Sword of Coming

The city is full of spring grass, but the entire north of the country, almost no longer see a spring outing of Wang Sungongzi.

The three riders who stopped and stopped, all the way north, unconsciously, have entered the summer.

This day is located on a small ridge road in the border of Shijiao State. The three rides stop and rest in the horse. They used to cook for cooking. The horses should dress in the mirror and squat in the little song. They are in a good mood. The green lacquered bronze mirror in her hand. It is a rare smashing spirit, it is a relatively rare solar moon and flame mirror, she used less than two or two silver, from the shopkeeper's eyelids in the hands of the shopkeeper bargained, placed in Xianjia At the ferry, according to the old monk who is in charge of the palm of his hand, he said that he could sell forty or fifty snowflakes.

Chen Pingan sat aside and looked at the books. Under the vast majority of the names, he had already painted a touch of Zhu pen. These are the ones that are willing to pay for their wishes. However, some of the willingness of ghosts and ghosts can only be put on hold for a while. In fact, Chen Ping and their two sides know well, and those wishes are likely to become the wish of the Buddhist language. In this life, regardless of yin and yang, It's hard to reach. Some femininity is knotted into a knot, grief and indignation, the feelings are hard to help, and the anger rises sharply. It almost turns into a head-to-head ghost. It can only rely on the few clear-hearted characters posted in the palace of the imprisoned prison to maintain the remaining ingenuity.

Ma Yiyi, who is "hardworking and family-friendly", did not complain that Mr. Chen wrote the Qingxin character again and again in this matter. If the aura is exhausted, he will make up again and continue to spend money on the gods. It is simply a bottomless pit.

This road, encountering a lot of ruined soldiers and horses scattered in the country, scattered in the mountains and jungles, became a stream of hooligans, gathering and arbitrarily looting the back of the grass, which is to support, for the heart The stock was so arrogant that he had to point the finger at the local counties and people of the country. At the end of last year, there were three heavy snowfalls, and the wars and chaos, the northern territories of the country, the people’s livelihoods, even those that were at most three or four hundred horses. What I ask for is only a small amount of grain, but in the scattered barren county towns on the border, every household is counting on the point where the grain is stored in the next crop, and it is still the appetite that cannot support the stone, so it cannot be Avoid conflicts, one to two, one to not starve to death, one to live for the sake of the country, and the conflict has become increasingly fierce.

Chen Pingan’s three rides encountered a conflict that almost turned into a **** killing. One of the young warriors wearing broken armor was almost cut into the shoulders of a thin old man. Chen Ping broke into it and took the one. The Shimao-style sabre, the instant dozens of riding the stone, the country's squadrons swarmed, Chen Pingan slammed his feet, and the man turned his back, Chen Pingan threw back his saber and inserted it back into the scabbard of the young warrior. The whole person was huge. The strength of the road is so strong that it retreats.

Chen Ping did not say anything afterwards, that is, the horse was standing on the streets of the town, and the hungry martial arts silently withdrew from the county.

Chen Ping and his team also slowly left.

Behind it, the local people began to shout loudly about those domestic wars. Whatever the ugly words are, what is the ability to fight the savage savage, bullying their own people, but it is more than a prestige, it’s **** on the battlefield, saves you from returning to the scourge. Own people. There are even people who suggest that you should give a reward for a big slap in the vicinity of a big county town.

After the rider left the county, the young warrior suddenly burst into tears.

A school-looking old military officer stopped his horse and shed tears. The entire team was yellow and thin, and almost everyone injured the team. It was also a stoppage, and it was awkward.

Chen Pingan let Ma Yiyi and Zeng Yi stay in place, and ride slowly.

At the peak of the day, there were more than 2,000 elite riders on the famous old-fashioned battalion of the border of the country. Nowadays, it has hit less than 80 rides, one by one.

Chen Pingan threw out a heavy bag and said with more and more skilled Shimin official words: "Scattered, took off the armor, took off the vest, and used the money as a return toll and a family fee."

