Sword of Coming

Chapter 1239 Writing a Juvenile Book

There is a row of small bamboo chairs under the eaves of the thatched hut of Baijiantai. Among them is a girl in a mink hat, with a leisurely attitude, sitting in the slanting sun.

Ever since Lao Deaf'er started cultivating at Jie Mao in the Worship Sword Platform, it has been a lot more lively here. Of course, it may also be because Bai Xuan returned to the mountain from the lower sect. As soon as Bai Xuan returned, Chen Lingjun often came here to chat. In addition, the old man As soon as Deaf Er entered the mountain, he was given an important task by Master Chen. He had to deal with Xie Gou from time to time, and Xie Gou was pulled by the white-haired boy. He worshiped the dock with Guo Zhujiu and was promoted as the leader of the alliance. This is probably the so-called situation. During the meeting, the place was packed with distinguished guests, turning the originally deserted sword worship platform into a "village head" for exchanging information.

Today, there are a lot of people crowded here again, and there are almost not enough bamboo chairs and benches.

The strange thing is that today everyone was given a piece of sweet watermelon. They left it for an hour in the mountain stream. The millet grains squatted by the water and stared at it. Then they took it to the old cook. The kitchen knife fell straight down. Zhu Lianxiao asked where it came from. Come on, this thing is not in season right now. Xiaomi Li laughed and said that the good mountain master stole it from the sand of the island where a small fairy sect was located when he went to sea. He put a big watermelon under each arm and ran away after stealing it. It was probably an ordinary thing there, unattended, and no one noticed the whereabouts of the good mountain master.

At that time, Zhu Lian nodded and said it was very good.

Xiao Mi Li grinned, the big watermelon looked delicious.

In the private dojo at the foot of Fuyao, Shanzhu Chen, who was attacked by a thief, left a whole watermelon for himself and sat in the corridor to eat it.

Taoist Ding, who was sitting next to him, had long since quit eating. Although he was not greedy for such ordinary fruits, he felt that Mr. Chen was too lonely. Not like the usual style, unusual.

Chen Pingan ate very slowly and became distracted from time to time.

Taoist Ding asked: "When will Mr. Chen prepare to teach the ascension method?"

Chen Pingan came to his senses and said with a smile, "Wait until I finish eating."

Upon hearing this, Taoist Ding immediately felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He immediately stabilized his Taoist mind, sat cross-legged, placed his hands on his abdomen, and breathed deeply. Although Mr. Chen has lived here for a while, Mr. Chen has never got into the main topic, but Taoist Ding stays here and feels peaceful. Even if he has nothing to do all day long, he does not feel like he is wasting his time. He practices Qi on time and occasionally Flipping through the books, time passes by, looking for poems behind closed doors in late spring, waiting to see the plum blossoms after the snow.

Before I came, I always felt like I was waiting, and when things came, I felt nervous again.

Taoist Ding couldn't help but look at the watermelon a few more times. No matter how he looked at it, it was just a cheap summertime thirst-quenching thing for ordinary people in the market.

And that Shanzhu Chen, who would not spit out the seeds when eating watermelon, had a pile of watermelon rinds piled around him, and he raised his hand to pat his stomach.

Chen Ping'an wiped the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "If you cultivate the Tao, there will be no dirt or blemishes. If you cultivate your mind, you should wipe it diligently. The so-called asking the mind is to clean a room and sweep all the dark sides into a small corner without any turning or twisting. There is room. We also need to distinguish between a broom, a dustpan and dirt."

Shanzhu Chen, who had eaten a whole watermelon, looked calm and spoke plainly, and what he said was commonplace. However, the more Taoist Ding listened, his scalp became numb and he became more and more guilty.

It is said that it is a preaching and ascending method. Mr. Chen, who is protecting and observing the Taoism, is he going to be cruel and deadly to himself? !

You need to be aware that some words in the book are deliberately loud and frightening, such as how someone needs to die in order to gain a lively way.

Why should we find a way out of death? If we consider ourselves among thousands of knives, we should use great perseverance and perseverance to create a place for ourselves and see strength among the ancients.

In the past, Taoist Ding didn't have a deep understanding of such empty principles. Because he was a good monk, he didn't have this kind of personal pain.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Taoist Ding, let me start a small stove for you first. Be careful, pay attention, and remember it carefully. Remember that Gou Quan's life is in troubled times. The word 'Gou Quan' has unlimited skills. You must remember your life." It is not only what life is called.”

Taoist Ding looked at Mr. Chen who warned him earnestly, and felt that he was a dead man in Chen Ping'an's eyes.

Chen Ping'an's expression became amiable, and he asked with a smile: "If life is like a book, what kind of opening would Taoist Ding want? Is it from a poorer family, or from a higher starting point? Does life start earlier or later? a little?"

Taoist Ding couldn't speak.

Chen Ping'an thought to himself and said: "I have already thought of the name of this book for my Taoist friends, and it is called "Youth"."

Taoist Ding knew something was wrong.

Chen Pingan's eyes were playful and he said: "When things come to a head, there is no way to avoid it. There is no other way to retreat."

Taoist Ding's hair stood on end.

In an instant, with a plop, Taoist Ding fell backwards and fell to the ground. He didn't know when he woke up.

Taoist Ding, who fell to the ground and had completely slept to death, heard the last words in his ears, filled with murderous intent.

"Withdraw your troops before the battle? Kill them according to law!"

Don't look at the Taoist priests who have been thrown away to attain enlightenment.

"I finally dared to steal the watermelon and eat it."

Chen Pingan looked down at the watermelon rind at his feet, looked up into the distance, and said to himself: "Maybe what I eat is freedom."

Outside the sky, two old men are having a show.

Yu Xuan praised Mr. Chen Daoyou for daring to think and do, and the old scholar said something about it.

The old master said that the lineage of literary saints really needs to be carried forward, and the old scholar said that you, Taofu Mountain, are prosperous.

Gu Qingsong, whose Taoist name is Xiancha, had nothing to do, so he wandered around in a small boat and traveled across the sea of ​​​​stars. He originally wanted to find the ruins of the ancient heaven, exchange a few words with his master, and say thank you for your hard work. .

Unfortunately, the journey was too far, and Gu Qingsong had no choice but to return the same way. Since he was in a bad mood, he wanted to have a few words with Yu Xuan.

As a result, I saw the old scholar and Na Yu Lao'er, happily drinking wine. How are you two brothers?

The old scholar quickly waved his hand and asked Brother Xiancha to have a drink with him.

Gu Qingsong glanced at the silent Yu Lao Shenxian and waved his hand, "I am of a low level and do not have the status of a sage like an old scholar. This kind of wine game, which must be twenty-eight levels in total, is beyond my reach. Even if you get up, you can't reach Yu Shishi's wine table."

Gu Qingsong turned the bow of the boat and said, "I will support my shabby boat, and you will drink your status wine."

