Sword comes

Earlier, the 11 people from the Earthly Branches returned to the inn, and the two small hills, Yuan Huajing and Song Xu, didn't even call for someone to come and resume the game.

Gou Cun, a young man, is happy to be at ease. Anyway, every time he deduces and evolves the battle situation, scrutinizes details, and replays after the event, his brain is not enough, and he can't get in the words, so he just does it.

This Xianjia Inn in Beijing, which has no name, is a bit similar to the snail ashram in the blessed land of Jiang's Yunku, with mountains and rivers that are confusing and overlapping. It may be that the two houses are close to each other, and they are thousands of feet away. Each of the 11 people Occupying a secluded courtyard, there is an extra mystery. The main house is a white jade ashram similar to that of the old monk Liu Jia in the alley. A kind of broken cave sky secret realm.

Gou Cun took the green bamboo walking stick and took a walk in the courtyard.

The female ghost, Gaiyan, is the nominal proprietress of the inn, and she is visiting Han Zhoujin at the moment.

Sui Lin, a five-element qi trainer who can reverse part of time and flow, is refining that priceless piece of ancient god's golden body fragment. In the secret treasure house jointly built by the Ministry of Punishment and Rites, there is no gold of such a high rank. It is really not easy to refine the body fragments, put aside the rest of the practice, and concentrate on this matter, it still takes about a full month of work, but this kind of "hard work", Sui Lin does not think too much.

The little novice monk from the Jingshi Translation Bureau felt that he really ran to a nearby temple to find a merit box and secretly donated money.

Yuan Yingjing Sword Cultivator Yuan Huajing, nicknamed "Yelang", is sitting cross-legged on a futon at this moment. There is no decoration in the room, which looks like a bare house.

Kneeling behind Yuan Huajing was a row of men and women who looked like servants. There were ten of them in total, but each of them was lifeless and lacked a bit of vitality and aura.

After returning to the inn, Yuan Huajing only called Song Xu and his subordinates, and there were no other monks.

After bitter hands came here, I felt a little guilty.

To be honest, he respected that green-clothed sword fairy very much.

Song Xu came here later than Kushou, took off his boots in the corridor, then picked a seat near the door, sat on the floor, and glanced at the ten puppets behind Yuan Huajing.

Even a pure swordsman with excellent qualifications like Song Xu is a little envious of Yuan Huajing's unreasonable good fortune.

In the early years on the battlefield of Dadu, Yuan Huajing beheaded two monks from the Yupu Realm Army Tent Monster Clan with a flying sword. Now these two are sitting behind Yuan Huajing.

In addition, there was a monster clan who was a martial artist at the top of the mountain before his death. He was also on the battlefield of Dali Capital, and the other ten members of the Earthly Branch fully cooperated with Yuan Huajing.

This is the natal supernatural power of Yuan Huajing's natal flying sword "Yelang". Those who are killed by the flying sword will become Yuan Huajing's puppets, and even their souls will be detained.

It's just that the monks and pure warriors who have been reduced to puppets have suffered a lot of damage to their combat power, and their spiritual intelligence is far inferior to when they were alive. In addition, there are many puppets of Qi practitioners who are now at the Longmen level or even the Sea Viewing level. After Yuan Huajing weighed the pros and cons, they all chose to keep them because they each had some kind of uncommon supernatural power. Replace them with higher-level Earth Immortal puppets. Otherwise, after the battle of Banzhou Luchen is over, Yuan Huajing can have two Far Traveling Realm Warriors and eight Earth Immortal Realm servants.

Fighting against each other on the mountain, a Nascent Soul Realm Sword Cultivator can not be afraid of a Jade Pu Realm cultivator, but Yuan Huajing, a Nascent Soul, is now stably killing Yu Pu who is not a sword cultivator.

Yuan Huajing is like a sword cultivator who was born for war. If he is a native sword cultivator of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he will definitely shine with the help of the flying sword "Yelang"'s natal supernatural power.

