Sword comes

An osmanthus island is like the bottom of a big bowl, and the sea water is the wall of the bowl.

All the passengers are very likely to become the dishes of those descendants of Jiaolong.

It will be a long-lost feast.

Osmanthus fragrans Island and the water below the ferry boat have hovered still, and the surroundings are full of gloomy gaze from Jiaolonggou.

The current situation is extremely delicate, and there is no sound on Osmanthus Island. There are resentment and complaints about Osmanthus Island, and there are also people who are at a loss for disasters. Successfully surviving to the end, not to mention the Osmanthus Island treasury, just snatching up a few corpses of Qi practitioners, is already a huge fortune.

At the forefront, Aunt Gui, the steward who has been hiding her secrets, hovered in front of the cliff in the sea, and confronted the golden old dragon. At that time, it was called "the sound of water" by scholars and scholars at that time. As for why Aunt Gui was proficient in this word, why she dared to go deep alone and confront many dragons alone, the passengers on Osmanthus Island have already been too lazy to think deeply, and they can't wait for this ordinary woman He transformed himself into a monk of the upper five realms, turned the tide, and then led Osmanthus Island out of this damn Jiaolong ditch.

The woman seemed not to communicate smoothly with the golden dragon. She suppressed her hard-working anger, tried to keep her tone steady, and said slowly: "Is there no room for maneuver? According to the records, the Fan family is only helping you. There are as many as twelve corpses dragged back to the Yuzhijiao. For so many years, as long as they pass through your Jiaolonggou, the Fan family's ferry boats will inevitably sprinkle a lot of silver foil origami as a respect for you. The tribute of rain, never missed a single time"

The eyes of this old dragon covered in golden scales are really as big as a dustpan, and his eyes are full of indifference, "Rules are rules. If you can not follow the rules, how can there be such a dragon ditch in the world?"

Aunt Gui still wanted to refute and explain something, but the golden old jiao raised a claw and pressed it heavily in the water. The water was surging and the wind was strong for a while, and Aunt Gui, who was standing against the wind, had her cheeks burned and painful by the oncoming wind and waves, but From the beginning to the end, she didn't reach out to block it, and she didn't rely on the supernatural powers of the fairyland to dodge it. She just forcibly carried the anger of Lao Jiao this time.

Old Jiao sneered and said: "Someone deliberately framed you on Osmanthus Island. I'm not blind, so I can see through it at a glance. But the rules are the rules. Your Osmanthus Island doesn't know who you are, that's why the ferry passengers use the Dragon King basket without authorization to catch the young Jiao. It's broken." The rules of our two sides. Madam Gui, you can leave alone, and all the living people on the other ferry must die here."

Aunt Gui shook her head and said, "I won't abandon them."

Lao Jiao's eyes were full of cold sarcasm, and there was also a kind of scorching gaze similar to that of an old glutton looking at delicious food, one cold and one hot, appearing alternately, "I know, that's why I said this. Mrs. Gui, you Do you know, every time you pass by my head, I have to abide by the rules honestly, respect those broken iron laws, and I can only endure not to eat you, how much perseverance is needed?"

Aunt Gui finally asked, "I have nothing to talk about."

The golden old dragon slowly moved its body that was as long as a ridge, and the two strands of dragon whiskers slowly dragged in the clear sea water. The precious light flowed, and it glanced at a small boat not far behind the woman. The boatman on it had already been killed. , the boat passenger was a man with a mischievous eyebrow, he seemed to be cowering, looking around, and in his hand was a small basket that looked like a cricket cage, made of ivory, pocket-sized and cute.

A young Jiaojiao that was originally six to seven feet long, after being captured, shrunk in size like a loach in the Dragon King's basket, thrashed and struggled in it, and kept whining.

The boatman who was punting Jin Su and Chen Ping'an at that time was standing on the water next to the man's small boat at the moment, taking strict precautions to prevent the culprit from escaping.

As for why the real identity is the old man Zhouzi who is resident in Jindan on Osmanthus Island, and he didn't make a decisive move to snatch the Dragon King's basket. Mo, thick black smoke gushes out continuously, and the lowest level should be a sword cultivator at the Longmen level.Furthermore, the old man Zhouzi was afraid that this villain would not stop doing anything, and directly destroy the Dragon King Lane and Xiaojiao together, then the whole Osmanthus Island would really be buried with this guy.

