Sword comes

The first sun shines on Gaocheng.

Diezhang, Dong Huafu, and Fan Dache chose to retreat.

Ning Yao, Chen Sanqiu, and Yan Peck stayed where they were.

Chen Ping returned to their side, put on the face of a middle-aged man, first helped Chen Sanqiu and Yan Peck keep an eye on the situation on the battlefield, and occasionally asked for a reminder.

Compared with Fan Dache who had to speak with precision, Chen Ping'an had to be more concise when speaking with Chen Sanqiu and Yan Peck, just checking for omissions and filling in the subtleties.

It is more of a suggestion for the trajectory of the flying sword and the choice of the foothold, a quick review, and strive to change from good to better.It wasn't because he was used to drinking and became good friends, Chen Pingan would not take these two Jindan sword cultivators seriously. Many benefits.

Then Chen Ping went to find Fan Dache.

Seeing Chen Pingan with a manly face, Fan Dache felt a little helpless. He was hostile to Chen Pingan, and it was really bad luck for eight lifetimes. The ancestral grave was not filled with blue smoke, but billowing black smoke, and the coffin couldn't hold it down.

In desperation, Fan Dache was also very grateful. If it wasn't for Chen Pingan's appearance, Fan Dache would still be in a hurry for a long time.

Chen Pingan knelt down, threw a pot of Zhuhaidongtian wine to Fan Dache, and said with a smile, "Remember to say hello to me."

Dong Huafu said: "Use Fan Dache's money to buy the drinks, and then use them later to give Fan Dache favors. I have learned."

Chen Pingan pretended not to hear, and stuck a piece of yellow paper decontamination talisman on his body to help get rid of the bloody smell.

Die Zhang smiled and asked, "Did you go elsewhere to pick up money?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Stroll around casually. Because I was worried that it would be a waste of help and attract the attention of some big monsters in the dark, so I didn't dare to contribute much. I plan to discuss with the sword fairies and take charge of a small part of the city alone. Be a bait, and those who wish to take the bait. When the time comes, any of you who has withdrawn from the battlefield can come to me and see the demeanor of the great monk's sword, remember to bring wine, don't show it for nothing."

Dong Huafu shook his head and said, "Then I won't go."

Die Zhang smiled and said, "I'll forget it too."

Fan Dache noticed that Chen Pingan was looking at him, so he bit the bullet and said the truth: "I dare not go."

Chen Ping smiled and said: "Da Che, if people don't go, the wine can be served, and who would rarely see you."

Diezhang and Dong Huafu got up almost at the same time, and continued to the southern city.

Fan Dache also wanted to follow, but Chen Pingan stretched out his hand and pressed him falsely, signaling that he was not in a hurry.

Chen Pingan said: "Do you feel a lot of pressure to fight side by side with these friends? It seems that if you help them once, you will be hindered once?"

Fan Dache nodded.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "It's not a bad thing to have such thoughts, but if you want to be better, you should suppress these thoughts, Fan Dache, don't forget, you are a bottleneck sword cultivator at the Dragon Gate level, I'm not yet 30 years old now. Do you know that in our Haoran world, even the Beiju Luzhou, which is known as the sword cultivator like a cloud, a sword cultivator who will become a golden core sooner or later, what a remarkable young handsome man is it? ?”

Chen Ping pointed to himself, "It's not that there is someone like me in Haoran Tianxia, ​​but there are people like Chen Pingan in Haoran Tianxia. Among the people on the mountain who are about the same age as you and me, the only one who kills the enemy is worse than me." , Of course there will be, there should be quite a few. But those who are inferior to me, there are many, very many."

Chen Pingan said slowly: "In my hometown, Dongbao Pingzhou, I have traveled through many rivers and lakes. If you, Fan Dache, practiced there, you would be the proud son of a dynasty and the whole country. I often joke that I am a dignified five-level monk. I am joking and self-deprecating. In fact, it is not entirely true. In my hometown, there are monsters and ghosts in the cave realm. They are the well-deserved big monsters, shocking ghosts. You Think about it, a Jindan Sword Cultivator with a congenital sword embryo may only be in his thirties, how can he be so superior in Aquarius Continent?"

