Sword of Coming

With a smile on his face, Chen Ping'an flicked his sword with his fingers. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, making a clanging sound. The sword's aperture spread out in circles, illuminating his whole face with energy and great freedom.

The bird in the cage bumps into the wall with a slight flutter of wings, the frog in the well looks at the sky like a boundary painting, we, who hate each other and have a hard time with each other, can finally say a few big words to the world, and in our hearts talk.

When Jiang She heard this, instead of making any sarcasm, he felt somewhat enlightened, "This finally makes sense."

Climbing mountains to seek immortality, what are you afraid of? People who practice Taoism are afraid of the eventuality, and become ten thousand.

After all, Jiang She is not in the fifteenth realm, and it is difficult to escape from this path. There are still ups and downs of calamities, which are inevitable. Jiang She glanced at Chen Ping'an and said, "The real Taoist age is a bit too young."

If you win, you will inevitably be suspected of being defeated by force. If you lose, it will be even more disastrous.

On the other hand, if this young sword cultivator loses, it will be an honor even if he loses. But if he wins, the future trend of the world will be even more unimaginable. Just say how will Zou Zi, the fortune teller, deal with himself then?

Jiang She curled his lips and used a little magical power to crush all these emotions and thoughts in the center of his heart and turn them away.

The battle to ascend to the sky is a calamity with swords and soldiers. The Dao went astray. He wanted to take the initiative and occupied the ruins of the ancient heaven. He weakened the world and only respected the military. A common killing was a calamity.

After being imprisoned for ten thousand years, another calamity occurred. It seemed that he had escaped from the calamity, but it was the time when the great calamity was approaching. When Jiang She's Taoist heart was revived and he wanted to organize his military affairs again, the Taoism prevailed and followed him like a shadow.

Jiang She's fate as the founder of the military strategist was naturally the great opportunity that others coveted.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to participate in this thrilling gamble. Ordinary monks, as long as they are not in the Fourteenth Realm, no matter if you are in the Ascension Realm, as long as your life is not hard enough, I am afraid that if you get even a little closer, you will be catastrophically destroyed. Tao Yun was in trouble and turned into a burst of dust and ashes. But even a monk in the Fourteenth Realm dares to intervene easily? Definitely keep a respectful distance and watch from the sidelines. For example, Fu Lu Yuxuan, who is in harmony with the Dao and the time, and those who are in the right place. Who is willing to get involved in this situation? If he is not careful, his Dao will be stuck in the mud, unable to extricate himself, and he will fall into a situation that will never be recovered.

Jiang She felt a little aggrieved and couldn't help but laugh and curse, "Cui Chan, that bastard."

He had previously thanked Xiuhu and expressed his gratitude. Don’t you want to help count the money if you don’t want to be cheated?

Apart from complaining a few words, Jiang She really didn't want to express his feelings. Wouldn't it be more aggrieved to compete with a dead man and arm-wrestle?

Jiang She had many ideas. When he returned to the world this time, he wanted to conspire to usurp the throne and replace himself. Chen Ping'an, a former hidden official, was also one of them. However, after derivation and calculation, the possibility of Chen Ping'an was extremely low.

The biggest reason is not that Chen Pingan is too young and his level is not high enough for the time being, but that Chen Pingan does not have such big ambitions.

In addition, Chen Ping'an's biggest imaginary enemies are Bai Yujing and Yu Dou. For both parties, it is a personal grudge.

Unexpectedly, Chen Pingan changed his mind temporarily, withdrew the long sword in his hand and asked him to withdraw from the battlefield. With a flash of sword light, the long sword appeared near the leaning pillar in the northwest that connects the sky and the earth. Chen Pingan moved slowly, and rolled up the sword. He lifted up his sleeves, shook his wrists, and said with a smile, "Then as you wish, practice your hands first, so that the younger generation can fully experience the tremendous power of the eleventh realm martial artist..."

Before Chen Pingan could finish what he said, Jiang She was already close and struck Chen Pingan in the heart with a punch. Chen Pingan's robe and hair on his temples flew into the air, and a clear and melodious sound of jade chimes sounded between heaven and earth. That was Chen Pingan's heart. The bones in Ping An's body trembled, and his body flew more than a thousand feet upside down like a kite with broken strings. Golden blood oozed from the seven orifices on his face and floated to the ground.

