Sword comes

Chen Ping made a mistake in writing a chopping lock talisman. If the moment when Xiaoxue Cone touched the talisman paper was a scene of a bright moon rising above the sea, then when this talisman was drawn, it would be like a red sun, about the size of the mouth of a well. There was no burning feeling, but warm and warm. After Chen Pingan said those eight words, this talisman seemed to lose its traction of true energy. What a vision it caused at sea.

But those big things winding and entrenched at the bottom of Jiaolong Ditch, without exception, turned into human shapes, old men or old women, left their lairs, stood on the rock wall of the trench, bowed to the talisman, and followed the seniority of these old Jiaolongs in golden robes. Quite old guys, so mobilizing the crowd, many young and ignorant members of the dragon, weak in combat power, have no chance to participate in the battle of Osmanthus Island this time, or were forcibly detained by their ancestors on the bottom of the sea. Draw a ladle according to the gourd, and nodded vigorously to the talisman to salute.

Then these big creatures who lived for an unknown number of years used their secret magic powers to reprimand those descendants of flood dragons who attacked Osmanthus Island with extremely severe words.

After those "young and strong" water horns and snakes looked at each other, their eyes were full of doubts, shock and unwillingness, but the ancestors of each family threatened that if they dared not return to Jiaolonggou within half a stick of incense, they would be expelled from their clan first, and then be skinned. In the end, he was thrown adrift on the surface of the sea and exposed to the sun for three years before he survived to have a chance to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

They followed the golden-robed old flood dragon this time, and the ancestors had tacitly allowed them before. Most of these young descendants who had suffered in the South China Sea and Pasuo Continent just followed the golden-robed old flood dragon, hoping that one day, they could go to Posuo Continent Smash all directions, kill all the children of the Confucian Chen family and the Qi trainers who deployed defenses along the coast.But now the ancestor issued the order, and the golden-robed old Jiao had no objection, so they had to jump one after another, leaving the sky above Osmanthus fragrans Island, and plunged into the sea. .

After that, before receiving the decree, the golden-robed old Jiao slashed down with his sword on the young man who ruined his century-old plan.

Lu Shen's Edict

Who is Lu Chen? Of course, Lao Jiao has heard about it. He heard from his ancestors that this Taoist master, one of the masters of Taoism, liked to travel around the world in a small boat before his ascension, and he didn't seem to like staying on land.It is also rumored that there was a Zhouzi who specially steered a boat for Lu Chen. He was still in his thirties when he went out to sea. When Lu Chen soared in the North Sea, he drove the boat back to land alone. When he returned home, he found that the familiar mountains and rivers of his home country were no longer there. His name was only left on the family tree 300 years ago. After that, Zhou Zi, whose name was undocumented, went out to sea again to look for Lu Chen, and has never been heard from since.

Is the golden robed old jiao afraid of teaching Lu Chen?

Of course I am afraid, but I will definitely not be afraid to the point where I tremble when I hear the name.

Because he is in this great world, but Lu Chen is in that blue world.

The more noble Lu Chen is, the more difficult it is to come to another world, and the rules are complicated, and every move will be watched by Confucian saints.

Once Lu Chen wants to do it himself, he will break the rules. At that time, the Confucian sage he hates will be his and Jiaolonggou's amulet, and the person who may even help him will be the Confucian Chen who carries the sun and the moon on his shoulders Patriarch.

Just don't be too afraid, and don't take it too seriously. Provoking a saint, even if it's across the world, is definitely not a good thing.

The golden-robed old jiao sneered in his heart, this headmaster who was born in a grand world, but in charge of a line of Taoism in another world, really chose a good name.

As for the obstructive boy who sacrificed a pair of landscape seals to block the sword energy.

The golden robed old jiao twitched his lips, this kind of thing is indispensable, although he hated the young man in front of him very much, but the old jiao was ready to stop, the real gains and losses were not in the blink of an eye.What happened today was too much beyond expectations, and it may have attracted the attention of hunting patrols on the shore of the South China Sea in Posuozhou. It's better to be careful, if you get caught, it will ruin the big event.

Old Jiao smiled and said: "It's a pity that this seal can block the sword fairy's full strength in the Jade Realm, but it is not comparable to a broken fish basket. Little guy, I don't feel bad right now."

Chen Ping'an answered irrelevantly, "If I have a lot of top-quality snake gallstones from Lizhu Cave in my home, how many of them are needed to exchange for a safe passage on Osmanthus Island?"

The golden-robed old Jiao was stunned for a moment, "You mean that if the Lizhu Cave Sky above the back of Aquarius Island is a first-class snake gallstone full of aura, it is no less important to us than a dragon-slaying platform to a sword cultivator. Sex, the genus of the dragon under the Nascent Soul, one is in exchange for a steady promotion to the first level, let me do the math, an osmanthus island, a lady of osmanthus, two thousand lives of Qi practitioners, unless you have one A lot of snake gallstones will do."

