Sword comes

After Zhong Kui left the post house, the old Taoist priest took him into a piece of old locust tree that looked like a gavel tree. The old Taoist turned around suddenly, and within a short distance, he came to the courtyard where Chen Pingan was.

Chen Pingan, who was still in a daze and hadn't come to his senses, hurriedly bent down, clasped his hands and cupped his fists, "Junior Chen Pingan pays his respects to the old immortal master."

When Zhong Kui talked about his life and death before, he said it lightly, but when he mentioned the Taoist priests in Taiping Mountain, he made no secret of his closeness.

The old Taoist stretched out his hands and pressed twice, "There is no need to be polite."

After Chen Ping straightened his waist, he asked, "I don't know if the old immortal master has gone and returned, but something happened?"

The old Taoist glanced at Chen Ping'an, nodded and said, "If you can hold it, you are a real hero. No wonder Huang Ting and Zhong Kui are so impressed by you."

Chen Pingan didn't understand, but he didn't ask any more questions.

The old Taoist was in a good mood and asked with a smile, "You call yourself a swordsman, where is your sword?"

The old Taoist priests of Taiping Mountain turned a blind eye to the first and fifteenth days of Feijian who had appeared from Yangjian Gourd earlier.

Chen Pingan said frankly: "I used to practice boxing, but I just practiced swordsmanship, so now I practice swordsmanship, it is all about holding the sword in a virtual way, and it is more about visualization in my heart."

The old Taoist said to himself: "If I knew this before, I shouldn't have been busy competing with others on derivation. If I lost, I should have missed watching your situation in Ouhua Blessed Land."

The old Taoist is tall and tall, wearing a hibiscus crown that symbolizes one of the three veins of Taoism. His Taoist robe is plain white, and he has white hair and beard. He is very fairy-like.

Chen Pingan didn't know how to answer, so he didn't speak.

Facing this kind of old god with bright eyes, there is no need to pretend to be smart at all. Any whitewashing is tantamount to old women wearing rouge, and young children wearing official clothes, which is just ridiculous.

The old Taoist suddenly asked: "Poverty Daoist can lend you a sword, whether it is Jiazi time or a hundred years, we can discuss it. You can exchange it with magic treasures, or you can pay Gu Yu money."

Chen Pingan hesitated for a while, but still shook his head and said, "Thank you, old fairy master, but I already have a sword."

Chen Pingan blushed a little, "Besides, I don't have a grain rain coin with me."

The old Taoist didn't force it either, and the reason why he wanted to lend the young man his sword on the spur of the moment was because he appreciated the thousand-year covenant between him and Zhong Kui too much.

There is also a deeper layer of selfishness and goodwill in it, but after the words are spoken, there is already some regret.

Don't overthrow the seedlings and encourage them to grow.

The chaos of the Fushi sect made the old Taoist a little worried.

As for why he returned to the small courtyard, he saw the strange movement in Chen Pingan's heart lake, as if the death of Zhong Kui had a great impact on this person's mood.

But when he looked at it carefully, he felt relieved again.

For those who practice, the heart of taboo is like a flat boat, drifting with the tide.As for those whose moods are as messy as catkins, in the eyes of the old Taoists, they are not worthy of talking about taboos, and they should not practice Taoism at all. After practicing Taoism, they climbed to a higher level by luck. , besides flaunting one's power and bullying others, what good things can one do?

It's just that no matter how old Taoists can't get used to many Qi practitioners who cultivate their strength but don't cultivate their minds, they can only guard the one-third of an acre of Taiping Mountain, so that their family's family style on the top of the mountain will not be crooked.

Chen Pingan asked cheekily: "I don't know if the old immortal master has a formation to protect the mountain?"

The old Taoist nodded and said: "I have two large formations to protect the mountain in Taiping Mountain. The center of one formation is a moon mirror, which can illuminate the world's evil spirits and make them invisible. The distance depends on the cultivation of the person holding the formation. High and low, once it is reflected in the mirror, it can make it fall for a short time. After that, it is the turn of the four-sword array to appear. The four ancient swords are imitated from the ancient four great fairy swords. , is equivalent to a fairy weapon, thousands of miles away, and it arrives in a blink of an eye. If the old beast hadn't refined one of them, he would have been beheaded by the poor way. It's okay. Now it escaped death, but the fairyland is divided into left and right. The old beast has just entered the twelfth realm, and the realm is unstable. In addition, it will be suppressed by the rules of this world. Now that the natal object is destroyed, the real body is again Poking out several holes and hurting the primordial spirit is no longer worth mentioning."

