Sword comes

On the water surface of Jiaolonggou, Chen Ping stared blankly at the green-clothed swordsman who claimed to be a big brother.

The boy frowned, his lips trembled, and then he lowered his head.

The sword repairer with a weird name said in a bad mood: "If you are going to cry, how can you be as virtuous as Xiao Qi back then, no wonder you will be picked, reasoning doesn't work, and you can't beat others, you will hide and cry every time, tears pouring down your face down."

Jianxiu suddenly said sharply: "Raise your head"

Chen Ping raised his head blankly.

The man questioned: "Why do you have to change your mind when something is imminent and answer loudly with a fist instead of a sword? Don't be shy."

Chen Ping subconsciously blurted out: "Sword skills are too bad, if you don't lose that person's boxing skills, it's not a bad idea."

"I'll say it's okay even if you have a little bit of martial arts skills like you."

The man looked angry, turned his head and spat hard, neither Qi Jingchun's refined demeanor, nor A Liang's kindness, it seems that this sword fairy named Zuo Zuo was the most deviant disciple of Wen Sheng's sect in the past , really doesn't look like a scholar at all, but the hidden smile deep in the man's eyes is getting stronger and stronger, but his face turns indifferent, he raises his arm again, and points his thumb behind him, "Don't talk about this Jiaolong ditch, just say The god statue on that island, I thought it blocked my way, so I chopped it with a sword, what do you think about this stinky ditch, I think those evil animals are an eyesore, so I washed it with sword energy, and you think how"

Chen Pingan replied honestly, "It should be regarded as unreasonable."

But when he thought that this person was Mr. Qi's senior brother, he quickly added a word, "Right?"

The man sneered and said: "You are being polite, what is it, it is"

He put the palm of his hand against the hilt of the long sword at his waist, and asked, "I know that I am a scholar, and I put more effort into learning the sword than studying, why?"

Chen Pingan shook his head.

He only heard that A Liang and the young Cui Chan mentioned this person occasionally. The former didn't say much, only that he was the best swordsman among the disciples of the old scholar, while the latter was gnashing his teeth. In the past, the brothers of the same school seemed to have a sworn feud. In the end, the "surname Zuo" was like a hidden dragon in the clouds in Chen Ping'an's mind, unattainable and unpredictable.

This Confucian orthodox swordsman waved his hand, "It's none of your business here, practice hard in the future, don't disappoint Xiao Qi's high expectations, if you do poorly one day, maybe I will come to trouble you .”

The man hovering in Jiaolonggou stretched out a finger to Chen Pingan, "No matter how high your realm is, it's just a matter of one sword."

For him, it was always a matter of course for seniors to teach juniors.

Reasonable or unreasonable, he has never bothered to think too much, being a senior brother is a big reason.

At this moment, the sea of ​​clouds suddenly drooped, and a golden figure with a height of hundreds of feet emerged. It was a middle-aged Taoist with a fishtail crown on his head, "You are a disciple of Wen Sheng. You are the number one swordsman in the world, and even the Hanging Mountain and the Great Wall of Sword Qi have many admirers of you."

Qingshan Jianxiu looked up, "From your tone, I'm a bit dissatisfied."

Gao Daoren laughed heartily, "It doesn't matter what level your swordsmanship is. It just depends on your displeasure. How about finding a place to have a good fight?"

Jianxiu smiled and said: "You stinky bull-nosed Taoist priest, you can't do anything else. It's because you are more lucky than me. My husband is not good at being the master of Taoism. He can only play tricks. But my husband is not as good as you. Your master, one thing is worse than Dao Er, only the old scholar has me as a disciple, including you, there are more than a dozen disciples of Dao Er's disciples."

The man in the green shirt stretched out a finger, raised it high, and shook it slightly, "No."

He still didn't give up, and raised his head, "For example, if you brought out such a big Dharma statue, why can't it be enough to see in front of my sword?"

Before the man's words settled down.

From the sea, a huge wave of hundreds of feet was set off, and a majestic sword energy thicker than the entire Osmanthus Island, soared into the sky in the form of a beam of light, forcibly smashing the golden body in an instant.