The rank of this sword is definitely able to rank first in the selection of the Summer Palace.

On the way of practice, during the battles and fights, the guards for him may be great swordsmen like Yue Qing and Mi Hu.

Song Xu looked at Yuan Huajing who seemed to have nothing at all at the moment, and he was so angry that he looked unhappy, and couldn't help calling him by his name, "Yuan Huajing, this is against the rules. The national teacher once made a rule for us. Iron law, only those life and death enemies who have never ceased to die against our Dali court, we can let the bitter hands display this supernatural power! Apart from this, even the king of a country, as long as he is out of selfishness, he is not qualified to use it We kill people with this."

This is the real trump card of their cultivator lineage of the Dali Earthly Branch. There are only a handful of imaginary enemies, the Great Sword Immortal Wei Jin of Fengxue Temple, Qi Zhen, the Heavenly King of the Divine Emperor Sect, the current suzerain of the Realm Realm Sect, Liu Laocheng, a cultivator of the Immortal Realm, and Wei Bo of Piyun Mountain, and Jin Qing of Zhongyue Mountain.

In fact, Song Xu didn't say anything.

After sacrificing this supernatural power, the life span will be greatly reduced.There is an evaluation before, Kushou can only use it three times in his life, and there is only one chance under Yupu Realm, otherwise he will not be able to enter the upper five realms in his lifetime.

Yuan Huajing said calmly: "The national teacher who made the rules for us is no longer here."

Song Xu clenched his fists with both hands and propped them on his knees. With cold eyes, he said in a deep voice, "Yuan Huajing!"

Yuan Huajing said: "I think this Chen Ping'an is the potential enemy of our Dali, and his threat is definitely greater than that of Wei Jin, Qi Zhen, Liu Laocheng and others."

Just as Song Xu was about to refute, Yuan Huajing glanced at the golden branches and jade leaves of the Dali Song family who was born in Tianhuang nobles, and continued: "Your Highness, the Second Prince, I admit that Chen Ping'an is a very disciplined person. Yes, but Song Xu, don’t forget that sometimes, good people do good deeds, and they will violate the laws of the Dali Kingdom. If we don’t have the key to defeat Chen Pingan and Lupo Mountain, it will be a huge hidden danger. We can’t wait until When that day comes, it seems that he is the one who sets the rules for the entire Dali court, and he can kill whoever he wants. In the final analysis, it is still the ten of you. The practice is too slow, and Chen Ping's breakthrough is too fast. "

The female ghost, Gaiyan, is a mountain painter who paints eyebrows on the mountain. She is now in the Jindan realm, and she can already make the scene in Chen Pingan's vision deviate. When she enters the upper five realms, she can even make people "" seeing is believing".

In addition, Gaiyan has a more hidden identity, she is the Yan corpse who is proficient in color refining and can create a romantic tent.

Lu Hui, who was born as a Confucian qi trainer, has the true foundation of the Dao, but he is a "one-character teacher" who is detested by Bai Yujing.

Sui Lin, the master of the Five Elements, can reverse the flow of time and time in the small world. Together with the Buddhist "meditation" magical power of the little novice Houjue, coupled with the formation of Han Zhoujin and others, they can cooperate seamlessly, allowing the earthly branch to take advantage of the time and place Renhe, if he hadn't happened to meet the young hermit who was accustomed to the long river of time, his mind and body would be like a mainstay, as if he could completely let that slender stream of time flow from both sides, and even before that, he could fly away. The sword directly cut off that section of time and water, otherwise it would be inexplicable to lose for ordinary monks in the Jade Raw Realm.

Kushou is also a mirror seller of the legendary "Ten Candidates". This kind of talented monk is extremely rare in Haoran Tianxia.

The most fundamental natal object of Kushou is a water-stopping state, endowed with supernatural powers, mysterious and mysterious, just a word, "either one or the other, the virtual is the real."

