Sword comes

Walking among the barren hills and tombs where foxes and rabbits are haunted, the sword-carrying man suddenly stopped in front of a tombstone, walked to the tombstone in front of an inconspicuous little earthbag, squatted down and stretched out the vine grass that wrapped around the stone tablet, revealing it. The original face, the handwriting is blurred, and only a small half of the text can be vaguely recognized. The man sighed, "Sacred Taoism is broken, ritual music is at its peak. The battle of a hundred schools of thought is about to begin."

After the man got up, he saw that the apprentice, who had not yet entered Zhenwu Mountain to officially worship his ancestors, was facing the direction he came from. Blood was dripping from the corners of the boy's mouth, ears and nose, making the dark face look particularly hideous and terrifying. He wiped his arm indiscriminately and continued to stare over there.

The man said: "Ma Kuxuan, according to the reason you gave earlier, you learned that the girl from a foreign country used flying swordsmanship in the alley to join forces with the Prince of the Sui Dynasty and the eunuch to kill your first master, so You have a difficult knot in your heart, and you have to avenge this revenge before leaving the town. I think it makes sense, so I didn’t stop you, and you are at your own risk. After all, practitioners can encounter such enemies , is both a crisis and an opportunity.”

But the man emphasized his tone, never favoring the outstanding talent of the disciple in front of him, and said solemnly: "But you are eyeing your peers in Mud Bottle Alley, why? I have told you before that I am a military cultivator in Wushan Mountain, especially A person in the way of swordsman must not kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

The young man answered the question, "A military cultivator, is it the most able to not care about karma, qi and luck?"

The man nodded and said, "Looking through the thousand-year history books, most of them are saints of our military family who are able to turn the tide on their own. It is not that I, as a military cultivator, deliberately sing praises to the sages."

The man stared at the boy, not intending to let the boy go easily.

If Ma Kuxuan is addicted to killing and bullying others, what would he do to collect such disciples for Zhenwu Mountain?

Soldiers and monks in secular dynasties rely on fighting on the battlefield to improve their realm, and they are the closest to life and death. country, how easy is it?

Militaryism and Confucianism are the two pillars that support the peace and harmony of the dynasty under the mountain. Once a respected warrior monk fails to stand upright, the higher the person's realm and the higher the status of the temple, the higher the status of the temple. The impact will naturally be greater.In history, the lessons from the past are vividly remembered.How difficult is it to win the hearts of the people, and how easy is it to lose the hearts of the people.Although this sentence was said by a Confucian sage, there are many Confucian generals who are full of poetry and books, and they deeply agree with this.

The young man may have felt the solemnity of the atmosphere, but he was not in a hurry to argue. He stretched out his hand and gently covered the ear with the palm of his hand, touching the wound. Tan blood stained, and said: "That guy's name is Chen Ping'an, his father died when he was very young, that man was a famous kiln worker in the town before his death, his craftsmanship was very good, and he was honest, and then he died suddenly. The body was not found. Although my grandmother was reluctant to admit it, I remember it very clearly. It was a heavy rainy night with lightning and thunder. I was woken up by the thunder, and then I found that my grandmother was not by her side, and I just pushed the door open. , I saw my father sneaking back, surprised and scared, very strange, my mother slapped my father's back hard, laughed from ear to ear, and was overjoyed."

The teenager frowned subconsciously, trying hard to remember those bleak pictures from his childhood, "Only my grandma didn't speak, she didn't seem to be very happy, but got angry with my father, 'You think that if the child's father died, you can have it. Chances of marrying her? Don't take a piss and take care of your own virtue! The Chen family in Mui Ping Xiang is the only seed for several generations. Can't live? At that time, the Chen family will be cut off like this, and will they not be afraid of the retribution of their ancestors? Take a step back and say, you really don't know the temperament of that woman, and would you like to remarry you?' He just smiled and thought that he had done it, and he would be paid soon. In front of his family, he would not pretend to regret and feel guilty. My grandma finally pointed at my mother's nose and cursed, and my mother was not good-tempered. Yes, my mother-in-law and daughter-in-law almost had a fight in the main hall. My father is the kind of person who likes the new and hates the old. His generation of small town neighbors didn't like him. On the ground, he beat his chest hard, and complained to the plaque while crying, saying that the Ma family recruited such a broom star woman into the house, you can't rest your eyes."

Following the boy's train of thought, the man asked, "Do you want to repay the illusory good and evil, the sins committed by the previous generation, all on yourself, and hope that your grandma and your parents can end in a good life?"