Jiang She succeeded with one blow, and showed no concern for the strange golden blood. The next moment Jiang She caught up with Chen Pingan, folded his hands on top of each other, and with his fingers like hooks, he stabbed straight into Chen Pingan's chest and suddenly thrust out. Damn it, Chen Ping'an's body was torn apart on the spot.

Jiang She squinted his eyes and stood still, wiping away the golden blood that was splashed on his face. His face and palms made a squeaking sound, and wisps of green smoke rose up into the sky. Jiang She was unaware of the burning sensation and looked around. The golden blood that had previously scattered on the ground was not stained with dust. Instead, it had its own vision, and each of its avenues was manifested. When it landed, it turned into a series of mountains lined with beautiful buildings and jade buildings. They were as small as earth mounds, and each one was opened with hundreds of thousands of mountains. The rivers of water palaces and palaces are as small as ropes. What is even more mysterious is that in the majestic Dayue Mountain, there are indeed blue cranes singing, true kings preaching and fairies scattering flowers. In the winding rivers, here there are vast misty waves. , The small boat on the rapids and shoals was like an arrow... Jiang She sneered, still pretending to be a ghost, really thinking that he was God.

Jiang She slightly dispersed his consciousness, combined with deduction and mental calculation, followed the trend of the water veins of the long river of time and the direction of the circulation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, like a **** patrolling the territory, all over the site without missing a thing. The art of war that can go down in history is one of the most famous experts in geography. Which one is not the top expert? Jiang She twitched the corner of his mouth and found you, kid. Jiang She did not shrink down to the mountains and rivers. Instead, he drew his empty bow like a full moon. The **** holding the "bow string" suddenly released, and an "arrow" was thick. It's like the mouth of a well, but it's not a straight line, but like a big wild dragon and snake swimming across the ground.

In a certain place, it was as if thousands of mirrors were smashed by arrows one after another, and countless colored glazes burst into pieces, creating a brilliant and dazzling light.

Chen Ping'an first set up the formation with his powerful fists. It was a whimsical idea. Instead, he used the iron cavalry chisel formation in the boxing book to block the power of the incoming arrow. Then he tried to use a normal iron cavalry punch. He tried to carry the arrow in the formation, but it was in vain. Not only was his fist smashed by the arrow, but his entire arm was also shattered... Where he stood, Chen Pingan had lost an arm, and the ground was covered with golden blood. , this time a large area of ​​golden flowers and trees appeared on the ground, varying in height and swaying, like a fairy garden.

The fists of the eleventh realm are indeed unstoppable.

Chen Pingan remained motionless and expressionless. Millions of golden threads spread out from the broken arm on his shoulder, and returned to its original shape in the blink of an eye.

As expected, the road to martial arts and becoming a **** is the most straightforward. In ancient times, it was the "clear stream" of the true path, while refining qi and becoming an immortal was the turbid stream.

To put it simply, the fists and kicks of the eleventh realm were unstoppable, but on today's battlefield, Jiang She didn't seem to be able to use them against his half-one self.

After receiving the solid verification, Chen Ping'an felt a little relieved, so he reciprocated the favor and said, "I also feel a little embarrassed for my senior."

Jiang She didn't take it seriously and asked, "I heard that you have a special boxing technique called Shenren Drumming Style. You learned it from Cui Cheng of Aquarius Continent. Isn't it tacky?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It's not tacky."

Jiang She smiled and asked, "Grandmaster Chen, you don't think that the Eleventh Realm is really worth it, right?"

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully, "Otherwise?"

Jiang She said calmly, "There is no doubt that boxing is a good boxing. But if Cui Cheng is here, I can teach him what the real god's drumming style is."

It is said that Chen Ping'an, the second shopkeeper at the Great Sword Qi Wall who was not doing his job as a slave, fiddled with the seals of Baijianxian and Jianjianxian.

For thousands of years, Jiang She has lived in seclusion in the mountains, overlooking the world. Several martial arts schools in the world are prosperous. If a book of one hundred fists is compiled, martial artist Cui Cheng has two or three fists and can enter it.

