Sword comes

The bamboo forest is as dense as a bamboo, and there are a few thatched huts.

On both sides of the confrontation, at the door of a thatched hut, there is Ma Huangxian, the eldest disciple of the female martial arts god of the Daduan Dynasty.

The visitor was a tall and slender man, wearing a green shirt and long jacket, and wearing cloth shoes, standing in the bamboo forest.

From the two thatched huts elsewhere, two women walked out, their faces were young, but their real ages were not young. It was Yamazawa Nohide who was born, turned into a pure martial artist halfway, joined the army, and finally in a tragic battle, he was selected by the national teacher Pei Beixiang who presided over the battle for his aptitude for martial arts, and he was accepted as a disciple. .

Dou Fenxia, ​​with her head in a snake bun, was leaning against a green bamboo tree, her attitude was laziness, and the figure of a woman was plump. At this moment, she squinted her eyes and smiled, carefully sizing up the man in the blue shirt who came to him unkindly.

Just before she stopped, she bent down to pick up a few stones and bamboo leaves from the ground, now leaning on a stalk of green bamboo, she raised her toes and poked the ground lightly.

Liao Qingai, the junior sister not far away, because she has been involved in cultivation and entered the cave early, so even though she is half a hundred years old, she still has the appearance of a girl, with a very thin waist and a long knife hanging on her shoulders.

These three fellow disciples, Ma Huangxian, who is a big brother, has reached the peak of the mountain.

Dou Fenxia and Liao Qingai are both pure warriors who travel far away.

The three pure warriors all hope to reach the tenth realm.

Therefore, in the eyes of the outside world, if there are five ten-level warriors in the future, the Daduan Dynasty's martial arts prosperity will be unprecedented.

The breeze blows through the bamboo forest, the green shirt in the distance, the hair on the sideburns flutters slightly, the sleeves sway slightly, and the clouds and water ripple.

In a trance, this person seems to have stepped into the mysterious realm where man and nature are one.

This picture scroll of Qingling is really eye-catching, seeing Dou Fenxia radiant, she is such a young hermit official whose name has been heard for a long time, no wonder she was able to fight three times in a row with her junior brother on the top of the city when she was a teenager.

Liao Qingai's face was frosty, she didn't like this person very much, she couldn't beat her junior brother, so she took advantage of Cao Ci's participation in the Confucian Temple's discussion, and came to trouble her senior brother?What's the matter?

Ma Huangxian asked with a smile: "Chen Pingan, did you find the wrong person? When did Ma become so famous? If you just want to learn from boxing and practice martial arts, aren't there other seniors elsewhere? Seems like it's not my turn."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I didn't find the wrong person, I just found you. Unless you are not Ma Huangxian."

At present, around the Confucian Temple, the grand masters standing on the top of the Martial Dao Mountain, together with the bright and dark places, can be counted as many as two hands.

Zhang Tiaoxia of Zhongtu, Song Changjing of Aquarius Continent, King Fumin of Luzhou of Beiju, Wu Shu of Tongye Continent, Pei Axiang of Aiai Continent... are all martial arts masters of the ten realms of Yizhou.

Although Ma Huangxian has always been proud and arrogant, he is not so high-spirited that he feels that he is already comparable to these seniors.

Among the ten young people in the world that were selected earlier, the hermit official No. 11 in front of him occupies a place by virtue of his dual identities of Nine Realm Warrior and Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator.

It's just that Ma Huangxian learned from his master and junior brother that Chen Ping'an had already entered the tenth realm in Tongyezhou.

Therefore, when Chen Ping came to visit today, he had to ask him about boxing because of his posture.

Of course, if Chen Pingan really insisted on asking for punches, Ma Huangxian didn't mind receiving punches either.

Ma Huangxian is a great martial artist, and even a military general who rose from the army. He still leads an elite frontier army with as many as 20 people.

So Ma Huangxian didn't bother to think too much, and asked with a smile: "How to ask?"