The old military officer caught the bag and opened it. The inside was full of official gold ingots. The old man looked up and was puzzled.

Chen Pingan said: "If you don't want to give up, you can pick a few brothers who are active, pretend to be merchants, go to the county towns that have settled down, buy food, try to circumvent the big spy and scouts, buy less food each time. Otherwise, it is easy for the local government to be suspicious. Now who is your own person, I believe that you are not clear about yourself."

The old military officer asked: "Just like this? Don't ask for something?"

Chen Ping nodded and said: "You have no choice at the moment. Since it is already the worst situation, it is better to try it. If I want to rely on your dozens of heads, go to the state and county government that has already turned to Daxie. You are invited to enjoy the rewards. You don't have to be so troublesome. You may not see your martial arts. You are a pure Wufu, but you should be very clear."

The old military officer wants to stop talking.

Chen Pingan waved his hand. "I will help so much. I am not a good boy. Don't take me seriously."

The old military officer was stunned. He had to give up the idea that was really not very kind. After collecting the gold ingot that could save his life, he thanked the thin man in the blue cotton gown and said, "Mr. Gao Yi!"

Chen Ping’s fist and returning to the ceremony, leaving, as for the decision made by the stone country riding army, did not like the dog shop in the previous state city, for the choice of the young man, from the beginning to the end.

The old military officer had some food, and his name had not been asked.

At the time, Ma Yiyi met with Mr. Chen, who was returning to the horse. He said: "I said that I am not a good boy, actually?"

Chen Pingan laughed and said: "It’s a good habit to be seen when you see it."

Ma Yiyi just had to re-point the tip of the mang, saying that he had a few words, Chen Pingan had already been in a hurry, and had to rush to keep up with Zeng.

The horseshoe of the three rides, gently stepping on the vast land of spring blossoms.

At this moment, Ma Yiyi put down the bronze mirror and turned to look at Chen Ping, who had already closed the account book, and asked: "Mr. Chen, can we return to the Shujian Lake before entering the autumn?"

Chen Ping nodded and said: "Almost."

Ma Yiyi stretched out a lazy waist, accidentally hit the big bamboo box behind him, and quickly reached out and held it. Here, full of Dangdang, the baby objects that were bought at low prices in the recent three cities, even wrapped in silk satin pad, I am still worried that the guys who are particularly squeaky are broken. According to the old-fashioned ghosts living in the glazed glazed cabinets, these are the treasures of the world’s giants. In the troubled times, they are far less than real money, but once they have arrived in Taiping. In the prosperous world, even if it is only one of the small bird food cans, it will be worth two or three hundred and two silver. It is not difficult to meet the rich people who love this road and double the price.

These objects can actually be put into Mr. Chen's squats, but Ma Yiyi likes to stop the box every time, just open the box and turn it over, just like the little bronze mirror that I can't put it down, pick it up and have an eye addiction. Bitter, she is carrying herself.

Zeng Jun is now a veritable four-level monk. Ma Yuyi has better understanding and qualifications.

It’s just the real practice, but it’s better. This is the importance of the roots.

One is not too slow, one is not too fast, and now Zeng and Ma Yi are getting along, more and more harmonious, with some tacit understanding.

After eating the meal, Chen Pingan still habitually chewed slowly. He once squatted on the side, yelling at the rice, and asked casually: "Mr. Chen, my fist pile, is it going?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Sparse."

Zeng Yi lamented, he himself felt that his six steps, not to mention the handy, familiar, can not run.

Ma Yuyi fired on the oil road: "You are not a piece of martial arts. Even my layman is really good. Your boxing is empty and loose. You haven't even entered the room. Zeng Wei, is it still quite like what you think?" ”

Chen Pingan said to Zeng Wei: "Since martial arts, since it is not your main business, it is enough to strengthen your body and help you pull your muscles and bones. Otherwise, you will have a pure instinct and a sigh of aura. It’s not beautiful.”