The old man who got the nickname "Yu Shishi" for nothing was so exhausted that he was so poor that he didn't dare to speak.

When the stern-faced Zhouzi was far away, Yu Xuan sighed. There was really a reason why Headmaster Lu did not dare to accept this person as his direct successor.

The old scholar laughed softly and said: "If not, Gu Qingsong would be worried that his master would forget a disciple who was not named in the first place."

Yu Xuan nodded, deeply convinced.

Yu Xuan asked in his heart: "Pindao has a rough guess about Fellow Daoist Chen's method of ascension."

The old scholar hesitated for a moment and said: "In this matter, Taozu said a few words in the backyard of Old Man Yang's medicine shop, which is very important." (Note 1)

Yu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The old scholar laughed and said: "What the Taoist said is not an inspiration. It can only be regarded as a refined summary of the previous ideas. The Tao and the road are in harmony with each other."

Yu Xuan took another breath.

On the Flower Shadow Peak of Tiaoyu Mountain, the eight boys and girls had different evaluations of the different masters who taught them.

It is said that Mr. Gantang, who was enshrined in Luolu Mountain, was an old master who taught seriously and never talked about knowledge elsewhere. He can explain the truth in a profound and simple way and has great preaching skills.

Taoist priest Liang Chaoguan teaches in class. He speaks in a soft and glutinous local accent, and his words are concise. There is no need to read any books. He talks endlessly and is fascinating. Bai Feng's tone of voice has no inflection and makes people fall asleep.

Lu Biyu's lectures were uninteresting and he was more nervous than the eight people attending the lecture. Sweat formed on his forehead as soon as he spoke.

But outside of class, when eight people asked him for advice, he changed completely. He was profound and elegant, with precise reasoning, unruly and unruly. He occasionally made a few jokes and joked, and his demeanor was completely different from that in the classroom.

As for Xie Gou, who called herself Bai Jing, she also named herself several titles such as master master and chief instructor. None of the eight people could understand or learn what she taught.

Here at the Sword Worship Platform, Xie Gou, who seemed to be sleepy today after sharing the spoils and eating melons, suddenly yawned, sat up straight, and gave orders: "Gan, I heard the mountain master say before that you can rise to the level of Sword Qi The origin of the ranks of the Great Sword Immortals at the top of the Great Wall seems to be very unusual. Regarding this matter, the mountain master did not say much, and helped you to pass it off, saying that a jar of old wine will become more fragrant with age, so don’t hide it. Tell me."

He always calls the old deaf boy a general worshipper, which shows that he is too addicted to officialdom. Xie Gou imitated Bai Xuan, who liked to give people nicknames, and gave him this name.

The old deaf child complained in his heart, Shanzhu Chen was also too talkative.

A wrinkled old face, but a smile bloomed, "There's nothing worth saying. I just had a bad temper when I was young. When the two armies were facing each other, after three glasses of wine in the big tent, I couldn't. Now that I knew who I was, and I was being harassed by an old man from Guanxiang, I went up to the top of the city alone with my sword, called Chen... the boss swordsman, and challenged me to a duel. The boss Jianxian agreed."

Bai Xuan was shocked and said: "You weren't killed by the boss sword fairy?"

Chen Lingjun was even more shocked and said: "Good question!"

How can ordinary people ask such tricky questions?

Bai Xuan thought to himself, "That's right. If you chop him to death, the old deaf boy won't be able to pretend to be a master here."

After all, Bai Xuan was Bai Xuan. He stretched out his palm to cover his mouth, turned around and asked softly: "Xie Cixi, is the old deaf boy a ghost that lingers?"

Xie Gou shook his head, "A great living person."

Bai Xuan originally wanted to refute the second-place enshrinement, saying that the old deaf boy is not a human being, but when he thought that Xie Gou was also from the wild monster clan, he decided to forget it to avoid accidental injury.

Mi Yu sneered and said: "You are not brave enough to climb up the pole and stretch your neck to wipe the sword edge of the boss swordsman? Or ask the boss swordsman to hold the sword forward with one hand, but do not need to hand the sword, and you can stride forward by yourself. , rush towards the tip of the sword and stab yourself to death?"

The old deaf child turned a deaf ear to the sarcastic words of Mi Da Jianxian. He just subconsciously straightened his back, clenched his fists, and placed them on his knees, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

It's like drinking a jar of old wine. The alcohol is too strong. After a night, the drinker smashes it in his mouth, and there seems to be an aftertaste.

The old deaf boy was finally willing to take off the jar of old wine and drink it with others.

This time to reminisce about old times, I called the boss swordsman by his first name.

"Chen Qingdu, who had not asked anyone about swordsmanship for many years, and who had not been asked about swordsmanship for even more years, raised his hand and asked for a standard long sword, saying that he would let me perform the swordsmanship that I am most proud of in my life."

"There were more than fifty attacks and defenses, during which Chen Qing handed me two swords. Of course he gave way to me on purpose."

"No matter what, it is a unique deed in the ten-thousand-year history of the Sword Qi Great Wall."

Even if it was Bai Xuan and Mi Da Jianxian who were like this, the local sword cultivators who had never taken the old deaf child seriously felt that the old deaf child was not good after hearing this.

Xie Gou was probably the only one who listened with little interest, but Gantang was at Huaying Peak and had no credit but hard work, so she didn't say anything.

In the ancient years when Bai Jing and Xiao Mo were traveling far and wide with swords in the human world, Chen Qingdu at that time was actually not that strong.

It's not that Chen Qingdu didn't have great swordsmanship at that time, but he couldn't put a big distance between himself and the swordsman in the world.

Moreover, it seems that Chen Qingdu has a special status, and many fellow swordsmen are trying their best to conceal Chen Qingdu's growth, especially deliberately reducing the number of sword exchanges between Chen Qingdu and ancient Taoist priests.

In addition, at the same time, there was the unidentified swordsmanship leader. After all, he was a transcendent existence that represented all swordsmen in the world and ranked among the top ten in the world, so he was recognized as the number one person.

Moreover, Chen Qingdu was accompanied by Yuan Xiang and Long Jun. They were all very skilled in swordsmanship. Even if they were not as good as Chen Qingdu, the difference was not obvious.

Due to Bai Jing's high spirits during the battle to reach the sky, she was seriously injured and had to sleep for thousands of years, causing her to miss many things.

Therefore, Xie Gou today does not particularly understand why several worlds in ten thousand years will respect Chen Qingdu so much, as if they regard him as a god.

Chen Lingjun was filled with admiration and clapped his hands, "Brother Longsheng, you have such great achievements that are worthy of special mention. Why are you so... boring? If you leave me alone, I would have been beating gongs and drums and shouting at the top of my lungs." ”

Some of the feats that can be called unique are not because Chen Lingjun doesn't want to show off to others, but they are truly "unspeakable".

