Sword of Coming

Before receiving the punch, an ancient armor suddenly appeared on Qing Tong's Yang Shen body.

This punch was too weird. Since it was invincible and inevitable, Qing Tong had no choice but to bear the punch. In addition to the snow-white robe, he also added a pair of armor to protect his body.

Obviously, Qing Tong didn't think that with his semi-superior martial arts physique, he could really receive this punch without relying on external objects.

After one punch, the precious armor on the white-haired old man shattered like a mirror and shot out like countless meteors.

Moreover, the old warrior's burly figure began to fall to the ground, but it was not in a straight line, just because this world was like a ball of wrinkled paper picked up by a child at will. Here, the direction of the flow of time has exceeded the world's understanding. , the so-called directions are all false, southeast, northwest, up, down, left and right, they are all twisted and folded. As a result, many seemingly adjacent areas are thousands of miles apart, and many seemingly separated by hundreds of thousands of miles are actually only separated by a millimeter or a step.

This made the figure of the white-haired old man shake and move around like a glass bead that had hit a bamboo tube.

Under normal circumstances, it would be a nightmare for such a pure martial artist to sit in this kind of world, and to be in it and fight against the Qi practitioners.

When the burly old man finally stopped, he tried his best to stabilize the chaotic atmosphere of the shaking mountains and rivers in his body. He lowered his head and looked at the broken armor on his body. The old man spit out a mouthful of blood, peeled off all the broken armor, and then waved, gathering the world. The remaining scattered pieces of broken armor, together with the fragments around them, finally recovered into a dull military armor pill.

Qing Tong was heartbroken. He had finally repaired this ancient divine armor to the point where it could be worn on his body. It would take years and months to restore it to its original appearance.

I just have to admit that Chen Pingan's punch was a bit heavy.

Qing Tong raised his hand, wiped away the blood on his face, shook his wrist, dropped the blood to the ground, and blended it into the world, and asked curiously: "Where does the fist come from?"

I never believe that Chen Ping'an created his own boxing technique.

Chen Ping'an spread his hands, and far behind him, the two long knives that had been taken off before were ordered. Just because Qing Tong had not yet hidden the path of Xiaotian's Taoism, the path of the cut was the same as Qing Tong's previous retreat. The shape is almost the same, with twists and turns, sudden and uncertain, but the execution is a straight line, completely ignoring the restrictions of heaven and earth, and returns directly to Chen Pingan's hands.

Wearing a bright red robe, he held a knife in both hands. The narrow knife shook slightly, and the two kinds of sword light flowed out in different trajectories.

The white-haired old man seemed to twitch his lips when he saw the guy, and his sarcasm was very obvious.

The ultimate martial artist is true, the pure martial artist is false.

It is really just a martial artist who has been able to survive little by little, and can only rely on long years of physical training.

Exactly two quarters of an hour after Chen Pingan's punch, the stick of incense had burned out.

In the distance, Xiao Mo turned to look at Qing Tong Yinshen beside him, smiled and joked: "Friend Qing Tong, you still have some wealth."

One good thing about living a long life is that you have broad knowledge. Because you are an ancient Taoist in the early pages of the old almanac, you can easily know the truth without having to read through those secret files that have been buried for thousands of years. For example, when he saw the armor on the burly old man, Xiao Mo could tell at a glance that it was of great origin. Its origins were quite impressive, and its rank was no less than that of the narrow knife Zhan Kan, which was used for execution at the Dragon Slaying Platform in ancient times.

The young-looking Qingtong Yin Shen had a wry smile on his face.

This treasure armor is one of the ways to keep the bottom of the box. It was once lent to the Demon Suppressing Tower by the Chinese Confucian Temple, but now Qing Tong has pocketed it based on his contribution.

It's a pity that after many years of sewing, progress has always been slow because Qing Tong is not good at refining. As a result, today's nonsense boxing was brought back to its original shape.

One of the five highest armored men in the ancient heaven, using the armor on his body as a prototype, there were three pieces of divine armor that were regarded as second-class authentic artifacts. He was the caster of one of the twelve high-ranking gods. After obtaining the God of Fire and With the permission of the Water God, the sun essence was collected, and then the God of Fire was used as Yinghuo, one of the palaces, as the furnace, and the long river of time was used as the tempering water. It took a long time and was carefully tempered and imitated.

The silver armor "Great Frost" worn by the acting shopkeeper, Zheng Dafeng's predecessor, that Xiao Mo saw at the Feisheng City Liquor Shop was one of the three divine armors.

It is a pity that in that battle where countless Taoists and gods fell to the sky, the gatekeeper general "Zheng Dafeng" who was unwilling to give up the road was finally nailed to death by a certain being on the gate with a sword when the situation was over. , the Great Frost Armor was shattered and left in the world.

Like the hairpin of the first Taoist priest in the world, it had the same fate.

Later, the ancestor of the military strategist based on these three armors, evolved and derived the three types of military strategist armor pills of later generations, and created a batch of second-class "fake products", which are the Jingwei armor, Jinwu armor and Shenren armor of later generations. The pioneering work of Chenglu Armor is the ancestor of three types of military armor. There are two pairs of "ancestral" latitude and longitude armor, one is made of warp threads and the other is latitude threads. When worn by Qi practitioners, the former is like being protected by supernatural powers similar to an infinite world in Buddhism. Even if you stand side by side with someone, you are standing right in front of you. place, but whether it is a flying sword or a magic spell, they are like headless flies, searching in vain for an enemy "near at hand and far away in the horizon".

The latter's rank is slightly inferior, but it is equally mysterious. The Qi practitioner can accumulate every drop of spiritual energy from his own practice and pour it into it. Even if every drop of spiritual energy is as numerous as the sand of the Ganges, it still cannot fill the bottomless pit. So this The toughness of this treasure armor is naturally beyond ordinary people's imagination.

As for the Qi practitioners in the world, there are certain bottlenecks in the accumulation of spiritual energy in the human body, heaven and earth, and in different realms. Just like after a blessed land reaches a high level, one day, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will overflow.

It is conceivable that if a Taoist monk is lucky enough to acquire this treasured armor for a thousand or even ten thousand years, even if he is not a great monk of the Fourteenth Realm, but is just an Ascension Realm, he only needs to wear this pair of treasured armor. Standing still, you can let an Ascension Realm sword cultivator slash you for a long time.

Xiao Mo happens to know the whereabouts of the "Wei Armor". Just like himself, the owner of this treasure armor has been sleeping in a hidden place in the wild world for thousands of years.

The problem is that this old guy is still a female cultivator, and she is also a sword cultivator, and she was famous for her huge killing power thousands of years ago.

Xiao Mo smiled and said: "Qing Tong, I'm very curious, who gave you the confidence and courage to make you so arrogant."

It stands to reason that Qing Tong, who has been cultivating Taoism in the world for thousands of years, does not have to be like himself, who is a guest and does as the locals do. He should be very familiar with the rules and taboos of the mountains due to his personal sophistication.

Xiao Mo had no expression on his face and said slowly: "My young master, as the last owner of the Summer Palace of Jianqi Great Wall and the last hidden official appointed by Chen Qingdu, has made great contributions. You monks on the top of Haoran Mountain actually know it very well. , even just talking about hard work, he was able to guard half of the city alone. What's more, the young master was also the leader of the battle at Tuoyue Mountain. Just talking about the accompanying sword cultivators, whether it was Qi Tingji, Xingguan Haosu, Lu Zhi, or Third Headmaster Bai Yujing, Lu Chen, if they come here to travel, do you dare not to see them? Can you not see them?"

"Even if you put aside the identity of Yin Guan, the young master is still a close disciple of Wen Sheng's lineage. He is the student of Mr. Wen Sheng. He is the younger brother of Cui Chan, Zuo Shiliu, Liu Shiliu, and Qi Jingchun."

"Young Master is still the Lord of Luolu Mountain, the master of a sect in the vast world. Now he is going to create a lower sect. After the Beginning of Spring celebration, the Young Master will become the ancestor of the upper sect in the eyes of the monks of Xiandu Mountain in the future. Others don't know the inside story. , with your Qingtong's perception, you will know that it will be a veritable swordsmanship sect, a swordsmanship sect that has not been seen in Tongye Continent for thousands of years since the Bitong Swordsman sect in the middle of the continent was destroyed. Therefore, this move will create a new dimension for Tongyezhou and add extra vitality to the fate of mountains and rivers that were originally stagnant. The young master and his student Cui Dongshan are the ones who dug the canal of this source of living water."

In addition, the young master is also the spiritual leader of a certain Taoist in this life, and the two parties will be fellow Taoists climbing mountains together.

This person's current name is Nian Jing and his courtesy name is Xianwei.

The young master is also the Taoist companion of Ning Yao, the number one person in the colorful world.

It's just that Xiao Mo didn't mention these two personal matters, big or small, on the table.

If you, Qingtong, are just a stupid young man who is inexperienced in the world and doesn’t care about the young master’s status at all, then when Wen Sheng united with the Three Continents, he sacrificed his own way to protect the mountains and rivers of the Three Continents. Completely shattered, including Tongyezhou.

What's more, if it weren't for Cui Han of Aquarius Continent, his junior brother Qi Jingchun, and Liu Shiliu who returned to Haoran, the three direct disciples of the Wen Sage lineage, had taken action one after another and worked closely with Wen Haizhou in private, right here in Tongye Continent. , there was an undercurrent of confrontation.

Then the survival of this demon-suppressing building may be a big question mark.

Qingtong, who is closely related to the Dao Dao, even if he betrays the Confucian Temple and joins Wenhai Zhoumi, he must at least cut off the close connection between Qingtong and a Xiongzhen Tower. Even if Zhoumi is really capable and can help you sever this relationship, you Qingtong It is estimated that Tong will fall to at least one or two realms and survive. Then when the situation of the two worlds is reversed, Yuan Shou, Fei Fei and other great demons of the old throne can still escape back to the wild world, and Qing Tong, who has the pull of the road in Tongyezhou, , unless he is taken to heaven together by Zhou Zhou, he will end up like the great demon Yangzhi who was detained in Laojunlu Dijie, becoming a prisoner of the Confucian Confucian Temple. What's more, given the temper of the Holy Master, if Qing Tong dares to do this, even if Zhou Mi is willing to die to protect Qing Tong and leave the sky together, I'm afraid he will only be knocked down to earth.