Chen Ping'an raised his eyebrows. He wanted this ancestor of the military strategist to learn the simple language of his hometown town, but when he said it, he changed his words and said, "We'll see."

Jiang She clicked his tongue and said, "It's such an afterthought. No wonder he lost to Cao Ci four times in a row. It's not unfair at all."

Although Jiang She didn't show any signs of taking action, Chen Ping'an opened his fists as if facing a formidable enemy, and punched the sky with a cloud that flooded the area.

It turned out that Jiang She's first punch had already used the god-beating drum style.

The majestic fist was like a thick sea of ​​clouds. The immortal in the sky stretched out his palm and pressed down. In an instant, it sank low and fell, trying to connect with the ground and merge into one.

After a while, except for where Chen Pingan was standing, the ground for dozens of miles had sunk seven to eight feet. Those shocking cracks and ravines were all the palm joints and hand lines.

Chen Pingan raised his hand to wipe his face, shook his head, and poured out the blood in his ears.

The power of just one punch was like an overwhelming catastrophe.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath. It wasn't that he couldn't bear the pain. To be honest, this injury was nothing.

But that kind of suffocating feeling like seeing the sky with fists is really hard to bear.

Jiang She sneered and said, "If you are a layman watching the excitement of the fourteenth level and the ascending level Qi practitioner, and underestimate the eleventh level of martial arts, that's it. You are a martial artist who has reached the level of perfection and is approaching the state of perfection. You are a person who has entered the palace. , dare to take it lightly?"

"Aunt Feng, who is now hiding in the capital of Dali, didn't tell you how heavy Jiang She's punches were on the way to heaven? And how did the man who worked as a coachman for Nanhao receive two punches back then? That made the first crack appear on his golden body?"

As he spoke, Jiang She was still standing in the distance, not even breathing, so he punched another dozen punches at once, leaving Chen Ping'an with no way to hide. He could only receive the punches and rely on his physical strength to carry it down.

Jiang She shook his head, "You and Cui Cheng, after all, are just at their limit, unable to support the true meaning of this type of boxing, and unable to truly carry it forward."

"You think I'm stealing a punch?"

With a look of disdain on his face, Jiang She asked and answered himself, "It's just that ten thousand years later, there was a warrior named Cui who happened to be in the same place as me."

After more than thirty punches, Chen Pingan's almost pure golden body collapsed on the spot. As soon as he gathered his figure in the distance, more than twenty punches arrived.

Groups of golden light scattered and gathered together. On the ground, there were large craters that suddenly collapsed and a series of muffled thunder and vibrations.

If you change the battlefield and change the opponent, wouldn't it be like picking up grass to kill Ascension?

Jiang She seemed to feel a little bored, a little unable to cheer up, and yawned.

Regardless of the situation on the battlefield, Jiang She turned to look at the long sword and asked the biggest question in his heart, "What did the co-leader of the Heavenly Court think?"

——

Country school.

After having had enough wine and food, Jiang Shangzhen lay on the wicker chair, gently shook the cattail leaf fan like the old cook, and said with a soft smile, "Ning Ji, your background is actually unusual."

Ning Ji was a little surprised. She didn't know why Mr. Jiang took the initiative to bring up this topic, but hesitated to speak.

After spending these days together, Ning Ji really admired Mr. Jiang's ability to do as the locals do in the countryside. He could spend hours chatting among the farmers and village women, crossing his legs and making jokes, only talking about a few things in the village. Even local dogs are willing to follow Mr. Jiang.

Ning Ji had been to Luopo Mountain and heard some things. When he came back here, he almost forgot Mr. Jiang's titles and some of his reputation on the mountain.

Jiang Shangzhen continued to ask, "Is it understandable if I say this?"

Ningji nodded.

Jiang Shangzhen deliberately wanted to get to the bottom of the problem, "Then I'm curious, how do you understand it? Let's see if there is any deviation between what you think and what I guessed."

Ningji hesitated for a moment, then chose to say frankly, "If it was just my husband who accepted me as a student, I might not think much about it. At most, after thinking about it, I would feel that it was probably a kind-hearted gentleman who felt compassion for me. I was lucky enough to meet Mr. But there was an extra Headmaster Bai Yujinglu, and he said that I could regard him as a...little master. Then unless I am a fool, I should know that things are not that simple."