The old Zhouzi asked the man why he did such deeds that harmed others and benefited himself. The man who caused the catastrophe grinned, but just looked around and didn't answer.Lao Zhouzi tried several times, trying to figure out from the man's few words, who is behind the man behind the scenes, whether it is the young master Jiang who disembarked midway or the old Longcheng Ding family who is in the same situation as Fan's family. Kim didn't want to say a word.

The old Zhouzi has nothing to do about it. He still needs to wait for the outcome of the negotiation between Mrs. Gui and the old jiao. If it is confirmed that there is no doubt about it, then he can only kill the man in front of him first and try his best to snatch the Dragon King basket. One death is one person's thousand-year family fortune of the Fan family, and it must not be destroyed today, in the mouths of the remnants of the criminals from ancient times

Lao Zhouzi was in a calm state of mind, he no longer expected that man with strange background to speak, and asked calmly: "Do you think you can still run under the eyes of that old Jiao and escape from this Jiaolong ditch?"

The unremarkable man finally grinned and said, "Then I'll give it a try."

"This little basket is worth a lot of money. I'll give it to you and catch it." The man suddenly threw out the low-quality Dragon King basket. It was probably made by a separatist force on a mountain in ancient Shu Defective products, but with the passage of time, in the long years, the Dragon King Basket has been searched, collected and destroyed time and time again, and it has become more and more rare. The Dragon King Basket has almost become a rare existence comparable to raising sword gourds.

Lao Zhouzi didn't immediately reach out to pick up the Dragon King's basket, so as not to be caught in a vicious scheme, but used his aura to hover in front of him, looked intently, and became furious. He was already on the verge of death, his flesh and blood were mutilated, his muscles and bones were exposed, and he was dying.

And the man laughed loudly, the natal flying sword turned into billowing black smoke to protect his whole body, twisted out a golden talisman with his two fingers, "I'll toast you to the grave later, haha, it's a pity that there is no sweet-scented osmanthus wine in the world anymore"

The golden light of the talisman flashed, and the man disappeared from the small boat in an instant.

The golden old dragon with shining scales shook its head, and a dragon beard slapped the sea water like a long whip, obviously the dragon beard hit the empty space near the body.

But at the next moment, one, or two figures, fell from the clouds above Jiaolonggou. The city's square-inch talisman is the second-class square-inch talisman in the world, and it can travel hundreds of miles in an instant. Even if the person who gave this talisman said so clearly, no one among the beasts in Jiaolonggou can stop this talisman. The famous sword cultivator thought he had no plans before he was alive. He threw out the dragon king basket, and the young jiao was about to die. Osmanthus Island and Jiaolonggou were like two armies facing each other. The golden square-inch talisman that can avoid the sword of the land sword fairy, he took the opportunity to escape from the battlefield, why not

Lao Jiao slapped another dragon's beard in the air, and a series of dull explosions like spring thunder sounded in the sea.

For the Golden Core Sword Cultivator who was cut off at the waist, a golden core of his life turned into powder in the air, and a large handful of golden debris was sprinkled into the clear sea water of Jiaolonggou, crushing the golden core and two parts of his body. Slowly sinking, it attracted countless dragons to leap to the surface of the water. For a while, the waves were surging, like wolves scrambling for food.

Jianxiu died with regret.

How difficult it is for a Shanze casual cultivator without foundation to cultivate a Jindan realm sword cultivator

Before this life, he thought that after this big deal was completed, he would have a strong family background, so he went to find a good place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and he would be the originator of the fairy school, spreading branches and leaves for a hundred years, The generations are stable, learn from those immortal seedlings who have been envious for a long time, just concentrate on asking, and don't have to go the wrong way again and again

After confirming that the Dragon King Pole had not been tampered with, Lao Zhouzi held his hand lightly, turned his head to look, and sighed, "Little guy, what kind of disaster did you come here for? You can't meddle in it. Quickly retreat to Osmanthus fragrans." Island. If you are lucky, you can still see the Hanging Mountain, but if you are not lucky.”