In addition, Chen Ping'an's senior brothers also worked in Tongyezhou as sword cultivators as members of the Sword Qi Great Wall, and personally protected a gateway to a new world, helping Tongyezhou preserve some vitality. When the next door opens, those who The numerous refugees who fled to the colorful world, whether they are willing to return to their hometown or not, can help feed Tongyezhou's luck to a certain extent.

Therefore, in the lineage of literary saints, whether it is the old scholar who is the teacher, the four senior brothers of Chen Pingan, or Chen Pingan himself, they are all kind to Tongyezhou, this demon-suppressing tower, and a sycamore tree. man of.

Chen Ping'an and Xiandu Shan were in Tongyezhou, and to mend the land gaps in the mountains and rivers, for Qing Tong, it was a great thing to enjoy while lying down.

This benefit from the road is destined to be a steady stream of income, which is more relaxed and comfortable than the rent collector or landlord who makes a lot of money.

Chen Pingan chose to locate his next sect in Tongyezhou, especially since the Qingping Sword Sect is still a kendo sect. This means that some of the kendo luck associated with Jianqi Great Wall Yinguan will be followed by Chen Pingan. Bringing Tongyezhou, rather than giving it as a gift to his hometown of Aopingzhou, those swordsmanship fortunes will take root here, through the Xiandu Mountain and Qingping Sword Sect, and the future sword cultivators who will become the Xiandu Mountain Genealogy Monk, such as Sifang Duckweeds gather together on a mountain, and are like dandelions scattered in all directions. As time goes by, they will bloom and bear fruit in various places.

Xiaomo stopped talking and just shook his head.

The old friend Bixiao Cave Master has left Tongye Continent, and the Taoist Temple of Donghai Temple as a dojo has also moved away and gone to Qingming Tianxia. This means that it is almost impossible for the old temple master to return in the short term. old haunt. The Confucian Temple seems to have also relaxed its restrictions on the Demon Suppression Tower, which is equivalent to allowing Qing Tong to regain his freedom.

Taking a step back, this time the young master brought me here. Even if the two parties met and the price was not agreed upon, the business could be broken down. But in the end, the transaction was not done by benevolence and justice. With the young master’s temperament that everything is negotiable, at most Even if I go to the Demon Suppressing Tower a few more times, I will still behave like today, obeying the junior etiquette.

Therefore, in public and private matters, in terms of emotion and reason, this young fellow should meet Chen Ping'an, who has multiple identities, today.

Fundamentally, in short, Qingtong chooses to thank guests behind closed doors with the purpose of "I want all the benefits, don't ask for help".

I don't even want to see Chen Ping'an, let alone talk about it.

This kind of behavior is tantamount to the real Huolong visiting the Liu family in Aaizhou. He walked to the gate of the mountain, looked pleasant and said that he had something to discuss, and then Liu Jubao did not show up.

After that, even if I had to open the door to entertain guests, I still didn’t do things well.

Just like if Huolong Zhenren wants to see Liu Jubao over there at the family ancestral hall, he has to pass the test.

What about riding a donkey to look for a donkey? There are a total of twelve scrolls, twelve illusory worlds, and Qing Tong's series of many temptations. They all peeled off the cocoons of Chen Pingan's Taoist heart, worked hard on the human heart, and dug deep into the heart. In the mountain of monks Visit the ashram and explore its beauty.

It is already equivalent to a discussion of Taoism between Taoists and a question.

This is the question boxing between swordsmen, the question boxing between pure warriors.

If we change the metaphor again, Chen Qingdu left the Great Wall of Sword Qi and visited the Chinese Confucian Temple as a guest.

You must first pass the level-by-level examination of poetry knowledge.

Xiao Mo turned around and asked: "Qing Tong, let me ask you one last question, is there anything you can't say?"

After asking the question, Xiaomo waited quietly for the next sentence. Qingtong wanted to speak but stopped talking several times, but in the end he remained silent.

Xiao Mo nodded to himself and said: "If you don't speak, I will treat it as your default."

In Xiaomo's opinion, this is a typical shameless behavior.

I have tolerated you for a long time.

The old coachman who was in the great Li capital before was just the chief officer of the Zhan Survey Department of the Yushu Academy of the Lei Department in ancient times. He was not a big official and his abilities were not high enough.

Besides, those are all old grievances, not to mention that the matter is not that big and has been settled long ago. It is not Xiaomo's style to settle old scores.

As for the ghost fairy Yu Jin next to Zhong Kui, it was more like a joke.

Xiao Mo put the hiking stick into his sleeve.

Qing Tong Yin Shen immediately panicked, and no longer acted like the mute, he hurriedly said: "Wait a minute!"

But Xiaomo stopped talking to Qingtong.

Moreover, Qing Tong was unable to stop Xiao Mo from... passing the sword.

Just like two small heavens and earth separated by a mirror, the boundary line between heaven and earth is like a piece of cloth covering everything in the world. As a result, it was picked up by someone's fingers and finally tore a hole.

It's like a silkworm cocoon, and a sword cultivator breaks out of the cocoon.

In the distance, Chen Ping'an, who was keenly aware of the clues of the strange phenomenon at the first moment, turned his head and looked at Xiaomo.

The first time I met Xiao Mo was under the bright moon. He had an old man's face, domineering, and a sharp sword.

When the two parties meet again, they will have the appearance of a gentle and elegant young man.

But at this time, Xiaomo, as the name suggests, is really "strange".

Not seeing the true body, only seeing the Dharma.

Wearing a wide robe, his looming face is white jade, and his whole body is crystal clear, as clear as glass, with no bones, muscles, or flesh visible.

The snow-white hair is extremely long, ethereal, and has an ethereal fairy aura.

Holding a sword in his hand, he has a majestic appearance and awe-inspiring sword intent, showing a soaring posture with a sword.

Perhaps this is the pinnacle of Xiaomo's state of perfection?

Come to the world above the mirror.

The true form of the sycamore tree is here.

Before Xiao Mo actually handed out a sword, a sword energy filled the world.

In the entire world, countless "pillars" of sword energy appeared in an instant, appearing suddenly and running through the world wantonly.

The pitiful world is like a carefully woven and mended brocade bag, pierced by hundreds of sharp ice picks at the same time.

A vast world has been cut into pieces by tens of thousands of sword rays. The most terrifying thing is that the number of sword rays at these angles are still superimposed crazily, so that the old sword rays are condensed to form The beam of light was easily shattered by the new sword light in the blink of an eye.

The monks of the five realms on Tongye Continent, according to the level of their respective realms and the strength of their spiritual consciousness, had varying degrees of Taoist heart trembling, and they all vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

The three Confucian sages who were in charge of the sky curtain of Tongye Continent looked up into the distance and smiled. They saw a ball of light appearing in the sky above the middle of Tongye Continent, but for some reason it was covered with spikes and the sword energy was dense.

An old master who was closest to the light ball chuckled and said, "How could a monster-suppressing building turn into a...hedgehog?"

There is nothing to stop this kind of personal grudges between cultivators.

Besides, if I didn't go to try to cause trouble, I would be giving this fellow Taoist fellow Qing a lot of face.

It has been so many years since the war ended. Because the Holy Master, the Li Sheng, and the Second Sage didn't say anything for some reason, the Demon Suppression Tower pretended to be deaf and dumb, like a miser holding his purse tightly. He is a master who refuses to spend any money and just watches from the sidelines. Therefore, the only way to clean up the mess of Tongyezhou, where the landscape is broken and the people are scattered, is that the mountain masters of the three academies, the gentlemen and wise men, can only work hard and break their legs. . Because not to participate in the specific affairs of the human world is an iron rule that the Li Sheng personally formulated in the early years for them to sit in the sky to accompany the saints, so the three of them can only worry, and they can't say anything to the Xiongzhen Tower. A complaint.

In fact, I have been unhappy with it for several years.

You cannot demand others to be saints.

This old master who once personally praised the young hermit official for saying, "You will be born with a good demeanor", shook his sleeves to cover up the vision of heaven and earth.

Why, where is the responsibility, who can find fault with me?

In a Xiongzhen Tower, a Confucian temple, Confucian scholars of the literary sage lineage belong to the family and fight behind closed doors. This is called a family scandal that should not be publicized.

In the new battlefield in the world, Qingtong Yin Shen and the burly old man who was the outer body of Yang God disappeared together and returned to their true bodies.

After all, he was going up against an Ascension Realm sword cultivator. How could Qing Tong dare to take it lightly.

And the true form of the sycamore tree transformed into a slender figure, with alternating light and dark lights, and a blurred face. He wore a hibiscus Taoist crown on his head, a brand-new armor, a golden robe underneath, and a pair of green feet. Shoes, a series of simple jade plaques hanging from the waist, and bright red armbands on both arms. In short, they can be worn, and they are all put to use. There are all kinds of magic weapons on the mountain, gaudy decorations...

At the same time, this long-standing Ascension Realm monk did not wait for death. He stepped on the steps and fought, making secrets with his hands, and his clones bloomed like flower buds.

More than a thousand Qingtong incarnations each displayed their magical powers, offering different magic weapons and performing different offensive and defensive magical powers.

A good man has many skills but does not overwhelm himself.

Just talking about the large number and variety of techniques, and not talking about the mystery of Taoism and the height of cultivation, it is estimated that Qingtong can be among the top ten of Haoran just with today's skills.

More than a hundred of these Qingtong clones were responsible for forming a temporary formation to create a landscape formation. The rest, with a greater number of talisman clones, were willing to die with them in order to block the endless sword light.