"I give you two choices. If you lose the punch, first apologize and admit your mistake, and then return something."

Chen Pingan said: "If you lose a fist and don't lose to others, then you will fall, and you will have no hope of ten realms in this life. I will ask Pei Bei again to get that thing back."

Ma Huangxian was at a loss when he heard this, what is it all about?What do you apologize for, and who do you confess your mistakes to?Return what?He and Chen Pingan had no intersection at all.

Dou Fenxia smiled sweetly, clenched the stone in her hand, raised the back of her hand, and pressed it to her lips, feeling that this young hermit was so aggressive that she was cute.

Liao Qingai said coldly: "Chen Pingan, this is not a place where you can run wild!"

If Chen Ping didn't hear anything, he just stretched out a palm towards Ma Huangxian, indicating that the opponent can punch first.

The grievances and grievances are clear, today's visit is only to ask about boxing with Ma Huangxian, and he must use the principles that Ma Huangxian is good at, and use his own way to treat him in martial arts.

Naturally, it has nothing to do with the Daduan dynasty, with Pei Bei Cao Ci, the master and apprentice, and with Dou and Liao, two female warriors.But if someone must get involved, Chen Pingan will make sense together.

Liao Qingai suddenly turned her head to look at one place, her face full of displeasure, there are monks on the mountain who dare to look at the mountains and rivers from afar.

At the same time, Dou Fenxia raised her hand with a smile on her fingertips, and a piece of bamboo leaf disappeared in a flash. The bamboo leaf was like a pocket flying sword, pulling a straight line, and the green bamboo leaf finally hovered somewhere, just like a swordsman asking a sword.

A cultivator in the Immortal Realm who used his supernatural powers in the Aotou Mountain Immortal Mansion had no choice but to withdraw his powers. In the mansion, the immortal shook his head and smiled bitterly. For the disciples of the national teacher Pei Bei, he defended his shortcomings.The three martial arts masters at the bamboo hut may not be very clear about Wenquan's roots at the moment, but Immortal Daduan has seen the beginning and end of the turmoil in Yuanyangzhu, and knows the power of that green-clothed swordsman.

And there is another reason that made the immortal smile wryly, that is, the sword fairy in green shirt was in the bamboo forest, and his demeanor was really familiar, and he was actually somewhat similar to the Yunshui body of the immortal Yun Mo from the Nine True Immortal Hall. Similar in shape.

But in fact, although Ma Huangxian and Chen Pingan met for the first time, they were not ignorant of this last hermit official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

When Chen Pingan was a teenager, he met Cao Ci who was practicing boxing at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and had three battles and three losses.In addition, Chen Pingan later recruited a young disciple named Pei Qian, a young woman named Pei Qian, who went to the Daduan Dynasty and found Cao Ci during her solo tour of the Middle Earth Divine Continent. There is no suspense, but Pei Bei admires this foreign woman warrior with the same surname. During the years when Pei Qian was recuperating at the National Teacher's Mansion, even Pei Qian's daily medicinal diet was prepared by Pei Bei himself. prescription.

Dou Fenxia smiled charmingly, and asked: "Mr. Chen, can I have a discussion with you? Before you fight Ma Huangxian to death, let me ask you about some tricks. It's not serious. Ask fist."

Ma Huangxian reprimanded: "Junior Sister Dou, don't mess around!"

But Dou Fenxia has already moved a few steps sideways, throwing three stones in her hand quickly, and several bamboo leaves as fast as flying swords, and went straight to the green shirt.

She reached out and pressed on the green bamboo beside her again, the bamboo leaves rustled and fell one after another, a large group of emerald green bamboo leaves gathered in the air, condensed into a large group of green color, as if offering hundreds of flying swords.