The old man in the golden robe stretched out his palms and turned them over, "At least twenty. Do you have any?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, "I have given away some over the years, but there are not so many anymore."

He struggled to stand up, the osmanthus tree formed by the laurel branch had already been destroyed under the impact of the old dragon's sword energy.

Chen Ping put away the writing brush, small snow cone and a solitary watermark, and put them into the square inch object. With a tacit understanding, Feijian Chuyi and Fifteen quickly swept away Chen Pingan, who was in turmoil, and returned to Yangjian Gourd. This time, there was no cover It's a secret, anyway, the old Jiao has already seen through it.

The golden robed old flood squinted his eyes.

One of the swords in the wooden box on the boy's back gave him quite a sense of threat.

A piece of Lu Chen's decree that turned the world upside down, a pile of Lizhu Cave Snake gallstones, a pair of landscape seals, a brush with "spiritual writing skills", and a good-looking gourd for raising swords, and it is also surnamed Chen.

The golden-robed old Jiao became more and more sure in his heart that it was a wise move for him to stop at the right time.

It's a pity, it's a pity, if this kind of guy is killed with a single sword just now, he will be the most safe from future troubles.As for the twists and turns that would follow, he wasn't afraid at all.

Competing in the realm of cultivation, he, a hypocrite, doesn't dare to have any pretensions, but if it is a competition for a backer, he really doesn't feel that he has lost to anyone.

Lao Jiao saw the old Zhouzi who had hurt his natal soul, standing behind the young man with a look of wariness on his face, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, that chopping lock talisman has a lot of face, my courage can only support me to make one shot. "

Lao Jiao withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Pingan again, "Since you have snake gallstones, why didn't you say that there was no need for such a battle from the beginning, and it hurt the peace of both parties?"

Chen Ping asked back: "Are you joking, or serious?"

The golden robed old flood dragon's face was gloomy.

The old man Zhouzi sneered and said: "At that time, you had the chance to win, and it was too late to kill and seize the treasure, and you would sit down with a young man to discuss business."

The golden-robed old Jiao ignored the old man's sarcasm and stared at the young man, "Too smart, I won't live long."

Chen Ping turned his head and said: "Old senior, you go back to Osmanthus Island first, I have something to say to this animal and this old senior alone."

Old Zhouzi shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "If you keep the green hills, you are not afraid of running out of firewood. Chen Pingan, you are still young, and you practice the Tao. These setbacks are hard to say, good or bad, so don't worry about it."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the old man always feels that the young man in front of him seems to have been immersed in the divine will of that talisman, and he hasn't pulled it out for a long time.

Chen Pingan smiled, "Senior, I know it well."

Chen Pingan wanted to cup his fists together to show his gratitude, but he only raised his right hand, and his left hand for writing could not bend his whole arm. Chen Pingan clenched his fist with his right hand and tapped his heart lightly, "I will return to Osmanthus Island later, Invite the old man to drink."

The old man hesitated for a moment, nodded, returned to the adjacent boat, and sailed slowly towards Osmanthus Island.

After the old Zhouzi left, Chen Pingan slapped the Yangjian gourd, and each of them hovered on the young man's shoulders, and then sacrificed the watermark again.

The golden old Jiao smiled and said, "Why, you want to fight with me!"

Chen Ping grinned, "When you talk to some guys, your fists are not hard, and you can't listen to the best principles. The previous lock-cutting talisman is a clear proof. From this, it can be seen that the truth I figured out by myself is very important to you." It works. Let me ask a question, what rules did the Fan family and Mrs. Gui set with you, so that you can kill more than 2000 people confidently?"

Lao Jiao was a little impatient, and said darkly: "I think this rule is unreasonable."

He stomped his feet unintentionally, cutting off the connection between this place and the outside world.

Then he said with a smile: "Then, have you ever thought about how many lives have died in the beginning of our Jiaolonggou lineage when we were exiled to take root here? Over the years, it has been established by Confucian sages How many lives have been lost in vain with those bullshit rules?"

Chen Pingan asked back: "Do you think the rules of Confucianism are wrong, does it have anything to do with whether the rules you made are right? Take a step back and say, even if it is true that the saints did something wrong, you can follow along with making mistakes. If you have the ability, go and talk to the Confucianists." It doesn't matter if the saints quarrel or fight, but it doesn't matter if you vent your anger on the ferry on Osmanthus Island."

The old Jiao laughed and said, "It's nothing more than a mouthful of resentment, it's not enough."

Chen Pingan said: "From this point of view, it is a mistake for the Confucian sage not to slap you to death."

