Sword of Coming

Chen Ping'an's shoulders sank, and his breath stagnated. The sword energy that was about to leave the Qi Mansion was already on the string and had to be fired. However, after being slapped suddenly on the shoulder, he was like a big snake coming out of the mountain, but encountered someone blocking the way. Hejiao, whose previously unstoppable arrogance naturally came to a halt, chose to stand still for the time being.

"Stop it, stop it." A man in a bamboo hat stood next to Chen Ping'an, put his arm around the young man's shoulders, and said with a smile: "How can it be appropriate for a big family who loves each other to fight and kill each other?"

Chen Pingan raised his head, and the elusive man in a bamboo hat smiled at him, "Believe me, I'm A Liang."

Chen Pingan sighed, "I'll listen to you for now."

A Liang just glanced at Zhu He, not even bothering to glance at the girl Zhu Lu, and said lazily: "Such a precious sword energy is used to kill a Zhu He. It is such a waste of nature. You feel sorry for me, and I feel sorry for you. What's more, ...Forget it, if you don’t say these things that will ruin the scenery, in short, my conscience, Aliang, will be troubled. You can consider this 'eighteen stops' luck method as compensation."

Chen Ping'an was about to put away the gesture of holding his fingers together. At this moment, A Liang let go of the boy's hand on his shoulder, took a step back, shook his head and said with a smile: "This posture is too ungraceful. I will teach you a good one." of."

"Stand still!" The man in the bamboo hat shouted softly, then bent his fingers and tapped Chen Ping'an's shoulder first. Then he moved like flying and tapped the young man's heart seven or eight times. At the same time, he used Bina's concentrated sound to form a line. The superior magical power of the Immortal family directly caused ripples on the young man's heart lake, and a series of heart voices sounded, "Remember the origin of this Qi in the body, remember the names and operation routes of all Qi houses, the Qi stretches like a dragon's veins, starting from Linchong, the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Mountains, is the first Qi palace in the world to raise swords. He stops here and quickly passes through three mountains and six passes. He stops here at the Fuji acupoint and then rushes through six caves and nine mansions. He then rushes to Chunyang Mansion. The third meal... This is the last one, with a total of eighteen stops. These acupoints and qi palaces are very different from what is said today. They are the precious efforts of countless swordsmen in ancient times who have overcome obstacles and paid a huge price. Remember it!"

A Liang finally asked: "Do you remember clearly?"

Chen Ping'an's forehead was dripping with sweat, "I remember seven, seven, eight, eight."

A Liang smiled and said: "That's almost enough. If you hit your head and get bloody, don't be afraid. This is the path that every sword cultivator must take. When you become familiar with the route in the future, you can try to move your Qi slowly. This is the most interesting part of the Eighteen Stops. Well, this is the knowledge that A Liang and I have figured out. Some people admire me so much that they praise me and say that this alone has raised the level of kendo a lot. Haha, I am a little embarrassed. ah."

Chen Ping'an suddenly felt that this so-called Eighteen Stops was probably not much better than the Shaking Mountain Boxing Manual.

Ah Liang seemed to see through the young man's mind and said seriously: "Do I look like a liar who talks nonsense? I, Ah Liang, have never known what bragging is in my life!"

Zhu He's mind had been reluctantly pulled out of the mud, but his limbs were stiffer than before. He would die if he moved. This was the only thought in Zhu He's mind. This was the invisible shock brought by the man in the bamboo hat.

When that guy with the green knife and gourd on his waist is your friend, you will feel that he doesn't look like a master.

But when this guy became the enemy on the opposite side, Zhu He was so frightened that he was sweating profusely and really wanted to lose his mind.

Zhu He in the distance was already distracted, and Zhu Lu nearby could only hear Chen Ping'an talking to himself.

A Liang told Chen Ping'an from his heart, "The boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, and the energy flow can travel hundreds of miles and thousands of miles in an instant. It is very good, but if it can be slowed down, it will be like a mountain that has accumulated soil for a hundred years without any increase in height, and an ocean that has accumulated water for thousands of years." , if the water surface does not rise at all, it will be better! In the future, if you are lucky, you can concentrate on practicing this path so that it can operate by itself even when you sleep."

Chen Ping'an wondered: "How do I know if I have run these 18 stops after I fell asleep?"

A Liang crossed his arms across his chest and said with a smile: "Walk to the waterless place and sit and watch the clouds rise. You will naturally know the answer by then."

A Liang sat down on the bench, but as soon as he sat down, his face looked a little strange.

Chen Pingan covered his forehead.

A Liang quietly raised his buttocks, swatted away the candied haws sticks standing on his buttocks, moved to a seat, spread his hands on the railing, exhaled heavily, and finally looked at Zhu Lu for the first time, " In addition to returning the heroic courage of Zhenwu Mountain to me along with the "Purple Qi Book", you and your father also need to take out the stack of talismans inherited from the Li family, but these talismans can only save one of you. Man, Zhu Lu, I will let you choose now, will you leave the Pillow Inn alive, or will your father leave?"