With a wave of his sleeve with his left hand, Chen Pingan scattered the stones and bamboo leaves that were rushing towards his face, then raised his right hand, put his fingers together, and with a light finger, the sword energy between Dou Fenxia's eyebrows was awe-inspiring, as if there was a strong sword energy condensed It was a mustard seed that gently pressed against the center of her eyebrows, like a visitor who only stood at the door without knocking, Dou Fenxia's entire fair face was slightly undone, and the snake-like bun on her head was quietly loosened.

She didn't dare to make any moves anymore, those bamboo leaves that lost the spirit of a martial artist and were supported by pure qi slammed apart, many of them fell on her bun and shoulders, she stomped her feet, showing a shy appearance of a young girl, and said plaintively: "Sure enough, it's two levels lower, and there's no way to fight."

Dou Fenxia clapped her palms, and where the stones and bamboo leaves that Chen Ping smashed with one sleeve disappeared, the golden light scattered away.

Chen Pingan knew in his heart that this Dou Fenxia was a swordsman who deliberately revealed his identity. This line of martial arts was a pure martial artist in itself, but he could naturally defeat a martial artist through secret techniques.When a martial artist in the same situation meets her, it's like a qi trainer meets a swordsman, extremely difficult to deal with, and the chance of winning is extremely slim.It's just that there are many martial arts masters who catch swordsmen, and it seems that they only heard that there are many in Qingming Tianxia, ​​but there are few traces in Haoran Tianxia.

It's a pity that even the student Cui Dongshan didn't know much about this sword-catching technique, so Chen Pingan learned a little bit of it, and it could only be used to scare people, and he would never have the chance to use it in a life-and-death battle.

Dou Fenxia was full of smiles, still looking at the calm and relaxed green-clothed man, secretly gathered her voice together, and reminded Ma Huangxian: "Senior brother, I guessed it right. Apart from being a swordsman, Chen Pingan is indeed a deep-rooted swordsman." The hidden knife catcher is my colleague. Brother must be careful in the next fight, no matter how careful you are, you can't be too careful."

Ma Huangxian didn't appreciate it, it was just a fist fight, life and death was conceited, Dou Fenxia calculated the other party like this, and she was even more useless if she lost, it was not just that she was inferior in skills, so she replied with her junior sister: "Junior sister don't need to spend so much effort. "

Dou Fenxia's expression was calm, as if the young hermit was flirting with her eyes, but her words with her senior brother were full of anger, "One look at the other party is not a good one, you are about to be punched by a ten-level martial artist, what face do you want?" Face, you are the most squeamish old man! If I were you, the three of us would bore him together!"

Chen Pingan smiled.

She roughly guessed what Dou Fenxia was thinking, but she didn't reveal it to her face.

Ma Huangxian began to move forward slowly, and the other party came to him. As a martial artist who was only half a step away from the top of the mountain, he was a disciple of the master in name, so he had no reason not to receive punches.

Pei Bei originally intended to take only one disciple in his life, that is Cao Ci.

It was because of the end of the war a few years ago, His Majesty the Emperor of the Daduan Dynasty, and Pei Bei asked about it, saying that he was an old man who liked to read Jianghu Romance novels the most, for his own Jianghu, and Pei Bei, who was still very young. Girl, please help me.

Let the rivers and lakes after the Daduan Dynasty be more lively and have more masters. There must be four great masters and ten masters.

Pei Bei agreed.

That's why Pei Beicai now has four heirs in name, the eldest disciple Ma Huangxian, Dou Fenxia, ​​Liao Qingai, and the closed disciple Cao Ci.

Internally, the three other than Cao Ci are actually just Pei Bei's unnamed disciples.Cao Ci is still the great disciple who opened the mountain, and also the disciple who closed the door at the same time.

Externally, because Cao Ci was the youngest, he became the junior junior of Ma Huangxian and the others.

Cao Ci didn't care about this matter, but the three senior brothers and sisters, including Ma Huangxian, knew that only when they entered the tenth realm, would they have the chance to be truly regarded as direct descendants by the master.

Chen Pingan remained where he was, but gently rolled up his sleeves.