Lao Zhouzi didn't go on talking anymore, these frustrating words, even if they were the truth, the big battle was coming, so it would be useless to say more.

After Chen Ping drank a big gulp of wine, he had pinned the Yangjian Gourd to his waist again.

Lao Zhouzi didn't notice anything unusual, and the same was true of the woman who had been facing Lao Jiao and her back was facing Osmanthus Island.

However, there was a hint of playfulness in the silver pupils of the golden old dragon's upright pupils, and he didn't expose the young man's little trick on the spot.

Chen Pingan asked: "Senior, is the current situation in Osmanthus Island no longer bad?"

"Bad as hell."

Lao Zhouzi nodded, unwilling to lie on this matter, without any cover, said softly: "It is rumored that when the old Jiao signed the contract with the ancestors of the Fan family, his realm was equivalent to that of a Qi trainer in the Nascent Soul Realm. They are born aliens, and their practice is often extremely slow, but once they climb to a high place, their real combat power is often much higher than the realm they are in. Not to mention the thousands of dragons in a trench, not weaker than Aquarius Continent The most difficult thing is that the old Jiao is in charge of holding the lineup for a Zongzitou fairy family."

Chen Pingan was a little helpless, "The lowest level of the old Jiao is the immortal of the Nascent Soul"

Old Zhouzi nodded, wondering why the boy with a sword carrying a penny on his shoulder asked this question.

Chen Ping looked up at the golden old dragon in the distance.

The latter also looked at him, and the silver eyes were full of strong sarcasm. It also deliberately glanced at the Yangjian gourd on Chen Ping's waist.

Chen Ping knew that Lao Jiao had seen through his little trick.

The mountain god Wei Bo who handed over this "Ginger Pot" once said that under ten-level qi practitioners, he would not be able to see through the blindfold he used on the raising sword gourd, but the old Jiao in front of him is clearly a ten-level earth immortal. Chen Pingan's method of silently drawing the first and fifteenth graders into the body under the guise of drinking must have fallen into the old Jiao's vision long ago.Then one of Chen Ping's trump cards has been exposed in broad daylight.

Old Zhouzi persuaded: "Little guy, let's go. Your youthful spirit is very good, but it is destined to be useless. Why do you want to be a hero? It's better to go back to Osmanthus Island and wait for the chance. You stay here, I definitely don't care about your life and death, so I can't say it's a disservice, but with your current cultivation base, it's no different from sending you to death."

Old Zhouzi originally wanted to say that even if he returned to Osmanthus Island, he would just wait for death, but it would be better than being swallowed by a dragon in the sea, but when these words came to his lips, he still swallowed them back.

Chen Pingan took down the dragon pole, handed it to Lao Zhouzi, and explained: "Senior, this is the chopping lock talisman that I modified. It comes from an authentic Danshu. According to records, the complete talisman should have Eight ancient seal characters, you only had four characters on your pennies before, but in fact, you missed the rain master's edict, and the cloud pattern of the talisman was also quite different, so I redrawn this chopping lock talisman."

The old man took a closer look and was stunned on the spot. Then, without further ado, he reached out and snatched the dragon pole that has been passed down from generation to generation. The four characters of Master’s Imperial Order, the font of the talisman script, the pattern of the cloud seal script, and the true meaning of the pressure, are indeed of high rank, young man, are you a Taoist of the talisman sect who studied under a certain sect master?"

Chen Ping shook his head lightly.

He didn't say that he was a martial artist, but with the pure qi in his body, he imitated Li Xisheng, a scholar on Fulu Street, and drew his strokes and symbols in one go.

The old Zhouzi sighed and said: "It's a pity, we only have this dragon pole that has been restored to its original appearance. If there are dozens of pennies, all of them are painted with this cutting lock symbol, and together with a formation master who is proficient in Qimen Dunjia , maybe it can really shock this Jiaolonggou. It's a pity, it's a pity."