Before Zhu Lu could speak, Zhu He had already said in a deep voice: "I beg Senior A Liang to let Zhu Lu leave. I am willing to commit suicide and apologize without even having to dirty Senior's bamboo sword."

A Liang just looked at Zhu Lu with a smile, ignoring Zhu He who had already taken out the elixir and the yellow paper talisman, "Zhu Lu, who do you hope can survive?"

The girl had already burst into tears. She just covered her mouth with her hands and did not dare to cry out.

The other hand was clenched tightly behind her, and the nails pierced the palm of the hand, which was covered with blood.

Zhu He knelt down heavily in the corridor far away, kowtowed and said tremblingly: "Senior Aliang!"

A Liang looked at Chen Pingan and asked: "What do you think? Or should we let him go together? If you are afraid of Zhu He's revenge, I can abolish his martial arts cultivation. If there is an accident, I can interrupt Zhu He's immortality at will. Bridge, um, Zhu Lu’s bridge will do too.”

The young man did not look at Zhu He, but looked at Zhu Lu, "I said, you must die."

Zhu He suddenly raised his head and roared: "Chen Pingan, Zhu Lu is still a child!"

The young man who had always had a relatively calm mind turned pale with anger for no apparent reason after hearing these words.

The straw-shoe boy took a few quick steps forward, about to smash Zhu Lu's chest with a punch. At this moment, her energy was in turmoil, and her body was not much better than that of an ordinary girl. But for some unknown reason, after punching out, she couldn't help but become... It became a slap, the path tilted upward, and a slap fell hard on Zhu Lu's cheek.

A Liang pressed the boy's shoulders again, "That's it."

A Liang chuckled softly: "Some punishments are much more cruel than death."

Chen Pingan sat back on the bench, stunned. The young man had no idea how A Liang dealt with the father and daughter after that, how they left the Pillow Inn, where they would go and who they would meet in the future.

The young man suddenly raised his head and asked, "A-Liang, do you have anything to drink?"

A Liang smiled, "There is plenty of wine. My little gourd can hold a thousand pounds of wine, but I have to tell you one thing. When a person is sad, one must not drink. It is easy to become an alcoholic. Pleasant things, You can drink, and maybe you will become a drunkard while drinking."

Outside the main door of Pillow Inn.

Lin Shouyi stood alone on the street. For some reason, the boy was left outside by A Liang, who told him to wait for someone to show up and let him decide whether to cross the threshold of the inn.

Even if he is bored, the young man still stands like a lonely pine on the top of a mountain, with his back straight.

With the help of the red lantern hanging at the door of the Pillow Inn, the young man took out the Taoist classic "Yunshanglanglangshu" from his arms and began to browse the difficult-to-understand words.

But every time he reads something he understands, or realizes some of the true meaning, it is like the sky clears up after the rain, and the clouds and mist are cleared away to see the blue sky, which makes the young man extremely happy. This heartfelt joy was born out of a rough life and created a young man with an indifferent temperament who was unwilling to share it with others.

Young people are never afraid to speculate on people and things in this world with the greatest malice.

A plain-looking woman walked from a distance, looked at the boy, her eyes were filled with surprise, and she said with emotion: "He is really a good person to practice Taoism."

The woman walked to a place seven or eight steps away from the boy, smiled and said: "Hello, Lin Shouyi. We have met at the waterside before. I am on the boat and you are on the shore. My true identity is Da Li The Supreme Elder of the Changchun Palace, I am not just boasting, but I am indeed a mountain god in the eyes of the common people. I am genuine. I can wave the wind and rain with a wave of my sleeves, shake the mountains with a stamp of my feet. I am especially good at rectifying the law with five thunders in one hand, and suppressing demons and evil spirits with my palms... …”

At the end of the sentence, the woman laughed to herself and waved her hand, "No, no, this is really embarrassing. I have to ask someone to change it to something plainer next time."

The young man nodded and said, "I believe you."

The woman smiled and said, "Although I don't know what your father told you in that letter from home, and I don't even know what A Liang was thinking, but since he clearly knew that I was following you and left you outside the inn, then I think I can try to see if I can convince you to come back to the Great Li capital with me, say goodbye to your parents, and then go to Changchun Palace with me to practice Taoism."

Lin Shouyi said with an indifferent expression: "My father wants me to stay in Hongzhu Town, and then someone will pick me up and take me to the Great Li Capital City. Otherwise, if I die outside inexplicably, he will not help me collect my body. Because of a A dead person is not worth the travel expenses, my father mentioned, the prices in Dali Capital are very high nowadays, and the family expenses are very high."

