Sword of Coming

On the top of Hengshan Mountain, there is a small temple without a gold plaque. Outside the temple is a towering old cypress, lush and green, with a strong ancient feel.

The lights inside and outside the small temple were bright, and lanterns were hung up. Outside the temple, there were more than a dozen men and women who looked like servants and maids, gathering in twos and threes, whispering.

There were five or six men drinking in the temple. Their ages ranged from weak to mature. Their faces were flushed and they were laughing loudly while drinking. Unsealed wine jars were scattered all over the floor. These men should be from serious noble families. He speaks well, criticizes current affairs, and manipulates people both horizontally and vertically. During this period, there was a man who drank to his heart's content and simply bared his chest and belly, raised his glass high, turned to look at the clay statue of the Qing Niang Niang in the shrine, and laughed and said: "Whether you are a god or a ghost, I don't care. Don't be afraid, as long as you dare to reveal your true identity, I dare to invite you to drink a glass of wine together! Haha, Qing Niang, if you are really willing to step down from the altar tonight, it will definitely be a good talk in the future, and the incense will only become more and more prosperous. If you don’t fail, I’ll do it first as a sign of respect!”

The man who smelled of alcohol burped and trembled. He raised his head and took a sip of wine, most of which spilled on his body and the ground.

Friends around her kept teasing and joking, and some even got drunk and lustful. Some people threatened to take down the statue of the Qing Niang Niang, and they would sleep with the statue together tonight, and the gods and men would have a romantic dream together. This was truly a good talk. These disrespectful words caused even greater laughter.

There was an inaudible sigh in the small temple.

A gust of breeze blew, and everyone was enjoying their drinking without noticing anything unusual.

Halfway up the mountain, Chen Ping'an, who was practicing the sword furnace, was moved. He looked down and saw someone on the ground carrying a branch. It was a survivor of the Lu family named Xie Xie.

Chen Ping'an was about to leave the branch when he saw the girl raising her head and smiling brightly, shaking the branch, her voice naturally soft and sweet, "You don't have to come down, we can chat up there."

I saw the girl start to run lightly, tiptoeing a little, leaping high, stepping on a big tree, her body ejected backwards, stepping on another tree, and so on, her body shape continued to rise, After several steps, she came to a branch near the big tree where Chen Ping'an stood. She looked like a practicing practitioner.

Xie Xie sat sideways on the branch, swayed his feet, and said with a smile: "You are a martial artist, and I am a Qi practitioner. We are different. In the eyes of Qi practitioners who have higher eyes, those who practice martial arts are like that For people who have no talent for cultivating, the reason why they practice martial arts is just the second best choice. Since your martial arts is divided into nine realms, you are ridiculed as the ninth class. It is a bit like a monk who regards himself as a pure class and regards martial arts as a lowly disciple. Officer, in the end both of us were disgusted with each other and both felt it was an eyesore."

Chen Pingan asked: "Why did Miss Xie tell me this?"

She put the branch in her hand across her lap and said straight to the point: "Cui Dongshan is probably really desperate. He found a small temple and burned incense randomly. He found me in private and said that if I can help him say a few good words in front of you, Even if you still don't agree to accept him as your student, you will still give me a treasure. Of course I covet his ownerless flying sword, but Cui Dongshan refused. He was only willing to give me a bamboo flute after the matter was completed. He showed me the appearance of the flute. It was a true fish-insect flute. It was once a secret treasure in the palace of the Lu family. It was one of the earliest tokens of the contract between a mountain gate and the founding emperor of the Lu family. I am a woman, so of course I like it. All the beautiful and eye-catching things in the world are coming to you."

When someone disturbed her, Chen Pingan stopped practicing stake setting and sat on the branch like her, with an upright posture and looked at her, "Thank you, Miss, please continue talking, I'm listening."

Xie Xie said with a smile: "It's already finished. The previous discussion about the difference between pure martial artists and monks on the mountain was just for fear of being left in the cold, and I wanted to throw some light on it. To be honest, Cui Dongshan has hit the wall with you time and time again. I usually watch with cold eyes. I will feel very relieved. When it is my turn to talk to you, I will have a headache. I am afraid that if you reject me without listening to anything, then the fish and insect flute that I am about to get will have wings and fly away."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "If Cui Dongshan asks, I will prove that Miss Xie you have already asked for mercy. If possible, can Miss Xie tell you something about martial arts?"

The girl squinted her eyes and looked at the young man's face, as if she wanted to see through the young man's background at a glance, and said softly: "I just heard about martial arts, there is nothing I can't say. The reason why I know these superficial things is because of practice The lower five realms of Qi Shi, nourishing and refining qi, actually still cannot escape the realm of skin, flesh, muscles and bones, which is why it is called the 'lower five realms'."