Jiang Shangzhen hummed, "So in order to accept a student like you, our Master Chen has taken on a lot of responsibility and affected a lot of cause and effect. As a result, it is inevitable that there will be more accidents."

Ningji was silent.

"Be patient, don't be anxious. I am not telling you this truth to tell you to study hard and practice diligently so as not to waste your resources and qualifications. It is also not to burden you. It seems that every tomorrow of Ning Ji will be from now on. I have to live a very tired life to be worthy of Chen Pingan's choice yesterday. That's not the case. To be honest, if I have this intention and Chen Pingan finds out one day, with his temper, he will insist on killing me. If you beat the **** out of it... Mr. Jiang will no longer be able to be the chief worshipper."

Perhaps Jiang Shangzhen's words were humorous, and Ning Ji grinned, feeling a little more relaxed.

Jiang Shangzhen continued, "I just hope that a young man who has had a rough life but finally waited for the good times, if he encounters something that feels aggrieved and can't be explained, he can stop feeling so aggrieved and tell himself a few words in his heart. It's okay. Be more patient, read more, and think about it again. Even if you don't understand, there will always be one or two people who can help you solve the problem in the future. At worst, you can go complain to your husband."

Ningji nodded and said, "Remember it."

Jiang Shangzhen sat up, handed the cattail leaf fan to Ning Ji, and said, "I have to go far away."

Ning Ji asked softly, "Mr. Jiang, what is this?"

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said, "Do something big that doesn't need to be spread."

Ning Ji was a little worried about Mr. Jiang and hesitated to speak again.

Jiang Shangzhen said, "Your husband said something strange to me at that time. He said that it was because of this that he had to protect you even more. I can barely understand this idea, but I definitely can't do this."

"Just because I think Jiang Shang is really the only one in the world. I don't look like anyone, and no one looks like me. But Chen Pingan feels that he looks like many old people, and many young people will look like him."

Standing next to the wicker chair and Ning Ji, Jiang Shangzhen laughed at himself, "I can't even understand this."

Standing in the shaky world, hiding in a stable heart.

Maybe each of us has a closed heart house, big or small.

The road outside the door, which may be wide or narrow and leads to the distance, is probably called a dream.

Before Jiang Shangzhen left, he asked, "Ning Ji, tell me, your husband and I are two different people, how come we got together? We have a good relationship?"

Ning Ji shook his head, "Mr. Jiang, let me think about it? Can you explain the answer after you return to the school to teach?"

Jiang Shangzhen laughed and said, "What are you thinking about? Don't you already have the answer? You guessed it right, it's just one word, money!"

——

Yuan Ying deliberately fell at the end of the team, separated from the team for a long distance, and walked alone on the road in a foreign land. The unknown wild flowers were blooming gorgeously and the fragrance was fragrant. Yuan Ying lifted up her embroidered shoes and gently brushed through a field of delicate yellow flowers nearby. She turned around to look at the short flowers from time to time, as if waiting for someone to catch up.

She was born in the blessed land of Shiyu in the Qingming world. The two preachers were both Haoran monks. The first master, Liu Qi, and the second master, Cao Zu, had both the reputation of preaching and the kindness of raising her up.

Sure enough, Liu Qi appeared soon. The white-clothed Qing looked like an immortal, with a gentle expression. He encouraged him with a few words of encouragement to this disciple whom he regarded as his own. In fact, there was not much to talk about in the monastic affairs. After all, Yuan Ying was so kind. Immortal material, cultivation is like the breath of an ordinary master.

Liu Qi took the initiative to chat about the elusive night ship, giving Yuan Ying the opportunity to board the ship for a visit, such as visiting Entry City and Lingxi City over there.

Yuan Ying joked, "Master, it would be more lively if you join our sect with the second master."

Liu Qi looked up at the team in front of her, shook her head and said nothing.

In addition to Zhang Fenghai, who is already at the fourteenth level of cultivation steadily, there is also Wufu Fengru, who is one of the ten people in Qingming World.

There is still Lu Bixia, one of the ten candidates, who serves as the master in charge.