When the old Taoist mentioned the old ape with the sword on his back, he was full of murderous aura, and the majestic aura was as real as it was, and the white mist was misty, lingering around like thin streams of water. The old Taoist calmed down, and the vision disappeared. One of the sequelae of the fall, "The trouble is that the old beast suddenly burrowed into the ground and disappeared along a broken ancient dragon vein. It was probably a premeditated retreat."

The old Taoist pointed to the top of his head, "The poor Daoist had a fight with the old beast before, and then he fought off a big yin and ming boss. A certain Confucian saint who was in charge of the sky above Tongyezhou saw it and fell on us. In Taiping Mountain, after learning of Zhong Kui's death, he was furious, and went to chase and kill the white ape himself, but he never thought that it was hidden by the old beast. Now let's see if Huang Ting, who has some cause and effect with it, can find some clues. As long as it is discovered, even if Huang Ting dies in battle, one of the 72 saints who accompanied him in the Confucian Temple can kill him with a single strike if he has prepared for it this time."

Chen Pingan hesitated.

The old Taoist said with a smile: "This is the worst situation. That girl Huang Ting has always been lucky. She honed her temperament in Ouhua Blessed Land. She is protected by two ancient swords. Chasing and killing the white ape may be a chance to break the situation." .”

Chen Pingan hummed.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "After being forcibly dragged out of Ouhua Blessed Land by Pindao, I thought I would act like a baby and complain to her for a long time, but unexpectedly, this girl didn't even say a word. She mentioned you many times along the way, and said that she must go there in the future." Dali Longquan is looking for you."

The old Taoist waved his sleeves lightly, "It's strange, the poor Taoist is not a talkative person, and the words tonight are worth decades of saliva. Closer to home, my Taiping Mountain's protective formation has a lot of history, both offensive and defensive. There are many Shangzong and authentic mountain gates in the Divine Continent of Central Earth. It is not good for Pindao to pass on your refining and operation methods privately. This involves the luck of the Taiping Mountain, but Pindao himself has a mountain guard formation , I got it from a cave in a secret realm of ancient immortals. It has great killing power, but I can sell it to you, but it costs too much money to build it, and it takes more money to maintain the operation of the big formation. Pindao originally planned that one day, if Huang Ting If you want to establish your own family, start a sect elsewhere in Tongye Continent, or simply marry a woman and form a Taoist couple, you will give her a dowry, and you will inevitably have to spend most of the coffin."

Chen Pingan swallowed, it had nothing to do with Huang Tinghe's dowry, coffin book, etc., but was frightened by those four words, "too much money"!

The old Taoist noticed Chen Pingan's hesitant look, laughed, and joked: "It's easy to calculate, the poor Taoist likes it!"

Before Chen Pingan could figure out the joints, the old Taoist stopped mentioning the mountain protection array, and reminded softly: "Chen Pingan. Although the poor Taoist doesn't know what treasure you have on you, it can cover up the secrets and prevent others from deducing it. Divinate your position and fortune, but you must cherish such things, they are truly rare objects, and there is only one piece in the entire Taiping Mountain, which is left by our founder."

Chen Pingan thought of the humble oil-paper umbrella and nodded heavily.

Looking at Chen Pingan.

The old Taoist was very pleased.

Huang Ting, the female crown, and Zhong Kui, the gentleman, are both old Taoist priests who can be counted on the fingers of one's fingers and young people who have penetrated the Dharma.

Now add this Chen Pingan.

The old Taoist felt that whether he lived in the southeast corner of Tongye Island or the vast Haoran Tianxia, ​​there could be as many young people as there could be.

The world is in chaos again.

There are still pillars.

In order to prevent the ghost of Zhong Kui, the old Taoist was taken to Huangquan Road by the lord of the underworld, and he fell into a corner, knowing that he would never have another chance in this life to make up for the biggest regret in his heart.