Fan Dache nodded, "I didn't think about this before, and I'm not very interested in the affairs of Haoran Tianxia. Ever since I was a child, I always felt that my aptitude was passable, but not good enough."

Chen Pingan smiled, spread out his hands, put his fingers together and nodded at both ends, "What I said, Fan Dache was beside Ningyao Chen Sanqiu and the others, and he felt that everything he did was wrong, it was an extreme, Fan Dache is in my hometown, it seems that he can fight against the country with a sword, which is another extreme. Naturally, it is not advisable."

Chen Ping put away one hand, clenched a fist with the other, and swayed in the middle of the previous line, "Things can be extreme and unavoidable, but a sword cultivator's Dao heart should fall here and stand still. Foreign affairs, when it comes to big things, are really just external affairs, and it is difficult for us to fully control them, but the original mind of a cultivator is always just a matter at hand, close at hand, and it is our own kung fu that can be honed anytime, anywhere The human body is small and the world is just a cone, but the human heart is all-encompassing and can be higher and bigger than the world, especially swordsmanship. Wherever you think and fly your sword, your body, mind, and life are free. I think this sentence is very true. .and this jug of wine in your hand, I will give it to you for nothing.”

Fan Dache's eyes were clear, he took a sip of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "Chen Pingan, if you said these words to me before, I might just understand them, but I may not really understand them. Now Not the same, I understand."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Actually, it's all the same. I also suffered from big and small hardships. I walked and stopped, thinking about this and that, and I came to where I am today."

Fan Dache was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked curiously: "Which sage said that sentence that was given to me with the drink? The more I think about it, the more reasonable it becomes."

Chen Ping stretched out the palm of his hand and stroked his chin, "Da Che, it's fine if you're not smart, but your eyes aren't very good either."

Fan Dache got up with a smile, threw the flagon in his hand vigorously, and was about to go to Chen Sanqiu and the others.

I never thought that Chen Pingan would reach out, grab the empty jug, stand up and curse: "Little dragon gate sword cultivator, in front of the dignified second-level monk, pretend to be a hero of your uncle, the jug doesn't cost money."

Fan Dache was a little guilty, and left quickly, but couldn't help turning his head. Seeing the second shopkeeper, he tilted his head, put his fingers against his temples, and then slowly took off a fake mask.

Fan Dache asked: "Chen Pingan, I just can't forget her, am I worthless?"

Chen Ping put the face made by Zhu Lian into his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Just talk about infatuation and infatuation, there is nothing better than this."

Fan Dache asked suspiciously: "Didn't you say that when we first met? You scolded me so badly."

Chen Pingan, with a sluggish expression, took out the Yangjian gourd, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "I don't have the strength to tell you about the knowledge here, so I can figure it out by myself. Also, show off a little bit of the courage of the Great Sword Immortal in the Longmen Realm, rooster!" Arguing head to head, sword cultivators do not hold grudges when fighting."

In fact, Chen Pingan no longer worried about Fan Dache's emotional injury. Fan Dache seemed to be not doing well in practice, words and deeds on their side, but Chen Pingan can be sure that Fan Dache's road to cultivation can be very long.Chen Ping'an was more worried at the moment, because he was afraid that Fan Dache, after hearing what he said, knew it, and found out that he couldn't do it, or that he couldn't do it well, and it would be another kind of trouble.

A truth, never knowing, itself is a kind of invisible negation, knowing and approving is a kind of affirmation, failing to do it is a kind of negation again.

Generally speaking, at this point, it is the kind of truth that has come to a dead end, to the place of burial on the road of the heart, and there is no bones left.The most terrifying thing is that a series of knowledge similar to this principle will die, and a large number of them will die.

I never thought that Fan Dache would say: "If I can't be as firm as you said in the future, and I can't avoid the influence of Chen Sanqiu and the others, Chen Pingan, you remember to remind me more, twice if I can't do it once, I , there is no big advantage, but it is still persuasive."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "It's easy to say."

Fan Dache finally said: "Then you also listen to my advice, this battle must be fought, not less than a few days and half a month, you should recover from your injuries before returning to the city, otherwise we will continue like this, and we will need to leave in the future When you go to the battlefield at the top of the city, it is difficult for you to recover to the peak. You are my swordsman, even if you are not worried about yourself, you are still worried about my little life. Do you want to drink free drinks in the future? gone?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It makes sense."

