount on all prices. My name is Su Yuting, and you only need to go with the ferry boat." Ask any sweet-scented osmanthus girl, and you can find me when the time comes."

Chen Pingan nodded, said goodbye and left.

In fact, Chen Pingan didn't have the nerve to say that the chances of the Nine Scenes on the Sea are not great. According to Zheng Dafeng's attitude of not giving up until he gets killed, and Chen Pingan's temper that likes to ask for trouble, it is very unlikely that he will leave Guimai Courtyard from now on. half a step.

Back at the house in Guimai Courtyard, Chen Pingan began to write letters, and he still wrote every stroke seriously, full of craftsmanship, not to mention compared with his disciple Cui Dongshan, I am afraid that even Li Baoping is far behind. Can't compare.

Chen Ping'an wanted to send a letter to Shanya Academy and Longquan, his hometown, at the Dust Drug Store in Old Dragon City before, but he was afraid of causing trouble. After all, Old Dragon City's surname was Fu, so he didn't dare to act rashly.Knowing that there is a fairy post on the Fan family’s sweet-scented osmanthus island where there is a flying sword to send messages, I thought about taking a boat and then said it again. It just so happened this time that I painted three portraits, one for Li Baoping with a letter, and one for him. Going to Longquan, when the time comes, let the little boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt help him go to the grave of his parents and burn the painting, so that his parents know that he is doing well now, so Chen Pingan Only under the osmanthus tree will he hide the raising sword gourd, but he must not let his parents know that he is already a little drunkard.

After writing two letters and carrying two scrolls, Chen Pingan left the yard again and went to Xianjia Station.This time, Chen Pingan met Jin Su, the sweet-scented osmanthus girl outside the door. Although Chen Pingan insisted on going to the post station to send a letter, Jin Su also insisted on leading the way, saying that although she did not live in the Guimai courtyard, she was still a maid in that courtyard. , if Chen Pingan had to deal with this kind of thing alone, she would definitely be punished by Aunt Gui and the Fan family. Chen Pingan had no choice but to let her follow. Even if Chen Pingan still put away the Guike wooden sign and handed over the snowflake money as an ordinary guest, the woman just pretended not to see it at all.

Jin Su sent Chen Pingan back to the gate of the small courtyard, and then stopped to say goodbye.Back at the residence, Aunt Gui was in an elegant and quiet courtyard, so they lived together.

Even the old man on Osmanthus Island didn't know that Jin Su was the woman's only disciple.

Jin Su sat opposite to the woman, and the woman asked with a smile, "Why, what's on your mind is related to that young man?"

Jin Su, who is naturally cold-tempered, doesn't smile too much even when facing this mentor, "It's a bit weird."

Aunt Gui smiled and said, "You are still only in this corner of Osmanthus Island, following the ferry back and forth on the sea, in fact, there are very few opportunities to deal with people, and you will think that boy is strange and normal."

For the first time, Jin Su showed a girlish and naive look, and said angrily: "I have also disembarked and visited the inner city a few times, and I have seen many young and handsome people in the old Dragon City."

The woman laughed dumbly, "Then she fell in love with Sun Jiashu at first sight and even rejected Fu Nanhua's kindness mercilessly. Do you know that the Fan family hopes that you and Fu Nanhua will get closer, but although the Fan family is a business People, but the family style has always been good, even if you are ignorant and almost got into trouble, you still don't want to force others to make things difficult for you, try another old Longcheng surname and you will suffer a lot by now."

Jin Su's eyes were sharp, "The Fan family treated me well, and I will naturally repay the favor in the future, but if I dare to push people too far in this kind of matter, I"

Before the woman could finish speaking, the woman leaned forward, stretched out her hand and slapped the disciple's forehead heavily, and said with an angry smile: "Stop talking useless big words, a cave qi practitioner who has stumbled into the middle five realms, really thinks he is something You are a genius in cultivation. Just talking about talent, you are similar to Fan Boy. You are amazing in Old Dragon City, but you can’t be considered the best in the entire Aquarius Continent.

Speaking of this, the woman sighed, how difficult it is to accept a disciple who is "self-satisfied" who agrees with her heart, and it is even more difficult for a disciple to break through all the way and reach the sky step by step.Therefore, for the real mountaintop fairy family, the matter of recruiting disciples has always been the top priority, second only to her own longevity. Xinxing takes ten years at the least, and a hundred years at the longest. Only after everything is ready, will the disciple's apprenticeship ceremony be accepted.