Aunt Gui had already flitted back, and she was also a little surprised when she saw the penny, but she didn't regret it as much as the old Zhouzi, she shook her head calmly and said: "It's useless, although this talisman has a long history, it is often carved in the lock. On the dragon pillar or the sword, it was one of the tools used by the gods and men in ancient times to capture and flog the dragon. Even I only had a rough look at it in the early years, and it was indeed able to defeat the dragon. , I am not too afraid of this, firstly, the material of these pennies is not high, and secondly, this talisman also has extremely high requirements for pen and ink."

After Chen Ping handed out the penny, he tried his best to observe the old Jiao secretly.

There seemed to be a trace of deep nostalgia in the silver eyes of the latter, and it soon returned to normal. The two dragon whiskers floated slowly, shining brightly in the sea water.

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Chen Ping looked away, and suddenly said: "Aunt Gui, old senior, can you hold me back for a while, I want to draw a new talisman. If the two seniors have other plans, just pretend I didn't say it, don't worry, I will I will try my best to draw this talisman by myself."

Chen Ping'an's voice is very soft, but the perseverance in his eyes is moving: "A very important talisman"

On Osmanthus Island, in the Osmanthus Palace on the top of the mountain, a young Osmanthus guest is standing on the roof, looking up and looking around, and beside him is an old woman who is worried.

The young man was wearing a bright yellow gown, which was unremarkable at first glance, and similar to Chen Pingan's sword-raising gourd, there was also an expert who used a superior blinding technique. If someone can break through that technique and look carefully, you will find it The doorway, the long gown is not silk and satin, but is made of countless yellowed bamboo pieces, which are exquisitely and skillfully woven. , and can make the master feel like being in a small and blessed place, and make up for it all the time, this is the real masterpiece of the fairy family.

The name of this garment is "Qingliang". It is a famous robe from Tianqingshen Mountain in Zhuhai Cave. I want to wear it on this boy.

The young man said in jerky Aquarius words: "Grandma Liu, Jin Dan Sword Cultivator's hundred-mile-square-inch talisman doesn't work, is it true that my thousand-mile square-inch talisman is too weak?"

The old woman sighed and said: "The old dragon's own cultivation is not scary, it's just at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, but with the help of an expert, this trench has been built like a small world, and it has turned into a saint, sitting in it, and its combat power is quite strong. For a cultivator in the Jade Raw Realm, at the same time, he has the best time, place, and harmony with people."

The boy frowned and said, "Then what shall we do?"

The old woman smiled and said: "Young master, don't worry too much, even if I risked my life, I would send the young master out of this Jiaolong ditch, but afterwards, the young master remembered to go back the same way and go to the cliff where the hydrangea was dropped." Lou, and the self-registered number, they must not dare to neglect, when the time comes, the young master can return to Aiai Continent smoothly, tell the matter to the ancestors, when the time comes, God's punishment will land, and this place will be razed to the ground , to avenge my old lady."

The young man complained: "Grandma Liu, life and death are such a big deal, how do you put it so lightly. I don't want you to die here, we have to go home together."

The old woman's face was still calm, she looked at the young man with kind eyes, and said with a smile: "It's also a helpless act. I can't cry and cry in front of the young master. I am so old, I really can't do it."

The old woman remembered something, glanced at a jade wrench in the young man's hand, and said softly: "Young master, this ancestral treasure must be kept well hidden, and don't take out the treasure inside in front of outsiders, and go out. Outside, don't easily test people's hearts, people's hearts and things are the most vulnerable to scrutiny."

Speaking of this, the old woman's withered and wrinkled vicissitudes of face was a little dazed. After all, all the old women in the world have come all the way from young girls.

The young man in bamboo clothes pointed to the boat, "Grandma Liu, look at the young man carrying the penny, he is about the same age as me. We need to find a Danqing master to draw this scene."

The old woman shook her head and said with a smile: "Don't be impatient like that young man, young master, you are not a simple son of a thousand gold, a son of ten thousand gold, if you are in the area between Aquarius Continent and Pasuo Continent, you really have something to do." What an accident, but it is a big trouble."

The young man said helplessly: "Grandma Liu, I have experienced many experiences, don't always treat me like a child."

The old woman smiled and said nothing.

In those seemingly dangerous experiences, there was never a certain ancestor who watched them personally.