After all, he was living under someone else's roof and was working as an errand in the Luoluo Mountain. The old deaf boy suppressed his temper and said something serious, "I treasure my broom and I shouldn't say it."

On the top of the Great Sword Qi Wall, Chen Qingdu was challenged to a duel, fighting swordsmanship with swordsmanship.

The key is that Chen Qingdu actually agreed to this question of swordsmanship with great disparity in strength.

Chen Qingdu is not a stupid scholar. He doesn't need to use various methods to improve his performance so that he can brag to others.

That's not something that can be described as glory despite defeat. If it weren't for Lao Deaf'er's pure swordsmanship, Chen Qing would never have given up such a huge reputation.

The old deaf child can indeed be proud of having fought in this battle.

Mi Yu wears a white robe and jade belt all year round, and hangs a sword-raising gourd named Haoliang from his waist.

A handsome and distinguished man, a swordsman and a romantic man, he is indeed worthy of Sect Master Cui to open a special show for him.

There are many recognized handsome men in the Jianqi Great Wall, including Qi Tingji, Sun Juyuan, who is still young in appearance, and of course Wu Chengpei, and Mi Yu who is drunk in Yunxia. Wu Chengpei and Mi Yu are also called "Double Jewels" by foreign female cultivators. As for the younger generation, there are Pang Yuanji, Chen Sanqiu and others.

The white-haired boy, who was the music compiler, squatted in the corner, and she silently wrote down this stroke.

Chen Pingan suddenly appeared at the sword worship platform and said that he might need to truly retreat for a period of time.

Recently, except for Xiao Mili, who is still patrolling the mountain at Fuyaolu, the rest of the people are waiting, so there is no need to go there and be rejected.

Instead of using the sword or shrinking method to return to the foot of Fuyao, Chen Pingan chose to walk down the mountain. He called out to the lazy girl in the mink hat, and the one who raised his arms and shouted all the way to wish the Yinguan ancestor a smooth retreat and a successful exit. The ascended white-haired boy.

Seeing this scene, the Yinguan Ancestor, who still had to listen to the sound, looked as usual, but the old deaf man was actually very worried.

But Senior Bai Jing's voice suddenly sounded in my heart, "I'm not drinking your old wine in vain. I'll teach you two sword skills later. I don't care whether you can master them or practice them successfully."

The old deaf boy burst into tears of gratitude, stood up sternly, and without saying a word, he lowered his head and clasped fists with the other side of the mountain road.

Bai Xuan and Chen Lingjun looked at each other. Why did the old deaf boy who was the least enlightened become so sensible? Could it be that he was possessed by the immortal Jia?

Compared with the old deaf boy who entered the mountain later, Zhong Qian, a martial artist who came here to join in the fun with his good brothers, had only been in Luolu Mountain for a few days. In terms of fighting ability, he was far behind the old deaf boy by more than a thousand miles. Zhong Qian, whose name can easily be mistaken for a woman, is the number one martial artist in Ouhua Blessed Land, Grandmaster Zhong, and is at home in Luo Luo Mountain. At the dinner table before, Zhong Qian had asked about the identity of Gantang worshiper at the Sword Worshiping Platform. If their realms were not much different, did it mean that she could also be a worshipper? As a result, the old cook said that the old deaf boy was an Ascension Realm sword cultivator... Zhong Qian ate two more bowls of rice.

That day, the old chef rarely took the initiative to cook a few more dishes to go with the wine, and took Zhong Qian to drink some wine and chat for a while.

Zhu Lian asked Zhong Qian if she knew her own strengths and weaknesses. Zhong Qian said that she had no strengths and weaknesses and was just a gangster.

Zhu Lian then smiled and said that there are people in the world who are nervous, as if their body and mind are curled up, and there are people who are relaxed and comfortable.

The style of the family and whether the rules are strict often depend on the person and character of the head of the family. This is also the reason why many of the most powerful children of the family dare not breathe at home. They are so reserved when walking, talking, eating, and studying at home that they dare not contradict their elders with even a few words. As soon as he leaves the house, he becomes completely different from the other person. He behaves rebelliously, is arrogant and rude, and has a vicious and violent personality. To a large extent, it is a way to vent his anger and a kind of revenge. It’s even more of an unconscious compensation.

At that time, the boy in Tsing Yi and Mi Dajianxian were both present. Chen Lingjun couldn't stop laughing. He reached out and slapped the table, saying that Grandmaster Zhong didn't understand this. Old cook, you are just showing your flirtatious look to a blind man.

If Zhong Qian gets angry when she hears such words, then she is not Zhong Qian. She chuckles and says that Jing Qing understands me, and anyone who understands me will be singled out.

Chen Lingjun wanted to fight Zhong Qian on the spot, and the two brothers knew each other well in boxing.

Of course it's punching.

However, Mi Yu has realized something and plans not to pretend to be lazy all year round.

Zhu Lian went on to say that we may not be good talkers, nor may we be good listeners.

We may understand what others said and what was hidden in their words. But we may not know why they say or do this.

There are two different things between passively following the crowd and actively following the local customs.

After understanding the twists and turns of the world and human relationships, I sat down at my own table and lifted my wine bowl. Whether I was in awe or took a sip of silence, I felt like I was on my own.

Otherwise, you will be put in a sack by the world and people, and you will be slapped with a sap. We will always stumble by the same people and the same things, make the same mistakes, and suffer the same hardships.

When Zhong Qian heard this, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Does the old cook want me to practice boxing well so as not to lose my title as the number one martial artist in Fudi?"

The old cook has good intentions. He really thinks of himself as his junior. So Zhong Qian actually felt warm and moved at that time.

As a result, Zhu Lian endured it again and again. Finally, he couldn't hold it back any longer and started pointing at Zhong Qian's nose and yelling, "I want you to be discerning and careful. Don't treat this place as a canteen!"

Mi Yu, who came here for a morning drink every day, took a sip of wine on the spot. Chen Lingjun, who often came here for a late-night snack, laughed with one hand and slapped the table with the other.

When the cursing old cook's attention shifted to them, they stood up and left angrily, not forgetting to take Zhong Qian away.

Zhong Qian arrived at the door and said that my brother would come back for a late-night snack in a few nights. Today, for a change, he would help me make a big bowl of spicy hotpot with meat and vegetables.

At that time, there was a music editor who was standing in the corner outside the door. As part of his duties, he took out a pen and paper and wrote down this grudge.

On the mountain road, Chen Ping'an said: "When I returned from Fuyao Island, I was reminded by Master Yu that I passed by Dong Haijun Mansion and saw the dragon-slaying man who wanted to mobilize an army."

Xie Gouxiao laughed and said: "With me by your side and so close, the mountain master can still mention their names even if he talks about Chen Qingliu and Wang Zhu."

The white-haired boy, the first genealogist of Luolu Mountain, was a typical person who did one thing and loved another. He asked seriously: "May I ask the Yinguan ancestor, the specific month and day when you two met?"