This Patriarch of Mount Taiping, after successfully entering the Immortal Realm, was bestowed the title Guanmiao Tianjun by his lineage, with a supernatural status.

The biggest regret in the life of the old Taoist is that in history, regardless of the Confucian orthodox Haoran Tianxia or the Taoist Qingming Tianxia, ​​as long as there is a Taoist from the real king to the heavenly king, no matter which one of the three veins, he can Invite the patriarch in charge to come in person and hand over the Taoist robe, crown and a token with his own hands, but Tianjun Guanmiao, as the latest heavenly monarch in Haoran Tianxia in the Taoist lineage, has not been able to see the great teacher with his own eyes. Leaving Bai Yujing, came to this great world.God did not dare to speculate, but up and down Taiping Mountain, they were all thinking about it for a while. For this reason, the Suzerain of Taiping Mountain even went to the northernmost academy in Tongyezhou to ask tentatively. It wasn't some Confucian sage who had a statue of a consecrated god in the Confucian Temple interfering in it, which made it impossible for their lineage to appear.

The master of the academy mountain is also a straightforward person, he was too lazy to circle around with the suzerain of Taiping mountain, and asked with a smile, the other two head teachers may have this "treatment", but with the incense of your lineage and our Confucianism, If the old man wants to come to Grand World, who will stop him?

After receiving this answer, God became more and more depressed.

After thinking about it, it can only be that his realm is high enough, but the Dao is still small, so the Patriarch in charge deliberately beat himself.

Before the Battle of Taiping Mountain, God would still think that if he entered the Ascension Realm in the future, he would be able to meet Master Zhangjiao after all.

Now it has become a luxury.

No regrets, no regrets.

Just as the old Taoist priest was about to leave, Chen Pingan said, "Thank you, Old Master!"

The old Taoist smiled and asked, "Why thank me? Is it because of Zhong Kui's fall?"

The old heavenly monarch shook his head, "No need, this is what Taipingshan owes him."

Chen Pingan said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Old Master and Taiping Mountain, for letting me know that the gods on the mountain also have a chivalrous heart to treat the world well."

The old Taoist was in a good mood immediately, "Well, I never thought that you are similar to Zhong Kui, and you are very good at flirting."

Chen Ping said helplessly, "It's my truth."

The old Taoist looked at the young man with a smile, "Sincere flattery, that's what makes people comfortable."

The old Taoist left against the wind.

A small head was lying on the window, staring blankly at the yard.

Strange to say, the appearance of Zhong Kui and Lao Tianjun was not noticed by anyone in the post house, only Pei Qianxing, perhaps by mistake, watched Chen Ping'an in the yard in the middle of the night.

Chen Ping looked back at Pei Qian, "Go to sleep."

It's okay not to say anything, as soon as Chen Pingan spoke, Pei Qian went to move a stool, climbed up the window sill quickly, jumped down, and landed firmly.

Chen Pingan asked: "If you don't sleep, what are you doing here?"

Pei Qian said flatteringly: "I can't sleep, let's talk with you for a while."

Chen Ping waved his hand and said that he wanted to practice boxing, and you can stay if you want.

Pei Qian felt sleepy after watching a stick of incense. After talking to Chen Pingan, he took a deep breath and sprinted towards the window sill of the room. The legs were pulled and pulled randomly, thinking that if he jumped up, he would be majestic.

As a result, his jaw slammed against the window sill.

Fall back.

Chen Ping turned his head and couldn't bear to look directly.

Pei Qian sat on the ground, covered her mouth with her hand, turned her head away, her eyes were dim with tears, and she was about to cry.

Chen Ping walked over, knelt down, gently took her hand away, looked at it, and asked with a smile, "Are you still playing heroic?"

On the little girl's dark face, tears fell down.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to put away her smile, and helped her stand up, "There is a little girl who is similar to you, and she is also so frizzy, but she can bear the pain better than you. I laughed, maybe you should comfort me not to worry."

Chen Pingan added, "But everyone has their own temperament, you don't have to learn from her."

The two sat at the stone table.

Pei Qian only dared to open his mouth slightly, and asked vaguely, "What's her name?"

Chen Pingan said: "Her name is Li Baoping, she likes to wear a red padded jacket, and she also likes to call me Little Martial Uncle."