The old Jiao smiled instead of anger, "Boy, what are you going around here with me, what on earth are you trying to do? You want to shake your backing with me, threaten me that one day, your ancestor, or your professor Teacher Ye, you will come to trouble me and Jiaolonggou."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I have no relatives in my family, nor a master."

Lao Jiao suddenly felt a little confused, "You are looking for death"

Lao Jiao nodded, "It's strange, I actually believed what you said. Well, since you don't have the support of your elders and master, then I'm a little courageous enough to kill you."

Lao Jiao acted resolutely as expected, his golden robe fluttered without wind, he stretched out his hand, a golden light appeared in the sky, and then slowly downward, pulling out a golden thread.

Unaware of this, Chen Ping took a step forward, walked to the front of the small boat, looked down into the depths of the sea, seemed to be looking for the talisman, and said softly: "Lu Chen, I know you are watching this place, your intentions, I also Guess some, but I use your name to fight against the enemy, and you use it to plot against me. In this matter, we are even. But please tell the heavenly A Liang, who killed Chen Pingan, Nanhai Jiaolonggou."

After saying this.

Chen Pingan punched his heart hard with his right hand. The punch he punched with the old man Zhouzi before was to calm his mind so that he could say these words to Lu Chen. Now he punched down, making the waves in his heart turbulent, stirring up trouble, and even Even his own talisman spirit was completely broken up, and turned into Shaking Mountain Fist again.In the final analysis, Chen Pingan didn't give Lu Chen the opportunity to use the supreme method and talk to himself.

Chen Pingan still couldn't lift his left hand. After releasing the five fingers of his clenched right hand, he went around his shoulder and reached out to hold the sword that was supposed to be given to a certain girl.

Chen Pingan suddenly let go of his hand, and took off the ginger pot on his waist. This time, drinking was just drinking, and it was no longer for the warriors on the battlefield to breathe, and it was no longer to cover up the traces of the 15th day of the junior high school. After Ping'an drank, he threw the Yangjian gourd into the small boat at his feet, and said silently in his heart: "Ah Liang, Mr. Qi, Miss Ning, I'm sorry."

At first, he wanted to write a slash lock talisman, so that he could have the right to negotiate with the golden old Jiao, and exchange all the snake gallstones for Guihua Island's driving out of Jiaolonggou.

He had thought before that when he arrived at Daoxuan Mountain, he would definitely give Jindan Sword Xiuma a few more Grain Rain coins.

I also thought that before disembarking, I must ask the Fan family for a map of Osmanthus Island, and when I disembark, I will go to the inverted mountain, and then secretly take the mountain watermark given by Mr. Qi, and cover it lightly.

All kinds of things were floating around in Chen Ping's mind.

At some point, the hair-thin golden sword energy in the sky disappeared.

The golden old Jiao's face was slightly pale. Although he was suspicious in his heart, he was extremely unwilling to believe what the young man said, but what if?

what if

He couldn't help turning his head to look in the direction of the inverted mountain, hesitant to speak.

But at the next moment, the golden-robed old dragon was full of surprise. After nodding slightly, he laughed loudly, and the golden sword energy reappeared in the air, but this time it was no longer a wisp, but strands, like a strand floating in the sea of ​​clouds. The plants are slender and watery, swaying and graceful.

An upside-down mountain.

A tall man in a Taoist robe was standing on the edge of the cliff and looked up into the distance. What he could see was not the Jiaolong ditch he had arranged casually, not even the top of the cliff where the two gods confronted each other, nor the man in the green robe. , the young woman sitting on the shoulder of the Rain Master Immortal and drinking, but in the sea of ​​clouds, an elegant man wearing a green shirt and wearing a long sword, who set off from the sea area near the old dragon city, and will soon arrive at Jiaolong ditch.

This person has been away from the world for too many years, the reason is very interesting, the sword energy is too strong, so strong that no matter how he suppresses it, he can't stop the sword energy from pouring out in all directions, and everything close to him will be turned into dust.

Therefore, this person will only travel to all kinds of inaccessible places in the world, among the clouds, all over the world, deep mountains and steep mountains, and places of wild miasma.

Daoist Gao's eyes are hot, this man is worth fighting

It's just that he frowned quickly. On the sea under the feet of the Confucian-clothed swordsman, there was a dull man who was punting a boat with pennies. He flew thousands of meters in a flash, and was as fast as a thunderbolt. The sword fairy in the world.

The dull man said sullenly: "My husband said that it is for his own good to plot against Chen Pingan this time. If he takes Qi Jingchun's mountain seal and goes to the inverted mountain, with the stinky temper of that second senior uncle's proud disciple, Chen Pingan will suffer a lot. Besides, my husband sincerely hopes that Chen Pingan can find another way to go to Qingming, and he is willing to accept Chen Pingan as a closed-door disciple."