The woman sighed, "Your father's words are a bit harsh, but isn't that the truth?"

The boy's mouth was full of sarcasm.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand to the young man with a solemn expression, "Although you may think it is too childish, not mysterious enough, and lacks many ups and downs and challenges, I still want to tell you, Lin Shouyi, to Take one step forward and you will be on the Bridge of Eternal Life."

The young man put away the Taoist book, put it back in his arms, shook his head and said, "Thank you, Immortal, for your kindness. It's not up to me what family you are born into or what your surname is. But I know what path you should take."

"Pity."

The woman could only sigh and did not force anyone to do anything, "Lin Shouyi, we are destined to meet again. I hope you won't regret it then."

The young man bowed and saluted, and said solemnly, "Lin Shouyi sends you to the Immortal Chief."

The woman disappeared in a flash.

Posthouse corridor.

Chen Ping'an and A Liang were sitting on one side and opposite each other on the bench in the corridor.

Chen Pingan asked softly: "Aliang, are you leaving?"

A Liang nodded.

He lifted the small gourd and took a sip of wine.

It was obvious at a glance that he was thinking of something sad, so he kept saying that he should not drink when he was sad, which was just a polite comment from a man in a bamboo hat.

A Liang stared blankly at the boy opposite him, looking at the clean eyes of the boy in front of him, Chen Pingan, just like the eyes he saw many, many years ago.

Ah Liang, I’ve thought about it, reading is useless, it’s very annoying! I, Qi Jingchun, want to travel with you in the world. I want to enjoy my grudges, drink the strongest wine, use the fastest sword, and ride the best horse. Well, I have all the money ready, a dozen taels of silver! If it's not enough, I can go back and borrow some more from my husband. My husband was very reasonable and told me that if I really didn’t want to study, I could go out for a walk. There are thousands of miles of great mountains and rivers filled with knowledge.

The scholar in blue shirt, whose nose and face were bruised and swollen after being beaten, had clear and firm eyes.

On the other side of the college gate, there was an old scholar who was hiding and not daring to see anyone. Only his head was exposed. He winked at A Liang. Seeing that A Liang ignored him, he simply moved a few steps to the threshold and rolled his eyes. Roll up your sleeves and pretend that if you dare to kidnap my students, I will fight for your life.

He goes back and forth, but his hair doesn't grow all the way, and he just talks big words. When your hair grows all the way one day, I will take you to see the colorful world outside.

Ah Liang, it's a deal, I'll wait for you.

Finally, A Liang turned his back to the young man, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, tapped his shoulder carelessly, raised his arm with the other hand, clenched his fist, and said goodbye to the young man.

The knight-errant Aliang waved goodbye to the young man who longed for the world.

After this farewell, we will never see each other again.

Finally, the man turned his head and saw that the old man was already holding the boy's hand, and the two of them walked back to the academy together.

One old and one young, chatting.

Jingchun, I forgot to ask earlier, who hit you?

The one named Zuo.

ah? He's so careless in his actions. I'll talk to him later. A gentleman only talks but doesn't use his hands. But why fight? Is it because he cannot reason with you and becomes angry?

no.

Um?

After he lost the debate, he was willing to admit defeat, but he deliberately said that no matter how much I study, I will never be more knowledgeable than you, sir. I don't think this is possible. Sir, you are very knowledgeable, but now you feel sleepy every time you read a book. , I often fall asleep after watching it. I am still young, and one day I will read more books than my husband... But he is still talking about it, if I have the ability, I will be more knowledgeable than my husband tomorrow, so I can't get angry, so I take the lead. . I admit that I can't beat him. I didn't complain when I found my husband before. Of course, a scholar must have the backbone. Sir, you are not very good in this regard. If you win an argument with others, you will lose in a fight. Just talk about how educated you are, and how the debate was unprecedented and unprecedented. If you quarrel with someone, lose, or win, just talk about how shocking the fight was...

Sir, why are you twisting my ears? Alas alas...a gentleman speaks but does not act.

What a gentleman! Sir I am a saint!

The man who saw this scene finally turned around and left.

During those long and turbulent years, there were times when the man would sit on the Great Wall, drinking wine alone. He would hear the gossip coming from far away from Daoxuan Mountain, but none of it was good news. Damn this is bad news, the man will regret not taking that young man with him, blame the old man, and even fail to take care of his proud disciple.

At this time, looking at the young man opposite, A Liang suddenly smiled, "I once had a conversation with a young man about your age. I said to him, 'Believe me, you are more promising in studying than practicing swordsmanship. 'Now I think I should also say to you, 'Believe me, you will be more successful practicing swordsmanship than boxing'."

Under the bamboo hat, A Liang's face was smiling so much that his eyebrows were squeezed together, and his smile was as bright as a warm winter day.

But Chen Ping'an had never seen A Liang so sad.