Chen Pingan was so angry that he raised his arms high and put his fingers together.

The white-haired boy shrank his neck and immediately turned around and said, "Forget it, since the ancestor of Yin Guan wants to hide his clumsiness, the humble position should not be recorded in the book."

Chen Ping'an said softly: "The previous meal of wine at the New Year's Eve shop in Qilong Lane, please go through the process again carefully and see if there is anything missing."

The white-haired boy said aggrievedly: "The conscience of heaven and earth has not missed a word."

Besides, when I reported the military situation to you earlier, I planned to add a lot of details vividly. How did Wang Zhu raise his eyebrows, smile charmingly, etc. It was Yin Guan Patriarch who was impatient to hear it, so he directly replied, "Stop talking nonsense." ah.

Bai Jing smiled and said, "I don't think I've heard of this. Captain Konghou, hurry up and explain it to the chief captain. I'll help you and Leader Guo claim credit later."

They roped in Guo Zhujiu and secretly formed a small mountain group. They had a deep friendship, and they were like good sisters who had become sworn friends to Jinlan and exchanged posts.

In the hometown of Chen Shanzhu and Yinguan Patriarch, there has always been a custom of going from house to house on New Year's Eve in the town. The old people and women would set up a table of wine and food and be responsible for entertaining the guests at home. The adults sat down to drink, while the children came in groups and shouted when they came in, begging for some fruits and snacks. Last year in Qilong Lane, when Shi Rou and the little mute were sitting by the brazier to watch the New Year, they met Wang Zhu who came to ask about dinner. Shi Rou was originally polite and asked Zhi Gui if she wanted to sit down and have a drink. , I never thought that Wang Zhu, who was already the king of Donghai Sea at that time, actually agreed and praised Shi Rou's plate of smelly mandarin fish. For some reason, Shi Rou always felt that Wang Zhu was in a good mood at that time. Later, the white-haired boy who was standing on the bench next door and boxing with others also came to join in the fun. He had a few words of abandonment with the Lord of Donghai Sea whom he met for the first time and had the good fortune to be the neighbor of Yinguan Patriarch for several years. Among the words, the white-haired boy talked about Chen Qingliu, the man who killed the dragon. The white-haired boy's views were relatively "general" and belonged to the common knowledge of ordinary monks. She made a metaphor and felt that a powerful dragon could not overwhelm a local snake. What's more, Wang Zhu is still the local leader, and Chen Qingliu is just a snake crossing the river, so there is no need to worry about him.

But Wang Zhu's answer at that time was very interesting and straightforward. The general meaning was that even if she reached the fourteenth realm one day, as long as she faced the dragon-slaying person, she would die if she didn't run. (Note 2)

This surprised the white-haired boy. He was very self-aware compared to Zhigui, the maid in Mud Bottle Lane, who he remembered.

The reason why the white-haired boy took the initiative to talk about such an unpleasant and taboo topic was because Wu Shuangjiang had told her on the night cruise earlier to try his best to persuade Wang Zhu to leave Haoran World and go to Sui Chu Palace. It's a pity that a white-haired boy is not the material to be a political strategist or lobbyist. As expected, Wang Zhu seemed to have recognized the identity of the white-haired boy and took the initiative to mention the Stork Tower. How could the white-haired boy dare to admit this? Wang Zhu's words were probably that he declined the invitation from Sui Chu Palace.

When Xie Gou heard this, he raised his hand to hold his mink hat, with a sarcastic look on his face, "Run or die? Are these Wang Zhu's original words?"

The white-haired boy nodded vigorously and said, "Exactly!"

Today was different from last time. The white-haired boy hesitated again and again, but finally told a little more about the inside story, telling Wu Shuangjiang's plans and thoughts from her heart.

Chen Ping'an is not a meddlesome person. Since he and Bai Jing were specially called to go down the mountain together, he and Yin Guan Ancestor... should treat others with extra sincerity.

The white-haired boy said guiltily: "Chen Ping'an, is it because I didn't say this before that something went wrong on your side?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter much. To say the least, even if it does, it has nothing to do with you."

The white-haired boy said dullly: "If something like this happens again in the future, I won't talk about it from beginning to end."

Chen Pingan said: "No need."

The white-haired boy wanted to say something else.

Xie Gou smiled and comforted, "If it's such a big deal, you can change the story, but don't make it so complicated."

Chen Ping'an fell into deep thought. Of course, he didn't know a deeper inside story.

As long as Wang Zhu himself is unwilling to say it, no one will be able to know the truth.

It turns out that Qi Jingchun once took the initiative to find Wang Zhu and gave her a great prophecy, "When you climb up to the Stork Tower, the sky is vast, and when you go down to the Stork Tower, it has a long history."

Qi Jingchun even taught her how to deal with Chen Qingliu in the future and how to escape a seemingly inevitable fate.

She left the palace last year, went to Wu Shuangjiang, and practiced in Guanque Tower. It was a promising future for her, and it was probably her best move.

Staying in Haoran Tianxia and avoiding Chen Qingliu can also be regarded as the middle strategy.

In short, you can stay or go.

But Wang Zhu was unwilling to compete with the scholar with frosty temples.

Just like a naughty child who cannot listen to the teachings of his old-fashioned elders, he must be angry. Whatever you ask me to do, I will do the opposite.

Qi Jingchun finally gave her a suggestion with a smile. If you really encounter any difficulty, go to his junior brother. You can tell him that this is Senior Brother Qi's request.

Maybe this is the last resort?

Among the two brothers from the Literary Saint lineage, one was the one who helped her get out of trouble, and the other was the one who formed a contract with her.

No matter how much she didn't understand or approve of the way the two of them behaved, there were also decisions that she wouldn't accept even if she understood them.

But as proud as Wang Zhu was, he had to admit that they were the two most important people in his life when he started over.

Qi Jingchun asked his junior brother Chen Pingan? !

Chen Pingan begged Chen Qingliu not to hand over the sword? !

That's why Wang Zhu lost his temper in the main hall.

She would rather take the sword and be decapitated than Chen Ping'an to beg for mercy.

On the mountain road, the three of them were silent for a long time. The white-haired boy asked curiously: "Before you rushed to relieve the siege, since they are facing each other, the enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. Do you want to fight?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, "I can't fight."

Wang Zhu had no intention of fighting with Chen Qingliu, not at all.

Xie Gou didn't hide his sarcasm, "You're still in the Fourteenth Realm, you're a coward."

The white-haired boy probably had a good chat with Wang Zhu last time, so he rarely defended the real dragon, "When a dragon sees that person, it's like a sword cultivator in the current generation meeting Chen Qingdu. It's also like an ancient sword cultivator meeting the sword holder." "

Xie Gou rolled his eyes, but did not deny it. Isn’t this what Xiaomo is like?