The female founder of Yongzhou Xianzhang Sect, her master is Xingyuan, her Taoist name is "

"Photography Cloud". She is responsible for taking care of the sect's money bag. She is not a high-level person, but has a lot of authority.

For such a sect, no matter how small the number of people is, no one dares to underestimate it.

At the front of the team, the deputy sect master stood beside the sect leader, "Sir sect master, as long as we get rid of that white-skinned man in Luzhou, Beiju, we will be the sect with the smallest number of people! Are you not moved?"

Seeing that the sect master was unmoved, Lu Tai continued to persuade, "I heard that he has just entered the Ascension Realm a few days ago. It doesn't matter that Bai Shang is a sword cultivator. After all, the realm is unstable. Just a big group of us, noisily and swarming up, Bai Dajian Isn’t it possible for the immortal to get into chaos? When his Taoist mind is in chaos, Brother Xinxin slams down his fist with his big fist. Lu Zhanglu follows up with another Taoist spell, and I can take advantage of the chaotic black tiger to dig out its heart and kill it with one blow..."

Although they had only known each other for a short time, Anonymous still admired Lu Tai's shamelessness and lack of tone in his words. At the same time, Fenghai's arrogance becomes even more overwhelming. How can he really bear it when someone makes such noise in his ears every day? Not feeling upset?

Zhang Fenghai smiled and said, "You just need to turn a deaf ear to it. Over time, you will get used to it. If you don't talk to him, see if he can chatter a few thousand words at a time. Just treat it like listening to someone's story for free."

Anonymous smiled and nodded, "It's indeed a good idea."

Master Xingyuan rolled his eyes and said, "Deputy Sect Leader Lu, stop talking nonsense and talk more seriously."

Even when she is away from home and traveling across the world, she still wears the same attire as Bai Yujing Yanxia Cave. She is a dark-faced and slender woman. She has a wooden hairpin in her hair, a sarong skirt and cotton shoes, and she is like a woman who works in the countryside all year round. Like a young woman, walking among this majestic team of immortals, the master's palace looked very eye-catching.

Lu Tai complained, "Do you understand the rules of officialdom if you don't use a deputy when addressing an official position?"

The master was helpless and said to Zhang Fenghai in his heart, "Sect Master, why don't you make a sect rule and simply not allow Lu Tai to speak?"

Zhang Fenghai also turned a deaf ear.

Lu Tai coughed a few times, moistened his throat, and recounted some old stories, "In ancient times, gods and earth, the majesty of heaven was unfathomable, and a large number of witches appeared in the world. They They are responsible for entertaining the gods and offering praises to the worshipers. They are also called those who receive the gods. They are like interpreting the changes in the world and explaining the joys, sorrows and joys of God for us. However, because our human race is too weak in body, we are always dominated by monsters with strong bodies. The tribes hunted and killed them wantonly and used them as food. In the early days, the human race had almost no power to fight back, resulting in a lack of incense. The gods of the old heaven felt that this was not possible. One of the gods of the thunder tribe, with the might of heaven, took the lead in coming to the world to kill. The corpses of those stubborn monsters are piling up in mountains, but this will only cure the symptoms but not the root cause."

"How to do it."

"Either simply kill all the monsters that eat people everywhere, or let the humans who are worse than ants be a little...bigger. The Confucian scriptures of later generations have disputes between ancient and modern times, and there are also people. For example, we have They all belong to the category of modern people. The old guys like the ancestors of the military strategists are well-deserved "ancients". The gods began to give us a strong skin and a little more soul. The one soul and two souls of the ancients became It has become the three souls and six souls of today’s people.”

Lu Bixia asked, "Isn't it three souls and seven souls?"

Lu Tai smiled and said, "The last soul was found by the Taoist priests in ancient times after untold hardships. It was not a gift from the gods."

Master Xingyuan suddenly said, "No wonder later generations come to the temple to offer incense, sometimes three, six, or nine times."

Lu Tai glared and said, "I didn't say that! Couldn't it be the calligraphy and painting seal, or one or three used to supplement Yang in odd numbers?"

Lu Tai hurriedly put his hands together, muttered some words, and then said seriously, "The literati worked hard, the masters taught themselves, and wrote books and biographies. They are all described as the fragrance of the heart."