And Qingtong, an Ascension Realm monk who claimed to know how to use several large talismans, took out the several large talismans at the bottom of the box, each of which fit the Five Elements Avenue, which can be said to be the ultimate attainment of the talismans.

A fire talisman was sacrificed, and a thousand-foot-tall fire god appeared, with thousands of flames intertwined all over his body. He punched and smashed the sword lights that were approaching the landscape formation.

There is another water talisman. The talismans are connected and swept out continuously, like the rolling river. It is made up of tens of thousands of talismans intertwined and overlapping. It is sparkling and finally converges to manifest a blue carp that is thousands of miles long. Every piece of it is The fish scales are all as big as a courtyard, and they all share the spiritual light of a talisman.

A talisman of three mountains and five mountains formed from piles of soil suddenly hit the ground. Five ancient mountains took root on the ground. The three mountains formed an angle with each other, and there were five ancient mountains surrounding the three mountains. Help the landscape formation outside stabilize its position.

Behind Qingtong's real body, there is a wooden talisman. The talisman's light scatters in all directions, and wisps of light are piled up to form what seems to be the most exquisite and dense wooden puppet in the world.

But Xiaomo faced these messy methods.

Just one sword.

A brilliant sword light, like a fish waving its tail, headed towards the formation and Qing Tong's true body.

Wherever the sword light reaches, it will destroy everything.

Around the sword light, a passage similar to the realm of Taixu outside the world appeared.

Even the countless tilted beams of light formed by condensing his own sword energy collapsed and turned into nothingness just because they blocked the road.

This is the true killing power of a sword cultivator at the peak of Ascension Realm.

Elsewhere in the heaven and earth, dozens of subtle springs that look like ripples of water are produced at the same time.

Where are the springs of water. The tinkling sound is like the sound of nature.

There are so many rivers in the world. No matter how powerful and powerful they are when they enter the sea, there are often only a few tiny springs at the source of the water veins.

These seemingly inconspicuous existences and the subtlety of the sword energy seem to be completely negligible, but they are like the beginning of Xiao Mo's swordsmanship.

On your Qingtong's own territory, hide wherever you can.

Run, get out of a demon-suppressing building, where can your Qingtong run?

A large landscape array collapsed in the blink of an eye, and the sound of collapse was earth-shattering.

Qing Tong exhausted all the great talismans before he could dispel the terrifying sword light that felt like entering a deserted land.

Thousands of years ago, I knew that this world-famous swordsman had very high swordsmanship, but Qing Tong still could not imagine that he would be so high.

But isn’t it said that its swordsmanship is not famous for its killing power? Is it just because it has both offense and defense that it is extremely difficult to deal with?

Didn't it mean that its swordsmanship killing power back then was not ranked among the top five swordsmen in the world?

Suddenly, Qing Tong's eyes widened and he saw an increasingly clear and obvious face.

The smiling face of this ancient demon clan swordsman was getting closer and closer, but he was struck by a sword in his hand.

A long arc was drawn out from the whole world, heading straight for Qing Tong's head.

The guy who now changed his name to Xiao Mo seemed to be saying.

Hello, fellow Taoist Qing.

Goodbye, waste ascension.

With her life hanging by a thread, Qing Xiang was so anxious that she didn't wait to die. She suddenly shouted loudly: "Chen Pingan! The Holy Master has something to tell you!"

The bright red robe was in the gap between heaven and earth opened by Xiaomo, crossing the small world, like an ancient ascending immortal, stepping on the void, climbing up the stairs, and slowly appeared.

His hands were wrapped in his sleeves, and he had two swords folded at his waist, followed by a night sword that flew through the air on its own.

But Qingtong was instantly like falling into an ice cave, and Xiao Mo, who was approaching with a sword, passed each other. Qingtong, who was standing on the same spot, was cut off by the arcing sword light.

A head was thrown high.

Maybe Chen Ping'an didn't have time to speak out to stop Xiao Mo, maybe he spoke from his heart, and Xiao Mo didn't have time to put away his sword.

Maybe Xiao Mo heard his voice, but the sword cultivator from the ancient demon clan was filled with rage and was unwilling to stop his sword.

It's more likely that Chen Pingan didn't say anything because he didn't want to speak at all.

Too lazy to speak.

Who knows.

The long sword formed by the condensed sword intent in Xiao Mo's hand dissipated on the spot. He changed his hand to hold the sword, looked around, and smiled slightly. After all, he was an Ascension Realm monk. How could he be killed on the spot so easily? He was so far away from the so-called death path. , there is still some distance to go.

But no matter what, it was easier than when I tried to kill Yang Zhi. First of all, Yang Zhi's ascension state was even more peak, and her body was innately tough. Furthermore, in that ancient world, the territory was vast, and Yang Zhi's cultivation path , is blessed with a part of the water transport of the great road, so whenever he is near the water boundary, he can escape very fast, and his escape speed is as fast as the light of a sword.

This young fellow is in a situation of being imprisoned.

The head rotted like a piece of dead wood at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into ashes and scattered between the sky and the earth.

Behind Xiao Mo, where Qing Tong's real body was, the treasured armor fell to the ground with a loud clang, and the robe fell to the ground, limply on top of the treasured armor.

He used an escape method similar to the magic power of a cicada.

A big tree only damages the branches and leaves, not the trunk.

Of course, it is inevitable for Qingtong to lose his share of the road.

In all directions, an angry voice like thunder echoed, "Don't push even further!"

Here is the Demon Zhen Tower, one of the nine majestic town towers in the world.

You, Xiaomo, happen to be a demon from the wild world!

Xiao Mo, however, smiled brightly, disappeared from sight in an instant, and followed a clue to pursue him.

There is an ethereal Dharma image with no trace of the bright moon and reed flowers.

A moment later, an extremely eerie dark full moon hung in the sky. It was Qing Tong who was forced to appear and had to use a life-saving magical power to press the bottom of the box, the moon phase.

In comparison, Xiao Mo's statue can only be regarded as a mustard seed at the mouth of a well. However, near the bright moon, an extremely tiny beam of light first lit up, and then spread into a line in an instant. Finally, the long line of sword light was like Like a huge dragon rising into the sky, winding and dragging in the sky above the bright moon.

This is Xiaomo's self-created swordsmanship, Moon Eclipse, after he quietly laid a net on the road and swallowed one of the moons on the path of a pair of sun and moon.

But compared to the ancient Taoist friend who had "Weijia", Xiao Mo thought that he was still far behind in the "solar eclipse" Taoist technique.

At that time, they, the big monsters on the mountaintop, had to wake up from their slumber after receiving Bai Ze's order. One of the ancient existences was because the Ten Thousand Years Dojo, or place of healing, was in the wild world. In the middle of the day, this mother-in-law, who is also a sword cultivator, exchanged a few words with her "neighbor" in the sky, Xiao Mo, who was in the bright moonlight, using her unique magical power. The two parties had originally agreed to meet again in the human world. The other party also said that he had given himself a pseudonym now.

Thanks dog.

Xiao Mo and Chen Pingan mentioned before that they were ancient beings, their cultivation and combat prowess. Xiao Mo, who served as a death soldier, honestly said that he was neither the most lethal one nor the strongest defensive one. Mo is sure of one thing, his offense and defense are among the top three. Because Xiao Mo had just dealt with Chen Pingan not long ago, and due to the temperament of the sword cultivator, he still had reservations at the time and did not say much about the inside story. For example, the top three in attack and defense, in fact, apart from his own two positions, the rest There were not four, but only three, because that "Xie Gou" was also a peak powerhouse with both offense and defense.

As for the relationship between Xiao Mo and this fellow Taoist whose pseudonym is now "Xie Gou", there is another long story of love and hatred.

This is probably one of the reasons why Xiaomo is unwilling to tell more truth.

Chen Ping'an's shoulders sank and his figure became more stooped.

It was Na Qingtong who once again took on the identity of the owner of the Demon Suppressing Tower.

After a while, sword lights still suddenly lit up in various places, and then disappeared suddenly.

Qing Tong finally showed his true appearance for the first time. He was in a miserable state, covered in blood, with scars crisscrossing his body. There were no less than ten wounds, and his bones were exposed. It was too horrible to look at.

Young and handsome in appearance, male and female cannot be distinguished.

It's just that Qingtong no longer has the grace and bearing of the great monk at the top of the mountain, and seems a little frustrated. He stands not far from Chen Ping'an, as if this is the only way he can take a breather.

Qingtong's choice was the right one.

As expected, Xiao Mo did not continue to hand over the sword. The hand holding the sword was wrapped around his back to show his sincerity.

Just let you rest beside my young master for a while.

After Chen Ping'an saw Qing Tong's appearance, he looked strange for a moment.

According to the secret records of the summer palace, there is an old saying that the male phoenix tree and the female phoenix tree grow together and grow old together, live and die together.

And Lu Tai, who was born in the Lu family of the Yin-Yang family in Middle-earth, has the body of a Yin-Yang fish that is rare to see in a thousand years.

At that time, Lu Tai also accompanied Chen Pingan to visit Tongyezhou.

He is a Qi practitioner, but he is naturally afraid of heights.

Zou Zi and the swordsman Pei Min were both Lu Tai’s mentors.

After Lu Tai separated from him, would he have been brought here by Zou Zi?

Chen Ping'an did not ask Qingtong about this matter. It didn't matter. Whether it was Lu Tai or swordsman Liu Cai, he believed that they would meet again or meet each other in the coming year.

Xiao Mo raised his chin towards Qing Tong, indicating that you can leave here.

Qing Tong gritted his teeth and ran away.

When he appeared for the second time, Qing Tong's arm had been cut off by Xiao Mo. With just a shake of his shoulder, Qing Tong gave birth to another arm.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You haven't thought of the words yet? Are you very confused at the moment? You are not sure that you can deceive me with your nonsense, and you don't have the courage to pretend to convey the will of the Holy Master? You just don't talk nonsense, and you will be fooled by Xiao Mo. Even if you are chasing and slashing, you won't die for a while, but if you calculate it, it will be a real loss of decades or hundreds of years with a sword. Let alone two quarters of an hour with a stick of incense, I'm afraid it will only take a quarter of an hour to fall. ?”