Chen Pingan said: "According to that plan, if Wang Zhu went to Qingming World, she would not have to share the world's water transportation equally with the masters of land water transportation, Mrs. Dandan, and the four sea lords including Li Yehou. She could even travel by water twice, first Climbing the Stork Tower is equivalent to a 'justifiable' name recorded in the genealogy, telling the world of Qing Ming."

"Go down to the Stork Tower and follow the water into the sea. As long as there are people from the side to help the situation, it is very likely that she will merge with the fourteenth realm of the Tao. By then, she will monopolize the world's water transport. Then she will be able to integrate with the Qingming World Dao, and follow the trend to obtain Bai Yujing’s approval.”

"During this period, the Xielong Terrace in the Suichu Palace, which has been idle for many years, has finally been put to use as the mainstay."

"Wang Zhu can protect Sui Chugong in turn, so that the worst result will not occur. In short, this is a fair transaction, Wang Zhu does not need to owe favors."

Xie Gou commented: "Everything is linked together and is a military strategist's work."

The white-haired boy asked tentatively: "Ancestor Yin Guan, there is something I don't know whether to say or not."

If it were normal, Chen Pingan would not give her a chance to speak.

The white-haired boy said: "Is it possible that Wang Zhu took the initiative to walk into the New Year's Shop last time because she actually wanted you to help her make a decision?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned, frowned and said, "No way?"

Regarding Wang Zhu's initiative to visit the New Year's Eve shop in Qilong Lane, he only thought about the first level. Wang Zhu became the Lord of the East Sea Sea, ascended to the Ascension Realm, and regained her true dragon identity. According to her usual character and temper, she would definitely not be willing to walk in brocade clothes at night, so she had to Show off.

Of course, this is indeed Wang Zhu's idea, but it is relatively superficial. Today is different from the past. Once her realm is higher, her vision will be broader and she will see further.

Xie Gou chuckled and said: "Mountain Master, don't think about it, it must be like this."

Women understand women’s thoughts best.

We've reached the foot of the mountain.

Just when Chen Ping'an was about to use the Earth-shrinking Technique, Xie Gou's eyes sparkled, he rubbed his hands and suddenly asked: "Chen Qingliu's Hedao falls and then Hedao is so fun. Can the mountain master tell me?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, "Even if there is speculation about this kind of thing, we can't talk nonsense."

Regarding Chen Qingliu’s path to harmony, he clearly succeeded in slaying the dragon, but how did he fall into the realm? How did he hide his traces for three thousand years and return to the fourteenth realm again?

Even Qi Tingji, an old swordsman from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, would be curious. So much so that when he met A Liang again during the discussion at the Confucian Temple, he had to ask about it face to face.

Chen Qingliu, who had great roots in the world, had an obscure place of origin, and was shrouded in mist during his sword-making process, in the eyes of the vast world, he rose like a comet and then disappeared in an instant, as if he had only done two things.

A battle to kill the dragon.

He accepted Zheng Juzhong as his founding disciple.

At that time, Zheng Juzhong was present in the meeting hall of the Confucian Temple, so A Liang asked Qi Tingji to ask the "Brother Huaixian" from Baidi City. (Note 3)

In fact, the relationship between the two parties is not familiar. A Liang once sneaked into Fushui, the river that pierced the Yellow River Falls, in the middle of the night. He paddled hard all the way, and the carp beat the carp again and again, and he passed the dragon gate...

Probably Zheng Juzhong, who had seen everything, couldn't stand it anymore. He was on the top of the Dragon Gate, looking at the sloppy swordsman like a drowned rat, and casually chatted with him for a few words.

As a result, within a few days, there were countless reports from Shanshui Di, saying that the Lord Zheng of Baidi City personally invited Aliang to come to the city for talks. Some said they played a game of chess, a few games, or even hundreds of games.

In the Confucian Temple at that time, Zheng Juzhong was probably keeping a secret for the sake of his venerable master, and of course he did not want to let a few outsiders reveal the truth about the matter. Especially A Liang.

Although Zheng Juzhong is recognized as the number one person in the Demonic Way, there are two things that surprised the monks on the mountain. One is nostalgia for the past and respecting the teacher.

Guo Outing in Tieshu Mountain is a clear proof. It was Zheng Juzhong's mountain climbing that prevented Guo Outing from going down the mountain.

Then there is Zheng Juzhong, who seems to be particularly tolerant of his troublemaking junior brother Liu Chicheng.

When A Liang arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he had the same mentality as Qi Tingji and was more interested in his colleagues with superb swordsmanship and broad swordsmanship in the world.

But he is the little cotton-padded jacket of the boss Sword Immortal, and he almost became his godson.

Sword cultivators such as Mr. Dong, Chen Ji and Qi Tingji were too embarrassed to ask, or they simply didn't ask because they knew there would be no answer if they asked.

After all, the boss Jianxian never seems to talk about things outside the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Ah Liang is not vague. If he has doubts in his heart, he is not ashamed to ask.

Before he became the little cotton-padded jacket of the boss Sword Immortal, A Liang crossed the Hanging Mountain for the first time. When he arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the first thing he did was to swagger up to the top of the city and ask Chen Qingdu about it.

Have you ever heard of the great swordsman A Liang?

Chen Qingdu squinted at the short swordsman who couldn't even stand on the same level as Lu Zhi when he stood on tiptoe, and replied with a smile, "I know your father."

Ah Liang was indeed Ah Liang. He laughed endlessly and slapped me with his fist. With your temper and appetite, you must protect me from now on.

Probably because he felt that being happy alone was not as good as being happy among others, Ah Liang, who couldn't even taste the wine after drinking, started to ask Chen Qingdu if he had ever heard of Bai Ye, the most proud person in the world, one of the three great masters of Haoran. The swordsmanship of Pei Min…

At that time, Chen Qingdu just put his hands behind his back and walked around the city.

A Liang followed beside him, his mouth dry as he talked, and even the Jindan Realm sword cultivators he recognized had already signed up for the old man.

There is really no other way, so we must use our trump card.

When it comes to one person attacking a large group, A Liang considers himself a good fighter, a master among masters, but that Chen Qingliu seems to be stronger, and there is no reason to be so fierce!

After all, it was A Liang. The boss sword fairy still gave him a sentence at that time. In fact, it was not an answer. A Liang benefited a lot from hearing that sentence and learned a unique skill.

"Anyway, as long as you're a swordsman, no matter how strong you are, you can't beat me. You can figure out what I'm going to do with my brain."

After walking for a while, Chen Pingan reached out and pressed the mink hat on Xie Gou's head, and said with a smile: "Don't be so impulsive in the future. You won't do it."

The white-haired boy's eyes turned rapidly. Is there a story? ! According to the consistent style of Yinguan Ancestor, this story is unlikely to have a charming and rouge atmosphere. So Xie Gou is having **** with someone?

Xie Gou laughed and said: "The heroes are happy and the sages are miserable. I am a swordsman who is unparalleled in the world!"