The elegant and handsome Heavenly Sword Cultivator didn't even raise his eyelids, he just looked down at the Jiaolong Valley in the distance, and said only one sentence, "You are a registered disciple of Lu Chen, and you want to grab my junior brother from Xiaoqi!" , okay, how about you take my sword."

The man wasn't annoyed, he still had that naturally dull look and tone, "I don't fight, I only know how to row."

Wherever the sword cultivator passed, if there was a sea of ​​clouds, it would be cut open by itself. After a while, he was a little displeased, "Then why are you following me?"

The Zhouzi said honestly: "Go and explain it to Chen Pingan face to face, lest he misunderstand my husband."

Jianxiu suddenly said seriously: "But I think you are an eyesore, what should I do?"

Zhouzi thought for a while, "Then I won't go."

Sure enough, the boat stopped suddenly.

The man nodded, "You are not stupid."

He walked away in the wind, his face full of resentment, muttering to himself, asking and answering himself.

"Xiao Qi wants me to be your guardian, how can I agree that Xiao Qi is a fool from studying, and I am not."

"So I won't agree."

The sword cultivator seemed to be in a worse mood, and began to accelerate forward, so that the air behind him vibrated and rumbled, like a series of thunderclaps resounding through the sea of ​​clouds.

When he was about to pass by the statues of the Rain Master and the God General, someone reprimanded him loudly, not allowing the sword cultivator to fly over the sect without authorization, and had to make a detour.

The sword cultivator lowered his head and glanced casually, put his thumb on the hilt of the sword, and pushed it lightly, the long sword fell to the sea surface, only a few feet away from the sea surface, and in an instant, it rose from the ground, and the sword flew away like a rainbow, directly The god split the statue in half with a sword, and the golden light exploded like the rising sun.

The long sword disappeared in a flash, followed its master, and returned to its sheath quietly.

Jianxiu continued to move forward.

Reasoning

He never liked it.

If you want to reason with people, why do you still practice swords?

Jianxiu raised his eyes suddenly, "Shake your sword energy in front of me, you really think you are Ah Liang."

Yunshang Sword Cultivator, who was still seven or eight hundred miles away from Jiaolonggou, flipped his wrist, and then fell out with a slap.

A sweet-scented osmanthus island turned upside down in the air and hit the sea several miles away, shaking violently.Then, as if being blown by a strong wind, it braved the wind and broke through the waves, and moved forward swiftly, away from Jiaolonggou in an instant.

Then Jianxiu flicked his fingers lightly.

On the top of Jiaolonggou, there are seats like opening gates of heaven.

Snow-white sword energy, as big as a waterfall, continued to pour down one after another.

A dragon ditch, those entrenched dragons that are closer to the sea, did not know what the "snow-white flood" that poured into the sea was at the beginning.

Then when they came back to their senses, they were already a pair of skeletons maintaining their original posture.

As for the golden sword energy summoned by the golden-robed old dragon, like a few dead branches facing the flood that burst the embankment, it has been washed away long ago, leaving nothing behind.

The snow-white flood formed by sword qi continuously flowed into Jiaolonggou.

But the golden-robed old Jiao and Chen Pingan on the lonely boat were safe and sound.

In Jiaolong ditch, the pressure of the sword is high, and it can be said that corpses are scattered all over the field.

The golden robed old Jiao stood there blankly, his face ashen.

It's not just in case

Is this ten thousand

A Confucian-clothes swordsman came to the edge of Jiaolonggou, stepped on the sea, and walked slowly. The sea water was invaded by sword energy, boiled instantly, and turned into clouds, so the swordsman was still flying against the wind.

He glanced at Chen Pingan, and said with a blank expression: "Xiao Qi asked me to be your guardian, but I didn't agree. It's like the master asked me to protect Xiao Qi, but I still didn't agree. I chose the avenue under my feet, what do you want?" Guardian."

He looked a little helpless, but there was a smile in his eyes, "But you are my half-junior brother, I can't deny that. And you dare to live and die this time, and you will die if you say you will die. Mr. and Xiaoqi, one is so old and the other is not too young. We can only blame them for their brains when they are bullied, but you, who are still young, give people Such bullying is unjustifiable."

In Jian Xiu's calm and breezy words.

From the more than 300 qi palaces in his body, the golden-robed old jiao leaked a little bit of snow-white light, his face was ferocious, and his face was full of pain, but this old jiao, whose combat power was equivalent to that of the Jade Raw Realm, couldn't get out from the beginning to the end. No sound.

"My sword intent is not as good as Ah Liang's, but my sword skills are a little higher than his."

Jianxiu looked at the boy named Chen Pingan, stretched out his thumb, first pointed to the sky, then pointed to himself, and said with a smile: "Oh, by the way, my name is Zuo Zuo, you and Xiao Qi's senior brother."