Ma Huangxian's step sank slightly, and the muddy ground under his feet collapsed slightly, and his figure left the spot in an instant. Ma Huangxian's whole body was filled with fists, and the large bamboo forest around the green shirt fell backwards at the same time. Thousands of bamboo poles bent into a huge arc.

Chen Pingan remained motionless, with the palm of one hand resting on the opponent's elbow, he slid back a few steps, and stretched out the other hand, leaning upwards, supporting Ma Huangxian's chin, exerting force suddenly.

Ma Huangxian suddenly turned her head, dodging Chen Pingan's seemingly understated but extremely fierce casual mention, bent her knees, twisted her waist and dropped her shoulders, her body sank, her body turned, and she swept her legs, and then the green shirt disappeared. Only a large piece of green bamboo was cut off by the waist. Ma Huangxian stood in the open space, and the green shirt in the distance floated on the top of a cut bamboo. , it’s not that the realm is high, so there’s no need to be so polite.”

Dou Fenxia narrowed her eyes, and if it was herself, she would definitely not be able to hide from the young Yinguan's lift just now, and if she was hit firmly, the punching would probably be over, and she would be obediently recuperating for another month.

Ma Huangxian remained silent, took a deep breath, opened a fist frame, with a bow full like the moon, with this martial artist of the nine realms as the center of the circle, surrounded by bamboo forests in a bowed shape, instantly bent down the body of the pole, and there was a sound of shattering for a while endlessly.

It turned out to be a boxing method that absorbs the spiritual energy of the world and refines it into a mouthful of pure true energy?How is such a martial artist different from a refiner?Against Qi trainers, wouldn't it mean sitting in a lawless place naturally?

Ma Huangxian disappeared in a flash, but Dou Fenxia and Liao Qingai were unable to catch the trace of the elder brother.

It was as if the two sides were facing each other, like a string of spring thunder exploding in the bamboo forest. The next moment, it was Ma Huangxian's turn to stand at the place where the green shirt was standing. sleeves.

The vision of the two female warriors was farther away. The man stood on a green bamboo pole that seemed to be pointing to the ground, with his hands behind his back, condescending, still only had Ma Huangxian in his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Is it true that you still have to make punches?" Do you think I am a friend from the rivers and lakes from afar?"

Liao Qingai said in a deep voice: "If you ask about fists, ask about fists and humiliate others with words. Are you worthy of being a master?!"

Chen Pingan nodded, "It makes sense, it sounds like that."

There is an old man in Aquarius Island with a sword and a bamboo and yellow scabbard. Every time the old man walks in the rivers and lakes, he will look through the old calendar before going out.

As a result, once at home, the old man was visited by a warrior from Biezhou to buy a scabbard.

Probably from that day on, the old man no longer had any world in his heart, and he began to obey the old man, unable to read the old almanac.

Why, I, Chen Pingan, just chatted with you for a few words today, and you feel that I am not worthy of being a martial artist?

Ma Huangxian thought that this young hermit official was from Baopingzhou, and suddenly remembered something, and asked tentatively, "What is your relationship with an old guy named Song from the Shushui Kingdom?"

Finally remembered.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, and slowly said: "What's the relationship? The relationship between senior and junior. Senior Song taught me a sword technique."

Wherever the sword goes, thousands of troops will be defeated.

It is connected with the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the avenue.

Chen Pingan took a step sideways, stepped down from the bamboo pole, and touched the ground with his feet. The green bamboo around him instantly stretched, and the bamboo leaves swayed violently.

Chen Pingan asked: "Have you forgotten the old man's name?"

Ma Huangxian sneered and said, "I see. That's right. I really can't remember the old guy's name."

Remember that old martial artist in Zhuangzi, is it the martial artist of the sixth realm or the seventh realm?

