Sword of Coming

Chapter 1238: Mountains and seas are moving like magic

The bright moon rises over the sea.

The word "生" is really wonderful and has an endless aftertaste.

Even if a swordsman uses the method of traveling in the spirit, no matter how fast he wields his sword, he will definitely not be able to compare with the Three Mountain Talisman that casually crosses continents, nor can he compare with that night sailing ship.

An ethereal Dharma image passed by thousands of islands in the sea. On the sea, the majestic sword energy broke through countless clouds, and the green shadow opened up extremely long roads in the clouds.

Occasionally, the water descendant looked up in fear and saw the green sword light flashing away, flickering on and off. After a moment, there was a series of deafening thunder, resounding across the lonely sea and sky.

Occasionally, the sword fairy lowered his sword, and his sword energy cut through the waves. He passed by a certain isolated island overseas, and the green mountains tilted to one side, making a rustling sound.

Passing by an unknown fairy mansion on the sea, there are rows of gorgeous buildings and bright lights.

The cyan figure that was about to hit the island in a straight line was instantly divided into dozens of sword lights, high and low, just around the ancestral mountain.

The dazzling sword light separated by the mountains dragged out dazzling tracks in the air, filled with brilliance, and condensed into a line on the sea more than a hundred miles away.

In the gap between adjusting his breath and breathing, he slowed down the sword light, and Chen Ping'an appeared, drawing a half arc. His green shirt fell on the sea, and he walked on the waves with long strides, his sleeves fluttering, filled with the sea breeze.

If you want to encounter a ferry boat or a Qi practitioner traveling in the vast sea, it is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Tonight, Chen Pingan actually met someone. This person drove a talisman boat and slowly followed a mysterious cloud shining under the moon. The young monk threw his pole into the sea of ​​clouds.

Chen Ping'an stopped at the edge of the colorful sea of ​​clouds. The leisurely young fishing man raised his eyes and asked in Nan Posuo's elegant words: "Who is it?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said in the most authentic Nazhou Yayan: "A land immortal who goes to sea to visit immortals."

The young man twists his wrist, draws the rod and scatters the bait, ripples appear in the sea of ​​colorful clouds. He pulls back the fishing line, rubs a piece of secret bait on the hook again, and throws the rod once, whistling into the wind, the tiny golden fishing line becomes undetectable. , more than a hundred feet long, the young man smiled and said, "A fellow man?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "This master of the Tao is not weaker than others."

The young man laughed dumbly and did not speak a word, while the strange man in green shirt who looked suspicious just stood there, his figure drifting with the clouds, and looked at him very patiently for half an hour.

The young man had no choice but to say: "You may not catch a fish even if you sit there for decades. If you wait for me to catch a colorful crested fish before leaving, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Chen Ping'an raised his chin and asked, "Show me the fish basket?"

A bamboo fish basket was hung on the bow of the boat and submerged in the clouds. The quality is good and he is clearly the Dragon King on the mountain.

The young man smiled and said: "Seeing that there is no one around, you are sure that I have no protector. Are you trying to deceive me into not being a high-level person and plan to kill people and gain goods?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist, are you from Dahanshui in Nanbosu Continent?"

The young man with an ancient jade seal hanging on his waist frowned and said nothing. Did this person come prepared? Want both the Dragon King Basket and this ancestral token? Today's wild cultivators at sea have a big appetite.

It couldn't be that he had bumped into a wild remnant hiding in the sea, right?

Very good, the little fish won't eat the big fish, so let me weigh this person's weight.

Long Cheng, the founder of Da Lang Shui, was also the master of this young man. He once obtained an ancient stone box protected by a **** in Lang Shui. There were five seals in the box. Long Cheng only left one jade seal and gave away the rest. To the Confucian Temple. Long Cheng carefully refined the jade seal for three hundred years, and it became the sect's treasure of Da Langshui. It can almost be regarded as a token of the sect master. Now it is hanging on the young monk's waist.

The young man put away his fishing rod, stood up, and announced his identity: "Liu Xiang, a member of the Damanshui Caizhi Mansion. Please tell me the name of my fellow Taoist, and teach you the tradition."

Chen Pingan waved his hand to indicate that he had no intention of discussing Taoism, and said with a smile: "I am very familiar with Yuan Qingshu."

The young man smiled and asked, "Are Master Yuan familiar with you?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It's familiar."

Liu Xiang narrowed his eyes and said, "Why don't you just say that there is a sign hanging above your shop that says, 'The world here should know that I, Yuan Qingshu, am the Sword Immortal'?"

I never thought that the guy was very shameless, so he nodded and said: "Fellow Taoist helped me say what I originally wanted to say."

Fortunately, Liu Xiang is not weak at cultivating qi, otherwise he would really curse. I was fishing in the South China Sea, which is far away from Aquarius Continent. When I met a passerby, I said that I was the last hidden official of the Great Sword Qi Wall? !

Do you think Shan Zeye Xiu is stupid because he wants to make money, or do you think I, Liu Xiang, am stupid?

Chen Ping'an said: "Li Cai once returned a broken sword-raising gourd to Dawangshui."

Liu Xiang was shocked and confused. How did this guy know such secrets?

Da Yunshui has a total of five channels, and it was Uncle Yuan who opened up the line of sword cultivation. The relic was indeed given to Da Yunshui Chuiluo Mansion by Li Jianxian of Duckweed Sword Lake.

Chen Ping'an said: "Yuan Jianxian is fond of wine. He once joked with Gao Kui at the top of the city that he used a sword gourd to store wine, and used the name of a big demon to make wine and food. The taste is endless and the most delicious."

Liu Xiang asked: "Who are you?!"

Damn it, if you were really that young hidden official, I would take your last name!

In short, Liu Xiang just didn't believe that the man in green shirt in front of him happened to be the Chen Jianxian he had been longing for. How could there be such a coincidence in the world.