Chen Pingan's boat, which was hit by fish in the pond, was ups and downs and turbulent with the waves.

He turned his head and looked at the snow-white sword aura rushing towards the bullfighting bull.

I used to think that the night sword of Wei Jin in Fengxue Temple to break through the female ghost in wedding dress was already the pinnacle of flying swords in the world.

Only at this moment did I realize that I was still too ignorant.

A golden statue was shattered, but a voice like Hong Zhong Dalu still fell from the sky, "Poverty Dao doesn't want to take advantage of you. With that kid present, neither you nor I can let go. Why don't we go to the waters of Fengshen Island? how"

I don't know when, the golden old dragon who was filled with more than 300 qi houses with sword energy, had no chance to support the qi houses not to explode.

It turned out that the Daoist Gao, who was thousands of miles away, took advantage of the moment when the golden body was destroyed by the sword energy, with some kind of magical power, he protruded a finger as white as jade from the void, and touched it on the golden robe old Jiao. A little on the forehead, the latter looked haggard in an instant, and then literally his heart was like dead ashes. From the inside out, most of the body turned into bursts of ashes and disappeared, leaving only a piece of gold floating on the sea. Robes, and some half-step immortal things condensed by Nascent Soul.

Jianxiu was completely indifferent to this.

With a wave of his hand, he slapped the remnants of the golden-robed old dragon into Chen Pingan's boat, "Put away the rags. This trip to the Hanging Mountains, and the Great Wall of Sword Qi afterward, please be blessed." "

Chen Pingan bent down and bowed.

Jianxiu nodded, accepting it calmly, and then said nothing more, Yufeng walked away to the southwest, and then said a word to himself, the lingering sound lingered, I don't know if Jianxiu said it for himself or Chen Safety.

"Eternal life, freedom in the mountains and seas, eating clouds and drinking dew, not eating grains, is already a different kind."

Chen Ping sat back in the small boat silently, and put the three things that Jianxiu threw at his feet into the Flying Sword Fifteen. They were a golden robe, two entangled golden dragon whiskers, and a fist-sized Beads, dull luster, slightly yellowish, a bit similar to the saying that people's old pearls are yellow.

Chen Ping looked around, and the weather gradually calmed down. When he looked up, it was sunny and sunny.

Chen Pingan rested for a while, picked up the penny with the real cut-lock talisman, got up and punted to chase Osmanthus Island, a little embarrassed for a while, the ferry must not rush to the inverted mountain, and leave yourself in this vast sea above.Chen Ping's eyes widened and he stared into the distance.

If it was before, Chen Ping would think how could Osmanthus Island act like this

But now, Chen Pingan didn't notice at all that he would have such an idea.

The mind is distracted, unconsciously.

The sword cultivator who travels unrestrainedly and unrestrainedly by the wind suddenly stopped, and looked back at a place where Chen Pingan was destined not to be able to see him.

What the man saw in his eyes was the Dali boy.

But what I think in my heart is an old friend.

That person once said, I don't want to ask you to be Chen Pingan's guardian, and I know that you probably won't agree, senior brother.But I, Qi Jingchun, have few friends in my life. In the whole world, I can only find you.

I can only find you

When the man thought of this stupid sentence, he felt aggrieved, sat down cross-legged, hovered above the sea, clenched his fists with both hands, and propped them on his knees.

The fierce sword energy flowed out more and more, and the sea water under his feet was violently boiling, but the fog couldn't get close to the sword repairer.

Qi practitioners in the world are envious of the kind of sword genius who is born with amazing aptitude and is titled the innate sword embryo. However, this man learned swords very late, and he was never a sword embryo. He was born out of nowhere, not with force, but with the crushing of countless senior sword cultivators. For those so-called sword embryos, this person was especially merciless in his attacks, ridiculed and spread all over the world. The heart is broken and the avenue is cut off.

As a result, all the young middle-earth genius sword cultivators, after being praised as innate sword embryos, would inevitably murmur, always feeling that this sentence was a curse.

This sword cultivator is called Zuo Zuo.

No one in the world's swordsmanship can surpass the "left and right" of its left and right.

Even though the man was in a daze, his eyes were still as bright as ever.