For the small country of Aquarius Continent, it might be regarded as the great master of the leader of the rivers and lakes of a country?Ma Huangxian only vaguely remembered that the other party was ignorant of good and bad at the beginning, low in level, courageous, and determined not to sell the scabbard. A young man and a woman in the village seemed to be the old man's younger generation, and they risked their lives even more. In the end, the old man probably felt that it was not worthwhile to ruin his family just to get the scabbard, so he surrendered the scabbard obediently.

Chen Pingan was slightly distracted and frowned slightly.

Because that weird riverside discussion seemed to be over.All fourteen great monks have returned to the banks of the long river of time.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Ma Huangxian came to Chen Ping'an in an instant, and quietly handed out the most complete punch in his life.

Chen Ping stretched out his hand, grabbed Ma Huangxian's punch, and after lightly brushing it away, he took the initiative to throw a punch for the first time, in the form of a god-man beating a drum.

With one punch settled, Ma Guanxian's burly figure was straightly backed up by tens of feet, smashing countless green bamboos on the line.

, Fist and fist connected, Ma Huangxian retreated again and again, powerless to parry.

Dou Fenxia's face turned slightly pale, is it true that senior brother is really going to be beaten down by this person?

The fall of a martial artist is a very rare event, and the sequelae are more terrible than the fall of the Qi practitioner on the mountain.

Liao Qingai was about to take a step subconsciously to interrupt the continuous punching intention of that punch, but she still suppressed the idea of ​​punching and watched her senior brother being punched by that green shirt.

Wufu Wenquan has the rules of Wenquan, which is even more important than victory or defeat, life and death.

Dou Fenxia didn't really believe in one thing until this moment.

Chen Pingan, now he may really be qualified to compete with Cao Ci Wenquan.

Senior brother Ma Huangxian once said that there are countless warriors in the world, but only junior brother Cao Ci, before entering the tenth realm, can completely crush the opponent in any realm of the same realm, and wants to win with a few punches , just a few punches.

When that junior brother Cao Ci reached the tenth level, he would be able to deal with any ninth-level warrior in the world, regardless of his aptitude, as long as he wanted to decide the winner, it would only be a matter of one punch, and there was absolutely no need for a second punch.

When that young woman came to Daduan to ask about boxing, Cao Ci's attitude towards her was actually more like how he treated Yu Xifu at the Jinjiazhou battlefield site in his early years.

However, Pei Qian's performance was indeed surprising. In those few fist fights, although Cao Ci was a bit like handicap, and deliberately suppressed the situation, Cao Ci was extremely serious from the beginning to the end, every time he punched, Especially during the third match, Cao Ci accidentally received two punches from the opponent.

So much so that after the fist fight ended, Pei Qian, who lost the punch, passed out, but still leaned his back against the wall, not letting himself fall to the ground.

It's like saying, I haven't lost a punch.

Afterwards, Cao Ci had to sit on the wall of Daduan Capital City, resting his cheek with one hand and rubbing his forehead with the other to loosen the bruises.

The bamboo forest was knocked out by Ma Huangxian for a three-mile-long road. On both sides of the road, there were bamboo poles everywhere that were shattered by fists. In the end, this martial artist with broken mountains and rivers in the small world, the martial artist of the nine realms at the previous moment, the eighth at this moment Jing Wufu, leaning against a green bamboo, his face covered with blood, could only stare wide-eyed, his arms drooped, his feet tried to support himself, trying to let his body lean against the bamboo, but he still couldn't stop the slow sliding trend .

Wearing a green shirt, he bent down, stretched out a hand, pressed Ma Huangxian's forehead, helped him to stand up, and lowered his head and said: "Remember, that senior, whose surname is Song and whose name is Yushao, is the Sword Master of the Shushui Kingdom." .”

Chen Pingan let go, and Ma Huangxian's pure Qi was completely dissipated, and she fell to the ground with her back against the green bamboo. After being seriously injured, her head drooped, as if she was in a coma.

After nearly twenty punches, it is not surprising that he fell, but it is strange if he does not fall.