Besides, Li Cai and other Sword Immortals who have visited Dayangshui one after another over the years all said that the new hidden official who first revealed his identity at Chunbanzhai in Hanging Mountain was so murderous that he almost killed his own people. Zai... On this point, Liu Xiang verified the statements of some cross-continental ferry stewards and ship owners through various mountain rumors and gossip. The young hidden official was indeed vigorous and resolute. He once closed the door and killed people if he disagreed.

The most important thing is that they all swore that the young swordsman was not ordinary handsome, with a jade tree facing the wind, and outsiders would be able to recognize his unusualness at a glance.

Liu Xiang looked carefully. The man in front of him had a hosta on his head. He wore a blue shirt, a long coat and cloth shoes. In terms of appearance... he could only be regarded as Zhou Zheng, but in terms of bearing... I was so stupid. I stood there and watched him fishing for half an hour. He must not be Chen Ping'an!

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "My Taoist friends are vulgar, aren't they? People should not be judged by their appearance."

Liu Xiang held it in for a long time and asked tentatively, "Fellow Taoist, did you use a blind trick and use the Immortal Disguise Technique?"

Chen Pingan was choked for words.

If you're not a swordsman, it's just difficult to talk to.

After all, Liu Xiang was feeling lucky and wanted to chat for a few words, but he saw the man in green shirt wave his sleeves. In an instant, a sea of ​​colorful clouds surged violently, and several fish jumped out of the clouds on their own and jumped into the talisman boat.

The next moment, Qingshan's figure was no longer visible, and a lingering voice lingered in Liu Xiang's ears, "When my fellow Taoist returned home, he just said that he caught it himself, so he didn't need to spend money to buy it from Nanhai Fish Market."

Liu Xiang was stunned. Although he still couldn't determine the identity of the other party, it was definitely true that they were "people of the same mind."

Then at the border of the South China Sea and the East China Sea, Chen Pingan suddenly stopped and looked down at the bright moon in the sea. There was an old Taoist priest in purple clothes and a gourd on his back, rising slowly from the bright moon.

It was a phantom that Yu Xuan used his magical power to appear in the world.

Chen Ping'an said, "This junior has met Mr. Yu."

Yu Xuan smiled and returned the bow, "Fellow Daoist Chen, there is no need to be more polite."

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Are you worried that the younger generation will mislead the younger generation?"

Yu Xuan waved his hands and said: "How is that possible? The poor Taoist's vision of people and the preaching skills of fellow Taoists are the best in the world."

That's what he said, but after all, it was a bit shocking for an immortal to dare to talk about the method of ascension. At that time, Bai Jing almost mistakenly thought that his mountain master was drunk and talking drunkenly.

Naturally, Yu Xuan was still a little worried.

Walking hand in hand on the sea covered with moonlight like snow-white fish scales, knowing what the old man was worried about, Chen Pingan carefully considered every word and said slowly: "In this closed-door practice, the real years that Taoist Ding needs to spend are short. Ten years, up to a hundred years.”

Yu Xuan twirled his beard silently. You have to figure it out.

With Taoist Ding's monastic qualifications, it is not impossible for him to achieve enlightenment and ascend within two to three hundred years.

Chen Pingan thought to himself and said: "It's not that it can't take longer, but it's meaningless."

Yu Xuan finally couldn't help but asked: "What should I say?"

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Don't they say that one age in the mountains means a thousand years in the world? How can the age of a Taoist be compared with the age of a layman at the foot of the mountain?"

Yu Xuan became nervous and said tentatively: "Fellow Daoist Chen, Taoist Ding is the best young man in Pindao's sect. Even if the jade is not polished and cannot be used, you still have to have some restraint, right? Why don't you reveal the details to Pindao, a bystander? So-called 'False years', how many years are there?"

Chen Ping'an just gave a vague answer, "It could be as short as 10,000 years, or as long as 100 million years."

Yu Xuan's face was full of astonishment.

Half true and half false.

Really, this method of Fellow Daoist Chen is really unbelievable, ingenious, and something no one has ever thought of. No matter what, I am still worried that Taoist Ding will drift with the tide in the long river of time and waste too much time, and his Taoist heart will not be able to survive it.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Those who see the true self in chaos can attain enlightenment outside the Tao and ascend."

Yu Xuan asked: "Can you explain it carefully?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It's not that I don't want to, but I really can't."

Yu Xuan reached out and grabbed Chen Ping'an's arm, "We haven't seen each other for a few days, but Fellow Daoist Chen has already become estranged. Didn't we talk sincerely at the top of Ji Ling Peak?"

Fellow Daoist Chen, you still owe me five hundred gold coins and copper coins. It's rare for a poor Taoist to visit Haoran. If we don't discuss it, how about a total?

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "From now on, I will regularly inform the seniors about the progress of Taoist Ding's practice, exactly as it is."

Yu Xuan nodded and said: "That's fine. From time to time, there will be a surprise, which is more worth looking forward to than a one-time deal."

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and gave an obscure so-called answer, "The ascension method I have figured out must first seek self-realization from within, then build a bridge of immortality, and finally seek the Tao from the outside."

Yu Xuan chewed for a while and said, "Just hearing this, my trip is worth it."

Chen Pingan began to change the topic and asked: "Senior is here, do you have anything else to say?"

Yu Xuan grunted and pointed into the distance, "I made a temporary fortune telling that there will be a reunion in the near future. It can be related to you, of course, it can have nothing to do with it, it depends on whether you are willing to wade into troubled waters."

Chen Ping'an guessed the general reason and made a decision in his mind, so he asked a digression, "Why is there never a mountain **** sitting in the Quanjiao Mountain in Fuyaozhou? Whether it is an orthodox one from the imperial court or a heroic spirit who built his own temple for obscenity It seems like it has never happened before in history.”

Yu Xuan hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "There are hundreds of spirits walking around the mountains and rivers, either gods or immortals. Living in the mountains and practicing magical powers or immortal methods, there are always those who like purity."

The old man put away the illusion of the moon, while Chen Pingan continued to travel on the sea with his sword.