Chen Pingan really sacrificed the talisman boat and left the city.

When Fan Dache reached the southern wall, Ning Yao nodded and smiled at him, "Thank you."

Fan Dache wanted to tense his face, but he couldn't, so he simply laughed.

Dong Huafu commented: "It's stupid."

Among the group, Chen Sanqiu, who killed the enemy with Feijian most freely and freely, smiled and said: "Dong Heitan, do you have the ability to ask Ning Yao to thank you?"

Dong Huafu turned his head and asked, "Sister Ning, can you thank me?"

Ning Yao kept his eyes on the front and tipped a rolling word.

Dong Huafu nodded to express his acceptance, then turned his head to look at Chen Sanqiu and Fan Dache, and asked, "Sister Ning has never been polite to me, can you?"

Chen Sanqiu gave a high thumbs up.

Fan Dache took a deep breath, and sacrificed his natal flying sword, the sword light flashed, and swept down the top of the wall.

Chen Pingan was driving the talisman boat with nothing to do, so he imitated his disciples and students, lying on the bow of the ferry and rowing the boat with his hands. It seemed that it was really faster?

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During the interval of the battle, a few young sword cultivators from other places withdrew from the south of the city to the north wall of the city, and another group of local sword cultivators recharging their energy silently took their place.only

When they passed by, most of the latter had some smiles on their faces.

Yu Xiefu sat on the north wall, chewing the last piece of pancake, full of punches, but never punched, this made Yu Xiefu, who could only watch the battle on the top of the wall, for the first time in his life, for the martial arts realm Ascending the heights, there is a great desire. After all, the golden body of the seven realms is not like traveling in the eight realms. As long as one enters the realm of excursions, one can fight against the wind like a Qi trainer, and can punch smoothly.

Zhu Mei's face was pale, with lingering fear in her heart, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said nothing.

After she sacrificed her natal flying sword, she was either protected by Kuxia Sword Immortal or rescued by Jin Zhenmeng in several dangerous situations. Even Lin Junbi, who was still only a sword cultivator at the sea-watching level, helped her once. If Lin Junbi hadn't seen through The disguise of a dead warrior from the demon clan deliberately drew out his sword to lure the other party to sacrifice his trump card. In the end, Lin Junbi withdrew the flying sword between lightning and flint, and Jin Zhenmeng took advantage of the opportunity to use his sword to kill the demon. Zhu Mei would definitely hurt his own flying sword. Even if Dao was not seriously injured at all, she would retreat from the city and go to the Sun Mansion to recuperate her wounds. From then on, the whole battle would have nothing to do with her.

Lin Junbi was talking to Jin Zhenmeng about his experience in the previous battle.

This should be the first time Lin Junbi chatted with Jin Zhenmeng in private, talking about the gains and losses, flaws, omissions, and many subtleties of the two swords.

Jin Zhenmeng smiled warmly. Although she still didn't speak much, she was obviously more close to Lin Junbi.

This is also the first time that Jin Zhenmeng feels that Lin Junbi, a genius boy who seems to be clean all the year round, has a human touch for the first time.

Lin Junbi took out an exquisite small porcelain bottle made by the Shaoyuan Dynasty's manufacturing office, and poured out three pills of different colors. He kept one goose-yellow pill for himself, and threw the other two pills of crow blue and spring green to the golden pills respectively. Zhenmeng and Zhu Mei.

Jin Zhenmeng and Zhu Mei were similar, they both hesitated for a while, but still chose to accept it, and the three of them swallowed the elixir respectively.

Lin Junbi began to hold his breath and concentrating, breathing in and out, the pills gradually melted away, and the buoyant spiritual energy poured into several key qi houses.

Lin Junbi divided his mind and continued to deliberate over the end of the interrogation.

Every replay can make Lin Junbi's morality complete.

Back then, the white-clothed young man who called himself Cui Dongshan asked Lin Junbi if he would stay at the Great Wall of Sword Qi to kill demons with his sword while he was twisting pieces from the chessboard and putting them into the chess jar.