There is a solitary peak standing on the seashore of Aquarius Island, rising suddenly like a sword pointing at the sky.

It is a barren land without spiritual energy, so no Qi practitioners have lived and practiced here in history, and there are almost no people in the mountains.

At this moment, there was a sloppy Taoist priest with messy hair on the top of the mountain, barefoot and carrying an umbrella.

This Taoist Ge signed himself as a Taoist with three hundred coins and was nicknamed Huainan.

When the Confucian Temple was consecrated to the Five Mountains of Baopingzhou, Taoist Ge once appeared at the Zishan Mountain in Zhongyue to congratulate the Tiger Mansion from a distance. The real person was not acquainted with him in person. Even the Tiger Jin Qing failed to recognize the Taoist priest's feet, but was caught by Chen who recognized the goods. Qingliu found clues.

The Zhongyue Mountain and Zishan Mountain in the territory of the old Zhu Ying Dynasty were once one of the many alchemy places for old Taoist priests. Lao Tiger, who later chose Jin Qing as his successor, was actually a fire-burning Taoist boy who served Ge Xianjun for hundreds of years from the beginning. Before the old Taoist priest went out to travel, he did not tell the young Taoist boy about his return date. He only left an unknown prophecy to the latter. Diezhang Peak would be mastered by a quarryer who sincerely respects incense.

Previously, Chen Qingliu took the old Taoist to meet his junior disciple Liu Chicheng and his disciple Gu Can, and introduced him as fellow Taoist Ziqing. According to the barefoot Taoist priest himself, he and Chen Qingliu were half friends. (Note 4)

The old Taoist frowned. The person we were waiting for here was Chen Qingliu, who was going on a long sea voyage. He told him to wait for a while and then go back. Of course, he might not go back and just say goodbye, so fellow Taoist just said Need to wait half an hour.

Of course Daoren Ge knew what Chen Qingliu was going to do. It wasn't that he didn't want to persuade him, it was just that he couldn't persuade him to stay. He couldn't persuade him at all.

The old Taoist priest looked melancholy. Old friends died one after another on the road, and farewells often turned into farewells. Unfortunately, spring grass still grows in the same place every year.

On the top of the mountain, next to the barefooted old Taoist, there were two people who could fight each other with eight poles. One was a little intimate, and the other was a little anecdotal.

The old one and the young one have recently moved here to build a well in Gufeng Mountain. The old one is Ge Daoren’s younger brother, Wei Benyuan, the old head of the Wei family in Taoye Lane, Lizhu Cave. Or, to be precise, he has recovered his memory. , the predecessor of the Taoist priest Wang Min, he, like Lu Yue, a native of Lizhudongtian, was one of the unnamed disciples of Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou.

After the accident that happened in Lizhu Cave, it took root and was reduced to a blessed place. Wei Benyuan left his hometown and chose to live in seclusion in a mountain col outside Xu's Qingfeng City to refine alchemy. The main reason was to help his maid Tao Ya, who regarded him as his own granddaughter. Seeking the opportunity of the Fox Kingdom to see if she has the good fortune to become the master of the Fox Kingdom first, and then the new master of the entire Fox Clan. If she can succeed, then of course Tao Ya will be able to reach the fourteenth realm in the future. It can be reconciled, at least there is a glimmer of hope.

It's a pity that it didn't work out.

Tao Ya did indeed get a great opportunity in the Fox Kingdom. Logically speaking, he could follow the plan step by step. Tao Ya would encounter various opportunities on the road of cultivation, such as overcoming tribulations and cultivating Taoism... But before long, the whole Everyone in the Fox Country was abducted and returned to their hometown, Luo Luo Mountain.

Wang Min has nothing to do about this. The book says that even if you wear iron shoes, you won't be able to find it, so why does it take no effort at all? How come I came here to work hard, but the mountain has grown and gone away?

Fortunately, Wang Min is open-minded and thinks that this is the so-called divine will in the dark. He insists on forcing it, but his efforts are insufficient, and he misses the opportunity because of it? Missed Taoya girl?

Wang Min confessed his thoughts and plans to Tao Ya, and Tao Ya was even more generous. Instead of complaining, she felt relieved. Deng  mad Cangyou 绻 艿 preparation Luo mosquito chaos 郧议 mu 棣裣 sang 鸵丫乶帶啝四shu 伴忣域mother 贴倲崣崵曰曰. ㄗYes. 抓抔Shun舜蟮乐平畈ㄚ埽Purple camphor playshuangqiaoTuanwumifeed?

Taoist Ge smiled and asked: "Tao Ya, let's just talk about the matter without mentioning your intentions. Do you really want to care about it? Or is it because Luo Luoshan has ruined your future, and you don't have any resentment in your heart?"

Tao Ya was stunned for a moment.

Ge Daoren continued: "To use an analogy that is not particularly appropriate, if you are at a gambling table and you place a small bet, you have a chance of winning a big one, but as a result, the entire gambling table is taken away."

Tao Ya carefully replied: "Uncle Ge, I don't like gambling."

Tao Ya seems to be ignorant and simple, but in fact, her little calculations are so loud that even Luo Luoshan may have heard her.

An orphan from Mu Ping Lane in her hometown could reach this point, but she didn't think she had what it took to compete with Master Chen. Why would she risk her life to become his enemy? What's more, the other party didn't deliberately remove a gambling table against her. The little capital she left on the table and the gambling money she earned from trying her luck were not taken away at the same time. She could just accept it as she saw fit.

The two Taoist priests looked at each other and smiled.

Wang Min looked at the vast sea and asked softly: "Brother Ge, you won't make a big fuss, right?"

Taoist Ge said: "It's impossible to tell. The method of yin and yang derivation and calculation can't calculate the fourteenth realm, so it will take a detour on its own. That Taoist friend is a solitary person, barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. Occasionally, he can be motivated. Take it upon yourself.”

Wang Min said: "Didn't that fellow Daoist Qingzhu still have a Baidi City and disciples? He was passed down from the Dao lineage."

Taoist Ge laughed dumbly, "Fellow Taoist Qingzhu, even if there is a quarrel, does he still need to worry about the safety of his first disciple?"

Wang Min was speechless.

Taoist Ge sighed, "I just hope that the road of the world will turn around, and not be like today's 'confrontation between the two'."

The matter was so important that Taoist Ge even asked his master if there was a way to solve it, but Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou did not respond to his direct disciple's voice at all.

If we talk about dragons in the world, all dragon descendants, narcissus, and all Qi practitioners who practice water magic in the world will be defeated by Chen Qingliu's swordsmanship to varying degrees.

If you go back a little further, you will come to an even more shocking conclusion. A place near water in the world is equivalent to the dojo of sword cultivator Chen Qingliu?

If we make a bold assumption, after three thousand years of silence, quietly sharpening the edge of the sword, now the long river of time, to Chen Qingliu, is it a kind of water in a broad sense?