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Several serious Taoist priests worked together as free masters in Tiaoyu Mountain, helping the eight Taoist monks carefully selected from the Great Li Dynasty to teach some simple Taoist methods that did not involve the sect's secrets or violate the taboos on the mountain. In fact, it is not a difficult task, and these four Taoist priests, who have the same ancestor but different sects, see each other every day when they look up and look down. Over time, they naturally become more familiar with each other.

It is also in Tiaoyu Mountain, where the boxing is taught in the martial arts arena, and the preaching place here is in an empty hall. There are several futons on the ground. It is said that they were bought with a lot of money from Sanlang Temple in Luzhou, Beiju. have to.

Bai Feng and the others all told about their situation, but Xiang Tong refused to say another word.

At that time, even Xue Zhisui, the highest-ranking and senior Heavenly Lord, made no bones about it, saying that he was led by Master Chen into a nine-story glazed pagoda with an extra broom in his hand, and they would sweep the tower together every day. Xue Zhisui started from the bottom, and Chen Pingan started from the top. Whenever Xue Zhisui chose to sweep from the top floor, Chen Pingan would sweep from the first floor.

Today, Liang Chaoguan asked again. Xiangtong really annoyed them, so he squeezed out two words from between his teeth, "Wandering around."

It's not that Xiangtong is being pretentious, it's really the past that he can't bear to look back on. Every time he thinks of it, Xiangtong can't help but shed a handful of bitter tears for himself.

It turned out that because of his high level, strange methods, and unclear thinking, he had to drag Xiangtong through thousands of mountains and rivers, and spent about an illusory hundred years. The man surnamed Chen always likes to give him difficult problems, causing him to lose his Taoist skills and no spiritual energy flowing between heaven and earth, but he forces him to be a beggar on the run, forcing him to rely on his ability to rely on a broken bowl. Only the wealthy gentry who are on the richest side can pass the test. I have worked as a fast-moving subordinate in the county government for many years. I rely on a little "ancestral" three-legged cat handle technique to arrest those gangsters who fly over the walls and suppress water bandits every day. I was almost hacked to death with a knife several times.

The emperor's roll call in the capital announced the good news. I was an errand boy begging for a few rewards from the new scholars. I finally relied on my smart legs and knew how to jump over walls and take shortcuts. After getting the money, I might have to be blocked in the alley by a few colleagues. After a few punches and kicks, the guy would jump out and say a few disgusting words like "In broad daylight, under the emperor's feet, don't be arrogant." This scared those **** away, and then he would cross his arms and lean against the wall. , smiling as he looked at himself with a bruised nose and swollen face, he staggered to his feet.

Chen Ping'an even asked him to do the job of smashing rocks into his chest in busy thoroughfares or water transport terminals. He raised his arms high and smashed them down with a hammer, which made his chest feel tight and stars in his eyes. There was a burst of noisy cheers. In the middle, the guy had already started shouting loudly and selling Dali Pills.

Occasionally, there are some leisurely mountain walks. The guy said that he combines work and rest, fearing that his Taoist heart will collapse and he will not be able to deal with fellow Taoists in the future.

Together we wore straw sandals and carried baskets into the mountains to collect herbs, and stopped by to visit immortals and enjoy the scenery. The guy was full of nonsense and made some nonsense that did not understand allusions and did not follow the rhythm of the common and oblique rhymes. He said that the king was a poet but the guest was a guest, and the prime minister was Bo Wufu. Only Dr. Chen can understand the pity of the fragrant children.

He also took over a boot shop that was in a sluggish business in the capital of the country. How did Xiangtong know this? He was naturally blinded. Finally, under the guidance of Chen, Xiangtong sold a roster of officials by the way. Really making money. Xiangtong also worked as a silversmith who cheated and cheated. Not only was his business experience full of copper odor, but Xiangtong, who thought he had some bottom line as a human being, was about to fall out with that guy.

However, they also opened a prosperous incense and candle shop outside a certain temple.

He doesn't make money or lose money. Xiangtong is neither busy nor idle every day, he just feels calm.

Liang Chaoguan saw that Xiangtong, who was known to be arrogant and arrogant, was acting like a gourd again, and wondered: "Xiangtong, since you hate Shanzhu Chen so much, why do you still stay? If you leave, wouldn't you be invisible? Not worried."

Xiangtong was silent for a moment and said dullly: "Stay here and sharpen your Taoist heart."

Liang Chaoguan patted Xiangtong on the shoulder, laughed and said: "Face the difficulties and rise to the top!"

Xiangtong glanced sideways at Liang Chaoguan, who was getting close to him, and the latter retracted his palm angrily.

Xiangtong then asked: "What is the approximate level of the qualifications of these children among the youngest generation of Taoist priests in our Taofu Mountain?"

Bai Feng intertwined her hands and fingers, straightened her waist, and stretched out a lot. She was really too lazy to answer such an idiotic but charming question.

Liang Chaoguan smiled and said: "After all, they are the immortal seedlings selected by the Song family of Dali with the efforts of the whole country. It is not difficult to switch to our side and become the direct disciples of the members of the Ancestral Master Hall of each peak. One or two have the best qualifications. , no matter how lucky you are, if you fall into the eyes of a certain ancestor, become a disciple, and practice Taoism for hundreds of years, you might become the second best Lu Biyu in the Feixian Palace of a certain peak?"

Lubiyu was helpless.

Although he was in Feixian Palace, Liang Chaoguan was at Yihoufeng in Taofu Mountain, his ancestral home. There were four sects in one mountain and countless Taoist priests. Before coming to Luolu Mountain, he had never met this immortal Yihoufeng who was extremely destined to be immortal. Any intersection, but Liang Chaoguan has long been heard of, after all, he is a Taoist genius who went to Yunmeng Cave to practice based on his true ability. In addition to practicing Taoism, according to the sect's internal newspapers and some rumors, Liang Chaoguan was a very serious Taoist priest who practiced both talismans and swords. He didn't seem to be so arrogant in his words.

The girl in the mink hat checked the Taoist progress of those little melons. She looked unhappy, frowned, and was not very satisfied. She clearly taught the Taoist formulas seriously and explained every step carefully. Why is there still nothing? He was bumping around like a fly on his head and just yelling a few words, but it showed that his preaching ability was not good enough. Xie Gou then tried to encourage a few words, intending to let a certain ordinary priest teach it several times according to the outline he had drawn up. A fool teaches Stupid man, maybe a negative can make a positive, and it will have a miraculous effect?