Ma Kuxuan grinned, "I really don't have any feelings for my parents, only my grandma is worried, and she doesn't want to go to Zhenwu Mountain with me, saying that she must be buried next to her grandfather's grave in her life, and if she goes, what will happen? I don’t know that Zhenwu Mountain, which is tens of thousands of miles away, is going to trouble me, my grandson, to move a jar and go home. Second, she heard that after a person dies, the road to the earth before going into the earth will be extremely bumpy, she said alive I already suffered enough when I died, but I don’t want to have to suffer when I die.”

The man said, "It's excusable, but it doesn't make sense. It's just this one time, not the next one."

Ma Kuxuan pouted, his face was indifferent, he didn't shake his head or refute, but he didn't nod or agree.

The man smiled and sprinkled salt on the boy's wound: "How does it feel to be beaten to the ground by someone of the same age?"

Ma Kuxuan said angrily: "If that bitch hadn't secretly gave him a knife, I would have lost to Chen Ping'an?! From the beginning to the end, I only gave [-]% of my strength! If I didn't think I wanted to play Cat Catch the Mouse …”

The man sneered softly: "Playing with cats and mice? Come on, I'm not thinking of killing Chen Ping'an with seven points of strength, and at the same time making the girl take it lightly, killing two birds with one stone. It's pretty beautiful to think about."

The young man's face was slightly red, and he stiffened his neck and said angrily: "Who the hell are you master?!"

The man laughed.

The two went back to the town, and the boy asked, "Is Zhenwu Mountain higher or lower than that Zhengyang Mountain?"

The man smiled and asked, "Do you want to ask the truth or a lie?"

The boy rolled his eyes, "What about the lie?"

The man replied, "That's about the same height."

The young man sighed sadly and felt that he was being treated badly. He recognized two masters, one died inexplicably in Qilong Lane in a small town, and the other was not very skilled and had a lot of rules.

The man smiled and said: "Zhengyang Mountain is on the bright side, although it is the root of kendo, but in the eyes of the monks of Dongbaopingzhou, its status is far inferior to the mortal enemy Fengleiyuan, so Zhengyang Mountain is not regarded as a first-class sect. Power, of course, this is just an illusion on the bright side. In fact, the background of Zhengyang Mountain is very deep, but after the grudge happened, there was a person in Fengleiyuan whose kendo attainments far surpassed their peers. Shan had to endure humiliation for hundreds of years..."

Ma Kuxuan said angrily: "No matter how much you tout Zhengyang Mountain, it will not change the fact that Zhenwu Mountain is inferior to Zhengyang Mountain."

The man smiled and said, "Ma Kuxuan, you are wrong. The gap between Zhengyang Mountain and our Zhenwu Mountain is probably still separated by a Zhengyang Mountain."

The young man was stunned for a while, and after hearing what the man was saying, he smiled and said, "It's almost the same!"

The man reminded: "The sect is the sect, and I am myself."

The little boy smiled and said, "You're wrong too! What I mean is that since Zhenwu Mountain is so high, then I will learn martial arts in the future. If I want to find someone to learn from, it will save time and trouble, and I won't be surrounded by a group of embroidered pillows and Wine bag and rice bag!"

The man smiled and said, "Isn't this kind of rhetoric more convincing for the teenagers in Mud Bottle Alley?"

The young man said angrily: "Is there such a master as you? Be careful in the future if you kill others, I will not help you to avenge!"

The man stretched his hand around his back, patted the scabbard, and said with a smile, "Apart from this sword, Master is alone, and when he dies, he disappears. What's the use of your revenge?"

The boy wondered: "Isn't there still a teacher called Zhenwu Mountain?"

The man sold a pass, "Zhenwu Mountain is different from other sects in East Treasure Pingzhou, you will understand after you go up the mountain."

The tiger talisman on the man's waist jumped lightly, and the man held the tiger talisman for a moment, and quickly said solemnly: "You and I return to the town quickly! I am a military cultivator, seeking good luck and avoiding evil, predicting the future, almost instinctively."

The young man rolled his eyes and said, "Even if the town is turned upside down, the outsiders and the townspeople will be slaughtered and bloodshed, it's none of my business. We can agree, I can promise not to waste people's lives, but I will never do anything. Acts of heroism and righteousness, helping those in danger and those in distress."

The man's face was solemn, he grabbed the boy's shoulder, and ordered, "Don't talk, hold your breath!"

The figures of the two disappeared in a flash, and the next moment they appeared more than ten feet away. This cycle was like a series of water drifts hit by the young Ma Kuxuan on the stream.