Song Xu stared at Yuan Huajing, "Are you really not selfish?!"

Yuan Huajing shook his head, "I dare not."

If you accidentally cross a certain bottom line, you will definitely be targeted by that guy.

Zhengyang Mountain is a lesson from the past.

Regarding the matter of watching the salute on Zhengyang Mountain at Luopo Mountain, and the sword-questioning between Chen Pingan and Liu Xianyang, the 11 members of the Earthly Branches each have their own views, and their admiration and admiration for the method of the hermit official are not the same.

Yuan Huajing's opinion is different from everyone else's. What he fears the most is not Chen Pingan's swordsmanship, boxing skills, multiple identities, or even a series of detailed accumulations of Chen Pingan's dismantling of Zhengyang Mountain. , unite vertically and horizontally, divide and dissolve, and break each other... It's Chen Pingan's forbearance that is different from ordinary people.

Just like a feud that has become a deadlock, a person who harbors a grudge may have a [-]% chance of winning, so he can't help but make a move to please him.

Some people have an [-]% chance of winning, so they will definitely give it a try.More people, if they have a [-]% chance of winning, they are fools if they don't make a move.

But Chen Ping'an was different. It seemed that even if he had a [-]% chance of winning, he was still not in a hurry.

So this time, apart from Song Xu and Kushou, Yuan Huajing did not tell anyone in advance. Yu Yu and Sui Lin were all kept in the dark. , fall short.

Song Xu asked a key question, "This... how will Chen Pingan deal with it?"

Yuan Huajing looked at the bitter hand, and said with a smile: "Of course, it is to make the best use of everything, to help us practice repeatedly and practice until we can firmly win against Chen Pingan."

Chen Ping's learning is mixed, it is simply the best whetstone, swordsmanship, boxing, talisman, carrying a lot of natal objects, coupled with this person's scheming and calculation...

If 11 people can beat Chen Pingan, it means that they are fully qualified to kill an immortal.

Although the 11 people are all Qi practitioners, except for Song Changjing who occasionally taught them a few times, there is also a martial arts instructor who specializes in teaching martial arts. His boxing skills are nothing more than straightforward, ruthless and decisive.

Yuan Huajing seemed to have thought of an interesting thing, and half-jokingly said: "A martial arts master who can fight back and forth with Cao Ci, a master of martial arts who can bear countless fists and kicks of Yuan Zhenye in Zhengyang Mountain , from today onwards, you can help us with fists anytime, anywhere, and temper our physical body. This kind of opportunity is really rare. Even if we are not pure martial arts, the benefits are still not small. If that female martial artist Zhou Haijing can finally become our comrade, Such a great surprise, she will definitely accept it."

Song Xu continued to ask: "Then?!"

Yuan Huajing said: "Then? Can there be any other then? Isn't this a very simple thing? Finally

Let me kill the hidden official with my sword. "

Song Xu shook his head and said: "Absolutely can't act like this! Kushou is not at a high level now, and he has no experience to learn from during the process of refining the mirror. It is the first time that Kushou has taken risks in doing this. An accident happened. Since the national teacher specially made a rule for this with us back then, and we are not allowed to use it casually, he must have known the danger of this matter early on."

Kushou tentatively said: "I want to maintain this 'reality' of the mirror image. In fact, it consumes immortal money every day. Why don't we win that... hidden official one day? In the middle, fall apart?"

Song Xu nodded, "It's feasible, so let's not make extra trouble."

Yuan Huajing shook his head, smiled and said: "I'm not stupid, of course I will cut off all the thoughts and memories of that Chen Ping'an, leaving nothing behind, and the only ones left by my side will be a Nascent Soul Realm Sword Cultivator and a Mountain Top Realm Wu Fu's empty airs. And I can assure you, unless it is absolutely necessary, I will never let 'this person' appear in the world. Only when our earthly branch is in desperate situation, will he be let in, as a fairy hand, to help Flip the situation."