Xie Gou glanced at Bai Feng's chest. The girl in the mink hat said nothing, just shook her head, sighed, and left.

Liang Chaoguan lowered his voice and asked, "Miss Xie, what do you mean?"

Lubiyu would not dare to express an opinion on such an issue.

Xiangtong said honestly: "I find it too cumbersome."

Lu Biyu said: "Miss Xie is not simple."

Liang Chaoguan echoed: "It's unpredictable."

Bai Feng sneered: "Drink the wine to understand."

Xiangtong, who was born in Hebei Peak, has the highest realm, and actually has the highest vision. He hesitated to speak, but still did not express his guess.

Xie Gou, who has a girlish appearance, is most likely a swordsman whose swordsmanship is far superior to Mi Yu's.

Xiangtong believed that this second-in-command of Luolu Mountain had cut down the old throne.

I heard that she also has a Taoist companion named "Xiao Mo". If nothing else, he will also be a swordsman.

Liang Chaoguan held the back of his head with both hands and sighed, "I really don't know how Mr. Chen gathered them together."

Except for the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, all continents are either nominally one-continent Taoist masters like Tianjun Qizhen and Xie Shi, or mountain leaders like Jing Hao, with unlimited glory.

But if we really want to calculate the size of the territory, the territory of the four seas beyond the Nine Continents is so vast that it is far from being comparable to the land, mountains and rivers of a certain continent.

In addition to the powerful Mrs. Dandan who is in charge of land and water transportation, there are also the new kings of the Four Seas, the True Dragon King Zhu of the East China Sea, Li Yehou of the South China Sea "Bright Moon", Liu Rouxi of the West Sea Biyuan, and Wei Chuanting of the North Sea "Hongyun".

The underwater mansion of Lord Donghai.

Recently, purple air has risen in the mansion, and the atmosphere is majestic, forming a huge whirlpool on the sea. The subordinates and generals of Shuifu have to patrol everywhere to enforce martial law. Unless they hold a special ultimatum issued by the inspection department, no one can approach.

Nowadays, there are twenty-four divisions under the jurisdiction of Shuifu, scattered all over the place, like the imperial city of a secular dynasty, occupying thousands of miles of territory, guarding this "palace city" in the middle.

Outside the nine-foot-tall vermilion-lacquered gate, in the blue-green jade square, an old man in green shirt appeared out of thin air with his hands behind his back. "It's so magnificent and magnificent, it's very intimidating."

A golden-armored general holding an iron spear lightly poked the ground with the bottom of the spear and asked in a deep voice: "Who is coming? Please identify yourself quickly!"

The old man ignored it and just looked up at the high and low plaques.

Another high-ranking divine general from Shuifu came to the door, followed by a group of elite soldiers with clanging iron armor.

The uninvited guest who didn't know how to cross the many passes still didn't look at the water palace priests and soldiers.

The **** general stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife and reminded: "It is a serious crime to break into the water house without permission."

The old man looked away, bored, yawned, and said with a smile: "I have to suppress my realm to avoid scaring you to death. It's very hard."

The Saber God General took a step forward, "You are still trying to be mysterious. If you don't tell me your name, don't blame me for taking you to the water prison."

The old man in green shirt said: "Okay, I have nothing to talk to you. Let Wang Zhu get out and see his old friend."

The **** general was about to activate the Shuifu Formation and mobilize one of the water veins to hit this old guy who spoke freely.

As a result, the high-ranking **** general was horrified to find that the water vein belonging to one of the water palace formations was completely uncontrollable.

The old man thought to himself and said: "That's right, how dare she show up in front of me."

"A torrential rain spread to the whole world, and there were many rainwaters. The little girl was lucky, allowing her to take the lead and break through. Indeed, compared with luck, compared with this evil dragon who survived the disaster, Li Yehou A few are not dominant.”

"So she is even more afraid to see me."

A goddess from the Ceremony Department hurried over, her expression respectful, but she hesitated to speak.

How to address each other is really difficult.

The person coming is Chen Qingliu, the man who killed the dragon!

The old man said: "Hey, finally someone who is not blind appears."

The chief officer of the Etiquette Department gave a blessing and said, "I have met Chen Xianjun."

Chen Qingliu nodded and said with a smile: "Wang Zhu has made up his mind not to go out to entertain guests?"

The female officer looked embarrassed.

Just now King Zhu of Shui made a decree, which roughly means to thank guests behind closed doors today.

Chen Qingliu sneered, "You must be scared to death."

Some Shuifu generals who wanted to humiliate their ministers would still fight him even if they had guessed the identity of the old man in green shirt.

Chen Qingliu moved forward, and together with the female official of the Department of Ceremony, a group of water palace divine generals and soldiers could not help themselves. No matter how hard they struggled, they still had to kneel on the ground to use their magical powers.

Like the way of heaven slowly pressing down on the top, they could not help but stand.

Every step Chen Qingliu took.

In a main hall of Shui Mansion, Shui Lord Zhu, who was sitting on the dragon chair, had a distorted face and was pale and colorless. His hands that were tightly covering the handle of the chair began to tremble.

When Chen Qingliu entered the Water Mansion and got closer and closer to the main hall, Wang Zhu, who had already reached the fourteenth realm, still did not dare to even think about leaving the dragon chair.

When Chen Qingliu was strolling in the courtyard, he came outside the threshold of the main hall.

In the main hall, there was no longer the human form of King Zhu of the Fourteenth Realm, but a huge snow-white dragon entrenched himself.

The huge body of a real dragon, even if it tried its best to curl up, still occupied half of the wide and deep hall.

Chen Qingliu still had his hands behind his back, his expression was as usual, but there was a bit more sarcasm in his eyes. He raised one foot, stepped on the threshold, and said: "A little stronger than before, I just hid, not ran."