What's more, being able to delete the name of a natal flying sword, upgrade it from a double-character flying sword to a single-character flying sword, and then polish it to perfection, this is where Chen Qingliu's heritage and confidence lies today.

This is also a gift from the great road that completes the merits of the dragon-slaying battle.

Three thousand years ago, there were countless dragons in the world, and there were more and more dragon palaces in the rivers and seas on land and sea. The Confucian Temple needed to write a separate book for them. The sons and grandsons of the dragon, who enjoy great achievements in the book of merit, act rebelliously and refuse to be controlled by the gods of mountains and rivers. They go to war with various swordsmen and immortals, causing trouble and ruining their lives. In the end, they are separated from the Confucian Temple.

I have unknowingly fallen into a situation of "Heaven is disgusted".

You must know that the earliest ancient sword immortals, for example, just talking about the ancient Shu realm, did not go there to hunt for treasures, they simply couldn't stand it anymore.

Lu Shen, who seemed to be unable to float in the sea on a boat, once advised those ancient dragon kings with the highest status to restrain themselves and rectify them, otherwise their incense will be extinguished.

Do not believe.

It may also be that the long-standing evils are so deep that the illness is difficult to cure. Even if those Dragon Kings who have experienced the battle to reach heaven are unable to make a difference, even if they want to make a difference.

Wang Min said worriedly: "They are both swordsmen, one is an old fourteener, and the other is a young swordsman with excellent abilities and backgrounds. When they meet, it is easy to break up if they disagree."

Although he had recovered his realm cultivation and memory of his previous life, he still subconsciously regarded himself as a native of Lizhu Cave Heaven.

And Chen Ping'an is the most outstanding figure among the younger generation in his hometown. Wang Min does not want such a young man to be overshadowed and lost to everyone if his path is blocked.

He fell into a similar situation to a certain great monk in Aai Aizhou.

Daoren Ge smiled and said, "From what I heard, do you think you prefer Chen Ping'an more?"

Wang Min looked a little proud and said with a smile: "I am not familiar with fellow Taoist Qingzhu and have never met him. But back in the small town, I was optimistic about Chen Pingan very early. Maybe I can be regarded as the first , one?" (Note 5)

Taoist Ge nodded and said with a smile: "When Master Chen met the poor Taoist who had never met him before, at most he would call you "Senior" or "Mr. Ge Xian" out of courtesy. When he meets you again, he should sincerely call you "Grandpa Wei".

The title deed to the immortal tomb outside the town is still in the hands of the Wei family.

Even though the Song family of Dali was at the pinnacle of the dynasty in a country or a continent, they did not embarrass the Wei family of Taoye Lane in this matter, asking the latter to hand over the land deeds and buy and sell by force.

Just because the specific layout of the method of trapping the dragon in Lizhu Cave was all created by the predecessor Wang Min, the realm of the Immortal Cemetery is the reward that the successor Wei Benyuan deserves.

At that time, his master issued a decree, asking him to pick up his junior brother, Wei Benyuan from Taoye Lane, a Taoist priest who should never discuss Yin Yang and the Five Elements with Zou Zi.

In fact, the predecessor Wang Min was not a direct disciple, but an unnamed disciple of Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou.

And this happens to be where Wang Min's heart lies. He wants to prove himself so much that he already has the qualifications to pass on.

Xie Gou looks down on the Taoist priests in today's world. She feels that today's Qi refiners are not tenacious enough to seek Taoism.

Not always, there are always exceptions.

Because Brother Ge had revealed the secret earlier, Wang Min complained: "What did Yu Zhenren think, why did he have to let Chen Ping'an wade through the muddy water? A rich man who has never worried about money in his life just borrowed some money, and in his heart Aren’t you happy?”

Daoren Ge joked: "Junior brother, I just stand and talk without pain in my back. Why don't you borrow so much money to go out and give it a try?"

Wang Min laughed loudly and said: "I want to have hundreds or even thousands of gold and copper coins. I would have borrowed them a long time ago."

Daoren Ge asked: "Junior brother, do you have one?"

Wang Min said: "I don't have it. That's why I said it. I got it for free."

Daoren Ge stretched out a hand, "What a coincidence, I happen to have five hundred gold and copper coins on hand. I will lend it to you first, and then you will lend it to Chen Pingan. Let's negotiate the interest first, and then you will calculate the interest with Chen Pingan?" Whether it’s a loss or a profit, we brothers and sisters, each depends on his own ability?”

Wang Min pushed his senior brother's arm back hard, but it couldn't be pushed back and the situation was deadlocked.

Taoist Ge smiled and said: "Zhenwu Mountain has already expressed its opinions. Junior brother, you, the elder from the same village who first saw the promise of Chen Shanzhu's road, don't you mean it?"

Wang Min smiled bitterly and said, "It's better to keep a respectful distance."

Taoist Ge retracted his hand, "Then let's make a compromise. The Wei family can return the immortal tomb to the Song family in Dali."

Wang Min nodded and said: "Junior brother will write a letter immediately and send it to the ancestral home in Taoye Lane."

Taoist Ge said to himself: "It is a fact that Chen Qingliu is close to Luopo Mountain."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have had so many drinks with Chen Lingjun.

The little boy in Tsing Yi, the river snake in Huang Ting Kingdom, the Nascent Soul Realm water dragon that has successfully desecrated it, the enshrinement of Luopo Mountain, and the blank front page of the passerby's book, all dare not write their names.

If you include Jia Sheng, the blind Taoist priest who Chen Qingliu first attached to, and the two from Luzhou in Beiju, the coachman was busy in vain, and the Confucian scholar Chen Zhuoliu could all join the table.

They are all Chen Lingjun's close friends who met irreversibly in their own world.

Every time Daoren Ge thinks of this matter and imagines this scene, he feels... speechless.

Above the sea, blue light appeared.

Daoren Ge's heart was shaken and he took a deep breath.

Wang Min, who knew the pros and cons, was even more nervous.

Chen Qingliu came to the top of the mountain in an instant, shook his sleeves, and joked: "You two Taoist priests, are you so worried about worldly affairs?"

Taoist Ge asked: "Have you met Master Chen?"

Chen Qingliu nodded and said, "I see."

Wang Min asked: "How to say?!"

Chen Qingliu smiled and asked: "If I remember correctly, Ge Xianjun and I have a half-baked relationship, and I am very familiar with fellow Taoist Wei? Have I, noble one, forgotten things?"

Wang Min smiled and held fists with the swordsman named Qingzhu to apologize.

Chen Qingliu nodded, "He has a low moral character and a high spirit, which is exactly the opposite of Zou Zi."

Wang Min's face was full of embarrassment and he didn't dare to answer the question.

Taoist Ge said: "Friend Qingzhu, please stop showing off."

Chen Qingliu stretched out his hand and brushed his sleeves. There seemed to be sword energy left, and the electric light intertwined and crackled, making Taoist Ge's eyelids tremble.