Pei Qian asked again in a low voice: "Do you like her very much?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Is there any little uncle in the world who doesn't like Li Baoping? !

She is right.

Pei Qian remained silent.

Chen Pingan asked: "I just watched me practice boxing, how was it?"

Pei Qian looked bewildered, this time it wasn't a disguise, he didn't know why he asked this.

Chen Pingan also became puzzled, "You never thought of stealing?"

Pei Qian asked back: "Why do I walk around dangling like you?"

She stood up, with high spirits, baring her teeth and claws, pretending to draw her sword out of its sheath, poking with her fingers together, jumping a few times at once, and punching a set of bastard fists, showing off, saying: "Of course I want to learn!" Just learn the most powerful moves!"

Chen Pingan didn't find anything ridiculous, but looked solemn.

On Ouhua Fudi Street, Lu Fang Yujian.

Chen Ping's school dragon.

And the god-man beating drum style to defeat the fall of the species.

Mixed with some scattered moves of the devil Ding Ying.

Not to mention the similarity.

but.

Some people have said that if you practice boxing without practicing truth, ghosts and gods will laugh.But if you practice boxing and put aside all boxing in one step, you can practice your true meaning?

In Chen Ping's impression, there is only one person who can do it.

Sure enough.

Chen Pingan asked a question: "During the day, you stared at Taoist Shao, what did you see?"

Pei Qian dared not answer.

Chen Ping said: "As long as you don't lie, it doesn't matter what you say."

Only then did Pei Qian look around, and said softly, "I think that person named Shao has bad intentions and is not a good person."

Chen Pingan asked the second question, "Can you see the old priest tonight?"

Pei Qian nodded vigorously.

Chen Pingan was a little helpless.

That's the Taiping Mountain Patriarch using the great supernatural power of Abbot Tiandi.

Chen Pingan asked again, "If you are successful in martial arts in the future and you feel that someone has bullied you, what will you do? Tell the truth!"

Pei Qian hesitated, "One punch only kills me half to death?"

Seeing that Chen Pingan seemed to be getting angry, he simply smashed the jar, folded his arms around his chest, and said angrily: "Punch him to death and knock him down!"

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Then what if you are actually wrong?"

Pei Qianli said confidently: "I stay by your side every day, how can I make a mistake!"

Chen Pingan couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, and asked with a straight face: "But you will go out and travel by yourself one day, and walk around the rivers and lakes."

Pei Qian resolutely said: "I won't! Why should I go out alone? There are so many bad guys out there, what should I do if I can't beat them? Also, if I don't bring enough money with me and I'm starving every day, I'll steal it Rob, you know, you will beat me and scold me again, what can I do? Right, so I still don’t go out.”

Chen Pingan asked: "Then what if one day you practice martial arts very well, even better than me?"

Pei Qian frowned, thought very hard, shook his head desperately and said, "I'm lazy, I like to sleep the most, and I'm afraid of pain. It's not like you don't know that when I walked before, there were blisters on the soles of my feet. My voice is hoarse from crying. When you fight with someone in the inn, you can see the bones in both arms. You can’t cry, but I can’t. I look down at my arms, maybe I will faint from fright It's over. Sigh, if there is a peerless martial art that can be practiced overnight without suffering, that would be great."

Chen Ping suppressed a smile, "You also know that you are lazy, unmotivated, and timid?"

Pei Qian drooped his head, dejected.

Chen Pingan asked, "Why don't you speak?"

Pei Qian said aggrievedly, "My jaw hurts."

Chen Pingan smiled, turned his back, leaned against the stone table, and looked at the night sky.

Pei Qian imitated him, but she was small, so she could only prop her head against the stone table.

Chen Pingan said softly: "After the new year, you will be 11 years old, so you should read more books and learn more principles."

A long way to go.

It's really more tiring than practicing a million punches by yourself.

But it's good.

It was rare for Chen Pingan to talk to Pei Qian more, "When I was in my hometown, I was a little older and never read a book. Mr. Qi told me that the truth is in the book, and the man is not in the book."

Chen Ping finally murmured: "I hope that everyone in the world can meet a Mr. Qi when they are young."

Pei Qian is still the little girl who only likes to choose what she likes to listen to.

For example, Chen Pingan said that she will be 11 years old next year.