In fact, on this trip, I first went to Juluzhou from Aiaizhou, then went south to Aquarius Continent, Shengaozong, Guanhu Academy, Yunlin Jiangshi, and finally arrived at Old Dragon City, and then continued southward, landing Tongyezhou, Tongyezhou in the north and Yuguizong in the south have all visited, and the young master almost entered the blessed land of cloud caves, without wind or rain, but the old woman still couldn't figure out why she was the young master alone. The master's retinue, isn't it too hasty? A Nascent Soul Realm gas trainer, the realm is not low, but the young master's status is so precious

Just like this time when Jiaolonggou was in danger, if it was replaced by a Yupu Realm swordsman guarding the young master, the young master would not have to frown, let alone be frightened, just watch the fire from the other side.

Outside an ordinary house on the hillside of Osmanthus Island, there is a small gazebo. A beautiful young woman is sitting in it, wearing a short shirt and long skirt with a ribbon around her waist. Facing this inexplicable catastrophe, she Although her face was full of anger and she was full of anger towards that old Dragon City Fan family, she still patiently finished making tea, drinking tea, and tidying up the tea utensils one by one before she began to think about countermeasures, but when she saw that After the tragic scene of Mingjin Danjian's self-cultivation and death, he became a little discouraged, and it was probably a dead end.

The woman had a sad face, tapped her fingers on the table, and muttered to herself: "There's no reason for such bad luck. In the old dragon city, I made a fortune for myself before pushing away the mountain and sea turtles. I chose Osmanthus Island, so it's logical to say no." There will be mistakes, and you should grab a chance or two along the way. How could you die here?"

The young woman stood up, pointing her toes, and came to the top of the gazebo. She was condescending, and her vision suddenly widened. She swallowed, and slowly changed from standing to squatting on the roof, and began to pinch her fingers to calculate the evolution. , or the person who broke the game has not yet appeared In short, it will definitely not be a dead game, and I will never let me count you, a woman who can confront the golden old Jiao, yo, so you are Osmanthus Island, strange , the one who breaks the game is still not you"

"Let's take a look at this hidden ferryman again. Hey, he turned out to be a qi trainer who fell back from the Nascent Soul Realm to the Golden Core Realm. His injuries have not yet healed. He is indeed an old boatman with a story, but you can't break the game. "

"As for this young boy who is not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, let's forget it, it's fine to carry a penny on his shoulders, tsk tsk, he likes to show off too much while drinking, he really thinks that he is a sword fairy in the upper five realms, what a fool! , The key to breaking the game is that on the mountain, there are gods standing by and waiting for the old dragon to relax, and then they will give a fatal blow. Let me figure it out. no"

The woman scratched her head with her hands, her cheeks were flushed, she was obviously restless, the pearl hairpin in her bun was skewed, and the blue hair was messy.

"Don't panic, don't panic, the master said that no matter what the world is, there is always a one who evolves all things, that is, the Taoist ancestor, who has been pursuing this word. That's the case with the real dragon. The same is true for Xuanji, the same is true for the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and it is true for all of them."

When the young woman lost her mind, Jin Su, the sweet-scented osmanthus girl in the Guimai courtyard, happened to turn her head three times a step. Looking back, she saw the dangerous confrontation between her master and the golden old dragon, and saw that the person who was probably the golden osmanthus island Brother Dan's boatman, of course, also saw the young man with a sword on his back who was going on a boat to make trouble. Jin Su knew that she shouldn't complain about the young man who stepped forward, but for some reason, she was annoyed by this young man. It got worse and worse, so that it seemed that all the disasters she suffered today were all due to this guy, so that she could feel a little better in her heart.

Jin Su didn't want to think about it, let alone admit that the reason why she became so angry was not that the foreign guest named Chen Pingan didn't do well, but that his "willingness to go his own way" subtly brought out her Cowardly and timid, she didn't even have the courage to stand beside her master, master and apprentice side by side.

Between life and death, some people are greedy for life and afraid of death, judging the situation, taking refuge and retreating;

For young people who have just started on the long life path under their feet, one may not be wrong and the other may not be right.

On the sea outside Osmanthus Island, two small boats are moored next to each other.