Zeng Wei was bored and said: "Either you can't learn, or you can learn slowly, Mr. Chen, you are not in a hurry."

Chen Pingan gave amused, said: "If you are in a hurry, I will be anxious with you."

Ma Yiyi is dying and is about to speak.

Chen Pingan has raised his hand. "Shut up, don't continue to take Zeng Yi's practice and have fun. Also, about Zeng Yu's boxing is good or bad, you can see it is strange, it is the predecessor's casual comment, borrowed from you. Use it?"

Ma Yiyi smiled and picked up a pair of autumn water, long, do not speak, the default.

The three continued on and walked along the border of the country.

I came to the north of the Xianjiamen School called the Falling Mountain. The green hills stretched, the scenery was beautiful, and the aura was quite abundant. After the two monks, Ma Yiyi and Zeng Yi, they felt refreshed and couldn’t help but breathe a few mouthfuls. .

Many apocalyptic places, the people may not meet a monk in their lifetime, that is, this business, the merchants Xi Xixi begged for profit, the monks walked the world, will also subconsciously avoid the kind of apocalyptic land, after all, monastic, Paying too much attention, you need water hard work, especially the lower five monks, and the five-day gods under the land fairy, spending precious time in a place where there is no aura, is a kind of squandering.

Before the war continued, I reached the Shijiaguo Mountain. Later, somehow, many hills gathered together, faintly using the fallen mountain as the leader. The fallen mountain covers a wide area. Previously, it was the number of Xianjia Roads. It belongs to the kind of mountain martial art that has a large family business and few people, so it divides many hills of the fallen mountain and leases it to the monks who came to rely on the attached stone.

In just two years, the Falling Mountain has a good momentum.

I heard that there are quite a few Xianjia shops on this side. This is also the reason for Chen Ping’s trip. Since passing by, let Zeng Yi and Ma Yiyi’s dozens of messy spirits come to see if they can sell well. The price, all the fairy money that comes to the hand, belongs to them. As for how to "divide" afterwards, Chen Pingyi does not care, and Zeng Yi and Ma Yiyi discuss it by themselves, but it is estimated that Zeng Yi should eat a lot of losses, Ma Yiyi The savvy of the small abacus, the three Zeng Yi are not her opponent.

Chen Pingan thought that in the future, if she had to open a shop to do business, Ma Yiyi would be a good helper.

When it came to a hill outside the fallen mountain boundary, Chen Pingcai discovered that many refugees had been gathered. A market was built to be full of people and people, and there were many places on the way, and many places were breaking ground. Strong young men with strong bones and muscles, and many women and children who can walk into the fallen mountains alive, all of them are powerful, and the most important thing for Chen Ping’s peace is that there is a stone national temple that has been built, although rough, but there should be Court ritual system, there is no shortage. In addition, there are some monks who have built the guardianship of the mountain, and they are also busy.

This is probably the earliest prototype of a Xianjia Ferry or a mountain martial art.

The two monks saw Chen Ping, who was in the middle of the horse. In the face of these three strange faces, they all had some caution, secretly contacted, and the same monks gathered together from all sides, and the group shocked the foreigners.

Chen Pingan no longer hangs over the Qinghai Island for the worship of the jade card. There is nothing to do with it. One of the monks asked the road and said that he would go to the hill where the Zuozhishan Zushitang is located.

The same door monk headed by an old monk in Dongfu, after pointing to the road, until Chen Pingan left the market, he was relieved and continued to build the landscape.

No way, they are just the last sect, even if the refuge moved to the fallen mountain, compared to the other wealthy ancestral homes, they are not able to make too much fairy money, they can only be thrown here by the fallen mountain ancestral hall. On the other hand, when the door gods on the side of the Shandong Gate came, as long as there was trouble, such as the big iron horse riding down the mountain, it was not pleasing to the eye, and all the way to kill, they would naturally suffer the first, but they could only give the scalp Falling down the mountain to stop the disaster.