The giant snow-white dragon slowly raised its head more than ten feet high. It was just such a small movement, as if all its energy and power had been consumed.

It's staring at that...butcher!

A blood feud, nothing more than that.

Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "Are you desperate? You are already in the fourteenth realm, but after seeing me, you find it so difficult to even raise your head? After a slim hope is shattered, it is probably true despair."

Wang Zhu was confused, but he maintained his true spirit, and said hoarsely: "If you kill me, you will also fall!"

Confucian temple rules? It is destined to be unable to stop this dragon-slaying man.

And Wang Zhu will never go to the Confucian Temple to beg for mercy.

Chen Qingliu sneered and said: "Today's world is different from the past. Is there still a shortage of true dragons? If you kill one Wang Zhu, there will naturally be a second one to fill it, and some people will be busy."

Three thousand years ago, in the battle of slaying a dragon, there was no true dragon in the world. A Lizhu Cave was created out of thin air.

Chen Qingliu retired after his success and disappeared without a trace. But even if he never shows up again, in the past three thousand years, there is still no dragon species in the world that dares to cross the thunder pond.

"I was just passing by and came here to be a guest, but what you said didn't make sense."

Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "Then take your head and try to polish the edge of the long sword that has been used for three thousand years?"

This snow-white true dragon's golden eyes showed obvious hesitation, and its two dragon whiskers slowly swayed, creating bursts of pure golden light.

Chen Qingliu has an unknown Taoist name, "Qingzhu".

This dragon-slaying man possesses a more concealed single-character flying sword. But it was not like this from the beginning, but the sword cultivator cultivated the sword through battle, tempered the sword edge, and polished it bit by bit.

Feijian's natal magical power is just one word.

cut.

Chen Qingliu stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The endless sea water in Shui Mansion dried up in an instant, and finally condensed into a long blue sword.

Standing up the long sword, Chen Qingliu put his fingers together and flicked it lightly, causing the sword body to vibrate and tremble.

Wang Zhu was already very reluctant to resist the aura that was like the pressure of heaven. However, she absolutely refused to kill him by the neck. She raised a claw and pressed **** the ground of the hall.

Chen Qingliu shook his head, "You guys from the New Fourteenth Realm are simply incredibly weak."

Wang Zhu was actually suppressed to the point where he lost his true body and returned to his human form, bleeding from all his orifices, and curled up on the dragon chair.

At this moment, Chen Qingliu was about to cross the threshold and decapitate the poor guy with a sword, when he suddenly stopped and cursed with a smile, "Old Yu, I like to be nosy."

It turned out that there was a middle-aged man beside him, who also looked like a Confucian scholar in blue shirt.

It was Chen Pingan.

Chen Qingliu exclaimed, "Haven't you two already terminated the contract?"

Chen Pingan nodded and smiled: "Unknowingly, I passively formed the contract, and when I came to my senses, I took the initiative to break the contract."

Chen Qingliu squinted at the young mountain master and tutted: "Young man, with Ning Yao as a Taoist monk, are you still not satisfied? Eat what's in your mouth and think about what's in the pot, isn't it?"

Chen Ping'an couldn't laugh or cry, this was nothing.

"Want to save her? How? A little Yuanying, who just jumped over the Immortal Realm on the first level of Yupu, dares to show up here?"

Chen Qingliu turned around and casually shook the sword in his hand, "Apart from the realm, why don't we talk about the realm?"

Chen Ping'an glanced at Wang Zhu who was sitting on the dragon chair in the room. Wang Zhu's face was frosty and he looked unappreciative.

Chen Qingliu held the sword in one hand, took a step towards Chen Ping'an, and said with a smile: "I don't understand, I am very curious, how are you going to stop me, just because our surname is Chen?"

Chen Ping'an bowed and said: "I beg you, senior, to sheath your sword boldly."

Wang Zhuping was furious for no reason and screamed: "Don't beg him!"

When you were young, you asked for help, when you were young, you asked for help, and now you still ask for help? !

I, Wang Zhu, have reached the fourteenth realm, and the luck of the dragons in the world is condensed in me. You are responsible for your own life and death, so you don’t need to meddle in your own business? !

Chen Ping'an squinted into the hall and said angrily: "Shut up."

Wang Zhu was so angry that his whole body trembled.

Chen Qingliu reminded with a smile: "Chen Ping'an, think about it, if you become my enemy today, the price will be high and the consequences will be even greater."

Chen Pingan's eyes were firm and he said slowly: "Mr. Qi has entrusted Wang Zhu with something, and I need to be her protector at least once. At least for now, Wang Zhu who left Lizhu Cave has not done anything arrogant. , Senior, there is no need to pass the sword to kill the dragon for the time being."

"oh?"

Chen Qingliu twitched his lips, "Did Qi Jingchun tell you that personally?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "Mr. Qi, there is no need to say it."

Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "Immortal realm, it is too useless. Why don't you ask the old scholar to come over and make paste? I also have a suggestion, it is best to bring the ceremonial saint with you."

Chen Pingan was silent.

Chen Qingliu waited patiently for a moment and sneered: "How can a person live such a pitiful life."

Shaking his head, Chen Qingliu's wrist shook, and the long sword dispersed into the sea water, "You won't bully a junior, just think that you owe me a duel with me."

Chen Qingliu glanced at Wang Zhu and joked: "Can't you promise me twice for saving your life? I can help guard the door."

Wang Zhu raised an arm tremblingly, lowered his head, and wiped the blood on his face with the sleeve of his dragon robe.

Chen Qingliu put his hands behind his back and said, "Chen Dajianxian, will you accompany me for a walk?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Chen Qingliu's first question was unexpected, "At the Great Wall of Sword Qi, has Chen Qing ever evaluated his swordsmanship?"

Chen Pingan said truthfully: "The boss Sword Immortal has never mentioned the senior."

Chen Qingliu rubbed his chin, "It's really irritating."

Chen Pingan smiled.

Chen Ping'an asked curiously: "I have a question, did Zou Zi target you during your spiritual practice?"