He was staring at the boy's clear eyes earlier, he was too much like the stinky junior he knew when he was young, relying on his cleverness in reading, he was doted on by his husband, and he talked about a set of sages and sages, interlocking, It is impeccable, but after the left and right admit that they have lost the debate, they have to add a sentence, "I don't think you really admit defeat, brother, this is wrong", it is really annoying.

What annoys him the most in his life is his husband bragging about how good he is in fighting, and then Xiao Qi who reads very fast, his sound of turning the pages of the book, and his reasonable voice.

He only likes the grand occasion of Mr. participating in the debate of the three religions twice, and the aura of the master being independent and talented.

I like Qi Jingchun every time he travels to famous mountains and rivers with him, he will climb up to make a gift after drinking, it will make people feel that no matter how high the mountain is, it cannot be higher than this person's knowledge

But even today, the old scholar has no way out, scattered into the world, Xiao Qi is no longer alive, and A Liang has left Haoran Tianxia, ​​the man still thinks that whether it is Mr. or Xiao Qi, even the one who seems to be free Ah Liang is too tired to live.

than yourself.

Because he never bothered to reason with people.

If you can't beat someone, reasoning doesn't work, but if you can beat someone, reasoning doesn't seem to be necessary.

Just have a sword.

The man sighed, stood up, and continued to the Fengshen Island in the southwest sea.

He felt that there were some words that were hypocritical, so he was "too lazy" to say them.

Junior brother, you must take a few more look at this world for Xiao Qi.

In the future, if I have a chance, I will go to other places to see the world, and I have seen all of them. Xiao Qi has never walked out of the Haoran World in his life, and he is the one who yearns for the most distant place among the many disciples of the master. In the end, he just stays in the study and The one with the most schools.

Xiao Qi has cried several times in his life, and I know it clearly.Because I was beaten and cried at the age of a teenager, there is no way, I can't reason with him, and he can't beat me in a fight.

Boy, can you imagine your Mr. Qi crying bitterly?

The man laughed loudly, pushed his sword out of its sheath, and the dozens of sea islands near his feet, no matter how big or small, were all cut into two.

The world is quite boring.

Only fighting can make the left and right a little bit more energetic.

Between the hurried boat and the slow-moving Osmanthus Island, an old man who was seriously injured was waiting for Chen Pingan at sea.

Chen Ping grinned, it was the old boatman with great powers.

The two of them took a small boat and traveled across the sea, and soon they caught up with Osmanthus Island, stopped the boat and docked. Mrs. Gui stood alone at the ferry, apologetic, and said to Chen Pingan: "I will report to Fan's Ancestral Hall for today's matter. It is clear, Mr. Chen's life-saving grace, I will never forget it."

Chen Pingan smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "It's just self-help."

Mrs. Gui was speechless, sighed, and walked up to the top of Osmanthus Island side by side with the old and the young.

The old Zhouzi needed rest, so he bid farewell to Chen Pingan and went to his own residence. Chen Pingan and Mrs. Gui walked to the small courtyard of Guimai. You took the lead, so you were also injured, and you may not be able to test the sword with you in the near future, let me send a message, I hope Mr. Chen will forgive me."

Chen Ping nodded and said, "Of course it's important for Senior Ma to recuperate from his injuries."

Mrs. Gui was a little helpless, "The situation in Osmanthus Island is a bit delicate now. I really don't trust outsiders entering this yard, even if it is golden millet. If Mr. Chen doesn't dislike it, I will be in charge of the food and daily life of Guimai courtyard. .”

Chen Ping quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, just need to deliver three meals a day as before. If there is no kitchen here, I can actually cook by myself."

Mrs. Gui said goodbye with a smile, "There are many matters that need to be resolved. Mr. Chen, you should rest well and tell me directly if you have anything to do. There will be a sweet-scented osmanthus lady waiting for you near the yard."

Chen Pingan sat alone on the stone bench in the courtyard, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

Soon someone knocked on the door, and it was a sweet-scented osmanthus lady who said softly outside the door: "Mr. Chen, there are two guests from Aiai Island. Whether you see them or not, Mrs. Gui said earlier that it only depends on what you mean."