The creation, rise and inheritance of any mountain sect must contain hardships and humiliation.

It was only the old monk who was already one of the ancestors of the sect. He stood on a high platform and his eyes quietly stayed on a refugee child who was helping the mother to wipe the sweat. The old monk showed his heart. Smile, it’s a good seedling. After the fall of the ancestral temple, I’m going to pay for a small summer money, and a hill in a dozen square meters, to replace the mountain’s household registration, but he is arranging The public opinion rejected the good intentions of the fallen mountain, but intended to personally collect the child as a rumored disciple. Maybe after a hundred years or a hundred years later, there will be one more Dongfeng monk in the mountain gate, perhaps reaching the history of the mountain gate. The view of the sea of ​​ZTE’s ancestors is not an extravagant hope. When I think of this, the old monks are quite pleased. The brothers and sisters of their own ancestral halls, although very noisy at first, are now a small summer money, especially in vain. An extra mountain is of great significance. However, after truly rejecting the proposal of the Fallen Mountain Masters, they will become a city, and even the most embarrassing younger brother will make up their minds. On that day, the child will come up with a long-cherished spirit. Give it to the teacher.

After Chen Ping left the market, he suddenly looked back and asked, "What do you see?"

Zeng Yi and Ma Yiyi only felt inexplicable.

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Nothing, it may be my eyes."

Ma Yiyi joked: "Mr. Chen, half of the words, not good."

Chen Pingan laughed and said: "When you wait until you are alone, you will know half of the words. It is a university that is worth studying."

Ma Yiyi said: "Mr. Chen has become more and more eager to brag about his own skills."

Chen Pingan turned and held a fist on horseback, "a prize."

Ma Yiyi smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, you are like this again, but it is not Mr. Chen in my mind!"

Zeng Yi shook his head and said: "Where is it."

It is obvious that this boy still wants to be more toward Mr. Chen.

As a result, a sleeve that was stretched by Ma Yiyi was hit on the face, burning and burning.

Once annoyed with the fire: "The gentleman does not move."

This time, it is the turn of Ma Yiyi to shake his head. "Only the villain and the woman are difficult to raise. The saint said, this point does not understand?"

Chen Pingan smiled bitterly: "This sentence is not so understood, but you are willing to bury yourself, I think it is no problem."

Laughing all the way, Sanqi came to the real fallen mountain gate.

Compared with the two fairy hills that passed along the road, the place is very strong and there is no hole in the sky. Compared with the Huangyue Mountain, the aura is still a bit better.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a peaceful town surrounded by mountains and waters, or a larger village. Looking at the buildings, there should be more than a thousand people.

The so-called mountain style, no one, for a long time, it is the air loft, a passive water.

It’s just that many of the mountain singers who have not yet reached the summit are too lazy or disdain to think so.

Going to the village at the foot of the mountain, going to the mountain, going through the river, not the arch bridge, like a slender snake in the river, quietly on the back of the "it", there are villagers coming from the cattle, should It is going to work in the nearby fields. Behind the young man and the buffalo, there is a child riding a green bamboo. The mouth is shouting "driving", just like driving a horse.

Chen Pingan took the lead and stopped, giving way to the villagers and the buffalo who bent the corner.

After the villagers and the buffalo walked down the bridge, they were obviously very knowledgeable. They did not look at the three foreigners. But the child riding the bamboo horse, glimpsed the real horse, very curious, Chen Ping gave a smile to the child. The child also grinned and followed his father and the buffalo to continue on his way.

Zeng Yi feels interesting.

Above the misty and fallen mountains, there are often swords and rainbows that cut through the sky.

But the children obviously don't mind this. Instead, they are more curious about the horses around them. The child riding a bamboo horse often looks back.

Chen Pingan took the lead in taking the horse up the river and there were not many low stone bridges.

Halfway through, there are also villagers who need to go to the other side to wait quietly.