Chen Qingliu laughed and said, "I don't like to meddle in other people's business when I'm full. Besides, I can't become a pure sword cultivator in the fifteenth level. I'm not pure enough."

Chen Qingliu changed the question again, "I just showed off my water-carrying sword skills a little bit. What do you think is the difference between me and Chen Qingdu?"

Chen Ping'an said: "If we put aside the killing power, each one has his own merits in swordsmanship. Besides, the gap in swordsmanship is not small. Even if they are perfect, they are still the same size."

Chen Qingliu nodded without saying a word, but started to turn around.

Wang Zhu, who had just sat up in the hall, turned pale in an instant.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to add, "The senior said that he was destined not to become a fifteenth-level sword cultivator. The junior thought it was a self-deprecating statement. The Qing Master who came out of the mountain with a sword and then put away the sword and retired to seclusion would never be so low-spirited."

Chen Qingliu hummed.

Only talk about the spirit, not the achievements. That's quite the truth.

The two were silent and walked side by side.

Before Chen Qingliu left this East China Sea mansion, he said something for no reason, "What if you have reached the pinnacle of cultivation in the human world, but you are the least free. If you establish a religion and claim to be your ancestor, you will feel that the world is narrow and the world is narrow."

After saying this, Chen Qingliu went to the wild world through a passage back to the ruins.

Chen Ping'an just wanted to travel far away with his sword, so he continued on his way.

Wang Zhu, who had returned to normal, came to him.

After all, he is a member of the Fourteenth Realm in his own dojo.

Chen Pingan said: "When I was able to get the opportunity to become a sword holder, what I did and thought is not the real key. In the final analysis, it was because of the trust Mr. Qi gave me."

Wang Zhu pursed his lips.

Chen Pingan said calmly: "Whether they are here or not, don't let down those who gave us hope."

Wang Zhu bit his lip.

Chen Ping'an put his hands in his sleeves, "As long as you never let Mr. Qi down, I am asking a senior not to draw a sword today, and I won't have to do it in the future."

Wang Zhu turned to look at her former neighbor, and she slowly raised her hand.

Chen Ping'an instantly moved a few steps sideways, his expression full of alertness.

After all, there is a difference between two realms now.

Wang Zhu, however, just had narrow eyes and smoothed his hair from his temples.

Chen Ping'an tiptoed a little and left the water mansion with sword light like a rainbow.

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In a peaceful world, the earth is spring, the countryside is thick with smoke, and guests come from the west, and their clothes are still stained by the rain of apricot blossoms.

Luo Lo Mountain, this day came a clear old man dressed in Taoist robes, with a gourd and gourd tied to his waist. He was dusty and had a piano bag on his back.

Immortal Jia just happened to come to this table today to drink tea and reminisce attentively with Taoist Immortal Wei who has now been promoted to the head of a mountain.

The visitor claimed to be Lushan Taoist priest Hong Chengxian, named Yujian. Because I didn't think about mountain climbing, I didn't register my name with Taoist Xianwei.

The old Taoist priest was more talkative and said he was good at playing Lei's harp. He met an equally talkative Jia Lao Shenxian and they had a good conversation. The old Taoist priest took off his qin bag and showed his hand.

Jia Sheng was full of admiration and commented from the bottom of his heart, "It is indeed the sound of nature, clank and sound, without smoke and fire, and the meaning is not human."

In fact, there are often Qi practitioners like Hong Chengxian who pretend to "pass by" at the foot of the mountain. But there are not many people like the old Taoist priest who dare to sit down at the table.

Hong Chengxian drank tea and got very close to the old immortal Jia. He stepped on the watermelon rind and chatted about everything. It was just chatting. Now he mentioned that he had a friend.

His official career was quite smooth, and he once became the Minister of Rites of a country. God Jia sees things through but doesn't tell them, he makes friends out of nothing.

Hong Chengxian continued: "Pindao met him when he was young. When he was a secretary, he got to know this arrogant young man who served as a guard."

Immortal Jia asked tentatively: "Become an official?"

Hong Chengxian smiled and nodded, revealing his shortcomings, "He is indeed a high-ranking official. He is the kind of secretary who writes as much as he gets on the bus and is a secretary regardless of his body."

Jia Sheng stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Taoist family comes from a friendly family, no wonder his speech and behavior are so elegant and natural."

Hong Chengxian continued to tell the story of that friend. The prodigal son returned with gold. From a young man who ran rampant in the capital and acted absurdly, he suddenly woke up and began to study hard. After becoming the minister of the Ministry of Rites, he had suggestions with the emperor. The king who controls the country and the minister who governs the country. It is a good thing to believe in the Buddha sincerely, but you should not blindly flatter the Buddha. If all the people's anointing and blood were used to make sacrifices for the feast, how could the Buddha, if he had a spirit, be willing to pay for it? If one obtains blessings by damaging the national treasury, wasting agricultural work, and wasting people's energy, then the blessings will surely exceed the blessings prayed for. Practicing Buddhism can provide you with the resources for the next life. Confucianism's cultivation of Qi Zhiping is the solution to today's issues. The second monarch changed his mind and began to advocate Taoism, and then destroyed temples and exterminated Buddhism. It was still the old man who had just been awarded the title of Crown Prince and Taibao, who openly opposed the emperor's plan to destroy Buddhism and worship Taoism. The reason is that it is wrong to say that today is near and the next life will be far. So the future life is far away and today is near. It is also wrong to only look at today's tomorrow and not the present life and the afterlife. In both the government and the public, some people said that he was just fishing for fame and reputation, and that he would not be able to keep it in his later years. Only a few people think that he is a true scholar.

Having said this, the old Taoist priest raised his withered palm and patted the piano bag on the table gently, "From young to old, we have been close friends, but when he became an official, he became a Taoist and became an immortal, it was inevitable that he would gradually drift away. There are no books anymore. Time has passed and times have changed. I revisit my old place. The old romances have been blown away by the rain and wind. The house of my old friend is overgrown with weeds. The old wooden tree is slanted and thin and tough, and the branches are like veins. There is only one ancient begonia, which is still worthy of the title. She is graceful and graceful, like a peerless beauty admiring herself."