The proud young woman kept doing things, since there were no outsiders here anyway, she got up and moved a seat, sat beside the woman, hugged Aunt Gui's arm, and said coquettishly, "Isn't Jin Su still a good master?"

Aunt Gui pointed at the girl with one finger, and joked, "You have a good master, but I have a poor apprentice who doesn't make people worry about it."

The young woman hugged the woman's arm, leaned her head on the woman's shoulder, and murmured: "Master, do you think Sun Jiashu likes me?"

Aunt Gui did not answer the question, but teased, "Spring is gone, but the heart of spring is still there."

Jin Su was shy and complained, "Master!"

The woman turned her head to stare at the disciple's face, and said with a kind smile, "How can a man not like such a pretty girl?"

Jin Su is full of joy.

But the woman sighed immediately: "But have you ever thought that besides being an outstanding man, Sun Jiashu is also the head of the Sun family in Old Dragon City, a man who is ambitious and wants to become the ancestor of the Sun family's prosperity, and is also a gift from the merchants?" Highly hoped disciple. Even if the two of you finally overcome all difficulties and finally come together, once you marry a merchant wife, your path of cultivation will be very difficult."

The young woman looked sad.

The woman stroked the soft green silk of the golden millet, "The scenery on the road is infinitely beautiful, but walking is not easy. All choices are self-cultivation. Life in this world is a painstaking practice."

The woman suddenly laughed and said: "Master, I don't understand why you just look down on Fan boy. If you really like him, Master will waste the thousands of years of incense with the Fan family even if you don't want to lose face. And also to promote a marriage between the two of you."

Jin Su groaned, and quickly sat up straight, "Master, don't mess with mandarin ducks, that boy Fan is stupid, he doesn't have the slightest heroic spirit or the appearance of a hero, he messes around all day long, if I fall in love with him like this Kid, that's the real obsession."

The woman shook her head with a smile.

Jin Su said softly: "Look, Master, this friend Fan Er met is so boring, like a lump of elm, he is rigid in everything he does and says, this kind of person, no matter how good his family background is, let the Fan family treat him solemnly. Future achievements will definitely not be much higher.”

The woman thought for a while, and neither approved nor denied this matter.

After Chen Ping returned to the yard, he had nothing to worry about for the time being, and began to practice six-step walking in the yard.

In fact, the old Jindan swordsman could observe the boy's boxing practice without leaving the house, but the old man still opened the door and walked out to watch the boxing post openly.

Chen Pingan didn't care about this, and just practiced boxing silently.

Before taking the Shushuiguo ferry, Chen Pingan practiced boxing relatively slowly. On the 20-mile Longlong Road and the Yangzhitang ferry after that, Chen Pingan was already at the threshold of crossing the threshold of the four realms. The state, so the punches are extremely fast, a total of 30 punches, as if it was completed in the blink of an eye.

Now that he has completely broken through the bottleneck of the third realm and entered the fourth realm, Chen Pingan slowed down his punching speed again.

The three realms of qi refining for a pure martial artist are qi refining, not the qi training of a monk. It is to work hard on the three things of soul, soul, and gallbladder.

The old man surnamed Cui from the Lost Mountain Bamboo House once said that Chen Pingan, the strongest of the three realms, as long as he successfully breaks through the realm, the three realms of Qi refining will be smooth and unimpeded.

Regarding the torment of the fourth realm now, Chen Pingan always felt a little erratic and empty, unlike the first three realms, where every step fell on the solid ground,

So Chen Pingan still doesn't feel deeply about it for the time being, and doesn't know if his fourth level is solid enough.

The old man once suggested that for the four, five or six levels of martial arts, it is best to look for opportunities on the ruins of the ancient battlefield. There are many evil winds, yang and strong winds, and all kinds of chaotic auras of various origins. It is a good thing for Wu Fu to temper his soul and courage. In the final analysis, it is still the word of suffering.

This is fighting against heaven and earth.

The next best thing is to kill on the battlefield, and the more bloody the battle is, the more you can understand "the world is an enemy".

The second is to catch and fight in the rivers and lakes, using the masters of the rivers and lakes or the Qi trainers of the five middle realms as sharpening stones to sharpen their martial arts cultivation.