When the word "hunting" was mentioned earlier, Lu Tai deliberately glanced sideways at Anonymous.

Lu Tai turned his head, looked at Li Huai, and asked with a smile, "If a long river of time is an incense burner, Li Huai, guess what the new incense is?"

Li Huai shook his head. He has never been good at guessing puzzles and solving problems.

"Your seven souls are the incense burner, and your three souls are the incense."

After hearing such an incredible answer, Li Huai was shocked and inevitably wondered, what does "you" mean?

Lu Tai smiled and said, "The Taoist ancestor was the first to propose the way of heaven and the way of man. There is a word of 'consecration'. In this way, the gods in the ancient heaven are no longer the only orthodox way of heaven. 'The way of heaven' seems to be There is the embryonic form of the distinction between the old and the new. The paths of spiritual cultivation of Qigong masters, Taoist priests, scholars, and hundreds of schools of thought have the basis of the Great Dao."

"There is a road."

"It's still a legitimate path. After that, the young master, our ceremonial sage, connected the heaven and the earth and cast the Nine Cauldrons on the top of the mountain."

"Before that, how to breathe, eat, sleep, how to walk, why do we think, where do our thoughts come from, where do we go... and so on, the simplest questions have become the most difficult questions. Over time, it is the practice of practicing Qi, if you want to understand it, is to practice Taoism. During this period, of course, there was another spell falling like rain, which was like sending charcoal in the snow. A group of ancient 'Taoist priests' who practiced human form, even the golden body state The bottleneck was also broken. From then on, he became an immortal, covered the earth, traveled far away, resisted the breeze, rode on the clouds, his body was taller than the birds, went to the bright moon to enjoy the scenery, to the Sun Palace to hear the truth... With the mountain The peak state, the third level of the end, the energy is strong, the true state is restored, the spirit is reached..."

Hearing this, Li Huai couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Does heaven not care?"

Lu Tai felt worried, "Guan, how could you not ignore it?"

"The ants are a little bigger, but they are still ants. The Taoist priests and warriors gather together to keep warm, but they are still an ant nest in the earth. The gods came and killed the human world with blood flowing into rivers, and killed all the enlightened living beings to tremble. Don't dare to cross the thunder pool even half a step."

"Do you know how vast the territory of the human world was at that time? So much so that when gods came to the human world, they needed two ascension platforms as a path?"

"If we talk about martial arts and Taoism, they come from the same origin but have different currents..."

After all, every stick of incense smoke curling up in the human world is a divine way to the sky.

At this moment, Lu Tai's face turned pale as if he was struck by lightning, and he urgently warned, "No! There is an ambush!"

Anonymous couldn't help but feel a little nervous. After all, those who dare to come here to cause trouble are either fools looking for death, or first-rate strong players.

Yuan Ying was startled in the distance, Liu Qi said with a smile, "Really like this kind of person? Isn't it too unreliable?"

Yuan Ying was relieved to see her master look so casual, and said from her heart, "He is too pessimistic. When I see it, I can't help but feel sorry for him."

Liu Qi nodded, "I think I recognize Lu Tai."

On the side of the road ahead, a tall, thin old man with a pale appearance appeared out of thin air, a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance, just like the rich man and the porter.

Yuan Ying has two masters, so does Lu Tai.

Lu Tai was not surprised at all. The appearance of the two preachers was a matter of course, sooner or later.

In the mountains, there are only a handful of people who are instantly recognizable as soon as they mention their last names.

Zou, count one.

——

Jiang She never changed his breath of pure Qi.

From beginning to end, Chen Pingan had no power to fight back.

Countless golden blood was scattered on the ground, making an ancient battlefield site that had been reduced to ruins full of vitality. First there were mountains and rivers, then city passes, and then there were all kinds of markets, like a lifelike picture of the world. Just wait for "all kinds of characters" to settle in it, and then the country will have its owner and truly come to life.

The only flaw, the slight flaw in the white jade, is that more than seventy criss-crossing "ropes" have been stretched out between the sky and the earth. They are all long-lasting fists, like iron wires.

Cut off this piece of world that is as soft as tofu.