In an instant.

Kushou was in the dark, and unexpectedly heard a warm and mellow voice that could not be expected to kill him, coming from his own heart lake, in the water-stopping environment of his life, which made Kushou pale with horror.

I only heard someone smiling and saying: "Reverse the situation? Satisfy you."

Kushou immediately restrained his spiritual consciousness, stabilized his Dao heart, and turned it into a mustard seed, going to check the ancient mirror of his life.

I never thought that Kushou's soul would suddenly become unstable, he vomited blood, and stretched out his hand to cover his heart, trying to block something, but the water-stopping environment still "cut open" Kushou's heart by itself, and fell to the ground, Gu Jing On the reverse side, there is a circle of ancient seal inscriptions, palindrome poems, "The heart of the heart is square, the heart of the sky is the abbot", "What I see, the mountains turn and the water stops", "Looking at the environment with people, whether it is true or not."

The bitter hand raised one hand, and was about to hold down the ancient mirror that looked like rebellion.

The ancient mirror flipped over, and the mirror was facing upwards, emitting a dazzling light. It jumped out of the sea like a sun, and the bitter hand flew out backwards with a slam, and leaned against the wall slumped.

The person in the mirror is a young man wearing a snow-white robe, with a sword on his back, his face is blurred, he can vaguely see a black Taoist hairpin on his head, a string of snow-white Buddhist beads in his hand, bare feet without shoes, he is smiling, gently He took a deep breath, then raised his hand and wiped the mirror lightly.

The mirror then opened the door, instantly filling the room with sword energy.

The white-robed man with the sword on his back took a step forward, and in the mirror, his figure, which was the size of a mustard seed, suddenly looked like an ordinary person, with a slender figure, a pair of golden eyes, and the hand holding the Buddhist beads behind him. Spread the palm of his left hand and place it horizontally in front of his body, surrounded by five thunders. He stood in the house with a calm demeanor, and smiled: "There is no such thing as happiness or misfortune, but people call on themselves. Good and evil are rewarded like a shadow."

He stomped his feet lightly, and the whole inn was within the small world of the bird caged by the natal flying sword.

"The sergeant has heard the Tao and practiced it diligently. Asking the heart is like visiting immortals in the mountains. When you meet a lonely person suddenly, it is like meeting the heart of the Tao."

This "Chen Ping'an" turned his head to look at the bitter hand sitting against the wall, and smiled. The ancient mirror on the ground was pulled by a ray of true energy, and it was as fast as a flying sword, and it was directly nailed into the heart of the young monk, " I returned it to you, remember to keep it in the future, if there is any future."

The bitter hands were constantly blown to pieces by his own natal object, his neck seemed to be grabbed by someone and pulled out to an exaggerated extent, his limbs twisted involuntarily, and shattered inch by inch.A monk's golden core was forcibly taken out of the small world of the human body, just hovering in front of Kushou's eyes.

And in Chen Ping's vision, the two flying swords of Yuan Huajing and Song Xu seemed to be flying slowly in the air after they were sacrificed, so slow that even a patient "person" like him felt that it was too slow. slow.

He "walked slowly", turned sideways, "passed by" Song Xu's natal flying sword overflowing with golden light, and then came to Yuan Huajing's flying sword "Yelang", letting the flying sword move towards him little by little. "Move" by yourself.

He just squinted at the flying sword, snapped his fingers, and all the buildings and buildings disappeared, as if everything in the world and the colors were swept away, and all the irrelevant line drawing scrolls were removed, leaving only the mental image Eleven painted characters in the picture scroll.

Outside this room, the remaining eight monks from the Earthly Branch line came to this world at the same time, and everyone still maintained their previous postures. knee, looking at the inscription "Zhiyuan".The female ghost Gaiyan was smiling and talking to Han Zhoujin, Han Zhoujin looked a little absent-minded, the little novice Houjue had just returned to the inn, and was walking on the road, raising his foot.Yu Yu lowered his head and leaned forward, as if he was counting something, Sui Lin was still sitting cross-legged, refining the fragments of the god's golden body, Daolu Geling was holding a book in his hand like turning pages...