As for the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the sword Qi freely traverses the sky and the earth, and it inherently rejects all Qi trainers other than sword cultivators, let alone pure warriors. The realm climbed, and he died suddenly on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, so the old man asked Chen Pingan to enter the fourth realm before setting off for the inverted mountain, climbed to the top of the city, and then walked down the top of the Great Wall of Sword Qi alive.

As for how long Chen Pingan needed to stay at the top of the city, as for how to control the scale and climb as many times as possible to the top of the city, the old man didn't say a word, probably because he felt that these were pure nonsense.

The barefoot old man's eyesight was too high, he had reached the peak of the tenth realm a hundred years ago, so his eyes have been looking at the highest place in the Haoran world.

Therefore, many martial arts "Masters" have to repeat the words many times, but the old man didn't say a word to Chen Pingan.

For example, the opportunity to break through between March [-]th and June [-]th is not mentioned at all.

And the mysteries of the strongest people in each realm of martial arts, I don't want to talk about it.

The less the old man talks, the more he expects.

The disciples I taught by hand, the nine realms are not enough to see even the ten realms

You, Chen Pingan, should go straight to the legendary Martial God Realm

If you want me, Cui Laoer, whose heart is higher than the sky, I also think that you, Chen Pingan, are heaven above<b

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But the world is so wonderful, old man Cui said very little, but Chen Ping understood more.

For the two consecutive great opportunities in Sun's ancestral house, Chen Pingan was ignorant for the first time, and felt that the punch was not happy. Later, he knew the truth, even if he kept vigil again and again, he finally waited for the opportunity to come. At that moment, Chen Pingan suddenly realized that he had to strike again with this punch.

Then without hesitation, those golden air currents were transformed into cloud sea dragons, and they were sent back to the sky again.

One old and one young are unreasonable.

Ma Zhi, a swordsman at the Golden Core Realm, was not surprised at first, but after watching the young man boxing for a long time, he finally saw something.

The old man shook his head and smiled wryly, feeling like he had seen a ghost.

The soul and guts of a pure martial artist have already taken shape, just waiting to be beaten.This means that from the fourth level to the sixth level, it will be very fast, and it can be said to be unimpeded. If you blindly pursue the speed of martial arts climbing, you can completely frighten others.

If he hadn't known in advance that the young man had just entered the fourth realm, the old man would not have been so shocked, but Mr. Zheng clearly said that the young man was only in the fourth realm.

How can there be such an overbearing Fourth Realm in the world?

This fan family Qingke discovered the natal flying sword in his Qi Palace, ready to move.

The old man actually had a thought of exchanging swords with the young man.

A Jindan Sword Cultivator of the Ninth Realm of a Qi Practitioner, seriously strikes a sword against a pure martial artist of the Fourth Realm

The old man was full of regret and felt that he was really old.

However, the old sword cultivator soon felt relieved, the sky is big and the earth is big, and he, the frog in the well hiding in the old dragon city, can see how many geniuses in Jiuzhou

The young man practicing boxing with his back sword in front of him is just one of them.

The old man suddenly had a whim, and asked with a smile: "Chen Pingan, don't you want to become the strongest martial artist in the four realms?"

Chen Ping just finished a six-step walk, turned around and punched non-stop, and answered, "It must be."

The old man only thinks of this young man who can use his relationship to test his sword. He was born in the top wealthy family in Aquarius Continent. Vigorous young and frivolous, not annoying.

The old man didn't know.

The fist practiced by the young man in front of him is just such a shallow punch, and he has punched it hundreds of thousands of times.

At dusk, the Osmanthus Island ferry, which was previously covered by the huge island, slowly set sail. If someone is at the top of the old dragon city, they can see the huge figure of this ferry from a high altitude.

Of course, if you were on this island hanging out of the ocean, you would see it clearly.

For example, Sun Jiashu, the head of the Sun family.

This time when he left the Old Dragon City, Sun Jiashu did not ask his family to follow him because he had an extra young swordsman from Fenglei Garden, Liu Baqiao.

Liu Baqiao, who rushed to the old dragon city after a long journey, was squatting on the railing of the island viewing pavilion, looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus island from a distance, feeling a little tired and desolate. The tiredness was due to the fact that he was going all the way south with the sword, and he was inevitably exhausted. Loneliness is full of mixed feelings, as if a gloom has crawled from the stomach to the throat, and I want to spit it out, but I am afraid of hurting my friend.