Chen Ping got up and went to open the door. In addition to the sweet-scented osmanthus island girl, there was also a smiling young man in green clothes and a solemn white-haired old woman.

The young man cut to the chase and said: "Senpai, my name is Liu Youzhou, and I come from the northernmost Aiai Island. I won't enter the yard to disturb your cleaning. I just came here to thank you face to face."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Okay."

Then two or two were speechless.

The boy in bamboo clothes looked at Chen Pingan curiously, and Chen Pingan was wondering when the boy would leave.

The old woman broke the silence, "Earlier, the golden-robed evil dragon attacked you twice with a sword, once it was too unexpected and I couldn't stop it, and the second time I couldn't stop it unless I risked my life, but this time I went out, I couldn't stop it. I need to take care of my young master, so for this matter, the young master needs to thank you, and I, a bad old woman, need to apologize to you."

Chen Pingan smiled, clasped his hands together and said, "I got it."

The old woman nodded and smiled a little, "Master Renyi, if you go to Aiaizhou in the future, you must come to our Liu family as a guest."

Chen Pingan smiled and did not speak.

The old woman left with a young man surnamed Liu who was wearing a bamboo suit "to avoid the summer heat".

The two passed by a young and beautiful woman. She looked at Chen Pingan and said with a smile, "So it's you."

Chen Pingan was a little puzzled, but fortunately the woman had already turned around and left.

Chen Pingan was able to turn around and walk towards the yard. He suddenly stopped and turned his head to smile at the anxious little sweet-scented osmanthus lady.

Miss Osmanthus nodded vigorously.

For the next two days, Chen Pingan did not practice boxing or sword for the first time, but just dug out those books and bamboo slips, and looked at the contents in the sun.

In the middle of the night, Chen Pingan, who was already lying on the bed, opened his eyes, got up and walked out of the house, jumped to the roof, took off the Yangjian gourd and began to drink.

He turned his head suddenly, and soon a figure flew over and sat beside him. This uninvited guest was holding two jars of aged wine.

Chen Pingan smiled sincerely: "Old man, find a companion for drinking."

It was the old Zhouzi who fought to the death with the golden robed old flood dragon.

The old man who has been covering up the world with his identity as a boatman said with a hearty smile, "Why, I despise old men for being sloppy."

Chen Ping waved his hand and said, "Where will it be?"

The old man uncovered the mud seal of the wine jar, raised his head and took a big sip, and then he was silent for a long time before he knew in a low voice: "Osmanthus Island, after this catastrophe, is like a pond of water. Originally fish and dragons were mixed, but on the whole it is still orderly. Don't bother, but it turned muddy after being beaten by Penny. It's right for you to stay in this small courtyard during this period of time, and it's better to be careful. Although most people only know that you stopped the road The old bastard even made the entire Jiaolong Valley quiet, but I'm going to say something bad, Doumi Ensheng Mi Qiu."

The old man said helplessly: "What's more, there are many people who practice the Dao and are bustling with people who can't see other people's scenery."

Chen Pingan thought for a while, then nodded and said, "It's just like neighbors in the neighborhood. They are jealous when they don't see other people's money. In fact, it's the same."

The old man sighed and took a big gulp of wine.

Chen Pingan asked: "What is Osmanthus Island, can the old man say it?"

The old man laughed and said, "I can't say it, but it's Madam Gui's real body."

Chen Ping suddenly realized.

The old man smiled and asked: "Then have you ever thought about who are the people on Osmanthus Island?"

Chen Pingan tentatively said: "A person on the mountain is a person who trains Qi."

The old man shook his head and said: "Osmanthus Island is a ferry, who can the passengers of the ferry be, businessmen."

Chen Ping froze for a moment, nodded and said, "That's true."

The old man asked again: "Businessmen travel all over the world, what are they trying to do?"

This time, Chen Pingan answered quickly, "Make money."

The old man took a sip of wine leisurely: "What do you ask for after earning money?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Spend money."

The old man said with emotion: "That's right, earning money hard is to spend money to enjoy happiness, so you must spend money with your life. Qi practitioners, there are so many schools of thought in the world."