Qing Tong raised the back of his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Aren't you afraid that I will destroy the Demon Suppression Tower first, and then run to the sage who is guarding the sky to save my life?"

Chen Pingan took out a hand from his sleeve and raised it high, "Go."

Qing Tong gritted his teeth and said: "Although the Holy Master never asked me to send a message to you, the Holy Master has been here after all. He really sent me a message, hoping that I can practice well. If you dare to destroy a building, The Demon Suppressing Tower indulged an Ascension Realm sword cultivator who was born in the wild world and ruined my avenue..."

Chen Pingan put away his hand, nodded and said: "When I have time, I will go to the Confucian Temple to plead guilty on my own. Well, you can go to my husband first, and then the ceremonial saint."

Qing Tong's face looked uncertain.

Don’t you young people like to lie down and enjoy themselves?

Can.

No problem at all.

Earlier, when Xiao Mo's sword light broke the restriction between heaven and earth, Chen Ping'an actually used the bird in the cage plus the moon in the well to send a message to the old master with a flying sword.

I had a gentleman's appointment with the sage who accompanied him.

When asking for his help, be sure to hide it from your husband and send a letter to the Li Sheng.

I sincerely ask the Lisheng to move half of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

As for the calculation of merits and deeds, it is nothing more than a clear accounting. The Lisheng and the Confucian Temple just follow the rules.

As far as Mr. Xiping is concerned, as much of the merit book as Chen Ping'an should be written off.

But don’t even think about your Qing Tong’s Fourteenth Realm in this life.

It's funny to say that Chen Ping'an has been thinking about the blatant killings of some fourteenth-level monks after the founders of the three religions disbanded, or the secret plans to target the peak Ascension level monks.

Unexpectedly, due to a strange combination of circumstances, he would become the first person to stop others from reaching the Fourteenth Realm.

So what difference does it make whether Qingtong spends a hundred years recovering from his injuries in Tongyezhou, a thousand years, or ten thousand years?

It's just that for this kind of thing, there is no need to speak anymore after the matter is over.

So as not to seem to be threatening anyone.

Although the price is a bit high, the rewards are also not small.

With mountains and rivers on one continent, your luck will soon be stable.

And the sewing process will be much smoother in the future.

If there is harmony first, then there will be good location and good timing.

Many things that originally required help from Qingtong can be done by oneself.

The only trouble is that when my husband learns about this, he will probably be very angry with himself.

do not care.

damn it.

Sure enough, the boss Sword Immortal was right. When you practice spiritual practice, you can't always be so rigid.

Every hundred years, there is always one thing that needs to be done that requires no reason at all.

Suddenly, Qing Tong looked slightly surprised, reluctant to open a landscape restriction, like opening a door.

Chen Pingan was even more surprised, because the messenger flying sword that had left this world disappeared in a flash and came straight towards him. Chen Pingan had to put the sword light into his sleeve.

Then Qingtong started to jump and curse: "Chen Ping'an, you lunatic! You bastard, you are really obsessed with it. Your brain was caught by the door panel when you were a child. You are doing things that harm others without benefiting yourself. You have to do this so smoothly." Regarding me, if you really move that half of the Sword Qi Great Wall here, do you know the consequences? As long as the mountains and rivers of Tongyezhou are shattered for one day, you will be unable to break through for the next day, don't even think about it... "

Chen Ping'an frowned slightly, not because he cared about Qing Tong's indifferent scolding, but because he didn't know what the old master's intention was. The two parties had clearly finalized the deal.

Qing Tong seemed to have been scolded in his heart, and the wording was definitely not tactful. Therefore, Qing Tong suddenly became sickly, staring blankly at the bright red robe, sighed, and closed the door first. , then hesitantly took out two remaining talismans from his sleeves. One talisman was made of an ordinary yellow seal, and the other was a rare talisman made of gold.

Chen Ping'an instantly narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Mo, if you need to take action later, you can do it regardless of the consequences."

Xiao Mo, who originally planned to return to his true form, nodded, continued to maintain his Dharma form, and for the first time, he held a sword with both hands.

Qing Tong said from his heart: "You have such a good memory, you must still remember these two old talismans."

Chen Pingan's face was expressionless.

of course I remember.

One of them is a Yin Qi guidance talisman that was transformed into a Yin Qi guidance talisman by back-drawing the Yang Qi lighting talisman according to Lu Tai's instructions when he was in the Flying Eagle Castle.

As for the other golden talisman, the talisman paper was given to Lu Tai by Chen Pingan, and Lu Tai finally drew a ferry talisman to the underworld.

Qing Tong continued to speak to Chen Pingan from the bottom of his heart: "You guessed it right, Zou Zi did bring the landing platform to find me. In addition to leaving an unlucky prophecy for me, Zou Zi also gave me these two remaining talismans. , said that he might be able to help me survive the disaster in the future, I thought Zou Zi was joking."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It's just a joke, you don't think it's true."

Qingtong was actually mentally prepared to treat a dead horse as a live doctor. If it didn't work out, he could only accept his fate.

I don’t want to fight for a demon-suppressing building, but I want to give Chen Ping’an and Xiao Mo a little color. The worst case scenario is that the fight will end up at the Confucian Temple, where each party will have fifty pieces of ban.

Qingtong hesitated for a moment and then told a small incident, "Zou Zi also had... a group of ghost children with him at that time. He said he wanted me to give some merit and he would be useful."

Chen Pingan asked: "What then?"

Qing Tong said helplessly: "It's just some merit, and it's Zou Zi's request, so of course I will do it."

It was the first time that Xiao Mo saw his young master, and he showed a hesitant expression.

Many years ago, I traveled with Lu Tai. At the foot of the Eagle Fort, there was a shabby alley outside the door, a dead end road, and a wall covered with corpses.

At that time, Chen Ping'an had not yet lent Zhong Kui the writing brush called Xiao Xuezui. Drawing a talisman at that time might not be considered as entering the palace.

In the end, Chen Pingan said nothing, stretched out his hand to hold the Night Sword, turned and left, turned to Na Qingtong and said, "Don't let me see you in the future."

Qing Tong's expression was complicated, and he was confused and confused. Is this guy really going to leave like this?

Xiao Mo didn't want to think too much about why the young master changed his original intention.

Young Master is always right in doing things.

Qing Tong hesitated for a moment and shouted: "Chen Ping'an, aren't you curious why I am so...unkind?"

Qingtong said the last four words awkwardly.

Chen Ping'an, who had his back to Qing Tong, just looked up at the sky and said in a deep voice: "Hurry up and open the door, there is no need to see off the guests."

Damn it, you have such a young brain. As soon as I turn my head, it's "reunion". I'm really trying to kill you.

Qingtong continued: "Of course I have a reason."

Chen Ping'an turned around and said with a smile: "Do you like to add extraneous matters so much?"

Qing Tong was horrified by the look and was silent for a moment. He had no choice but to hold back his temper and said tentatively: "Review one or two, chat a few words? In case we find a match, cooperation is not something we have to talk about."

Firstly, I am worried that the misunderstanding between the two parties is too deep and that they will be resented.

In fact, Qing Tong was not thinking about what if he fell in love with each other, but what if this guy got stuck in his mind and left the demon-suppressing building and continued to discuss with the Master of the Confucian Temple about relocating half of the city? And what if the young master agrees again?

Furthermore, Qing Tong is unwilling to give up and wants to regain some ground in certain things. As for the fight, forget it. The situation is not up to anyone. He has suffered enough. There have been two fights today, especially the latter. I had to endure it a little bit, but I still have lingering fears. If possible, it doesn't matter whether Chen Ping'an sees me or not. In short, don't let me see that "Xiao Mo" next to you again.

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, nodded with a smile and said, "The guest does as the host does, and you don't get what you ask for."

Shaking out his sleeves, he sat down cross-legged, with the sword across his knees.

In front of Qing Tong, Chen Pingan took out a White Horse Crossing Talisman from his sleeve and hovered it beside him to keep time.

Qing Tong's eyelids trembled slightly when he saw it. Should he say that this guy was cautious, or that he didn't give himself any face at all?

Seeing Xiao Mo taking his seat, Qing Tong hesitated for a moment and chose to sit opposite them.

Chen Ping'an's first words were full of murderous intent, "Did you give Tongyezhou, Tongye Sect, and the Wutong Cave to Du Mao?"

Qingtong had obviously learned his lesson wisely. He would not lose even if he lost the battle. He said angrily: "The parasol umbrella you brought out of the Lotus Root Flower Blessed Land back then, in addition to being able to isolate the heavenly secrets, is also where a quarter of the Lotus Root Flower Blessed Land is located. Tracing back to its origins , isn’t it also an object that left my side.”

What's the point of resurrecting old accounts like this?

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I don't mean to settle old scores. Du Mao's matter has been settled long ago."

Qingtong glanced at Xiaomo subconsciously.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Don't use your own brain to guess what my young master is thinking."

Wutong branches have been known as "phoenix strips" since ancient times.

The Lotus Flower Cave is divided into four parts, and what Chen Ping'an got was an oil-paper umbrella given by the old temple owner, and the umbrella's ribs were made of sycamore branches.

Since ancient times, the branches and leaves of the sycamore tree have been afraid of strong winds and the roots of the tree are afraid of waterlogging.

The young sword cultivator in front of him had Tao aura that was looming in his body. He was infected with the aura of Taoism from that stinky bitch Aunt Feng.

Furthermore, Chen Ping'an is less than half a hundred years old on the path of practice, and the path is close to water, and he is definitely not the kind of Qi practitioner who is naturally suitable for water practice.