As for how many punches Ma Huangxian received from him, Chen Pingan didn't remember it, so why did he remember it.

Chen Ping turned his head and glanced at the two female warriors over the hut.

Dou Fenxia's heart was heavy, her expression was solemn, and there was no trace of charm.

She looked at the green shirt, and the latter nodded slightly, then tiptoed, went to the top of the bamboo sea, stepped on a bamboo branch, and looked into the distance, as if the fist was over and was about to leave in the wind.

Dou Fenxia swept away, squatted down, and stretched out her hand to support Ma Huangxian's shoulder. She had a sad expression on her face for a moment, her brother really fell into trouble.

Liao Qingai stopped at the door of the hut, took a step forward, clasped her fists suddenly, and said sternly, "Chen Pingan, within 30 years, wait for me to ask you to punch me!"

Chen Pingan turned his head and glanced at her, "It's up to you."

The next moment, a green shirt disappeared out of thin air on the top of the bamboo sea.

At the same time, Chen Ping'an in the Yingwuzhou mansion also disappeared.

The two Chen Pingan, who had been wandering outside the Confucian Temple and causing trouble everywhere, were able to return to the riverside, and the three became one.

This riverside discussion is the biggest weird thing.

Earlier, following those fourteenth-level monks including Wu Shuangjiang, they climbed a false and almost real Tuoyue Mountain. When Chen Ping reached the top with one foot, Chen Pingan found himself back by the river with the next foot.

Chen Ping only vaguely noticed some subtle changes in the long river of time, and he couldn't even remember or guess what he did or said between his two feet.

Chen Ping always felt that things were not that simple.

When he returned to the river, he only saw Li Sheng and Bai Ze.

Sir, Yasheng, like other [-]th realm monks, disappeared without a trace.

She was also missing.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to squat by the water, continue to stare at the long river of time, imitate Li Huai, and stop thinking about things he doesn't understand.

It was only at Yingwu Island that I learned that Liu Chicheng, a rich man, actually spent a total of [-] Guyu coins to buy [-] pieces of green glazed tiles from Huolong Daoist.

Just such a person who "knows how to do business", not to mention going to work as a bookkeeper in his Luopo Mountain, just learning from Mi Dajianxian and showing his God of Wealth Wei Wenlong a look at the gate, you Liu Chicheng are not qualified.

At Baozhai on Yingwuzhou, he borrowed money from someone again, but after reuniting with Yu Panshui and Yuan Zhou, he was in debt again.

So Chen Ping looked at the mysterious and mysterious long river of time, and really didn't think much about it, he felt that he was staring at a fairy money river.

Can't help but turned to look at Li Sheng.

Li Sheng said with a smile: "It's better for you to take care of the money bags."

Chen Pingan knew that his idea of ​​playing the long river of time must be dead.

Then I turned to ask about Pozi Ling, Li Sheng only replied, when you leave this place, Xiping will allow you to read the secret files of the Confucian Temple.

Chen Ping stood up and bowed to express his thanks.

Li Sheng said with a smile: "There are often sword lights on the night boat. I hope you won't make people feel like you've been waiting for a long time, because you may need to meet someone later before you can return to the night boat."

Chen Pingan nodded, very puzzled.

see who?

It can't be the most holy teacher, right?

Chen Pingan didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Bai Ze left Li Sheng and walked to Chen Ping'an alone. The two parties, who were very different in age, sat and squatted by the water, chatting about the customs of Aquarius Island.Back then, when Bai Ze went out, he took the fox spirit who looked like a woman in palace attire by his side, and traveled the vast world together. The encounter with Chen Pingan on the Dali border line, that snowy night on the plank road, of course, was Bai Ze's intention. Of.

Regarding the situation where Chen Pingan bears the real name of the big demon, Mr. Bai Ze said with a smile that the situation will be much better when Lord Yinguan enters the fairyland.

Hearing Mr. Bai Ze call himself a hidden official, Chen Ping'an inevitably felt awkward.