In this world, only Chen Pingan can remember these things. She is ten years old this year and 11 years old next year.

----

The old Taiping Taoist suddenly stopped and took out the locust tree, and Zhong Kui's ghost appeared and fell.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, Zhong Kui saw a person he was most familiar with standing not far away, the master of Dafu Academy, his husband.

The Academy Mountain Master just looked at Zhong Kui.

Zhong Kui asked softly, "Sir?"

The owner of the mountain seemed to be unable to believe the bad news before, even now he couldn't believe what he saw before him, "It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this."

In a single thought, he shouldn't have gone to Biyou Mansion back then, and he shouldn't have let this "most desirable student in his life" go to Taiping Mountain.He should just stay in the inn in that frontier town and stare at the invisible nine-tailed fox.

Although the nine-tailed fox is a great monster of the twelve realms, her identity is too special and her seniority is too high, so her real name has already been leaked. As long as Zhong Kui knows the real names of all the ancient big monsters in the world, Zhong Kui can It's like having the power to protect yourself.

No one thought that the sword-carrying white ape in Taiping Mountain was the chief culprit for the escape of the well-prisoned demon.

Zhong Kui couldn't stand the current atmosphere, so he said loudly, "Sir, it's just a duty. Scholars are either using their knowledge to educate the common people and help the society, or using their righteousness to eliminate demons and defend the way..."

The mountain master was furious, "Need you to tell me these great truths?!"

Zhong Kui remained silent.

God sighed, "If the academy asks you, we at Taipingshan will never shirk."

When facing the old Taoist, the Lord of the Mountain did not treat Zhong Kui with the same demeanor, and respectfully said: "My elder brother will be annoyed, but he will not ask the teacher to ask the crime. Besides, what is the crime of Taiping Mountain? Why did Tianjun ever blame Zhong Kui?" Can't Kui protect Taiping Mountain? Why can't he protect that Earth Immortal?"

Zhong Kui added softly: "Sir, that old Taoist priest is named Liang Su."

The mountain master is about to get angry again.

Zhong Kui immediately shut up.

The old Taoist said with emotion: "After this catastrophe, Tongye Continent may be better in the future, but Posuo Continent and Fuyao Continent may be in chaos. Previously, treasures were born in the three continents, and it really was the plan of the monster clan."

Immediately the old man whispered: "Your academy must protect that young man from the Fushi Sect. He can break through this matter..."

Did not go on.

The Lord of the Mountain nodded and said: "That should be the case. I have already discussed with the Fuqi Sect. That young man will study in Dafu Academy under a pseudonym. As for whether he will become a Confucian disciple in the future, it all depends on the young man's own will."

The old Taoist said with a smile: "Ji Hai's closed-door disciples went to become sages and gentlemen, so Fuji Sect can't work hard with you?"

Shanzhu mentioned the Fuji Sect and the big monk Ji Hai, and he was a little bit embarrassed, "Ji Hai said frankly, whether it is taking the young man as his direct disciple or giving the weapon as a gift, it should be right, but when he saw the young man, Ji Hai couldn't help it. Calm, it will hinder your practice, and you will not be able to enter the fairyland in your life, so how will you go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and kill other twelve-level monsters in the future?"

The old Taoist looked regretful, "Tongyezhou is the only pair of gods and Taoists in the fifth realm. It's a rare match made in heaven. It's a pity. It will be very difficult for Ji Hai to break the realm. The more persistent you are, the harder it is for your demons eliminate."

The owner of the mountain said with a wry smile: "Some things can be persuaded by others, but there are some things that cannot be persuaded."

The old Taoist sighed.

The difficulty of cultivating the Tao is as difficult as ascending to the sky.

It's just that a long time ago, it was said that it was not difficult to ascend to the sky, but it was difficult to cultivate Taoism.

----

Middle Earth Divine Continent, the top of one of the most majestic mountains.

There is a god-man in golden armor, holding a sword in both hands and covered with a mask. The face of this god cannot be seen clearly. He stands beside a stone tablet on the top of the mountain, and an old Confucian scholar sits cross-legged on the top of the stone tablet, extremely rude.

The old man pinched his fingers in his sleeve and slapped his thigh, "It's a great kindness!"