Lao Zhouzi's persuasion failed several times, and deep down in his heart, he really didn't want to watch this young man die here, so he was a little annoyed, and said angrily, "Since Mrs. Gui has said that Lao Jiao is powerful, you are still here What are you doing, messing around"

The woman smiled wryly and said: "Surrounded so heavily, there is actually no chance other than death."

The old man suddenly whispered: "Madam Gui, you must live, Fan family"

The woman shook her head, "I've made up my mind."

She turned her head to look at the boy, and asked softly, "Chen Pingan, that Dao talisman is really important."

Chen Pingan nodded vigorously.

The woman took a deep breath, "Anyway, this is the end of the matter, what else can I do. That old Jiao is determined to not think of love, and always suppresses me with the word "rules". If things happen, there must be demons. Since Chen Pingan, you are willing to do it." If you want something, then do it, it’s not difficult for the two of us to help you delay for a while.”

Chen Pingan immediately sat in the small boat, with his back facing the golden dragon, connected with the square-inch Feijian Fifteen Hearts, and quickly slid out a piece of cyan talisman paper from his sleeve, as if torn from a certain sage book. On the pages that came down, Chen Pingan held a small snow cone in his left hand, and breathed lightly, but when the writing brush with "spiritual writing skills" reached out to the piece of talisman paper, Chen Pingan was shocked inside, the tip of the pen seemed like a pedestrian in a heavy snow season. Feet deep in the snow, unable to move an inch

Chen Ping'an was actually that breath of pure martial arts energy, which was cut off immediately.

Chen Pingan had never encountered such a situation before writing the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman on golden talisman paper and the yang energy lighting talisman several times before.

Instead, Chen Pingan was pleasantly surprised.

Rather than being injured internally and shaking his soul, Chen Pingan still forced a breath of fresh air, his arms sank, and the tip of Xiaoxue's pen kept moving towards the page of talisman paper.

You can do something, but you have to make sure you don't make the situation worse.

In front of the dilapidated temple of Huang Tingguo, those young men and women in fresh clothes and angry horses, for the sake of their ancient ways and warm hearts, acted chivalrously and righteously. escape.

This is a lesson for others who do bad things with good intentions.

If this premise can be guaranteed, Chen Ping feels that he must do something.

In the Town God's Temple in Yanzhi County, Caiyi Country, the daughter of the sheriff with silver bells on her hands and feet also helped out, because she went to the end, and every time she helped, it was within her power and could help Chen Pingan to share the burden. Stress, that's fine.

It is also a ferry, an old dragon city osmanthus island, and a kun boat from Dajiao Mountain.

This sweet-scented osmanthus island is the family property that his good friend Fan Er and Queen Guan will inherit.

And on that Kun boat, there used to be two young girls named Chunshui Qiushi who lived together day and night. They were both very good girls. There are thousands of mountains and rivers, and we can always meet again after parting.

Chen Ping continued to increase the strength of his five fingers and arms, breathing and exhaling and sword qi stopped eighteen times, and circulated swiftly. This mouthful of pure true qi, which was overwhelming in his body, had to be both fast and steady.

If the Qi is stable, the spirit will be calm, and if the spirit is stable, the spirit will be run.

In the final analysis, back in the day, firing porcelain and drawing blanks was also a matter of stability, only with a steady heart can you have a steady hand.

The tip of Xiaoxue Cone finally slowly touched the cyan talisman paper.

It exploded instantly from a small dot of light.

Just like the bright moon on the sea.

Chen Pingan was indifferent to this, and his mind was completely immersed in the cutting and locking talisman. He wanted to write eight characters on the cyan talisman paper: What is the matter, the order of the rain master.

At this moment, the young man is sitting cross-legged in the small boat, forgetting himself completely.

Facing an ancient book page, Chen Pingan held a brush in his hand. He didn't look like a pure martial artist or a swordsman, but rather a book reader copying and writing in the mountains and rivers.

This talisman, whether it is successful or not, will be discussed after the painting is finished.

Just like the Mountain Shaking Boxing, whether the boxing technique is high or not, you have to practice it 100 million times first.

If he doesn't do something today, Chen Pingan will feel sorry for the boxing he has practiced, the sword he has learned, the wine he has drunk, and the many people he has known.