Immortal Jia sighed endlessly and added, "I don't know how many people have fallen drunk in the shadow of flowers."

Cui Chengxian picked up the water bowl and said sadly: "There is no solution."

Jia Sheng was reluctant to comment on this matter, so he just picked up the bowl and clinked it with Cui Chengxian.

At this moment, the young Taoist priest sitting on the bamboo chair suddenly said: "There is a solution."

Cui Chengxian turned his head and asked with a smile: "What's the explanation?"

The Xianwei replied: "If you are weak-minded, you will resign and retire to the mountains and forests. This kind of high-spirited and upright behavior has been seen by the descendants of the family, the government and the public, and they all know that there are scholars in the world who study like this, so this is right."

"It was really helpless and it was difficult to change the situation from bad to clear. I had to make mistakes and join in the bad luck with those who did not follow the same path. However, I tried my best to patch things up in secret and did many good things that benefited the people and the country. Outsiders also let them criticize me. Go, your reputation will be ruined in one moment, but you have a clear conscience, so this is right."

"Two things, two people, and two hearts have never been in vain. They have truly taken root and will blossom and bear fruit in the hearts of others. They may not have lush branches and leaves, but they are like that begonia."

After hearing this, the old man thought seriously for a moment and sighed: "That's it."

Taoist Xianwei smiled and said nothing.

Sure enough, you can't ask others about the details of Taoism in the books. Speaking these "general Taoist words" is what you are good at.

Last time, Jingwei Guan Li Muzhou was treated so well, but now Xianwei is frightened when he meets a true Taoist priest. It was still hard to muster up the courage to say a few words.

Of course, the main reason was that Immortal Jia was present and sitting at the gate of the mountain, so the Taoist Immortal did not worry about saying the wrong thing.

However, when you do as the Romans do, you still have to treat people with sincerity. Xianwei wanted to add a few more words while the iron was hot, but he couldn't think of a good way to say it for a while, so he hinted at the master of this art at the table, the Grand Master!

Immortal Jia immediately understood and understood that it was his duty to do his duty. He immediately followed up with a few sincere words, "The truth is such a big truth."

"Humans, of course, can't be vulgar, but they can't be totally unconventional."

"But really making these empty truths come true, as Taoist Master Xianwei said, is like budding, blooming and bearing fruit, or making a sapling grow big and straight. One day, it is expected to reach the sky and be able to provide shade, care for neighbors and rest. To passers-by, it is up to us, the mountain masters, to explain the truth in detail."

The Xianwei was very impressed. This probably meant that an expert would know if someone was there as soon as he made a move. He was indeed a bit better than himself.

Cui Chengxian put down the white bowl, "Since Immortal Jia is willing to treat people with sincerity, Pindao can't continue to use a fake identity. Pindao's real name is Kongshan, and the temple is called Cocoon House."

Jia Sheng asked: "Burning incense and sitting quietly, an empty mountain with only one person? A cocoon that binds itself?"

Cui Chengxian nodded and said: "Pindao once dug wells and refined elixirs in a small place called Quanjiao Mountain. He practiced for many years. Unfortunately, I was not talented enough and the path to immortality missed me."

The old Taoist priest slapped the gourd and gourd on his waist and said with a hearty smile: "I usually make some wine by myself, which is pretty good, but it's the poor Taoist who failed me in making the wine. The great Taoist misled me and I mistook the wine, so it's even."

Jia Sheng raised the bowl, replaced the wine with tea, and sighed: "Taoist priests walk on the road, live in the mountains when they meet, and stop the water when they meet, they are like gods."

At the gate of the mountain, there were only three of them, and they were all Taoist priests. If you praised them, you could also praise yourself.

Cui Chengxian, whose Taoist name is Kongshan, stood up. The thin old man put his piano bag on his back again and said with a smile: "It's funny to say that when I first entered the mountain to practice, I was young and frivolous. I didn't know the heights of the sky and the heights. I looked down upon all the qigong practitioners in the world and only let Three mountains and one person.”

The old Taoist priest continued to wander alone.

Immortal Jia didn't take today's encounter too seriously, he just performed normally and at an average level.

When Chen Ping'an crossed the sea with his sword, landed on the land of Aquarius Continent, and entered the territory of Beiyue, he asked Wei Shenjun to do a favor and returned to Luopo Mountain in an instant.

At the gate of the mountain, after hearing a rough idea from the mouth of Immortal Jia, Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It seems that I missed a great person from this world."

Jia Sheng helped to correct a sentence, "If we miss each other, we will have something to spare."

Sect Master Cui has sent a message with his sword, telling Sword Immortal Mi not to forget to return to his sect on time. Over at Mi Xuefeng, they are planning to open the Mirror Flowers and Water Moon. Everything is ready, only Chief Mi is missing.

Jiang Shangzhen, who was a teacher in that village school, actually abducted several young men from neighboring villages to study in his own village school. He felt that his ability to teach students had surpassed that of Shanzhu Chen.

In the Tiaoyu Mountain, Grandmaster Wen, who slept hard every day, took a bath, changed his clothes, and then sat on a bench to bask in the sun, felt that he was okay again no matter if his skin was itchy.

One day he actually asked Pei Qian, who only punched once a day, to raise his level to the limit.

After Pei Qian was sure that Wen Chengcheng was not joking, he punched him and a large hole appeared in the wall next to the martial arts arena.

Before Wen carefully passed out, he vaguely heard Master Zheng say, "Old rule, keep accounts, my brothers will get 20% off."

The guy named Bai Xuan often hangs out at the martial arts arena. After seeing this punch, he quickly picked up the purple clay pot and took a sip of wolfberry tea to calm down his shock.

Zheng Dafeng worked hard and swore several oaths before he had the chance to read the hero's book. After closing the book, Zheng Dafeng said something fair, it was really a book of life and death.

Bai Xuan sat on the bamboo chair under the eaves, looking at the martial arts master who was said by Zheng Dafeng to be "weak in body but not weak in spirit". He only felt that this man was strong and strong, and rare in this world. One day, the opportunity would come. When he matures, just wait until he breaks the cup as a trump card and beats Pei Qian together, Brother Wen can be the vanguard general.