Lin Junbi dared to say it, but the risk was too great and the benefits were too small, so it didn't seem worthwhile.

"It's not a suggestion, it's an order. Because you are too stupid, I have to say more, lest my good intentions be fired into a donkey's liver and lungs by you. It turns out that what was originally a great thing will become a reason for you to complain about me. When the time comes I beat you to death, and you still feel wronged."

Cui Dongshan twisted a chess piece with two fingers and shook it, "First, it doesn't matter how many big monsters you kill after you stay. If you can kill more and win the approval of one or two sword immortals, it is more it is good."

Cui Dongshan casually threw the chess piece into the chess jar, and then twisted the chess piece, "Second, there is a bitter summer with you."

heard words.

Peach board see two

The shopkeeper just drank and didn't get angry, so the child got a little angry and said angrily: "Second shopkeeper, you are not deaf, did you listen to me?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "I'm listening."

The east wind blows the willow catkins, and the east wind blows the willow catkins down.

The same east wind, the same willow catkins, ups and downs, what do you care about.

It's just that such a truth is too boring, and there is no need to repeat it to a child.

So Chen Pingan seemed to be belatedly aware, and pretended to be angry: "These bastards are so annoying."

The child eagerly asked, "What shall we do?"

Chen Ping hovered over the wine bowl in his hand, squinted and said, "Are you helping me fight, or helping me watch the wind?"

Tao Ban sighed, and lay down on the table again, "When there are many guests, I feel tired, and when there are no guests, I feel bored. What's the matter?"

Chen Ping joked: "That's right, what's going on."

Tao Ban glared, "You are really boring, you are no longer a storyteller, and you don't care about the shop, you don't know what you are busy all day long."

Chen Ping waved his hand and said, "I spent money on wine, and I should have a plate of pickles and a bowl of Yangchun noodles for you."

Taoban grinned from ear to ear.

Liu E, who had been pricking up her ears to listen to the conversation here, immediately went to say hello to Uncle Feng, and made a bowl of Yangchun noodles for the second shopkeeper.

Chen Ping'an drank wine leisurely.

For no reason, he remembered the catastrophe of the old servant Liu in the Lion Garden of Qingluan Country.

Scholars who cherish their feathers value their reputation the most, so they are most afraid of losing their feathers.

Cui Dongshan said that those interlocking insidious methods were all the ideas of Liu Qingfeng, the eldest son of the old servant, and Li Baozhen, a fellow townsman, just followed suit.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at the large and small restaurants on the street behind him, the empty street.

In fact, those people and words that Taoban said did not make Chen Pingan feel surprised at all. It can even be said that he had guessed it a long time ago, just like Chen Pingan's lettering on the side of the seal.

For Chen Pingan today, it is very difficult to get angry.

It has nothing to do with that disappointment.

There must be someone who once met Chen Sanqiu at the wine table or Taixiang Street or Yuhu Street. Someone flattered him but failed, so he secretly hated Chen Sanqiu. Let Chen Ping bear the grudge together.

There must also be that sword cultivator who looked down on Die Zhang's background, but envied Die Zhang's opportunity and cultivation, so he hated the noise and noise of that wine shop, and hated the young second shopkeeper who was in the limelight for a while.

There was someone of the same age who used to ridicule Yan Fatty along with the crowd, and later Yan Peng's realm became higher and higher, from looking down and contemptuously, to looking up more and more. People will feel unhappy in their hearts and scratch their hearts and livers.

There must have been some young drinkers who were trying to get close to the second shopkeeper in the stacked wine shop. They just felt as if they couldn't talk to the second shopkeeper. At first, they didn't think much about it. In the minds of those people, it has become a real loss of personal interests. Over time, they no longer go there to buy and drink alcohol, and they like to change to other restaurants and restaurants with their own friends, and talk about the little The sarcastic conversation between the wine shop and Chen Ping'an was very pleasant, the more people who agree, the better the taste of drinking.

These people, especially when they remembered that they used to put on a show and squatted on the side of the road drinking and eating pickles with those sword cultivators, suddenly felt uncomfortable, so they arranged the wine shop with their fellows, and they became more and more energetic.