He bent his index finger, flicked his thumb lightly, and a chess piece manifested, was thrown high, and landed slowly. After the sound of entering the water, a chessboard appeared between heaven and earth.

Then he took Yuan Huajing's flying sword "Yelang" that was slowly approaching in front of him, twitched his fingers, turned the tip of the sword, walked to Yuan Huajing's side, pulled it lightly, and nailed it into the center of the latter's eyebrows, the flying sword The tip directly pierced Yuan Huajing's head, he squinted at Yuan Huajing, shook his head with a smile, and commented: "After all, he is not a pure martial artist, with a physique like paper."

The eight "guest" monks who came back to their senses in an instant had already discovered the tragic state of the dying hand. Yu Yu immediately sacrificed the young sword fairy, bent his knees slightly, and rushed forward in an instant. On the chessboard under his feet, the sword light Rising up into the sky, like prison cages, blocking her way, fortunately, the sword fairy attendant kept pulling out the sword, forcibly cutting through those straight lines of sword light, Yu Yu had no distracting thoughts, she is a monk of the military family, so she must be held back. This inexplicable... inexplicably, Chen Pingan came to trouble them again for a moment before he had a chance to fight back.

He smiled and looked at the little girl who was a monk in the military family. If she is not afraid of death, can she not die?Come to me, will you find it?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the young sword fairy who kept "a little bit of true spirit" and the skin of a sword fairy.

Split it from the middle, and cut it in two.

It's like she's been beating the wall.

Yu Yu, who was already less than ten feet away from that person, suddenly appeared thousands of feet away in a trance, and then no matter how she rushed forward, or even flew backwards, she flew in an arc... In short, she couldn't pull the distance between the two sides Nearly within ten feet.

The world was turned upside down, and Yu Yu's path was full of unimaginable situations twisted by that man.

Daolu Geling sacrificed a mountain-moving technique, smashing at the snow-white figure from all directions, but there were huge mountains and huge mountains in the middle of the air, they were cut and fell to the ground by slender sword lights on the spot, and fell on the chessboard Above, it turns into nothingness.

He suddenly appeared beside Yu Yu, holding her face with one hand.

Yu Yu's body crashed to the ground, but all her soul was pulled out by this person.

He shook his head and said: "After being in the cage for a long time, I can return to nature. I am talking about it, not you."

Seeing Yu Yu's soul being detained in his hand, his pure golden eyes, the golden light flowed slightly, "The world is empty, you are just those dispensable household dust."

Between the words, the mind moved slightly, and silently said the word, "Flowers bloom."

Lu Hui, a Confucian qi trainer, was nailed into his body by dozens of long swords, and he was unable to move, as if a bunch of blood flowers suddenly bloomed in place.

Gui Changyan's ghostly body was divided into countless pieces on the spot by countless criss-crossing sword lights, including the dress, robe, and golden black armor.

The man smiled and said, "This hand-made sword technique was just named Pianyue."

Juvenile Gou Cun had his hands and legs cut off.

Taoist Ge Ling was within a square of the chessboard, surrounded by hundreds of talismans.

The man disappeared, and came behind Sui Lin, "Sword Lock Talisman, it doesn't mean much, don't forget that I am still a pure martial artist."

After one punch, it pierced through the back and chest of this five-element master qi trainer.

Song Xu's natal flying sword was squeezed by the man's two fingers against the tip and hilt of the sword until it broke on the spot.

He shook his wrist lightly, and condensed a long spear with sword energy in his hand, pierced the one-word master Lu Hui from the neck, and released a ball of martial arts energy, provoking the latter with the tip of the spear.

He seemed to be saying to himself, "How?"