How did Wen Chengxin know about the doorway here, let alone the incident where he was registered in an unusual way? In the eyes of Master Zheng, who saw through it without speaking out, he was just laying on the ground in a ghost gate.

In any case, Bai Xuan is a child with a strange personality. He is old-fashioned in his words and deeds, but he is the second member of the Luoshan Mountain Genealogy to recognize him besides Master Zheng, so he usually sits in rows under the eaves together and warms up. I would like to chat with Bai Xuan more carefully. Especially when he learned that Bai Xuan, at such a young age, was already a secretive Dragon Gate realm swordsman, Wen Chengxin was even more willing to talk to him warmly, while Zheng Dafeng held back his bad words and secretly Lehe.

The two people who lived on Jiling Peak and just had nothing to do all day long were snitched by someone. They went to Mount Master Chen to complain and were driven to Tiaoyu Mountain.

However, they did not go to the martial arts arena on the Yingyu Peak side of Tiaoyu Mountain to help. Instead, they went to Huaying Peak. Mi Da Sword Immortal stabbed those few cultivators with flying swords, and Zhong Qian, a golden body martial artist, The eight qi refiners smashed their spells at the target. The girl in the mink hat, who seemed to be in the top spot and the chief master, was relatively satisfied, looking at the mess and excitement.

However, they don't go to Huaying Peak very often, and there is no such thing as Dianmao. They fish for three days and dry the nets for two days. As long as no one urges them, they will definitely not go.

Zhong Qian wanted to make the Gantang worshiper more effective, so she encouraged the old man to settle down at Huaying Peak, so that he would not have to run back and forth between Jumping Fish Mountain and the Sword Worship Platform. The old deaf child laughed and said nothing.

My name is Old Deaf, not an old fool.

In addition to Fuyao Foothills, Chen Pingan set up a cloud nest formation on Tiaoyu Mountain.

Before that, it was obvious that Shanzhu Chen did not want Xiao Mili to interact too much with this group of "foreigners", strictly speaking, the anonymous outer disciples of Luopo Mountain.

But perhaps because of a temporary change of mind, Master Chen suddenly figured something out, and Protector Zhou's mountain patrol business flourished.

The guardians of Luolu Mountain seem to have more Fuyaolu and Tiaoyushan, these two silent and mute capable men.

The little girl in black was wandering alone on the mountain patrol road. There was no one around, except for a green bamboo stick and a small carrying pole. She secretly put on the cloak that was tailor-made for her by the old chef and was just the right size. According to the method taught by the good mountain master, she first stood still, twisted the corner of the cloak with two fingers, and then swung it hard, swaggering, oh, oh, oh, Majestic and majestic.

Between Yingyu Peak and Huaying Peak in Tiaoyu Mountain, there is a snow-white waterfall cascading down for more than a hundred feet, and a stone bridge shaped like a rainbow. Millet grains wearing cloaks and satchels have to stop here every time, and occasionally meet with A certain colleague from Qilong Lane met here. Across a bridge, the two sides stood facing each other. The left guardian of Qilong Lane had been lying on the other side for a long time. The little girl in black looked solemn and nodded.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins. One runs wildly, the other rushes forward and then leaps high. There is no loser, everyone wins.

After landing on the ground and standing still, the little girl in black turned around and clasped her fists. The world is far away, so let's say goodbye today and see you again tomorrow.

In fact, it was Gu Can, an outsider from Luoshan Mountain, who persuaded Chen Ping'an to change his mind.

Gu Can said that you are too concerned about protecting Zhou Mili. Do you really need to be so careful? Did Zhou Mili have a protector before she met you in that dumb lake?

If you are so cautious in your own poor mountain world, are you underestimating your own mountain guardians and offerings?

Today, the little girl in black is still wearing a cloak, with her arms folded across her chest, holding a green bamboo staff and a golden pole. She is standing in the middle of the stone bridge. She raises her head and looks at the waterfall.

He looked serious and frowned.

It turned out that Sister Xie Gou suggested yesterday that she reveal her true form, stay in the pool, and drink water with her mouth wide open. To be precise, she caught the waterfall to see if she could drink enough.

Therefore, Xiao Mili thought carefully about whether this suggestion was feasible and whether it would be embarrassing or not if someone accidentally saw it.

A warm hand pressed on his head, Xiaomi Li tilted his head, oh oh oh oh, it turned out to be the good mountain master.

Chen Pingan told her his thoughts and reasons for setting up a cloud nest. Xiaomi Li scratched his face and said, "Ha, what did I think? It's such a big deal."

Let's take a leisurely walk along the mountain road together. Chen Ping'an borrowed the green bamboo stick, and the little girl in black carried a golden pole on her shoulders.

The hiking pole poked against the bluestone slab, making a squeaking sound.

Xiao Mi Li raised his palm and placed a pile of melon seeds.

While chewing melon seeds, Chen Pingan complained: "It's not easy to practice Taoism, I'm busy with official affairs, and I owe a lot of debts to people and studies."

"There are so many things, big and small, both near and far. The old cook has a backlog of all kinds of letters on his desk. I am worried whether he will reply or how to write the reply."

This is the first time for Shanzhu Chen, who is chatty and full of complaints, to tell others what is in his heart.

One big and one small, they worked together and finished eating the melon seeds. They made empty fists of millet grains and handed them to Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an didn't know what was going on, but he still spread his palms and asked with a smile: "What?"

Xiaomi Li grinned and said: "I have saved a lot of happiness, so I borrowed some from the good mountain master."

One unclenched his fist, the other clenched his fist.

Chen Pingan shook his fist to show that he had received it, and asked with a smile: "Isn't it a gift?"

Xiaomi Li nodded vigorously, "I'm only borrowing, not giving away."

Chen Ping'an smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Don't we still have to calculate interest?"

Xiaomi Li shook his head and laughed, "It must be."

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "Good deal!"

On the way when they came, under the sunlight, a rainbow hung over the waterfall.