Chen Pingan scratched his head, smiled, and started to drink. This time he drank a little too much and quickly, so he simply fell back and lay comfortably on the ridge of the roof, "Old man, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. Can you not spread it and if I say it, you listen, it may be a little troublesome, it is not a good thing”

The old man sat cross-legged, leaned forward, and shook the wine jar with both hands. There was still half of the wine in the jar rattling. What do you want to drink, boy, don’t look at me that I am infinitely older than you, but in fact, I am stupid and bold. Besides, I have lived for such a long time, if I hadn’t been struggling to see Master, I would not have persisted until today And there are some things, whether you say it or not, it doesn’t make much difference, I was by your side at the time, and I heard it clearly, so I’m just here to lie to you.”

Chen Ping pointed to the sky, "I met a young Taoist priest in my hometown before. At that time, I had a good relationship with him. That was Lu Chen. In the previous battle, he counted on me twice, maybe three times. I I only said twice that I was sure, the first time was because I was so blessed that I couldn't write the word "Rain Master", so I simply wrote Lu Chen ruthlessly. The second time was when I faced the golden-robed old dragon alone.

Chen Ping put the Yangjian gourd on his stomach, and put his hands under his head as a pillow, "That feeling is very strange, as if I have seen and heard everyone's state of mind, heart lake and voice. Just like the old man Senior, as you said, Sheng Mi is kind to Mi Qiu. At that time, I found that nine out of ten of the passengers on Osmanthus Island were indifferent, numb, or gloating, or even seemed to want me to die on the spot. Of course, there was also a lot of jealousy. I don’t understand why this happened until just now, old man, you said that this is Osmanthus Island, and they are all businessmen, and everyone wants to live. Only by living can we get to where we are today.”

Chen Ping grinned, "I have a friend who is an amazing swordsman. Lu Chen plotted against me, so I tricked him and deliberately asked him to convey my last words for me. Lu Chen either ignored his face and pretended not to hear it, or could only Pinching my nose to tell my friend, and then being beaten up by my friend, when I think of this scene, I am not so afraid of death at that time."

There were some things that Chen Pingan still didn't dare to say.

Because it involves Mr. Qi.

Mr. Qi asked him not to lose hope in this world no matter what.

But at that time, Chen Pingan was only disappointed with this world.

I'm afraid this is Lu Chen's real calculation. As for what is involved, Chen Pingan only has a vague intuition.

Lying on the roof at this moment, Chen Pingan finally just said: "It is very difficult not to be disappointed in this world."

The old man drank his wine and said slowly: "You call the name of the head teacher of Taoism one by one, and your friend who can beat him, the old man, I feel so shocked, so I won't tell you boy. God of the land, it is necessary to be cheeky. But since you have said drunken words, the old man has also accumulated some thoughts in his stomach, and he must tell you."

Just as Chen Pingan was about to sit up, the old man turned his head and said with a smile, "It's just lying down, and no one listens to a few complaints for hundreds of years. You don't need to be so serious."

Chen Ping still sat up and explained: "It's not good to drink while lying down."

The old man smiled, embraced the wine jar, and looked at the night view of the sea in the distance, the bright moon was shining brightly, it was too beautiful to behold.

The old man said slowly: "Back then, I was also a proud man in the eyes of the world. I had a bad temper. Maybe if I met you back then, I would be one of the few people you were disappointed with. Now my temper is not so good back then. It's the same, otherwise I wouldn't sit here and drink this wine with you. Chen Pingan, a guest on Osmanthus Island, let alone say good or bad, good or bad, each of them must be able to come to this point as you said. It has its merits. Beyond that, it’s not that if you do something right, someone else doesn’t, and they’re wrong. It’s not that if you do something wrong, someone else does it, and they’re wrong. Well said A bit out of the way”

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I understand."

The old man stretched out his thumb and said with a smile: "Of course, you were the most correct in the previous fight. You can't find any faults. It's this one."

Chen Pingan smiled happily.

It's really a drink-worthy thing to be recognized by someone you recognize.

So Chen Ping took a big sip of wine, then smiled, and said casually: "The old man is right, I shouldn't judge everyone by my reasoning. My reasoning may be right, or it may be wrong , it may be right but not quite right, and it may be too young haha, it’s a bit confusing, right, old man”

The old man joked: "It's very winding."