The next moment, "Chen Pingan" in a snow-white robe appeared beside him in a green shirt, standing with their backs facing each other, as if the two sides would pass by each other in the next moment.

Without turning his head, he smiled and said, "It's an advantage to have an extra Yeyou sword. Fortunately, I have an extra caged sparrow, so it's even."

He sacrificed the two birds in the cage first, and got the upper hand, and the latter himself, the bird in the cage, could only be outside.In fact, it is equivalent to no more.

Chen Pingan said: "You can stop."

He raised his head slightly, looking at the poor monk who was suspended in the air with the spear in his hand, "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

Chen Pingan said, "I don't think so."

The "Chen Ping'an" next to him, in a sense, was like a demon that should have appeared at the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm, but now it was long overdue, but it was more like a demon who had abandoned all humanity.

I have to admit that he is more like a pure sword repairer than Chen Pingan.

A small world of sparrows in a cage, densely covered with sword energy, mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, without any painted scenes, the world is like snow for thousands of years.

He looked at Yuan Huajing, smiled and said: "Isn't it fun? Like a person who feels that he has done nothing wrong and is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but there is a knock on the door immediately. Then he swears that if he violates his conscience, God Hit five thunders, coincidentally, there will be bursts of thunder. Is this another kind of sincerity and spirit, three feet above the head, still like a god?"

In the sky above Yuan Huajing's head, a majestic thunderbolt crashed down, only to be collided with another thunderbolt that seemed to rise from the human world, from bottom to top, collided and collapsed.

He sighed, "This is very worrying."

For example, in some of his schemes, stealing Yuan Huajing's soul, temporarily turning his back on customers, and adding those ten puppets that he arbitrarily controlled.There can be many hidden methods like this.

But Chen Pingan could guess it all, and knew it.

I and I are each other's bitter hands.

Or he came too fast, otherwise he could slowly refine the 11 people in Dali, which is equivalent to making up the twelve earthly branches by one person!

During this period, he can disassemble, learn, and master all kinds of supernatural powers and spells of the other 11 members of the earthly branch one by one, and finally use them all for his own use.

But it doesn't matter, there is no good thing in the world to take advantage of, too much is too late.

He smiled and asked: "Our husband likes to put his hands together when he meets a monk, and in that Taoist temple, he will fight with others. Do you think this will affect Mr. Qi's mentality when he was young?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Yes."

He asked again: "Then why didn't you make it clear to Pei Qian that she received a gift from the lineage of the female sword fairy Zhou Cheng back then, so Zhou Cheng would have no regrets when he left on the battlefield later. This is It’s a good thing, why can’t it be said? Maybe it will be much faster for Pei Qian to become a sword cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, and it will only be more secure.”

Chen Ping smiled and said, "I just realized that I was chatting with people, and it turned out to be really annoying."

He put away the spear in his hand, and Lu Hui, who was picked up in the air, fell to the ground, dying, lying in a pool of blood.

Song Xu looked at Houjue who seemed to be the only one who was relatively safe and sound, feeling desperate.

If the other Chen Pingan chooses to take the lead in beheading the little novice from the Translation Bureau, it means there is still room for maneuver.

Because Sui Lin turned back a short period of time afterwards, without the support of the Buddhist magical powers of hindsight, everyone would lose their memories.

But the current situation of everyone means that there are either 11 people or all of them will die.Or at least that little novice will die.

Yu Yu looked at her friends and colleagues who were so miserable, her face was full of tears, and she said angrily: "Yuan Huajing, Song Xu, what's going on?!"

The snow-white Chen Pingan said, "The more people can empathize with the heart-piercing suffering in the world, the harder it will be to live."

Chen Pingan said: "Since I have already arrived, where can you escape to?"

He took a few steps back, covered his sleeves with both hands, turned around and looked at Chen Pingan, remained silent for a moment, and sneered, "Poor."

Chen Pingan remained silent.