If we say that Aunt Feng's aura of greatness is relatively light. So in the dark, a certain Dao gift from the reincarnation of an ancient rain master, although Chen Ping'an did not accept it in full, for Qing Tong, this was a Dao victory that he hated and was extremely afraid of.

In addition, Chen Ping'an is a sword cultivator, especially since he has been at the Great Wall of Sword Qi for so many years.

At that time, he also carried Chen Qingdu's "Sword Qi Chang" on his back.

Now Chen Ping'an's skin carries the true name of the demon clan, and of course it conflicts with the natural avenue of the Demon Suppressing Tower.

With so many reasons added together, how could Qingtong get close to this person?

Listening to Qing Tong's "complaint", Chen Ping'an nodded, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It makes sense, and the circumstances are excusable."

These reasons are all reasons.

But that's not the real reason.

At this moment, it seemed to Qing Tong that the words of the man in front of him were completely without sincerity.

This gave Qingtong another reason to dislike this person.

picture.

It’s so similar!

The young swordsman with an unpredictable temperament in front of him is just like a certain Taoist Sun from Qingming World. The latter once wandered here and deliberately concealed his identity as Xuandu Guan. There was a misunderstanding that was entirely intentional on the part of the other party. , after a quarrel, the other party said that Pindao has a mind as big as the sea and a spirit as high as a mountain. There is a slight misunderstanding. Why care about it? How could Pindao take it seriously? If you, fellow Taoist Qing, have a grudge in your heart, you will never let go of it, but it is A villain's heart is used to judge a gentleman's belly. If fellow Taoist fellow Qing are so petty, don't blame me for not being generous in doing things...

Before leaving, Taoist Sun didn't say anything directly. The old Taoist priest just reacted to his feelings and lingered under the tree as if reciting poems and poems, beating around the bush and muttering some sour and sophisticated words. What should the poor Taoist do after returning home? On a bright moonlit night, I choose a good time to transplant a Biwu tree in the courtyard of my Taoist temple. The bark of this tree is as green as green, the leaves are as short as flowers, and the flowers are pure and elegant. It can be said to be beautiful and lovely. When we walk under it, our clothes are all green, and spring Leaves fall in winter to enjoy the warmth of the sun, and in summer and autumn the leaves are cool to shield against the suffering of the scorching sun. The happiness is endless...

A master of the Taoist Sword Immortal lineage in the Qing Ming world, the unbeatable fifth person in the world, how could the old temple master just choose a slender branch to transplant a Biwu tree? Of course, it is tantamount to letting Qing Tong die. He cut off an arm.

Fortunately, Chunyang Taoist was still there to help soothe his cheeks, and he was able to save Qing Tong from a natural or man-made disaster.

Qing Tong said from his heart again: "When Zou Zi left here, he confessed one thing, saying that he wanted me to examine the Taoist heart for someone in the future. As for the result or his impression, there is no need to tell him. As for who that person is, Just say that I will know when I see you."

"Someone?"

Chen Pingan asked doubtfully: "I was carrying the 'Sword Qi Chang', so you didn't keep staring at me? Isn't it obvious?"

Qing Tong said helplessly: "Whether you believe it or not, in my eyes, there was no Lutai around you back then, and even many of the scenes I thought I saw were just a series of illusions that Zou Zi deliberately let me see. That is A true blindness. As for how Zou Zi did it, I don't know. It was only after I saw you this time that I realized something was wrong. Taking advantage of you walking in those illusionary scrolls, I immediately started to do it. After a lot of deduction and backward reasoning, I got this... terrible truth."

Chen Pingan looked dubious.

However, Qingtong's reason, whether true or false, is barely a passable excuse.

Let Xiaomo regain his true form.

Feeling relieved, Qing Tong waved his sleeves and picked out twelve leaves from the golden fallen leaves on the ground.

Hovering in front of him, he put his fingers together, gently pressed against one of the fallen leaves, and drew forward, drifting towards Chen Ping'an.

Every fallen leaf is a horse-drawn map similar to the long river of time.

Each has its key points.

Play chess. Lu Yan, Huang Liang is a dream. In severe drought, officials pray for rain. The Sheriff controls the floods with two wicks. The war leader is unwilling to attack halfway across the river, so benevolent and righteous. Marriage between a talented man and a beautiful woman, an old monk, and a young novice monk.

An old woman riding a horse, on the Hungry Ghost Festival, the road is bright and clear. The gods of the same place make an oath to each other. A secret place of flower country with a slightly heavy powdery atmosphere. As a king. Those who have gained the Tao can turn back time. Buy cake.

Qing Tong's expression became serious, with a hint of nostalgia, and he said slowly: "In fact, there are only a handful of people who have won one in the past."

"Heaven and earth are one, and each is pure and peaceful. God is one with spirit, which is the spirit. The valley is one with fullness, and all things are alive. Among them, the long river of time, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth used by Qi practitioners, all come from the spirit. Born out of corpses in death.”

"The magical power of the world is like a big tree reflected in the water. Each branch has its own branches and veins. It is the lineage of Taoism for future generations. Every time it blossoms and bears fruit, it is a person who has achieved Taoism."

Hearing this, Xiao Mo chuckled.

You are here to sell melons and boast about yourself.

If you are really capable, why can't you even take a few of my swords? What's more, he has never used any of his natal flying swords.

Qing Tong was furious and said angrily, "I didn't say this metaphor."

Xiao Mo stretched out his hand and patted the green bamboo cane placed across his knees to signal the other party not to speak so loudly. He was timid and could not withstand being frightened.

Chen Pingan asked: "Who do you mean by 'few people'?"

Qing Tong said: "Of course they are the 'Top Ten Richest People in the World' in ancient times!"

Chen Pingan looked calm.

But in fact, this was the first time Chen Pingan heard about it. There was no record of the summer palace, nor the Confucian Temple. His husband, his student Cui Dongshan, Xiaomo around him, the boss Sword Immortal at that time, and his senior brothers and so on, no one mentioned it. this matter.

Unfortunately, Qingtong only mentioned part of the "list" next.

It turns out that in those ancient times, before the battle between water and fire and the battle to ascend to the sky, there were ten tycoons in the world.

Without exception, sanctification is like God.

Ten monks with different origins, there is no ranking among them.

Among them are the founders of the three religions.

The ancestor of the military strategist.

The first monk in the world.

There is also a well-deserved leader of swordsmanship in the world.

The one with the best qualifications for practicing swordsmanship, the fastest to break through the realm of practice, the largest number of flying swords, and the highest rank.

In fact, just looking at the few "candidates" will make it clear how powerful these beings are.

The number of waitlists is small, only four in total.

They are Chen Qingdu, a swordsman, Xiaofuzi, Bai Ze, and Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou who founded the talismans.

When Qingtong mentioned Chen Qingdu, he couldn't help but glance at the ghost-looking young man opposite him.

The relationship between Chen Qingdu and the leader of sword cultivators, who were both swordsmen at the time, is actually a bit similar to the battle between youth and white on the road of martial arts today. Chen Ping'an and Cao Ci, the former is always chasing the latter.

In the end, the person with the highest swordsmanship in the world is the "candidate" Chen Qingdu who came from behind.

Qing Tong continued: "In ancient times, the struggle between water and fire affected the heaven and earth, causing the pillars of heaven to break and the earth to remain intact."

"Of course it was a disaster for all living beings at that time, but at the same time, for all living beings who were lucky enough to escape, especially the monks, it was a disaster..."

Qingtong stopped talking and seemed to be thinking of a vivid metaphor.

Chen Ping'an then answered: "It's a great opportunity to be able to prosper. Just like the burning and plowing of the crop fields in later generations, the spiritual energy is abundant, just like the transformation from a barren land to a fertile land."

Qing Tong nodded, "The way of heaven is tilted, and the movement rules of the sun, moon and stars are becoming more and more obvious. The terrain is uneven, the world is all over the world, and the water and dust are everywhere in the world. These are all opportunities for survivors to practice Taoism."

The prophecy that Zou Zi gave to Qing Tong last time was exactly "the earth sinks to the southeast, and the sky tilts to the northwest."

Qing Tong sighed: "After this, the Taoists who have achieved success in magic will each occupy their own place."

After thinking about his words again, after waiting for a while, Qing Tong finally gave a powerful explanation for these people who had attained enlightenment in ancient times.

"I am the host."

"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency by making up for the damage. But the way of humanity is to make up for the deficiency by making up for the loss."

"Therefore, the Taoist ancestors said, who can have more than enough to serve the world? The only one is the Taoist."

"Nowadays, the sects and immortal mansions on the mountain, regardless of the size of the sect, all have the position of enshrining in the ancestral hall. This is where the root of enshrining this identity lies, which means 'doing enshrining to respect the heaven and earth'. But now it is absolutely impossible Most of the people enshrining on the mountain, those group of genealogy monks, who still know this? Even if they know, a few will take it seriously. Even if anyone is willing to take it seriously, what can the passers-by in the afterglow do when the sun of Tao is fading on the west mountain. "

"So you said before that you would use humane methods to mend the mountains and rivers of Tongyezhou. Chen Pingan, if it were you, would you think it was ridiculous when you look back at your words now?"

As a result, the other party said directly, "The distinction between heaven and man as mentioned by Taoist ancestors is different from the purpose of Confucianism. Which one do you think is funny, or are both funny?"

Qing Tong's scalp was numb and he choked on his words.

Your uncle, does this involve the Taoist Patriarch and the Holy Master? !

Qingtong was almost frightened and stood up quickly. He first imitated a Confucian scholar and bowed, and then performed a Taoist ritual.

The atmosphere became awkward for a while.

Qing Tong finally remembered something and put away all the Tao Yun in the Demon Suppressing Tower.

Xiaomo was no different.

But Chen Ping'an gradually returned to his original appearance in a green shirt.

Qing Tong then said: "It is a mistake to create humans in heaven and earth. As for those saints who go their own way, just like what Master Lu said, if saints do not die, there will be many thieves..."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Are you coming again?"