If one day he returns to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and travels southward to the Wild World, it doesn't matter if Chen Ping meets anyone, he just hopes that he won't meet this person beside him.

But as long as you go to that wild world where there are only two bright moons left, it seems that it will be very difficult not to meet Mr. Bai Ze.

"Chen Pingan, you don't have to think too much, just do your own thing well."

Bai Ze smiled and said: "No matter what other people are, as a scholar, you must firmly believe in one truth in your heart. It is advisable to do virtuous deeds, and there are people in the book. Then you may not be able to benefit from this on the road of cultivation, but at least it will make you feel at ease step by step. .”

A tall woman dressed in white, she first appeared next to Chen Pingan, sitting cross-legged with a horizontal sword on her knee.

Then the old scholar, Yasheng, Yu Dou, Lu Chen, the monk Shenqing, the female crown, the dragon slayer, the old temple master, Wu Shuangjiang, and the rest of Chen Ping's unknown identities all reappeared by the riverside .

It seems that everyone has traveled a long distance without a hair being injured, and it seems that all the great monks in the fourteenth realm are in a big dream. When they first wake up, after a little thought about the dream, it becomes blurred.

Everyone is like watching the moon on the shore. Any thought is like a stone, and every thought is like throwing a stone into the water. Ripples in the water will only make the bright moon in the water more blurred.

So all the big monks who were really standing on the top of the mountain were lost in thought, and no one spoke.

With the possible exception of the carefree Bai Yujing Second Headmaster, Lu Chen seemed to be hesitating whether to reminisce with Chen Pingan, and asked how his handwriting was doing now.

The woman in white sitting next to Chen Pingan spoke first, and said with a smile: "A few years ago, when I had nothing to do outside that day, I opened up a site of an ancient battlefield to practice swords. , practice over there, go if you want, go back if you want, the Confucian Temple will not stop you, right, Li Sheng?"

Li Sheng smiled and nodded, "Senior has the final say."

Chen Pingan was terrified when he heard this.

Sure enough, Li Sheng averted his gaze a little, looked at the young man with the sword on his back, and added, "Right, Chen Pingan?"

Chen Pingan had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Mr. Li Sheng has nothing to say."

Lu Chen raised one palm and supported the crooked lotus crown on his head, then he clapped his palms and smiled, admiring, "My hometown is a land of etiquette."

The old master of Donghai smiled and said: "I haven't seen you for a few years, and my skills are good."

The old monk clasped his hands together, Amitabha said, nodded and said: "The root of wisdom, the root of wisdom is what makes it so."

Chen Ping'an is quite helpless, you are all fourteenth realm, so whatever you say counts.

The riverside atmosphere is relaxed.

Sheng Li suddenly bowed to everyone, stood up again, and said with a smile: "The discussion is over, everyone goes back to their homes."

No one opened their mouths to ask anything, but they all seemed to have guessed something. Although the founders of the Three Religions did not show up for this discussion, they were definitely watching everyone behind the scenes.

After "returning to each house", there will probably be a clear result, waiting for everyone.

Li Sheng opened the restriction, Bai Ze stood up and disappeared from the river first.

The old scholar trotted all the way, took Bai Ze's place, sat beside Chen Ping'an, reached out his hand to touch it, and said disappointedly: "This old Mr. Bai Ze, no matter how he is an elder, he didn't even pull a golden bump on the ground."

Lu Chen stood on tiptoe, waved his hand far away and said, "Chen Pingan, see you later, I'll wait for you."

Chen Ping's arrangement was ignored.

The old monk Shenqing seemed to be fighting against Chen Pingan, and said with a smile: "The weather in Dongshan, the wind in the North Sea, the cultivation of wisdom and precepts, and the pharmacist Buddha."

Although Chen Pingan didn't understand anything, he still stood up, clasped his hands together, and respectfully returned the salute to the old monk.