Sun Jiashu said softly, "Why don't you go to Osmanthus Island to explain it?"

Even if Liu Baqiao is an extremely talented swordsman, he hastily left Fenglei Garden all the way, Yujian is so far away, his lips are still chapped, he stretched out his hand to wipe it, shook his head and said: "I don't have the guts to see Chen Ping'an."

Sun Jiashu leaned against the pillars of the pavilion, sat next to Liu Baqiao, smiled wryly, "This time I'm the one who failed you."

Liu Baqiao waved his hand, "Chen Ping'an is only a friend of my Liu Baqiao, not your Sun Jiashu's friend. I didn't expect Chen Pingan to hide so many secrets, even your Sun Jiashu couldn't escape Money touches people's hearts, but in the final analysis, it is my fault, or I underestimated my friend's ability, Sun Jiashu, don't feel more guilty because of what I said, it doesn't need to, and it shouldn't."

Sun Jiashu rested his arms on the railing and looked sideways. The handsome man became more and more elegant as the breeze blew on his face. He said softly: "That's the reason, but things shouldn't have gotten so bad. You didn't scold him. I don't beat me up, and you are still reasoning with me right now. I, Sun Jiashu, know how much you, Liu Baqiao, don't like to talk about reasoning. So why do you think you mean to break up with me? "

Liu Baqiao shook his head and said, "No. You think too much."

Liu Baqiao turned his head and twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "Really."

Sun Jiashu said with a smile: "You made me suffer so badly this time, does it mean that I originally set my heart on the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch?"

Liu Baqiao continued to look into the distance, grinning, "sour, even more sour than Chen Pingan's pickled vegetables."

Sun Jiashu laughed, but only sighed in his heart.

The two got up and returned to Old Dragon City, and Sun Jiashu took Liu Baqiao to Sun's ancestral house.

The ancestor of the Nascent Soul Realm Sun Clan, who is like a pin-fixing sea god, fell in love with Liu Baqiao, a rising star in Fenglei Garden, the first time he met him.

As an Earth Immortal, the old man seldom used his chopsticks nowadays, but today he still sat at the same table with the two young people and had a supper, which was Liu Baqiao's favorite food.

Liu Baqiao joked with the ancestor of the Sun family, just like his early years, boasting and boasting that he never knew what sensuality was, and he was unambiguous in revealing faults, which made the old man laugh out loud.

Liu Baqiao wanted to rush back to Fenglei Garden, and after dinner, he put on the old dragon cloud pendant and left with his sword.

In the night, Sun Jiashu was fishing silently on the shore with a fishing rod in his hand.

In the middle of the night, Sun Jiashu suddenly raised his head.

Liu Baqiao turned his sword back here, landed behind Sun Jiashu, and kicked the Patriarch of the Sun family into the river.

Afterwards, Fengleiyuan Sword Cultivator continued to drive his sword north without saying a word.

Sun Jiashu walked ashore like a drowned rat, but instead smiled happily.

The ancestor of the Sun family appeared next to Sun Jiashu out of thin air, and said earnestly, "It is a blessing to have a friend like Liu Baqiao in this lifetime, no matter whether it is a year or a hundred years, and you must cherish it."

Sun Jiashu wiped his face, and said with a smile: "I really found out today. Old Ancestor, can you let me be self-willed once in the future and do what Sun Jiashu wants to do, but as the head of the Sun family?"

The old man did not hesitate, "The ancestors of the Sun family are happy to see it succeed."

Sun Jiashu suddenly bowed to the old man, "Thank you, old ancestor, for your kindness"

The old man smiled heartily: "It doesn't look like a brat, you are the head of the family now."

Sun Jiashu carried the fishing rod and basket, and walked quickly back to the Sun family's ancestral house, and left that night to go to the Sun Mansion in the inner city to handle business.

A Jindanjing priest from the Sun family's ancestral house found the Sun family's ancestor not long after Sun Jiashu left, and said straight to the point with a smile: "The Sun family has this patriarch, and I would like to renew the contract with the Sun family for another hundred years. "

The old man laughed and agreed.

Finally, the old man came to the ancestral hall alone and silently lit three sticks of incense.