She stretched out a finger and pointed at several places on Chen Ping'an's body, "There are more than 300 Qifu acupoints in the human body, connected to each other like a mountain range. The first level of martial arts for you, the Mud Embryo Realm, is where you find that Tone, and then help it find the most suitable Qifu acupoint for habitat and nourishment. The level of talent can be reflected here. Someone should have told you about this, right?"

Chen Ping'an was listening to the girl's story attentively. After hearing her question, he replied: "I have heard people talk about this before, but I don't mind hearing it a few more times, so thank you, Miss, please continue talking and don't worry about me. Have you heard of it?"

The girl subconsciously tapped the branches lightly, raised her chin slightly, and looked at a place higher than Chen Ping'an. "The so-called martial arts genius is, first, able to find the aura at an extremely young age. Second, it selects the Qifu acupoints. , it is not an uncommon location, but some key acupoints that have an innate advantage, just like some people occupy a small dirt bag in the wilderness, or a mass grave that no one cares about, and some people occupy the Hongzhu Town, which is an important land and water hub. , there will be people who directly occupy the Great Li Capital City. The scenes of the three are naturally different. The third is the thickness, density, length, and length of the breath itself. Otherwise, let your Qi Mansion be located in the Great Li Capital City. , but if you don’t have the ability to tap your potential, it’s meaningless. Can you understand how I describe it?”

Chen Ping'an said: "It's still understandable."

"What Cui Dongshan called before was the flying sword that the sword cultivator among us Qi practitioners cultivated in the natal orifice. It merged with the soul of the sword cultivator, and the natal flying sword came out of the body to kill the enemy. , it is the sword of substance. When it returns to the acupoint, it will turn into nothingness. It is very mysterious. My master once said that in fact, the acupoints of the human Qi Palace can be regarded as the blessed land of caves and heavens under the sky. People are born with "square-inch" magical powers. , so I practiced hard the day after tomorrow, and once the joints are opened, everything, whether it is the natal flying sword or other magic weapons, can be accommodated in it no matter how big your body is like a mountain."

"The second level of your martial arts is to use the natal acupoints as the starting point and start to expand the roads in all directions, turning the originally rugged and narrow meridians into spacious post roads and official roads. Why are there so many martial arts categories in the world? ? This is because the method of opening a mountain is different. Where does it start, which road to take, and how to take shortcuts? Each family has secrets that are not passed on to others. For example, the meridians opened by martial artists practicing boxing are the same as those of swords, guns, swords and halberds. It's different. Chen Pingan, I can see that you are laying the foundation for the second level now. No wonder you have to practice boxing, walking and stance diligently every day. With your speed, I believe you will be able to reach the second level soon. Three realms. By the way, may I know where your natal acupoint is?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "No."

The girl wrinkled her nose and muttered: "Stingy."

However, when she thought of the tragic experience of Cui Han, a young man from the Great Li Kingdom, the girl immediately felt that it was normal for a character like Chen Ping'an to reject her. Chen Ping'an's temper, to put it mildly, is like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard, but to put it nicely, it means he has a tough and unshakable mind.

Chen Pingan suddenly asked: "Why did Miss Xie say that I can reach the third realm soon?"

Xie blurted out: "You martial arts practitioners only rely on one breath. In the final analysis, you are exchanging killing power at the cost of harming your body. As long as you want to prolong your life, you must reach the sixth realm early. You can nourish yourself every day." The soul and divine will feed back the body. If you stay in the second and third realms for too long, the innate true energy will become more and more exhausted. Every time you fight with someone and get seriously injured, it is a rush of vitality, so you will train yourself to death by practicing boxing. There are countless fools in the world. Even martial arts practitioners from wealthy families can soak the body with precious medicinal materials to heal injuries, but they still treat the symptoms rather than the root cause and cannot truly benefit a person's soul. Although martial arts are not high, they cannot achieve enlightenment. Immortality, but once you reach the pinnacle of martial arts and reach the ninth realm or even the legendary real end, the tenth realm, it is not difficult to live for one or two hundred years."

Chen Ping'an retorted: "This is not entirely correct. People with good talents can be quick. People with poor qualifications like me are more likely to make mistakes the more anxious they are. It is better to take it step by step and make no mistakes every time. Every step is useful, not to mention that I am not practicing martial arts to pursue those high realms, it is just... to strengthen my body."

When Chen Ping'an spoke, he changed his words to a subtle one. In fact, to be precise, Chen Ping'an was using boxing to risk his life.

After Cai Jinjian secretly destroyed the Changsheng Bridge with vicious tactics, Chen Ping'an's body was not in good condition except that his path of cultivation was blocked and his lips were dead and his teeth were cold. After the battle at Qidun Mountain, the damage was serious, and the little life span that was finally gained was wiped out. Fortunately, he went all the way south and relied on a large number of walking and standing positions every day. Chen Ping'an accumulated some wealth and has already You can clearly feel the improvement of your body, just like the body of a dilapidated house with air leakage from all sides, patching it up is still useful after all.