Jiang She just frowned slightly. He already thought highly of this person, but it seemed that he was more difficult to deal with than expected? The quick victory envisioned earlier is hard to succeed?

He looked at the long sword out of the corner of his eye.

Regardless of whether the old sword bar hanging on the stone arch bridge in Lizhu Cave is the sword spirit of the sword holder, or the real body of the sword holder, one of the five highest, it is actually not that important.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but as long as you form a contract with it, this is a road to heaven that is destined to not be abandoned halfway.

As a native kiln worker's apprentice, Chen Ping'an had this opportunity back then. On the road of spiritual practice thereafter, the real benefits this sword gave to the owner of the contract were too little and too little.

When Jiang She founded a military strategist, one of his main principles was that the right time, place, people, and everything should be directed to his own advantage.

Failure to make the best use of a "Sword Spirit" is simply a waste of resources.

A poor family that is too poor to take the blame has a study room worth tens of thousands of dollars, which is used as a decoration year after year. What to do? Do you go hungry every day and feast your eyes?

In Jiang She's view, perhaps there was a disagreement between Qi Jingchun and Cui Han, two senior brothers in the Wen Sheng Taoist lineage. They each held different views and were in conflict with each other. It was extremely difficult to reconcile the two sides' knowledge.

Qi Jingchun, who persuaded "Sword Spirit" to recognize him as his master, is a scholar who has read the books of sages, so he does not want Chen Pingan to be tainted with Taoism and his nature by foreign objects. He wants Chen Pingan to deliberately keep a distance from Sword Spirit and enter into an agreement of sixty years. , giving the latter more responsibilities, it is an invisible amulet that does not need to appear, it is just used to deter a small group of monks on the mountain top, not to act recklessly based on their realm cultivation. Whoever dares to break the rules will lose all the rules in the world.

In this process, of course, there are those who do not believe in evil and are ready to take action, so the ascended ZTE ancestor of Tongye Sect has become a ready-made example to remind the people behind the scenes.

You must know that even Du Mao's immortal slough is still Luo Luoshan's personal property. How could the genealogical monks of Tongye Sect’s Patriarch Hall not know the inside story of this matter at all? Who would dare to say anything?

Anyone who knows a little bit about Luopo Mountain and Master Chen will know why Chen Ping'an has always refused to call Qi Jingchun his uncle, and has always respected him as Mr. Qi.

The relationship between Qi Jingchun and Chen Ping'an is like a well-educated, well-read poetry and calligraphy teacher who taught a certain young boy in his scholarly family how to start a business and crafts. What the former taught was what the latter learned. They are all rushing to become saints and virtuous people. Suddenly one day, the older boy said that he no longer wanted to study, so he ran to the mountain, fell into the trap of a bandit, and rose up, saying that he would usurp the throne and become the emperor himself.

Precisely because everyone knew the great influence Qi Jingchun had on Chen Pingan, Jiang She felt extremely awkward when he heard Chen Pingan's heroic words of "establishing a religion and calling himself his ancestor".

If the same young Cao Ci had said such "rebellious words", Jiang She wouldn't have felt anything at all, at most he would have been slightly surprised.

Cui Chan admired the knowledge of meritorious service and mixed hundreds of schools of thought into one pot. A lake of slips forced Chen Ping'an to lose his golden literary courage. Not to mention reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, even if he read millions of books, traveled to several worlds, and traveled the entire world, he was still completely lost. The possibility of cultivating a natal character. Later, at the Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Ping'an combined half of the Sword Qi Great Wall and completely lost the opportunity for the Yin God to travel far away and leave the Yang God.

The key is that Cui Zhang's attitude towards Chen Ping'an has always been, like some official comments about Beijing's big plans, that his ability is too low, his qualifications are too poor, his Taoist heart is fragile, and he cannot be used in a big way.

When the truth comes out one day, what the two brothers Cui Chan and Qi Jingchun did was all a **** deception?

In the field of vision, Chen Pingan returned to his original appearance again, as if he had guessed what Jiang She was thinking. Chen Pingan smiled and said, "You may be mistaken. In our lineage of literary saints, Mr. Qi has the worst temper. Character and patience are the best." Okay, actually it’s Senior Brother Cui.”