After walking down the stone bridge, Chen Pingyi nodded to them and the villagers smiled and nodded.

I have thought about it.

The same is true of Ma Yiyi.

At this time, Chen Pingan suddenly turned his head and looked at the sky.

In the sleeve, the small sword and the wooden coffin and the Qingxia Island are enshrined at the same time.

Regarding this matter, Liu Zhimao did not hide it at the beginning, and he could use them to pursue the footsteps of Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping has no objection to this.

A touch of snow and white light from the monk's rapid wind, coming from the fall of the fallen mountain, crashed into the ground.

It is an old monk of Qingxia Island with a look of urgency and aura, and is in charge of the secrets of the secret library and the fishing room.

This secret northbound journey, almost exhausted the aura of Zhang Biao's several life points, this is a kind of smashing path that is detrimental to the avenue, and it is inevitable to hurt the horse, even in the next eight hundred miles. It is the same reason to run a horse for a ride.

Zeng Yi first had a face full of joy. After all, Zhang Huan was the benefactor who personally took him out of the big fire pit in Maoyue Island. He only shut up when the teenager saw the face of Zhang Huan.

Chen Pingan helped Zhang Zhang, who was shaking in shape, and whispered softly: "Is there a change in the Shuji Lake?"

Zhang Wei said sadly: "It's a day!"

Chen Ping sighed. He actually had a expectation for this situation. However, because it was not the worst situation, Chen Ping did not do much to deal with it. In fact, he could not do much. Initiative.

After all, when manpower is exhausted.

Very simple, either the big lord will be Su Shan, or the person behind Liu Laocheng of Gongliu Island, began to enter.

Or simply the two sides join hands.

The grain of the island, Tan Yuanyi, turned his back, only seeking self-protection, and abandoning the covenant. Liu Zhimao was reluctant to retreat to the foundation of Qingxia Island, and was calculated and in danger. It was normal.

However, this is definitely not good news for Chen Ping, the current one.

The original book Jane Lake situation, Chen Pingan has touched the veins, the pair of chessboards that have been painstakingly managed, may have been turned over to the ground by casual players.

Zhang Hao plopped a sigh, "Please ask Mr. Chen to save the island owner!"

Chen Pingan shook his head and asked directly: "Gu Yu and his mother, have they been detained by Zhang’s predecessors?"

The sly Zhang Zhang looked up. "Suddenly, Qingxia Island can't do this. Even if it can, I won't do it because I know it will only be counterproductive. It can only save the island owner. Mr. Chen."

Chen Pingan helped Zhang Zhang and slowly said: "The old man of the chapter is talking. I will listen to it first, but to save Liu Zhimao, there is almost no such possibility. I believe that the old man’s way has already been understood. Running this trick is just about listening to the fate of people."

Zhang Hao gently nodded, smiled bitterly, and some gratitude in his eyes.

Chen Ping is a headache.

In the face of Zhang Wei, some words, just like before joking with Ma Yiyi, only said half, seeing break.

Zhang Huan is naturally a human being, but it is very likely that Zhang Huan is also clear, his own whereabouts have fallen into the eyes of some people with a heart, maybe somewhere in the fall of the mountain overlooking this place.

Therefore, Chen Ping did not fall into the grave and killed him with a punch.

In fact, it has been done right.

Chen Pingan said: "Let's walk as we walk."

Zhang Yu stabilized his heart and mind. The first sentence made Ma Yiyi and Zeng Yixin Lake, who had erected their ears, to sway. "Our island owner lost to an unidentified monk who has been seriously injured and detained in Miyagawa Island. Not only that, but the big iron rider will be Su Shan, who has personally drove to the Yunlou City on the bank of the Shu Lake, throwing a whip at the lake, threatening to stop the book, Hu Yexiu, who died in the first ten days."

The first thought in Chen Ping’s heart, the great monk who can strongly suppress Liu Zhimao, is the weaker of the Mohist Ranger, or the saint.