For the first time, he spoke from his heart: "Chen Pingan, have you ever thought that the person she has been waiting for is actually me, not you?"

Chen Ping turned his head and looked at himself. In fact, he can't be completely regarded as a demon, not like, he is himself, but incomplete.

He wrapped his arms around his sleeves, looked towards the sky, squinted his eyes and murmured: "I am more suitable than you. The further back, the more suitable."

He slowly stretched out a hand, and beside the two of them, a light appeared, like a star hanging in the sky, and then a bright sword light flashed by, the light was pulled by the sword energy, and followed the sword light.

He looked at Chen Ping'an with a smile, and said in his heart: "Actually, you know very well. This is why Mr. Qi told her not to attack easily. He neither taught you any superior swordsmanship, nor did he protect you too much. A wisp of sword energy is really of much use in our cultivation path? A little bit, but looking back, it can’t affect the overall trend of any one thread. Qidunshan, whether you kill that monster or not, there is still A Liang Watching from the side, at the mouth of the well, whether you kill Cui Dongshan at the bottom of the well, in the long run, it doesn't matter."

He shook his head and said to himself, "It's surprising that she actually kept her promise."

Chen Pingan said: "Don't forget, you are not human."

He showed a smiling face and complained: "There is no one who scolds yourself like that."

In fact, he can say harsh words, for example, I know all about you, but you, Chen Pingan, can't understand me now, be careful to push me into a hurry, so we both should stop being sword cultivators. Environment, the natal object belonging to the five elements, first break more than half of it and then say...

It just doesn't make sense.

Isn't it because this guy doesn't care about hacking himself to death, he just doesn't care about the cost, and doesn't care about the consequences.The most hateful thing, this guy's biggest reliance is not that the old scholar and Ning Yao are nearby, but that "I" will sincerely believe that even if the avenue is temporarily cut off, the big deal is that someone interrupted the Changsheng Bridge when he was young, and he can start all over again.

Chen Ping sneered and said, "This is my biggest reliance, why do you despise yourself so much?"

He sighed, smiled brightly, and raised a hand, "Then say goodbye? See you later?"

It's a pity that even after some chatting and deliberately arranging this scene earlier, this self who came in a hurry could not show a new trace of divinity, so there was no way to take advantage of it.

Otherwise, who is the Chen Pingan who really went out would be a matter of debate.At that time, it is nothing more than finding a suitable time, the sword will open the sky, quietly travel far away, and meet her at the ancient sword refining place.

Chen Ping just nodded with narrowed eyes.

He looked around and curled his lips, "If you lose, you come early and your hands are tied, otherwise it will be more than enough to beat you."

He looked at the female ghost, and said with a smile: "Do you dare to take advantage of it in the future?"

Gaiyan just glanced at those golden eyes, and she almost collapsed on the spot, and didn't dare to say a word.

The existence beside Chen Pingan seemed to have no emotion whatever he said or did, no matter whether he was smiling or not. In the eternal tomb, the corpse that was casually picked up by that existence.

He withdrew his gaze, and his whole body was like a piece of pure glass, which began to shatter and dissipate, but for this small world, it did not increase or decrease at all. His eyes were deep, and the golden light flowed like stars. He just looked at Chen Pingan and said He said the last sentence, "Great freedom is to make yourself not free, but I can figure it out."

The small world created by a handful of sparrows in a cage dissipated together with Chen Pingan in white.

Chen Pingan was expressionless. He was not in a hurry to put away his caged sparrow and Jing Zhongyue. Instead, he used the caged sparrow to immediately narrow the scope of the world, just to include the place where the white clothes disappeared, and then reminded Sui Lin: " You can reverse this short period of time and river. My flying sword will help you protect the road, open the way all the way, and let everyone go back to the previous alley."