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Apart from the wound on Chen Pingan's back that was wiped out by Ma Kuxuan's stone, in fact, there were not many injuries, but this definitely does not mean that Chen Pingan suffered very well. The most troublesome thing was the palm of his left hand. Healing speed, this time he had a fight with Ma Kuxuan, and fist bumping made it worse, so that when tearing off the old cotton cloth, even Chen Pingan could only open a bag on his waist, took out a porcelain bottle, and drank The thick medicinal soup inside is exactly the prescription prescribed by Yang's shop back then. It is useless except for pain relief.

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After Ning Yao took back the simple-looking clothes-pressing knife, he cut off a large section of the cuff of his inner shirt, tore it into strips, and helped Chen Ping'an, who was in a cold sweat, to wrap it up, and asked, "The earthwork at the Yang family's shop. Son, is it really useful?"

Chen Ping'an shook his left hand gently and squeezed out a smile, "It's very useful. It was really painful just now. I've had this pain twice before."

Ning Yao scolded: "You can see the bones in the flesh in the palm of your hand, can it not hurt? Do you really think that you have become an invincible Arhat body, or a Taoist real monarch with an innocent body? Let you be brave! That Ma Kuxuan fought to the death, didn't he say one-on-one, yes, he singled out the two of us, no problem. Even my dignified Ning Yao is not ashamed, but you are addicted to being a hero, or wait for your order. Pick up the mountain ape of Zhengyang Mountain, and I will continue to applaud you for you?"

Chen Ping'an just planned to talk to her about his views and reasons.

The girl suddenly stared, and the boy nodded immediately and said, "Miss Ning is right."

Ning Yao squinted and said, "I'm not upset, do you think I don't know?"

Chen Ping'an smiled, and kept peeking at the clothes-pressing knife in her hand. At first glance, it was pocket-sized and cute, but at a closer look, it was cold-edged.

The teenager felt that this clothes-pressing knife was the exact opposite of its owner.

Ning Yao asked Chen Ping'an to raise his right hand, and gently put the garment-pressing knife back into the scabbard tied to his arm, warning: "Don't take an inch, and don't have any unreasonable thoughts about this knife!"

Chen Pingan said helplessly, "Miss Ning, you think too much."

Ning Yao suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the earliest statue of a broken-arm spirit officer, "Do you know what kind of stone is that dark black stone seat?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "I know, Miss Ning, you are asking the right person. We only need to go all the way along the creek into the mountain, and we have to walk a long way. I estimate that we will have to walk for at least half a day before we can see a black stone. The cliffs are all this kind of stone. They are very hard. You can't hit a little bit of gravel with a hammer, let alone a hatchet. There are several long grooves on the other side of the stone cliff, and there is a slight slope inside. It’s not even, and every time Old Man Yao passes by, he will ask him to take out a hatchet to sharpen it, and let’s not say, after grinding, the hatchet will really shine brightly, which is very different from before.”

Ning Yao rubbed his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "The hatchet used to sharpen trees and chop wood..."

Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up, "Worth it?!"

Ning Yao said angrily: "No matter how valuable it is, can you make a little bit of the whole stone cliff formed into one piece? I tell you, ordinary gods can't do it! Unless it is a great sword fairy with great killing power, In addition, if you are willing to give up a magic weapon, you will be able to split about two three-foot-long stone strips, which will be specially named 'Dragon Slaying Terrace' by Jianxiu, and each piece is of course invaluable."

Chen Pingan was lost in thought.

Ning Yao's eyes suddenly lit up, "Isn't there a ready-made sword sharpening stone under the feet of the statue of Lingguan? It's so big that it can just be split into two dragon-slaying platforms."

Chen Ping'an's ass was on fire, and he quickly persuaded him: "Miss Ning, we can't dismantle it and move it home! That old spiritual officer is already embarrassed enough, if we take away his footing... "

Ning Yao stood up suddenly and snorted coldly, "Grab?! Am I that kind of person?"

Then Chen Ping'an followed the girl to the Taoist spirit official statue. Standing in front of the clay sculpture painted statue, Ning Yao took a step forward, holding the scabbard and the scabbard with both hands, and she looked up and shouted, "My name is Ning. Yao! Today, as long as you give me the three-footed place under your feet, then in the future, I will repay you a hundred times a thousand times when Ning Yao achieves the sword fairy!"

Chen Ping'an opened his mouth wide, thinking this is okay?

Sure enough, the clay statue did not move.

The girl didn't give up and continued: "I don't want to give it, right? Then I will borrow it from the head office of Ning Yao? There are loans and repayments."