The busier the wine shop, the better the business. People who drink in other places and say those yin and yang words, look around, even if there are not many people around, they have many reasons to comfort themselves, and even feel that everyone is drunk, so I am sober , in twos and threes, hold together to keep warm, and become more confidantes, but they are also sincere.

According to the Buddhist scriptures, one rain moistens, but all plants and trees have their own differences.

As the old saying goes, the same rice raises all kinds of people, which actually means the same thing.

It is very easy to deny anyone.

Whether it is the boss sword fairy of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, or the Confucian moral sage of Haoran Tianxia, ​​or the sages of various schools of thought, any person in the world, as long as others want to criticize, they can easily deny and kill others in my heart.

Anything that anyone can do, you can do, or you will be out of the ordinary.You can't just do it, otherwise you will be mediocre, and you will be the one who suffers in the end.

It will be difficult to change to genuinely recognize someone.

What Chen Pingan enjoys now is not to compete with them at all, but to have leisure, as long as he has the opportunity, he will try his best to take a look at the complicated lives of these people and see the people in the world.

Chen Pingan took a big gulp of wine, the bowl of wine was finished, and he poured another bowl.

Looking at the peach bread that was devouring his head, Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Eat slowly, no one will grab it from you."

Tao Ban ignored it.

Chen Pingan drank wine and missed his hometown.

When I was young, in a small town, a child once climbed a tree to get back a broken paper kite hanging on a high branch, but he was said to be a thief.

Once at the Immortal Tomb, I watched my peers play and fight from a distance, and someone was bitten by a snake, and the child hurriedly relied on the herbal prescriptions from the Yang's shop to ask, steal, and eavesdrop, and helped that child. Apply medicine to a child bitten by a snake.

After that, when I saw this black charcoal kid from Mud Bottle Lane who was alone all year round and watched them play from afar, the ones who scolded the most and threw mud the hardest were the ones who had the same experience with the orphans in Mud Bottle Lane. contact with peers.

At that time, Chen Pingan didn't understand why this happened, but when he grew up, he would understand that if they didn't do this, they would lose their friends.

But this does not delay those children. When they grow up, they will be filial to their parents, help the elderly in the neighborhood to carry water, and grab water in the middle of the night.

There will also be those young people who are reduced to being unscrupulous, and some are even lucky, and they will become the helpers of the rich children in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane. ferocious.

Even so, it still doesn't delay these people. Some of them will get rewards, and when they return home, they will take their younger brothers and sisters with shabby clothes and their toes standing "outside the door" all the year round, and go to the small town shop to spend a lot of money. There are a lot of New Year's goods, and then let the parents cook a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner, lively and reunion.

I will make some bamboo dragonflies, bamboo knives and bamboo swords for my younger brothers and sisters.

There are also those people who were all bad-hearted when they were young, and they are still like this when they grow up. Then they get married and have children, and they can live a good life. The family never quarrels over certain right and wrong. All cognitions seem to have a kind of harmony similar to a small world.Even though Chen Pingan became an apprentice kiln worker, he still didn't understand why at the time. Later, he walked through many rivers and lakes and read a lot of books to understand the reason.

The kid in Mud Bottle Lane grows up day by day, and for those encounters when he was young, every moment, there will be big and small unhappiness and grievances.

They could only squat alone, shake their heads, play with weeds, or face the dilapidated statues of gods at the fairy grave, and make little clay figurines that are too rough.

I would also pick up a dead branch at random, and on a country road with lush grass and trees, I would be alone, jumping and jumping, using the dead branch as a sword, hacking and killing all the way, panting and very happy.

He also had a toothache and his face was red and swollen. He could only chew some homemade herbs in his mouth and didn't want to talk for several days.

But as long as there is no disease or disaster, and there is no pain anywhere on the body, even if you eat a meal and become hungry, you are happy.

He also couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he ran to Suolongjing or under the old locust tree alone. As a lonely child, as long as he looked at the bright starry sky, he would feel as if he had nothing, and he seemed to have everything.

Later, the little slug in the same alley grew up and could walk and talk.

The Straw Sandal Boy in Niping Lane also met Liu Xianyang.

Later, I became an apprentice kiln worker, and I felt that I had some extra hope in life.