Generally speaking, that "self" can take the opportunity to separate a part or even a mind, and hide in the long river of time, for example, it may be somewhere in the small world of Kushou's ancient mirror, or it may be the mind of a certain monk, Among the souls, it may even be on a certain robe, treasure armor, or somewhere in the inn. In short, there are countless possibilities.But that "self" didn't dare, because Chen Ping'an would ask Mr. Li to investigate the matter himself after returning to the Confucian Temple.Once caught out, the fate can be imagined.

If I want it, that guy will definitely want it. It seems superfluous, but in fact it is not. No matter what, Chen Pingan will do it no matter whether that guy has left behind or not. I have to trouble Li Sheng to check the time himself. It is actually very difficult to be yourself, but it is very easy to deceive yourself.

Sui Lin asked in a trembling voice: "Mr. Chen, what should we do with our memory?"

Chen Ping sneered and said: "Everyone is full and has nothing to do, so let's save it for dinner, and have a better memory in the future!"

After Sui Lin teamed up with the little novice, he felt that after reversing the long river of time, they returned to their respective places in an instant.

Only Chen Ping'an was still standing in Yuan Huajing's room.

The little novice immediately clasped his hands together, and silently recited the blessing of the Buddha three times, "Donate some merit money later, do what you say, and borrow if you have no money."

In the alley, Han Zhoujin, Ge Ling, and Sui Lin appeared out of nowhere. After Sui Lin made this move, he fell to the ground and was helped up by Ge Ling.

One by one immediately return to the inn.

Wearing a green shirt, standing in the corridor outside the door of that room with his hands covered in sleeves.

Except for Sui Lin who was still unconscious and was supported by someone, the others were all standing in the courtyard below the steps.

Yuan Huajing looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, but the sweat on his forehead revealed the extremely unstable Dao heart of this Yuanyingjing swordsman.

Song Xu had been crushed by that Chen Pingan before, although the time had turned and the flying sword was fine, but the sword repairing the heart of the sword was severely injured, and now it is sluggish.

Now, when Kushou sees Chen Ping'an, it doesn't matter who it is, anyway, he can't help but feel his heart tremble.

The boy Gou Cun looked at Chen Pingan's eyes, which changed from awe to fear.

The female ghost Gaiyan averted her eyes directly, not looking at the hidden official at all.

Yu Yu folded her arms around her chest, the girl was not ordinary, she was a little bit complacent, look, we were cut into a pot, chopped melons and vegetables.

Chen Pingan almost couldn't hold back, and rewarded each person with a punch on the spot, took a deep breath, and said, "Wake Sui Lin up."

Ge Ling and Lu Hui on both sides of Sui Lin immediately followed suit.

Sui Lin woke up leisurely. Just as he was about to clasp his fists with the hidden official to thank him, Chen Ping'an had already stretched out his hand. Sui Lin, who was pale and colorless, asked cautiously, "Mr. Chen?"

Chen Pingan said: "Since you guys don't need to go to the wild world, you can bring those few sword lock symbols for whatever you want."

Sui Lin quickly took out the stack of golden talisman papers from his sleeve, pushed it lightly, and floated towards the young hermit official.

Chen Ping took the talisman and looked at everyone.

One by one was silent.

It was Lu Hui, a scholar who knew scholars best, and said with a smile, "Borrowed. It was lent to Mr. Chen."

Chen Ping put it in his sleeve and disappeared in a flash.

Everyone was relieved, and several of them just sat down on the ground.

Just as Song Xu was about to speak, Yuan Huajing showed a tired look, and said firstly: "This matter is handed over to the Ministry of Rites for recording, it is all my fault, and has nothing to do with hard work."

Chen Pingan appeared at the entrance of the alley, glanced at the library, and sighed, Brother, if you continue to do this, it will be really annoying.

I walked all the way to the entrance of the inn, but the more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, I immediately turned around and went to the alley, and went back to the Xianjia Inn. Except for Gou Cun and the little novice, none of the other nine were left behind, and all of them were killed. Chen Ping fell to the ground.