Aren't you Qingtong good at a few big talismans? The talismans are so powerful, why not just put a label on me as the co-master of the old heaven? Call the founder of the three religions over again and have a look?

Afterwards, Chen Pingan pointed at the White Horse Crossing Gap Talisman, indicating to the other party to cherish the time.

Qing Tong had a somewhat resentful look on his face.

When Chen Ping'an saw Qing Tong's gesture, he wandered thousands of miles without any reason, and remembered the matter of human nature, as well as the qi practitioner's Yin Shen leaving the body and cultivating the Yang Shen. Is this what Qing Tong calls some kind of "inclination of the way of heaven?" Moon Manifestation”?

Not to mention the "Yang Mu Mao" who was killed by the little Tianjun Yang Ningxing, but only the old master Liang Shuang's Yin Shen traveled far away from his body, and the current state of Xiao Mo who was right in front of him, and of course the student Cui Dongshan.

A slight difference can lead to a loss of a thousand miles. The difference in Taoism will lead to a deviation in character.

The only exception is probably Zheng Juzhong.

Qing Tong flicked his fingers, and the fallen sycamore leaf disappeared in a flash, falling back into the many fallen leaves, and then pushed the second fallen leaf to Chen Pingan.

Qing Tong asked curiously: "Why don't you go and confirm the authenticity of Lu Yan in that guest house next to Handan Road?"

In the fantasy world of the first scroll, Chen Ping'an left Xiaomo behind and walked alone on the road. He knocked over the book box without hesitation, leaving the books blank.

It's very easy to do things that follow the gourd's pattern.

All he had to do was ask Xiao Mo to hand out his sword to the old Taoist priest in the guest house, and then he would know whether it was true or false.

Chen Ping'an said: "We, the juniors who enjoy the shade under the big trees, must respect the seniors and sages on the path of spiritual practice. Of course, we should have some sincere respect when we walk on the Yangguan Avenue that they opened up and stepped on to become stronger and smoother, let alone the juniors. The long-awaited Lu Zu."

Qing Tong looked awkward.

Chen Ping'an said: "Of course when you encounter some people who are disrespectful to the elderly, especially those who like to rely on them and show off to them, you should be polite. I mean, the due etiquette is up, so you don't have to be too polite. After all, we are all Taoists. Age and Taoist age, I can’t make a living. Senior, do you think so?”

Xiao Mo smiled and said: "At this time, fellow Taoist Qing Tong, you should say 'I deeply agree'."

The young Yinguan immediately sighed, his voice rising, "Why are you talking to Qing Tong, who is both a fellow Taoist and an old friend?"

Xiao Mo nodded and said, "Be careful next time."

Qing Tong didn't want to have a next time, so he immediately changed the subject, "After you leave here and wait until the sect celebration is over, you might as well go straight to Huangliang Country where Lu Zu's hometown is. According to the old temple master, that sword art, Dao Dao Point directly to the golden elixir."

Seeing that Chen Ping'an didn't seem to be interested, Qing Tong continued to persuade him with good words: "This matter is not forced. Since Lu Yan has said it directly, you are already one of the destined people. If God does not take away the consequences, you will take the blame... …”

At this point, Qing Tong felt extremely awkward, so he had to stop talking and change his words, "Your Xiandu Mountain is a swordsmanship sect. If you can get this opportunity, plus you have to bury yourself in the river to pray for rain." Tao Jue, I believe that in the next two to three hundred years, the number of earthly immortals in Luolu Mountain and Xiandu Mountain may be said to be like bamboo shoots after a rain. It is a bit exaggerated, but compared to some of the top sects in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, whether it is There won’t be much difference in terms of quantity or quality.”

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Duckweeds gather and disperse, everything depends on fate."

Then Chen Ping'an added, "When I wake up from the dream, the rice is not yet ripe. You can't tell whether it's true or false, good or bad. Just like at this moment, how can you, Qingtong, be sure that you are not still in Zou Zi?" In the illusion world created for you?"

Qing Tong smiled, obviously thinking that such nonsense should be left to those worried people to disturb themselves.

Chen Ping'an wiped the golden fallen leaves casually, and they also returned to the fallen leaves in the distance.

The next two leaves are various hints. For example, when the fallen leaves are put together, they are actually a page of an old almanac.

Severe droughts and floods.

In ancient times, the battle between water and fire caused the chaos of heaven and earth. The world was devastated and there were countless casualties.

In addition, the army of monsters in the wild world swept across the mountains and rivers of the continent. The mountains, rivers and land collapsed, rituals and music collapsed, and there was no order anymore.

No matter what, no matter what the reason is, if you, Chen Pingan, come too late, you are destined to be unable to be saved, and your life or death is at stake.

At most, you can just imitate the official who prayed for rain and try to make amends afterwards, but that may not work.

Moreover, Qingtong made another "digression", because it is precisely this rainfall that is the reason why "a county is flooded every year, and the people are drowning in water."

The collapse of heaven and the collapse of heaven were caused by your "oneness" standing aside and doing nothing. Do you think that you are just now thinking of cleaning up the mess you created by your own hands? !

Could it be that Wen Hai Zhoumi's departure from heaven and the dispersal of the founders of the three religions were all part of your plan?

All these causal cycles, separated by tens of thousands of years, were actually calculated by Zou Zi, the "man of heaven", right?

Otherwise, couldn't you have stopped the fight between fire and water? Even if he couldn't stop him, why didn't he even try to stop him? Instead, he didn't show up from the beginning to the end.

This is Qing Tong's merciless ridicule.

As for the rain-praying official in the midst of a severe drought, he was holding a rain-praying letter written by Chen Ping'an, which started with the sentence "Uncle Feng, Master of Rain, Lord of Thunder, Mother of Lightning, listen to my orders, and those who disobey orders will be killed." "

In fact, when Qing Tong saw this scene from a distance, to be honest, at that moment, Qing Tong's heart was not only trembling, but his liver and gallbladder were about to burst with fear.

Thinking about that long period of time ten thousand years ago, that One was the supreme existence of the Supreme High School.

It's just that no one on earth, and probably no god, knows what this being is thinking.

Perhaps the only one who is closest to a certain truth is the Tao Ancestor?

Chen Ping'an looked down at one of the two fallen leaves and suddenly smiled: "Senior Qingtong, seems to be very good at teasing others?"

Qing Tong frowned and said, "How do you say this?"

In one of the previous scrolls, Chen Ping'an was a county guard responsible for flood control. Born in the Han tribe, he is young, has been named on the gold medal list, and has not yet married a wife.

Without exception, they are all consistent with Chen Pingan's experience and situation.

He was born in a humble alley, and eventually reached a high position, becoming one of the last generation of hidden officials, sitting in his summer palace, and the barbaric world's armies attacked the city like a flood.

I have to go around asking for alms, just like the fifty-four cross-continental ferries and the spring banners hanging upside down in the mountains.

Although Ning Yao and Ning Yao are a Taoist couple known to the world, they have not officially married yet, and so on.

They are not completely similar, but if you look carefully, they all have many things in common.

In addition, Chen Ping'an met the literati who was idle at home, and he categorically said that if he did well in the imperial examination writing articles, he would be able to do other things with a whip and a slap with blood, otherwise it would be all wild fox Zen and Evil heretics...

Everything is inferior, only reading is superior. Why study? To become an official? Feng Yinzi?

There are thousands of magic techniques on the mountain, but there is only one way to practice swordsmanship. It is like studying among all the professions in the world, looking down on the world and despising others.

Could it be that Qing Tong was taking the opportunity to sneer at the sword cultivator who relied on "one sword to defeat all magic" and had nothing to lose?

There are insinuations everywhere and something else to say.

For example, the tall mansion symbolizes the former Great Wall of Sword Qi. Ning Yao from the Great Wall of Sword Qi is the woman who unfortunately is not a man. Therefore, the reason why the son-in-law who enters his wife's house is "well-matched and talented" is of course because of his status as a literary sage. The closed disciple is the junior disciple of Cui Chan, Zuo Zuo and others, so the boss Sword Immortal thinks highly of this person, and the phrase "reluctant to start a career" implies that Chen Ping'an was not a swordsman at that time...

Qing Tong felt guilty.

How can you guess your own thoughts and intentions?

This time it was Xiaomo's turn to fall into the clouds.

The only person with such a twisted heart is either a woman whose mind is as deep as a needle in the ocean, or... a scholar like me.

Chen Pingan glanced at Qing Tong opposite him. Was he actually a woman?

As for the last scene, the Sheriff pushed open the door and took out an oil lamp on the table.

Probably Qing Tong, who had a lot of resentment towards the sword cultivator, was still talking about the boss sword cultivator and himself in a roundabout way.

Does it mean that the boss Sword Immortal has no guarantee of his death and has to be left alone on his deathbed to a foreigner who has only been to the Sword Qi Great Wall for a few days?

In the end, the old man lying on the hospital bed without saying a word was like Chen Qingdu who was unable to draw a sword on the battlefield.

In the end, only half of the Sword Qi Great Wall can be left?

Chen Ping'an put his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile: "You are not scolding me, you are just scolding a dead old master swordsman here. I am not angry, how can I be angry? I can't do it, there is no need."

"Just like on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, any living lower-level sword cultivator can freely tease Zongyuan for being inferior to him."

"By the way, Senior Qingtong, you didn't scold me, did you?"

Qing Tong remained silent, neither admitting nor refuting.

Xiao Mo felt that this guy should have listened to his young master's advice before and let him return to Xiandu Mountain instead of causing trouble.

Qing Tong breathed a sigh of relief, because Chen Ping'an had already taken the initiative to push away the two fallen leaves and replaced them with the next scroll.

Chen Pingan asked: "Is it a kind reminder? Is it still Zou Zi's arrangement, or is it your own intention?"

Qing Tong gave a vague explanation and said softly: "The general trend is, it doesn't matter who means it."

Chen Ping'an sneered: "Still confused? This is Zou Zi's reminder to you."