Dust pharmacy.

Since Fan Er didn't have to go to the family ancestral hall to be punished, the boy came to chat with Mr. Zheng generously.

When the boy came to the door, the man was lying on the counter, flirting with a plump shop lady, and asked her man who was a coachman, after a hard day, if he still had strength when he came home at night.The woman had long been accustomed to the tricks of the shopkeeper at the dust drug store, and replied with a smile on her face, "My bed has been repaired by a carpenter several times.

Fan Er just heard this sentence, pretended not to understand anything, the woman was a little shy, after all talking nonsense with the shopkeeper, tit for tat, it was fun to relieve boredom, in front of ordinary outsiders, she really didn't dare to be so bold and unrestrained.Zheng Dafeng didn't want to let the woman go, and said with a smile to Fan Er: "If your family also needs to find a carpenter to repair the bed in the future, you can ask this sister to help you introduce acquaintances."

Fan Er let out an oh.

There was an overwhelming sound of crusade in the shop, some threatened to sew up the shopkeeper's mouth with needles and thread, and some threatened to give money and stop cooking.Zheng Dafeng just took it as a tickle, and smiled and took the boy to the backyard. Before the two sat down, Fan Er had already taken the initiative to help Zheng Dafeng tinker with the old cigarette rod, and the latter spit out a smoke ring. Longcheng, really refreshed.

Fan Er sat on a small bench and asked, "Mr. Zheng, the Fu family is married, will you go?"

Zheng Dafeng said unhappily: "If I am the groom of the wedding night in the bridal chamber, I will go."

Fan Er whispered: "I heard that Fu Nanhua's daughter-in-law who hasn't married is not particularly good-looking."

Zheng Dafeng sneered and said, "Yunlin Jiang's prostitute is not good-looking. If she becomes my daughter-in-law, I will not get out of bed every day."

Fan Er was speechless.

Mr. Zheng Da is good at everything, but it's the blunt talk that makes him a little overwhelmed.

As far as chatting with people is concerned, it is more interesting to be with Chen Pingan.

Zheng Dafeng asked suddenly: "Chen Pingan regards you as a friend"

Fan Er nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, we are very good friends."

Zheng Dafeng raised his head and swallowed the clouds, playing with his taste: "Stupid people have stupid luck."

It was rare for Fan Er to refute this martial arts and sky-high teacher, "Sir, don't say that about Chen Pingan, he is not stupid, he is very smart, even I admire him for being able to do so many things. I think I can know him." Chen Pingan is my blessing."

Zheng Dafeng glanced at this stupid boy, "No wonder you can become friends."

Zheng Dafeng restrained his expression, and said in a deep voice: "I just confirmed two things personally. Fan Er, listen carefully."

Fan Er immediately puffed up his chest and listened attentively.

Zheng Dafeng stretched out a finger, "My senior brother, Li Er, was once the strongest in the ninth realm, and I, Zheng Dafeng, was once the strongest in the eighth realm. So Li Er gave birth to a pair of promising sons and daughters. I won’t mention this one, but I almost, just a little bit, was about to complete a feat that no one has ever done before, and went straight from the eighth realm to the tenth realm. Looking back at Chen Pingan’s martial arts three realms, twice It attracted the vision of heaven and earth, as well as his current wealth, so there is a saying that is correct and absolutely true."

Fan Er's eyes widened, full of curiosity.

Zheng Dafeng looked solemn, "As long as you become the strongest in a certain martial arts realm in Haoran Tianxia, ​​you can get a steady stream of blessings. Of course, if you want to squat in a latrine and don't shit, it's okay, you should break through the realm It is still necessary to break through, otherwise it will violate the purpose of martial arts, and it will be bad."

Fan Er cautiously asked: "Sir, do you want to say that I am now the strongest in the world, but my sister said that my qualifications are mediocre, which is not good. Is it because her vision is not as good as Mr. Haha, no wonder My husband said it’s no wonder that Chen Pingan and I became good friends, no wonder, no wonder, it turns out that we are the number one and second three-level warriors in the world.”

Zheng Dafeng didn't come anywhere, pointed at the door of the bamboo curtain, and cursed with a smile: "Get out, go and sit over there."

Fan Er hurriedly moved the small bench to sit there obediently, it seemed that he wanted to go wrong.