Ning Yao did not forget to turn his head and wink at Chen Ping'an, "I'm borrowing, not robbing, do you understand?"

Chen Pingan shook his head vigorously, and answered sincerely, "I don't understand!"

Ning Yao was about to explain the difference between "grabbing" and "borrowing" with Chen Ping'an, Chen Ping'an suddenly shouted, "Be careful!"

While speaking, Chen Ping'an moved and pulled Ning Yao behind him.

It turned out to be the statue of the spiritual official. After thousands of years of wind and sun, it finally fell to the ground on this day. It fell forward and fell to the ground. It was completely broken. The wreckage of the arm, even the lifelike head of the beard was shattered.

From the soil, to the soil.

It seems that this time in the world is truly over.

Moreover, the mystery of this turmoil lies in the height of the statue of the spirit official, and the distance between the young girl and the stone seat of the statue, the former is much larger than the former. At least it will be smashed lightly.But in the end, the clay statue turned into dust, and the farthest was only at the feet of the two of them.

The well-informed Ning Yao swallowed his saliva and felt a little guilty. He looked down at the flying dust and muttered, "You're too stingy, don't borrow it, don't borrow it, and fight with me for a jade and a stone?"

Chen Ping'an suddenly shook his head and said, "This is called Bodhisattva nodding, it's a promise to you."

Ning Yao stood side by side with the young man, looking at the debris and dust, then at the bare black Dragon Slaying Platform farther away, and finally turned to look at Chen Ping'an, and asked tentatively, "Are you sure?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "I'm sure!"

Ning Yao believed it, without any doubt.

Even she herself doesn't know why.

Finally, under the leadership of Chen Ping'an, Ning Yao helped to move the mud debris into a pit dug next to it and covered it with soil.

Chen Ping'an lowered his head and said silently, "It doesn't matter if you are human or divine, it is safe to go to earth."

Ning Yao also lowered his head and whispered: "It is safe to go to the ground."

After doing all this, Ning Yao asked curiously, "Chen Pingan, is this the local customs of your town? Is it the rules and regulations handed down from the ancestors?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "No, I think so myself."

Ning Yao raised his eyebrows.

Chen Ping'an asked with a smile, "Miss Ning, don't you feel very comfortable after doing this?"

Ning Yao also shook his head, "I don't feel it."

Chen Ping'an scratched his head, looked at the black stone seat, and asked, "Is it called Dragon Slaying Platform?"

Ning Yao snorted, "People in the martial arts may call it a sharpening stone, or a sword sharpening stone, and only the swordsmen on the mountain will call it the Dragon Slaying Platform."

Ning Yao turned his head and looked towards the southwest, his eyes were dazed, and he whispered, "My hometown is also called the sword grinding stone, everyone will have a piece of it, the size is different, usually it is only the size of a fist, and even some families are declining, A sword cultivator with a low cultivation base has only a thumb-sized sword grinding stone left, which is also more important than his life.

Chen Pingan asked softly, "How big is it?"

The girl murmured, "It's bigger than your mud bottle alley house."

The young man was full of shock, and then said with great envy: "Miss Ning, then your family is really rich! And with such a big sword grinding stone, you don't have to be afraid of being stolen. How good, unlike me, I managed to save a little copper money. I can't sleep peacefully anywhere."

The sadness of the girl who had left her hometown at first disappeared. She smiled and said, "This sword sharpening stone is half for one person!"

The boy waved his hand, "What do I want it to do? My family has a hatchet, but where do I need such a precious sharpening stone, every time I sharpen a knife, I feel distressed, why bother. So take it all, Miss Ning. Okay, by the way, aren't you thinking of asking Master Ruan to help you make a sword? You can use the other half as the money for making swords..."

Ning Yao said helplessly, "Chen Ping'an, are you really stupid or careless?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, then smiled: "Miss Ning, just treat me as a bad guy."

Ning Yao suddenly pointed his finger at the young man, with an expression of sudden realization, he squinted and smiled: "Chen Ping'an, tell me honestly, are you plotting something wrong, thinking about turning 'Miss Ning' into your daughter-in-law in the future, that's not everything. Is it your own? This little abacus is cracking, it's amazing!"

The boy wanted to cry but had no tears, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Song Jixin said something before, why would he want to add a guilt?

Ning Yao laughed, "I'm joking if I scared you."

Chen Pingan sighed, feeling a little tired.

Ning Yao suddenly said seriously: "Be careful! My flying sword is already on the way back!"

Chen Ping'an is like a formidable enemy.