On the screen, it is the overlord of one side who is the leader of the war, and he is having a half-assed attack on whether it is "benevolent and righteous".

After Qing Tong realized this, his heart was shocked.

Qing Tong originally thought that this fallen leaf meant that once the founders of the three religions dispersed, there would be a new pattern that had not been seen in ten thousand years, and all the heroes would join together to fight for success.

There will definitely be great monks in the Ascension Realm and the Fourteenth Realm who will block the flow of water, or even cross rivers and demolish bridges, and kill all monks who may have a dispute with them on their own avenue.

Just thinking about Chen Ping'an's flying sword message earlier, Qing Tong couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine.

Chen Ping'an sneered: "Do you mean to just lie on the ground and pretend to be dead when dealing with Zou Zi?"

In the next scroll, there is a pair of lingering and sentimental talented man and beautiful woman. They are probably the same people in the world who have good flowers and a full moon and live a long life. The same lovers finally get married, but they are on different paths of love.

In fact, when Chen Ping'an was the county governor of Nazhishui, he either ran around asking for alms or paid private visits incognito, which was considered as "understanding the suffering of the people." He once saw a poor old scholar passing by a street corner at dusk when he was returning home. Seeing a cooked food table set up, the old man walked out far away, repeatedly mumbling whether it was okay or not. How could I, a scholar, go shopping in person? When I got to the door of my house, I was so hungry that I glanced at the sky. When it got dark and I couldn't recognize people... I just thought again. The moon was brighter and I could recognize people clearly. It would be better to wait for the twilight moon to disappear again. It was still dark when I woke up... Finally, the old scholar went to the house to pick up a basket and walked out quickly. At the cooked food table, he didn't dare to argue about the price. He bought a basket and came back. He scolded the merchant for being really evil. It's really darker than this sky...

I once saw a man who accidentally lost his wages, sitting on the street, some distance from home, and slapped himself hard.

Not far away, there was a group of young and old gamblers gambling there to make money that they couldn't keep as water passed through their houses. They shouted loudly and were slapped together.

Later, the old monk was in the main hall, chopping Buddha statues to make firewood for heating.

Wild fox Zen that pretends to be enlightened, scholars who delve into the Buddhist scriptures, those who fight kudzu vines, and those crazy Zen who always criticize Buddha and ancestors...

However, Chen Ping'an knew that, together with the pillow of yellow rice he met Lu Zu before, as well as the civil servants praying for rain and the county governor controlling floods, these were all Zou Zi exploring his Taoist tendencies, or to be precise, The importance of the purposes of the three religions in one's heart.

What Zou Zi paid the most attention to was the old woman he met on the road after the rain. The old woman was in ragged clothes, but she was riding a horse with a gorgeous saddle and bridle.

If it is just understood that ghosts still have relatives in the human world who visit graves to pay homage during the Ghost Festival, then how should those people who are wandering around in the human world deal with themselves? The world is sad for autumn, the grass and trees are desolate, the sacrifices are on display, and the wine is poured out to pay homage. In such a bad year, I am homeless, unable to pay tribute, and my soul is helpless... It is certainly okay to think so, but Zou Zi's intention is definitely more than this. Instead, he used the old woman to explain the current situation of the remnants of the ancient gods. The real intention was the sentence "Where are you going, young master?" and the subsequent sentence "The journey is difficult, let's take a rest for a while, and start early the next day, so we can take it easy." also."

Because in the next scroll, Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo became gods in the world.

Calmly climb high and restore your divine status? !

But in Chen Ping'an's heart, what Zou Zi had the most sinister intentions was the last scroll, that strange yet familiar scene.

Maybe it's because all the joys and sorrows in the world can only come from empathy.

Chen Pingan looked around and didn't notice anything strange at all.

I believe that even if I sacrifice a caged bird and completely cover this parasol world, I will still get nothing.

It seems that knowing more will only bring more unknowns.

In fact, many times I envy Qing Tong, a monk, so I just go to the ground and think about everything. I wonder if love will come tomorrow, whether it will be windy and rainy or the sun will shine brightly.

Chen Pingan took out the sword-raising gourd from his sleeve, took a sip of wine, raised his eyes to Qing Tong opposite, "Tell me the real reason."

Qing Tong had a strange look on his face and said from his heart: "You already know the similarities between me and Lu Tai?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Qing Tong's smile seemed to be more sincere. He no longer spoke from his heart, and said in a cold voice: "One, I believe in Zou Zi's guess, and the other, I believe in my own vision. I just fight often, so I want to see more, In fact, the more I look at it, the more confused I become, but it’s not a big deal. It’s better not to look at it.”

Qing Tong raised his hands and patted his knees gently, looking much more relaxed, "Maybe it's all a blind eye, but what does it matter? That's it."

The implication is that one young fellow believes that Chen Pingan, as predicted by Zou Zi, will definitely come in the future, but the other young fellow chooses to believe that the former Chen Pingan will always be the young man he once was.

Chen Pingan nodded to express his understanding.

Putting away the sword gourd, Chen Pingan stood up and said with a smile: "Senior Yuan Xiang, the reason why he carved words on the sycamore tree is because that senior felt that there are actually two far journeys in life, one is for a monk. When the body dies and the Tao disappears, it is completely forgotten by the world. That's why Senior Genxiang writes inscriptions everywhere because he hopes that for thousands of years in the future, future generations will know that there once was a swordsman named Genxiang who existed in the world. "

Qing Tong stood up and asked, "Is it the file record at the Summer Palace?"

Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head: "I guessed it."

When Chen Ping'an was about to leave, Qing Tong suddenly said: "Please sit down."

Chen Ping'an was stunned, "Why did you change your mind?"

Qing Tong smiled and said: "Actually, there is no reason. It's just a gamble. Either I will lose money to my grandma's family, or I will make a lot of money."

Chen Ping'an asked: "Don't regret it?"

Qing Tong smiled and said, "It's not too late to regret it later."

Chen Pingan sat down again and said, "Xiao Mo, help protect our path."

Xiao Mo smiled and nodded, glancing sideways at Qing Tong.

Qingtong seemed to have an indifferent expression, but in fact he was a little narrow-minded, as if he was saying, "Fellow Taoist Xiaomo, please be more polite to me in the future."

On this day, New Year's Eve.

In the vast world, the leaves of the sycamore trees are falling one after another.

At the same time, someone created a dream, a journey to the sky.

I invite you all to come to sleep.

Let me borrow a stick of incense from you.

Hongzhu Town has always had a layout of vertical streets and horizontal alleys. Between Guanshui Street and Guanshan Street, there is an unnamed alley, where a small bookstore with no plaque is opened. The business is deserted all year round, but the price of the books is odd. It’s high, but the price hasn’t been lowered yet, and it will last for three years without opening for one year.

The young shopkeeper is none other than Li Jin, the water god of the Chongdan River. He is currently lying on a wicker chair, holding a hand stove and taking a nap.

Some people had early New Year's Eve dinner, and bursts of firecrackers were already going off.

Officials, in the eyes of outsiders, are nothing more than good officials and bad officials. For people in the officialdom, it is also simple, whether they want to climb up or not.

There is actually no difference between the secular government and the officialdom of mountains and rivers, so Li Jin, the God of Chongdan River, obviously does not want to climb up.

Let’s just talk about the three golden rains in the past few years. The Mountain Lord Wei at Peiyun Mountain in Beiyue benefited the most. The key is that within the jurisdiction, in the eyes of the gods of mountains and rivers, Lord Wei Dashan is called a kuokoosou. , even the Prince's Mountain on the border of Beiyue didn't get even rain and dew.

Li Jin narrowed his eyes, his heart tightened, but he quickly stood up with a smile, "Master Chen, what a magical power."

After hearing the request of the "uninvited guest", Li Jin asked doubtfully: "Is it similar to the Ten Thousand People Umbrella?"

When Chen Ping'an heard this analogy, he burst into laughter and thought for a while, "I can barely say it like that."

Li Jin thought for a moment and said, "I don't need your gift of merit, but I have something to ask for in exchange."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Business remains as usual, but if Li Shuishen asks for something, as long as I can do it, I will not refuse."

Li Jin said tentatively: "When the next time the mountain master returns to Luolu Mountain, can he help the mountain master to 'color' a white painting scroll?"

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "But when Zhu Lian and Peixiang returned from Qingfeng City and passed by your place, they gave one of the two scrolls to Brother Li?"

Li Jin nodded and said: "Exactly."

Chen Ping'an understood clearly and knew that Zhu Lian passed by the shop last time and gave Li Jin two scrolls, both of which were drawn in white. The pattern on the first scroll was a picture of a carp, Li Jin's appearance, riding a big carp. , only the head and tail are exposed, and the carp's body is hidden in the sea of ​​clouds. On this scroll, Zhu Lian used Zhu Wen to seal it and engraved it with eight characters: My heart is deep and quiet, and I am in the realm of the Ming Dynasty. As for the other scroll, the scribe in front seems to have jumped over the dragon gate and is overlooking the rapids on top of the dragon gate, because the scribe in the scroll is supporting the big pillar of the dragon gate with one hand. Zhu Lian used a white seal to seal the eight characters: fish and dragon in disguise, superb transformation.

Just because they are two white-painted scrolls, Li Jin's "request", the so-called coloring, is like a kind of gold painting for temples and Taoist statues.

Of course, the canonization of landscape gods can only be based on the emperor's decree from the local court, or the sages of the Confucian Temple can "talk about the constitution of heaven".

But in addition to the second-class gold painting, some monks with perfect merits, or some great monks with sufficient realm, do have certain effects.

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "There is no need for a next time. This can be done today."

Li Jin said helplessly: "In this... dream, my two scrolls are both virtual objects."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Li Shuishen just concentrates on contemplating, and you will know once you try it."

Li Jin concentrated on imagining the picture, which was of course the picture of a carp rising to immortality. As for the carp jumping over the Dragon Gate, he did not dare to think about it for the time being.