Chen Qingliu said: "Anyway, since I owe Mr. Qi a huge favor, I have to give his junior brother an equally huge favor."

The first person to uncover "Jia Sheng" back then was the scholar Qi Jingchun.

Qi Jingchun also took the initiative to invite Chen Qingliu's real body, and the two parties had a pleasant conversation and had a drink.

Later, because Qi Jingchun took over the affairs, he took on all the causes and effects accumulated by Lizhu Cave Heaven for three thousand years, as well as all the counterattacks of heaven. At that time, Wang Zhu had not yet regained his true dragon status, which was equivalent to Qi Jingchun helping to take the sword, allowing Chen Qingliu, who was still in the Ascension Realm at the time, to bear the backlash of the true dragon's energy. Chen Qingliu never likes to owe anyone anything, so he must pay it back.

Previously at Donghai Mansion, the smart young man knew that instead of recruiting reinforcements with the old scholar and Li Sheng, he invited Mr. Qi who did not call him Senior Brother Qi, Qi Jingchun.

This forced Chen Qingliu to repay the favor early.

Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "Don't worry, a poor boy who was an orphan from Mu Ping Lane and grew up eating the food of hundreds of families has his own reasons to become Master Chen Shanzhu who is famous today."

Taoist Ge was silent.

Wang Min still couldn't help but said: "Did Master Chen call the Literary Saint?"

Daoren Ge shook his head, thinking too simply.

Unlike his junior brother Wang Min, Taoist Ge has always paid attention to the sky, not to the figure of Xuan Xuan, but to... the ceremonial saint!

Chen Qing said with an exultant laugh: "How can we stop it after calling the old scholar? The only fourteen realms that can be reached by Renhe's method are the three continents of Hedao Fuyao, Baoping and Tongye."

Wang Min clicked his tongue.

Chen Qingliu said calmly: "When I decide to hand over the sword, no matter how shameless I am, I can't stop it."

In the sea, in that water house, even if the old scholar came in person, he really couldn't stop Chen Qingliu from handing over his sword to behead his head. That's why Chen Qingdu suggested that Chen Ping'an should also call the ceremonial saint.

If Li Sheng is willing to return to Haoran from outside the world, Chen Qing will not be able to kill Wang Zhu for the time being.

But next, your Chinese Confucian Temple will be on guard against thieves.

Chen Qingliu would definitely admit that Li Sheng was very capable in fighting, but he still couldn't do it to detain him and go to Gongde Forest.

Unless the Li Sheng is willing to strip Wang Zhu of his true dragon identity, Chen Qingliu will accept his defeat no matter whether he falls down or goes to jail in the Merit Forest.

The problem is that Li Sheng cannot do such a thing.

So if that young man, who has many backers and is a swordsman in the Immortal Realm, dares to ignore the seriousness and is in danger without knowing it, he really thinks that with his own strength and a few harsh words, he can stop the really angry Chen Qingliu, then kill the True Dragon King Zhu first, and kill Chen Pingan as well.

As for the kid's method of saving his life, there must be some tricks to the bottom of the box.

It's better to become a ghost.

It's a pity that someone has already reached the ghost path first. If you want to achieve the fourteenth realm of the Tao through this, it is destined to be a luxury.

Sorry, in addition to the Fourteenth Level Sword Cultivator, I also have a good apprentice.

As a master, I never know what Zheng Huaixian wants to do. It's even less certain whether he will get involved in this matter.

The problem is, can your Confucian Temple determine Zheng Juzhong’s true thoughts?

Then don't bet.

Daoren Ge glanced at the sword spirit on his sleeve and asked curiously: "What's going on?"

Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "A girl in a mink hat popped up out of nowhere. She said she wanted to see with her own eyes whether my swordsmanship is worthy of the Fourteenth Realm."

Daoren Ge asked: "Is it Bai Jing who has reached the Ascension Realm?"

Chen Qingliu nodded and said, "It's her."

This question of swordsmanship will end as soon as the point is made, without harming the harmony.

Mainly because Bai Jing acted strangely and seemed to have been stabbed on purpose.

Daoist Ge understood clearly.

This makes sense and makes perfect sense.

"Xiao Mo", at most, is asking the young master to ask swordsmen.

As for Bai Jing, he was a master who dared to sneak up on the ancient scholar's convoy and rain down a sword like a heavy rain.

Daoren Ge asked: "How is her swordsmanship?"

Chen Qingliu had no idea of ​​answering this question.

Daoren Ge just waited patiently for the next chapter, as if he wanted Chen Qingliu to give a fair evaluation.

For example, among the worlds in this world, are there any swordsmen with a similar level of swordsmanship and lethality to hers?

How does the junior brother Lu Yue, who is also unnamed by his master, compare to the current Ascension Realm Sword Cultivator Bai Shang? How big is the gap?

Or is there any sign of Bai Jing's coming together in the near future? In the next hundred years, in a good year, will she have any chance of coming together?

Chen Qingliu didn't answer the question a bit, "This is the sword cultivator."

Sword cultivator Bai Jing is what he thinks a pure sword cultivator should look like.

Taoist Ge said, "I am planning to go to the Buddhist Kingdom in the West. Are you interested in traveling with me, Taoist Qingzhu?"

Chen Qingliu thought for a while, nodded and said, "You can go over there and have a look."

Wang Min felt complicated.

I have forgotten, but I don’t know who gave me a strange, profound and incomprehensible evaluation.

A swordsman in this world is a martyr.

Wang Min suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and asked: "Friend Qingzhu, you are a monk in the old fourteenth realm, how do you view the new fourteenth realm?"

Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "How do you see it? You don't even look at it."

Wang Min was speechless again.

Taoist Ge knew the reason. It was not that Chen Qingliu thought too highly of himself. Once he reached the fourteenth realm with seniority, he could accumulate Taoist power, widen the road, and make a so-called single-plank bridge extremely wide and have a deeper realm, especially for people like People like Chen Qingliu can use the results of the dragon-slaying battle to sharpen their swords and make great strides forward. Furthermore, those in the New Fourteenth Realm who were blessed by that heavy rain were either pushed by external forces, pulled by others, or even worse, took some unorthodox shortcuts. In the end, It is not as good as the old blind man and Chen Qingliu who forged their own path, which is equivalent to creating their own destiny, forcing their way in, and uniting the world with their own strength. From then on, the sky is high and the sky is high and the freedom is great.

Chen Qingliu put his hands behind his back and looked calm.

Those who don’t know me call me crazy, and those who know me call me arrogant.

What is true freedom? I only bow to myself.

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Note 1, Chapter 854 "A Bird in a Cage"

Note 2, Chapter 950 "Things to Come"

Note 3, Chapter 790 "Preparing for War"

Note 4, Chapter 1079 "Half of the Book of the World"

Note 5, Chapter 32 "Peach Leaves"