The golden-armored god-man twitched the corner of his mouth.

Satisfied, the old man asked, "How am I, a retreat disciple?"

The Golden Armored Godman, who had been pestering the old guy for a full month, said impatiently, "Okay, alright?"

The poor old man pointed at the god-man who was almost on the same level as the huge stone tablet, and said with a laugh: "I am most satisfied with your unconvinced virtue."

Then the old man began to talk about being brave again, "I think back when I quarreled with others, and after they lost, everyone looked like you, so I felt at ease."

Jinjia Shenren is one of the five mountains and righteous gods in the entire Zhongtu Shenzhou. He sneered: "Who suggested that you be a poor scholar and enter the Confucian Temple? You tell me, and I will ask him if he is blind. Dog eyes."

This is a big unsolved case recognized by Confucianism.

The old scholar smiled and said, "Guess?"

No matter how good-tempered Master Suishan is, he would still be irritable if someone babbled in his ear for a whole month, not to mention that this bad old man has always been the kind of guy who doesn't see rabbits and doesn't scatter eagles, can something good happen?

Immediately, he was impolite, "I guess your uncle!"

The old scholar raised his thumb and pointed to himself, "It's not my uncle, but the ancestor of our Confucianism. I hope that the old man is my uncle. Alas, it's a pity..."

Known for his rebelliousness, the Great God of Suishan actually had a sullen face, straightened his waist, let go of the hilt of his sword with both hands, and bowed to the world with fists in his hands, which was an apology to the most holy teacher.

The old scholar said to himself: "You know me, I am very thin-skinned, and I always like to tell myself that I will not be rewarded for nothing, but I am talented, well-written articles, and well-reasoned, so our The most holy teacher found me. He spoke earnestly and persuaded me with good words, which moved me so much. The most holy teacher said a lot about me. Go, since ancient times, sages must be true heroes, and heroes are not necessarily sages! When I heard it, I felt that the most holy teacher understood me, so I made a small request to this patriarch..."

Master Suishan said in a deep voice, "I don't want to hear it, shut up!"

The old scholar lamented: "Why are you so incapable of distinguishing good from bad?"

Master Suishan sneered and said, "If I can tell the good from the bad, can I let you go up the mountain?"

The old scholar rubbed his chin, and felt that he seemed to be unreasonable in this matter, so he immediately changed his words: "That old bull-nosed man in Donghai has a really unpleasant temper. Son. I know that I gave the child a good thing. Although it is not helpful for cultivation, the things and things in the world are just a coincidence. It can just help cover up the secrets. It is worse than A Liang's broken bamboo hat back then. Just for this kind of handwriting , I will not bother with him about the dirty things he did in Ouhua Blessed Land."

Master Suishan sarcastically said: "Even if you want to wrestle with him right now, can you do it?"

The old scholar said earnestly: "We scholars still have to compare with others in terms of reason. Fighting and killing, piercing the sky, is not a real skill."

For the first time, Suishan God did not refute.

The old scholar covered his sleeves with both hands, and the strong wind on the top of Suishan Mountain was turbulent. Even the golden armor of the Suishan Great God had talisman ripples, but the old scholar's sleeves and hair did not flutter at all.

The old scholar said softly: "It's hard for a saint to die, and it's hard for a gentleman to live."

"Of all schools of thought, only our Confucianism does not pay attention to guardians. Academies are the greatest guardians of scholars in the world. The three great palaces in the world, and 72 academies, all have such gentlemen who died before becoming holy. I I feel that these honest gentlemen who are not smart enough are the backbone of our world, and they can..."

When the old scholar said this, he suddenly ran out of words, turned his head and shouted, and asked, "Silly old man, come up with an explanation."

The God of Suishan said calmly: "Indomitable."

The old scholar slapped his thigh again, "Great kindness!"

Suishan Dashen said abruptly: "You have never been a gentleman of Confucianism."

The old scholar was silent.

----

In the Confucian Temple, a saint walked out of his clay statue. The altar was extremely high, and the statue was very close to the most holy teacher in the middle. He also led a young man who followed him from another world to Haoran Tianxia.

After leading the young man across the threshold, the sage turned his head and glanced at the vacant position of a statue, and smiled at the young man: "In the future, if you have a chance, you can compete with someone."