"For example, the splitting of Zhengyang Mountain was something I learned from Senior Brother Cui. The success of Asking the Sword at Zhengyang Mountain and the need to erect a monument later was something I learned from Mr. Qi."

While talking and walking, those mountains and rivers scenes melted one by one like water flowing, becoming one with the owner.

Jiang She has really seen too many magical powers, so he is not surprised by this. It is okay. Chen Pingan's method is not too scary. Although it does not consume Taoism and spiritual energy, it does consume mental energy.

"Don't you think there are still too few opportunities to fight with the martial arts master in this life? I will let you eat until you vomit."

"Pei Bei, Zhang Tiaoxia, Li Er, Song Changjing, Wu Shu, Ye Yunyun, Wang Fushu, these few limits, let them and you each perform a few punches at their peak, is that enough?"

The warriors who had been "named" by Jiang She and ordered out one by one formed a horizontal line between him and Chen Ping'an.

Just like that battlefield, with spears and halberds, they are dignified and invincible. Formation is formed at the end of the line, there is a wave of tide, and thousands of horses are ready for change.

Chen Pingan seemed to be waiting for this scene to appear.

Exhale gently, calm down your mind, and start running forward.

Jiang She didn't get the truth from the "Sword Holder", and was quite curious about it, so he had to ask, "Chen Qing is not a stingy person. You have done so many things for him, and you are half of the Sword Qi Great Wall." As a son-in-law, Chen Qing always owes money, wine, swords, everything, but refuses to owe favors. You are also a junior who caught his eye, so he should express himself no matter what. This gift, It's definitely not thin. Why do you feel that you are not in danger of death, so how much more should you hide it? Lest Bai Yujing's gang of fortune tellers get away with the secret, and next time the sword is really invincible, it loses the upper hand? "

Speaking of the words "truly invincible", Jiang She laughed to himself, "True invincible, what a good slogan. Why didn't Bai Jing grab it?"

At this moment, Chen Ping'an naturally had no time to distract himself from answering this question.

Just because Jiang She ordered more "Endless Warriors", the top heroes of all eras are all world-famous martial arts masters, each with their own invincibility.

Any punch they make is perfect and perfect.

Coincidentally, Jiang She only expended a little energy and did not need to mobilize even a trace of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Jiang She looked at the exhausted figure on the battlefield, and the more he looked at it, the more boring he felt, "Practice martial arts and boxing. In the end, you just get a body and a turtle shell. But one or two punches are your own." ?”

"I'm afraid of making mistakes by following the rules. I just follow the same path as my predecessors, but it saves me trouble and effort. How dare I hope to surpass Cao Ci?"

Jiang She saw that Chen Ping'an had half of his cheek knocked off with a punch from "Pei Bei", and his neck was almost broken by a mountaintop warrior from barbaric history...

Jiang She shook his head and lost his patience, "You, Chen Ping'an, dare to even hope to kill Jiang She and falsely claim to establish a religion and claim to be your ancestor?!"

After all, every Zijing martial artist only delivers the heaviest and most powerful punches in his life, giving Chen Pingan, who is surrounded by danger, some chance to breathe and breathe.

It seems that the boy is quite tough, and he can vaguely hear a few words in his hometown dialect.

Jiang She smiled and said, "Boy, show off your skills in front of me. Do you know what this is called? This is called..."

"Recognize your ancestors and return to your clan!"

On the other side of the battlefield, the dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun, and the figures of all the warriors gradually disappeared. All kinds of fists gathered and intertwined, and they had already condensed into a substance as thick as water.

Is it to be said that Chen Ping'an wanted to sharpen his martial arts by taking the boxing, and take the opportunity to break the bottleneck of the final level? In the midst of a life-and-death battle, with a dispute over the avenues, how dare you be so pretentious? Jiang She didn't know when he had changed his position. With a solemn expression, he gently raised the spear to "break the formation." It has been ten thousand years since people and things have fought bravely. Looking at the mustard seed figure in the distance, the ancestor of the military strategist seemed to be disappointed. Jiang She held a spear and walked slowly forward towards the increasingly clear battlefield. He said calmly, "There are no heroes who become famous. I don't know at all." The sky is high and the earth is high.”