Chen Ping'an twisted his wrist, and in his hand was the small snow cone that he had given to the gentleman Zhong Kui. He took the scroll, spread it out in the air, carefully painted gold on the carp, and finally added the finishing touches to it.

Li Jin was greatly surprised. Thinking like this? Can it actually turn fiction into reality?

Am I dreaming?

Yes, I am just dreaming...

So after waking up from the dream, it won’t be all in vain, right? It's not surprising that Chen Ping'an would definitely not joke with himself about this kind of thing.

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "Since you are here, then good things come in pairs."

Li Jin hesitated.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It takes a little effort."

For the scribe in the second scroll, the robe on his body is painted in gold.

Then Chen Pingan took out the name stamps of two parties, Chen Pingan of Luoshan and Chen Shiyi.

The upper yang text and the lower yin text are both red and white, which means continuous meaning.

Because of the emphasis on the number of seals and the ancient preference for odd numbers, and because of the intention of "use one instead of two, use three instead of four, and use an odd number to support Yang".

So in the end, Chen Pingan took out another seal, which was the watermark that had been with him for many years.

Li Jin put away the two scrolls, bowed to Chen Ping'an, and expressed his heartfelt thanks. After standing up, he said solemnly: "The stick of incense later must be sincere. The water of the Danjiang River is the god, and Li Jin is willing to do everything for the mountains and rivers of Tongyezhou. A meager strength."

Wearing a green shirt, it disappeared.

Li Jin opened his eyes and quickly took out two scrolls from the square inch object.

Sure enough, it has already been painted with gold.

Water transportation is abundant beyond imagination.

Li Jin immediately returned to Chongdan River Water Mansion against the wind, and solemnly bathed and changed clothes. Finally, he took a deep breath, faced the south, twisted his hands like incense, condensed part of the water transport in the jurisdiction, and finally lit a stick of water incense.

at the same time.

The same is true for a river god with a green snake wrapped around his arm near the Chongdan River.

And a certain Water Goddess was even more so. She was extremely sincere and not inferior to the previous two colleagues.

In the Lotus Root Blessed Land in Luolu Mountain, the water dragons swam under it, leading the river gods in the blessed land to light a stick of incense each.

The northern end is Luzhou Jidu.

In a magnificent new palace, a young man in black with golden eyes was sitting cross-legged on the main chair in the lobby. He smiled and looked at Shuizheng, the visiting guest, "Situ Jindang, tell me." , does this count as being poor in a busy city with no one asking, and being rich in the mountains with distant relatives?”

The former colleague, now subordinate, had an awkward smile on his face.

Li Yuan just chuckled, but he was not afraid that the other party would have any grudges. The two parties knew each other well. They had been neighbors for countless years, and the other party was a person who had no profit and could not afford to be early. As long as the money was in place, everything would be easy.

Both parties were born in Shuizheng, and they have been brothers and sisters for many years.

In the past, there were three ancestral halls in Jidu, but only two ancestral halls remained. The upper ancestral hall was located in the Chongxuan Department of the Dayuan Dynasty. The central temple that Li Yuan was in charge of was in the Shuilong Sect, but it had been refined into an ancestral hall.

Inside the Dragon Palace Cave, Fushui Island, which used to be Li Yuan's dojo in the past, also helped Chen Pingan buy it at a very low price.

Comparatively speaking, before he was promoted to the title of Lord Longting of Dadu, the guy named Situ Jidang in front of him was even more wealthy.

In all the years before, I had never seen this guy come to the Dragon Palace Cave to exchange polite greetings with me. He was very arrogant and had a backer, so he looked down on me who was just waiting to die.

Today is different from the past. Situ Jidong kept coming to get close to him every now and then.

Situ Jiedang, as the Shuizheng of Jidu Shangsi, used to have the appearance of an old man. Now he is not said to be rejuvenated, but his face is radiant, and the dead tree is springing up, just like the ordinary people, who have returned from the age of octogenarians to the age of sixty. Because the Confucian Temple in the past had deliberately ignored the canonization of Dadu. As the person responsible for the incense of Dadu Temple, it has been in a pitiful situation of self-destruction for thousands of years. It holds an ancient official position with a long history, but He is like a poor man in the officialdom who does not receive any salary at all. He is even more pitiful than being a servant in the Qingshui Yamen of the Yamashita Dynasty. The emperors and monarchs of various countries along the Dadu, and the imperial courts, large and small, could not help even if they wanted to. And there was no Dragon King in the world before. Of course, the water far away could not save the fire near, so all the Dadu in the world were Shui Zheng, whenever there is a crack in the golden body, it is almost irreversible and there is no way out. Every time a golden body collapses, the world will lose one Shui Zheng. As a result, in the past when it was at its peak, there were more than 200 people in the sea and rivers, large and small, with only one out of ten.

But ever since Aquarius Island used human power to create a large road, which was equivalent to "setting a precedent", the Confucian Temple finally took action. Even some Dadu Shuizhengs, like Li Yuan, were not directly promoted to Dadu Duke, but even Situ Jidan who maintained Shuizheng's status unchanged, just because the canonization of the Confucian Temple was equal to Haoran's Dao Orthodoxy, once again After recognizing the Shui Zheng lineage, these old officials who were doing great harm were suddenly replaced by dead trees and spring.

Li Yuan stopped teasing Situ Jidong and started talking about business.

After chatting about business, Li Yuan personally saw the guests off to the front door. Firstly, it was a courtesy, and secondly, every time he looked up at the front door of his home and looked up at the gold-lettered plaque of "Longtinghou Mansion", he felt happy in his heart.

Their Shuizheng names and surnames are not taboo. Even the surname next to the character "fire" will not hinder the avenue.

But the name must be next to the word water. This is a rule from ancient times.

For example, Li Yuan's "source" and Situ Jidan's "agitation".

However, the characters "thirsty" and "sha" are definitely not suitable. As for the character "man", which is slightly larger, the character "wan" is too small, and the character "flood" is too unlucky, so if you need to change the name, then the characters "shang", "surging", and "wen" are all good choices.

Li Yuan had always felt that Situ Jidang was doing better than him, and it must be because of his superior name. But now it seems, haha, just average.

He swaggered back to the house. He really didn't want to go to the government office to find fault, so he used water magic and went to Dadu Water. He escaped thousands of miles away in an instant, and finally quietly went to the Dragon Palace Cave. Li Yuan finally Sitting on the sea of ​​clouds, overlooking the island in the lake, there are green snails in the jasper plate.

After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't see a single flower. Li Yuan yawned, fell back, and just lay on the sea of ​​clouds. He had nothing to do anyway. No, uncle, I just took a break from the busy work, so I just slept in.

The young man in black slowly opened his golden eyes and sneered: "You little thief, you are so brave, how dare you..."

Halfway through the words, Li Yuan jumped up and said, "Chen Pingan?!"

Wearing a green shirt and long coat, he said with a warm smile: "I need your help if I need anything."

Li Yuan raised his hands, slapped his cheek hard, and said crisply and sweetly, "Say!"

Even if you pretend to be fat, you should also help with this.

Do you need to ask something? I can't. Only if you nod and agree first can you be considered a brother.

Li Yuan waved his hand at the end, "What kind of merit do you want? If you see the outside world, you will see the outside world..."

Chen Ping'an shook his head and insisted: "The rules are there, no exceptions. I'll just meet you for a drink later."

Li Yuan hesitated for a moment, nodded, and asked seriously: "Are you going to see Shen Lin next?"

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "I have met Lord Lingyuan, and I have to continue on my way."

Li Yuan asked in a low voice: "Going to many places?"

Chen Pingan still nodded, "A lot."

After that, Chen Ping'an continued his "dream travel".

In "a certain" demon-suppressing building, a tall old master stood leaning on the railing and looked at the sycamore tree not far away.

Next to him is a middle-aged Taoist priest, holding a purple bamboo staff, a large gourd and wine gourd hanging on his waist, wearing a yellow shirt and hemp shoes, and holding a sword on his back.

In fact, if the old master and this "middle-aged" Taoist priest are concerned about the present moment, they are both people from the past and are looking at the future.

The Taoist priest smiled and asked: "How did you encounter when you were traveling?"

The old master laughed at himself: "No, very bad. The village boy bullied me into being old and weak."

The old master looked at it for a moment and said, "Fellow Taoist Chunyang, can you help me with the fortune telling?"

The Taoist priest smiled and nodded, "The Holy Master has spoken, how dare Lu Yan disobey."

The old master joked: "What Lu Yan, he must be the Lu Zu who has been fascinated by him for a long time."

Lu Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He counted with his fingers and said solemnly: "Feng Xing is on the ground, watch."

The old master hummed, it was the fifth line of the Guan Gua hexagram, nodded, waved his sleeves casually, and said, "Let's do the math again."

The lines previously calculated by Lu Yan were about the movement of heaven and earth, the yin grows and the yang disappears, and the great road declines and makes it difficult for all things to move forward. Or to be more precise, everything is changing and you should wait and see.

A gentleman should be quiet and not move. For the time being, he should sit on the wall and watch the wind.

After a moment, Lu Yan continued: "Nine-five, watch my life, a gentleman has no fault."

The old master smiled and said: "That's very good. God will help those who help themselves."

Lu Yan hesitated to speak, "Forget it, you are the Holy Master, of course you have the final say in the world."

The old master put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Don't think that I did anything. How is it possible?"

The Holy Master suddenly clicked his tongue in surprise and said, "Hey, I suddenly feel that tonight, the moon is not sticking to the sky alone."

Lu Yan smiled and nodded.

The old master sighed for no reason.

This most holy master in the world mentioned several names,

Among them, Yu Ke is the name of the Li Sheng. And Kou Ming is the real name of Grand Master Bai Yujing.

The last sentence.

"I really don't know how many people in the world have established religions and claim to be their ancestors, and how many people claim to be invincible."

The previous sentence.

"If there were no Chen Qingdu, Yu Ke, Kou Ming, and Chen Ping'an."