I've only been with Chen Ping'an for a few days now, I used to be quite smart, but suddenly I became so careless as a child

Zheng Dafeng took a puff of dry smoke, "You can break through the three realms immediately, and when you reach the fourth realm, I plan to help you fight for that chance. Although it is very slim, I, Zheng Dafeng, am a warrior of the nine realms. It’s not too far behind Li Er and Song Changjing, I don’t believe that I’m serious for the first time, and there’s anything I can’t do.”

Fan Er timidly said: "The strongest fourth realm"

Zheng Dafeng nodded, "Finally, I didn't give my brains to Chen."

Zheng Dafeng's face was full of sternness, and he was secretly happy in his heart. While you, Chen Pingan, suffered a lot in Osmanthus Island and the Great Wall of Sword Qi, you also had to go through a big day that ordinary warriors don't expect, but it is extremely dangerous for you. The pass, in the end, even after passing that pass and going through untold hardships, the strongest of the four realms is your friend Fan Er by your side, not your kid. Isn’t that interesting?

Having said that, there are thousands of heaven's favorites walking on martial arts in a vast world, even Fan Er, who is not surprisingly talented, can't beat it, and Chen Pingan doesn't have to compete for the strongest four realms at all.

At this moment, Fan Er held back for a long time, but still couldn't help but said: "Sir, according to what you said, Chen Ping'an is already in the fourth realm. If I sneak into this fourth realm, will I be with you one day?" He bumped into each other sir, in fact, when I was practicing martial arts, I just didn’t have the talent of a Qi practitioner, so I wanted to reach the very high eighth level, and it’s enough to be able to swim against the wind like a Qi practitioner, what? I don't have much confidence in the strongest four realms, and I don't want it that much."

At the end, the young man lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Zheng Dafeng.

Zheng Dafeng was full of passion and ambition, so he just poured cold water on his head.

Fortunately, Zheng Dafeng's mental toughness is far superior to that of ordinary people, otherwise he would not be in the state he is today, and it would just be his own temporary idea, which is just another boring thing.

Zheng Dafeng smiled, "Don't rush to deny it, wait until you reach the fourth level, and if you change your mind at that time, you can tell me."

Fan Er smiled and said, "Okay."

Zheng Dafeng waved his hand, "Hurry up and get out, I have no ambition at all, it's annoying to watch."

The young man stood up and put the bench back to its original position. When he walked to the door of the bamboo curtain, he turned his head and said with a smile: "Isn't it Mr. Sui, who likes to enjoy happiness."

Zheng Dafeng rolled his eyes.

The young man passed by the pharmacy in front of which the business was deserted. The women and girls said goodbye, and the young man greeted them one by one in response.

After stepping out of the dusty pharmacy, Fan Er looked up at the sky. He didn't know when his sister would return home. If she accidentally found him a brother-in-law he didn't like on this trip to Dali in the north, he would have a headache .Hello, sister, parents, ancestors, guest priests, Mr. Zheng, and my friend Chen Pingan just met, but my brother-in-law is so awkward.

The young man shook his head, walked alone in the alley, and while there was no one around, he punched out what he thought was the most majestic and domineering punch.

It's a pity that Chen Ping'an was not present, otherwise he would have to bow down.

The next time we meet, Chen Pingan and I must learn from the heroes of the rivers and lakes, chop off the chicken head and burn yellow paper, call each other brothers

The more Fan Er thought about it, the happier he was. His punches became more and more like bastard punches. He still didn't forget to give himself a soft cheer. After he stopped, he said, "This set of punches is really soul-stirring."

The young man didn't know that behind him stood a young woman in a green robe at the entrance of Dust Pharmacy. She was drinking wine, looking at the young man's back, and muttered, "Fan Parents really did not choose the name Er, Er is too bad."

On the sweet-scented osmanthus island, which traveled far across the sea, Chen Pingan practiced the six-step walking over and over again in the Guimai courtyard in the dark.

Before reaching the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it is really expected to punch 100 million

After taking the piles, Chen Pingan began to practice Jianlu piles.

In the middle of the night, Chen Pingan returned to his room. In midsummer, the boy was lying on the cool and precious bamboo mat, habitually putting the wooden box inside the bed, and he could reach it with his hand.

Close your eyes and slowly fall asleep.

There was a smile on the boy's face.

He was about to go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, to practice fisting on the top of the city.