You need to take care of some little slugs more, and you need to learn more skills from Liu Xianyang.

Chen Ping hopes that the three of them will have enough food and clothing in the future, no matter what happens in the future, whether it is a major disaster or a small hurdle, they can go through it smoothly, survive it, and survive it.

The little slug said that he must earn a lot of money, so that his mother can wear gold and silver every day when she goes out, and she will move to the house on Fulu Street.

At that time, if all the bastards who bullied their wives don't go looking for trouble, they will all be scared to death, slap their own mouths, and take the initiative to come to the door with chickens and ducks to admit their mistakes, otherwise he, Gu Can, won't He will forgive them. If he scolded him a hundred words before, he will curse back several hundred words. If he kicked him before, he will kick him back seven or eight times. The kick made the other party roll on the ground, almost dead.

Liu Xianyang said that in order to become the person with the best craftsmanship in all dragon kilns, he must learn all the skills of old man Yao. The emperor's old son is treated as a family heirloom.One day when he gets old and becomes an old man, he Liu Xianyang must be more majestic than old man Yao, scolding all the clumsy disciples and apprentices every day.

Liu Xianyang also hopes that he can break bricks with a single punch, and cross the widest creek in one step. All those who have studied in school, and all those who can read a few acid words, must be respected. He, Liu Xianyang, looked at him with admiration and begged to write Spring Festival couplets for his old Liu family.

At that time, almost three people from different backgrounds had their own wishes. In fact, at that time, everyone felt that they were very big and the biggest.

But no one thought that compared to the life encounters of the three of them later, such a big wish at that time seemed to be not that big, or even small.

It's just that Gu Can has become the kind of person that the three of them hated the most back then.

Liu Xianyang did not become that kind of hero, but became a veritable scholar.

Chen Pingan, who only wanted to live a stable life, did not live a stable life.

I made a lot of money, traveled a long way, and met many people and things that I didn't even dare to think about before.It is no longer the child in straw sandals carrying a big basket to the mountains to collect herbs, but a big basket that is invisible and intangible, full of things that are reluctant to forget to throw away on the road of life, and are picked up one by one and put into the basket on the back Big and small stories.

The endings of some stories are far from happy. The lovers failed to become family members, and the kind people seemed to have no good rewards. Some partings were not sad at the time, but in fact there was no chance of reunion.Some stories have happy endings, but they also have flaws.Some stories don't have that ending yet.

But Chen Pingan has always believed that seeing the light in the dark and giving birth to hope in the desperate situation is not wrong.

Chen Ping put down his wine bowl, dazed in a daze.

It reminded me of that old man Yao who likes to be alone with his arms around his sleeves.

I remember the first time I followed the old man into the mountains to find suitable soil for firing porcelain. Suddenly, there was a heavy snow, the wind was biting, and the snow was knee-deep, almost freezing to death the thin-clothed straw sandal boy.

The silent old man hurried ahead, but slowed down, and said a few words, "Walk on the mountain road in winter, and it's freezing cold. I finally made some money. I don't want to spend a penny. To freeze yourself to death?"

"It's cold and the road is far away, so I just wear more by myself. I can't even think about it? If my parents don't teach me, I don't know how to think about it?"

On the seemingly endless wind and snow road, the suffering young man couldn't even cry when he heard the worse words.

The old man never cared about Chen Pingan's life or death.

But when Chen Ping felt the despair once again, a person chased after him, and not only brought Chen Ping a big package with a thick cotton jacket and dry food, but the tall boy also yelled at him for being serious. An old man who has kowtowed to his teacher in the Eight Classics is not a thing.

When Chen Pingan was not paying attention, someone stretched out his hand to strangle his neck, and his body was pulled backwards and fell down.

Not only did the man not accept it as soon as he saw it, but he increased his strength with that arm, rubbed Chen Pingan's head vigorously with the other hand, and laughed loudly: "Now he is quite tall! Did you ask me if I agreed?!"

Chen Ping's eyes were red, and he murmured, "Why did you come here now?"

In the world, the only person who can tell Chen Pingan's life, and Chen Pingan is willing to listen to it, is at the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Because he is Liu Xianyang.