Chen Ping pointed at the young man who smelled of alcohol in the distance, shaking his head, he seemed to have drunk too much, with undisguised joy and pride on his face, he said with a smile: "Senior, I know a lot of great people. For example Afterwards, that extremely powerful Sword Immortal, I could have called him Big Brother, I am pretty good too, right?"

The old man nodded and smiled, "Yes, yes, they are all powerful."

Chen Ping'an was drunk, turned his head, and asked in a daze, "Senior, you don't seem to be sincere in what you said."

The old man laughed loudly, no wonder he got along well with this kid, they smell like each other, and they are a stickler.

The boy fell drunk backwards and muttered to himself.

The old man helped the young man put the jug away, and overheard Chen Pingan's drunken words. The old man nodded and stayed by the young man's side all night.

The young man’s drunken words at the time were: Mr. Qi, I understand now, don’t lose hope in the world, in addition to living well, there is actually another meaning, that is, after we give goodwill to the world, if we don’t get There is only goodwill in return, or even malice. At this time, not being disappointed is the real hope.Mr. Qi, I have figured out the truth now, but I can't do it yet. I've had a drink, and I'll work hard tomorrow

In fact, Lao Zhouzi is nearly five hundred years old. He has met countless people, experienced countless things, and heard countless words. He still feels that the young man's words are very chewy, and they are just right for drinking. Two jars are not enough .

Inside Yangjian Gourd and Flying Sword Fifteen.

There was an introductory book on Confucianism presented to Chen Pingan by an old alcoholic, and the superficial words began to wander by themselves.

On the last title page, a series of new text appeared.

order.The first one, in sequence.The second part, review size.The third chapter is to determine good and evil.The fourth chapter, the unity of knowledge and action.

On the bank of a big river in Nanba Suozhou, on a big rocky cliff, two old men in Confucian shirts stand side by side, one holding the bright moon on his shoulders, and the other holding a round sun.

The poor old Confucian who shook his palm left and right and turned a small round sun, smiled and said: "Chen Chun'an, do you think this closed disciple I recruited is good or not?"

The refined scholar with a pocket full moon on his shoulder nodded, but did not speak in agreement.

The shabby old Confucian had no choice but to ask and answer, "Good, I think it's very kind."

The old man next to him said indifferently: "Anyway, you have a thick skin, you can say whatever you want. Is it appropriate for you to be kind and kind all the time now, don't you think you are wrong and my husband is right?"

The poor old scholar shook his head and smiled: "Oh, Chen Chun'an, why is that? Didn't Chen Ping'an already answer you? The same surname is Chen, and your ability is naturally a little higher for a while, but this understanding, forget it, no Say it or not, if you really say it, you will have no friends."

The elegant old man sneered, "I, Chen Chun'an, and you Wen Sheng have never been friends."

The old scholar nodded in agreement, "Yes, let alone the difference in seniority, there is a huge disparity in knowledge, just like what that Zhouzi said, you still need to be a little bit cheeky."

It was the old man of Yingyin Chen's Patriarch, "Speak directly when you have something to say."

The old scholar stretched out his hand to hand out the round sun, stopped joking, and said in a heavy tone, "I hope to see you make it later, the later the better."

Chen Chun'an put away the round sun and hovered over one shoulder, so the sun and the moon were shining together, the old man calmly said: "It's all the same."

The old scholar sighed, "Scholars are all the same."

Qingming Tianxia, ​​the top floor of Baiyujing, a center of the world.

A young Taoist priest with a lotus crown on his head unexpectedly held his hands behind his back and spread his palms upwards. He lowered his head and stared at the palms, walking slowly on the dangerous white jade railings.

In the corridor under the railing, stood two Taoist celestial beings who had ascended to the level of ascension, holding their breaths and concentrating, respectful, and never dared to disturb the master's mind wandering.

The young Taoist closed his hands, lamenting that death counts, his body tilted outwards, and he fell straight into the sea of ​​clouds outside Baiyujing.

The two Immortals of the Ascension Realm didn't move at all, they looked at each other and smiled, just got used to it.