With a gratified smile on his face, Lu Chen nodded to himself and said, "Sure enough, we should get closer to Xiaodao. You don't need to pay attention to these vain etiquette."

On the banks of the long river of time, the last fourteen great monks, like comets, rose from the earth and went to the sky, disappearing in an instant.

Wu Shuangjiang will continue to travel around the wild world, looking for trouble with the old deaf son of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Yu Dou glanced at the sword-backed young man in green shirt earlier, returned to Qingming Tianxia, ​​and continued to sit in Baiyujing.

The dragon slayer who is currently aliased as Chen Zhuoliu intends to find Jing Hao, who has occupied the magpie's nest for 3000 years, and it is time to move the nest to the old owner.

Qinggong Taibao?What Qing Palace?

Nature is his place of cultivation.

If he hadn't decided to slay the dragon back then, there wouldn't be only one White Emperor City in the Haoran world, but there would be a Qingdi City first.

Chen Pingan sat back on the spot.

She turned around, stretched out her hand, clenched her fist, and handed it to Chen Pingan.

Without knowing it, Chen Ping stepped in, stretched out her palm, but she suddenly held it, and said with a smile, "Since it seems like it's just a blink of an eye, even 20 years have passed. Thinking about it this way, the appointment of Jiazi is nothing. Just take a nap at the place where you practice swords, and then don’t take other women out of the sky. If you don’t enter the Ascension Realm by then, please say hello to Li Sheng.”

Chen Pingan sighed and nodded slightly, agreeing to her.

The old scholar gasped, did not look sideways, sat upright like a bell, and said righteously: "The scenery on the other side is extremely beautiful."

She let go and stood up.

Chen Ping stood up and said, "Why do you have to go to Tianwai? You can visit Haoran Tianxia. In the past ten thousand years, you have been in your hometown all the time, and you haven't moved around much."

She blinked, "Stay in Haoran Tianxia? I'm afraid the smell of vinegar is too strong."

Chen Pingan looked embarrassed and shut up immediately.

She looked at Chen Ping'an, saw herself in his eyes, and only him in her own eyes.

She smiled, took a step back, and said softly, "Let's go."

Chen Pingan nodded.

She turned into a rainbow and left, broke the sky, and went straight to the sky.

The next moment, Chen Pingan found himself on the top of a mountain.

The top of Spike Mountain.

There was an old man standing not far away, looking at him with a smile.

Chen Pingan couldn't afford to bow, for the first time, he didn't know what to say.

The old scholar jumped up and said: "How can this be done, how can it be done, the etiquette is too great, I am a closed disciple, no matter how young I am, no matter how diligent I am in my studies, no matter how good my mind and ability are, and no matter how outstanding I am in the world, I still can't afford this job after all. What a great honor..."

Standing aside, Li Sheng couldn't see the old scholar's behavior of being obedient when he got cheap, and said with a smile: "The ceremony is too much? Who was the one who begged for it before?"

The old scholar rubbed his hands together and said, "You don't slap someone in the face when you hit someone, and you don't expose your shortcomings when you scold someone. If Li Sheng doesn't understand these rules, it's not good."

If you are a gentleman, why not ask for what you can ask for.

The old gentleman smiled and said: "Xiu Cai, you disciple, didn't you say you are so handsome?"

Chen Ping straightened up, a little embarrassed.

Immediately, a flash of inspiration appeared, and Chen Pingan's heart was shocked.

Then it makes sense that the great monks of the fourteenth realm gathered at the riverside before, but in the end they didn't even know what to discuss.

The old gentleman hummed, nodded and smiled, "Smart, but smarter than I imagined. That's right. If you don't get enlightened by reading, what do you do with reading?"

The old man smiled and said: "One person is good."

Chen Pingan hesitated, waited for a while, and had no choice but to answer: "Ten thousand people are exciting."

The old man continued to ask: "More learning?"

Chen Pingan replied: "I can do it."

The most holy teacher nodded with a smile, "Very good."