The girl smiled and said: "The speed of martial arts training varies from person to person. If you feel that it is better to practice slowly and steadily, I think there is no problem."

Thank you. As a Qi practitioner, I have only a little knowledge about martial arts. She is often used to applying cultivation to martial arts. Although her vision is higher than Zhu He's, many details are definitely not as good as those of Zhu He, a fifth-level martial artist. , came accurately and thoroughly. What's more, Zhu He was personally praised as a "Mingshi" by the ancestor of the Li family in Fulu Street, and his evaluation was far higher than that of famous teachers, which shows how powerful Zhu He is. However, Zhu He was limited by the Li family's background in a small town in a corner. Like most martial artists in the martial arts world under the mountain, he firmly believed that the martial arts masters in the ninth realm had come to an end, so he regarded the ninth realm as the end.

In fact, there is a tenth realm above the nine realms. The difference between the ninety realms is very large, even greater than the gap between the sixth realm and the ninth realm.

Martial arts and martial arts are not related to the Dao. Even if the physical body is tempered to be stronger than the Buddhist Vajra Invincible, it is still difficult to achieve great achievements. At least the life span is short, which is a real bottleneck. If you want to Breaking is a foolish dream, no one is exempt.

Because of this, in the eyes of qi practitioners, the martial arts practitioners at the foot of the mountain are a lot shorter than them. They spend their whole lives fighting at the foot of the mountain. At most, they come to our mountainside for a walk, and that is their end. . What great prospects can we have in this life? On the other hand, among the people who practice Taoism in the upper five realms, which one does not have a long life and hope for a great path?

If martial arts is not related to the Dao, even if the physical body is tempered to be stronger than the Buddhist Vajra Invincible, it will still be difficult to make a big difference. It will become old and decayed after a hundred years, and it will still be insignificant bones after two hundred years. One pair.

Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Thank you, girl, you Qi practitioners, as free and easy mountain gods, also need to exercise your body like martial arts practitioners?"

Back in the small town, Ning Yao reminded him that people like Yunxiashan Cai Jinjian and Old Dragon City Fu Nanhua, even though they were bound by the forbidden rules of magic in the small town, their physical toughness was far beyond that of ordinary people, and they could be killed with one punch. Chen Pingan is very relaxed, but if Chen Pingan doesn't hit the vital point, it will be difficult to kill the opponent.

After hearing the words "free and easy", the girl twitched her lips, her smart eyes full of bitterness. After hiding her discouragement, she patiently explained: "Nursing and refining qi is the most important thing, physical fitness can only be regarded as smooth. Why, well, it’s not appropriate to say this. How should I put it? A porcelain bowl cannot hold ten kilograms of wine, but a priceless square inch object, the size of a porcelain bowl, can hold hundreds of kilograms of wine. We practice Qi The warrior must draw the vitality of heaven and earth to pour and sharpen the skin, flesh, muscles, bones and blood of the body, and make the porcelain bowl stronger. If the skin of the warrior is too delicate and fragile, it will definitely ruin the matter of immortality."

After saying this, the girl had no intention of continuing the conversation and began to remain silent. She turned to look at the scenery beyond Hengshan Mountain under the moonlight.

Chen Pingan did not disturb the girl's thoughts.

Of course Chen Ping'an, who didn't have much ink in his stomach, couldn't express the words "Jiao Qian Yan Shen Shen", but of course he understood the truth.

Therefore, Chen Pingan would never reveal a word about the acupoints and aura wandering around in his body to outsiders.

Professor A Liang's sword energy has been running for eighteen times, and he is even more tight-lipped.

In fact, the qi energy that roamed like a fire dragon in the body changed its previous hesitant situation and finally chose two qi mansions as its habitat, one above and one below. One of the "mansions" was Qidun Mountain. After killing the white python with my own hands, I found the acupoint where the sword energy disappeared. When the sword energy left, the energy quickly settled in it like a treasure, staying there for much longer than the acupoint near the lower Dantian.

Then Chen Pingan cooperated with the breathing method taught by Old Man Yang in his early years, and tried to make every breath of walking and standing, try to walk through, pass by, or be close to the eighteen stops and pass through the major acupoints.

Every time Chen Pingan practices boxing, others can see it at a glance.

But with Chen Ping'an's almost stubborn breathing style, others may not be able to see the huge effort involved.

Old Man Yao had something he said before his death, which the boy from Mu Bottle Alley will remember for the rest of his life.

It's yours, so take it and don't throw it away. It's not supposed to be yours, don't even think about it.

In the past, Chen Ping'an was very poor and thought more about the latter sentence. Now that I have some wealth and have begun to pursue something, the previous sentence begins to come in handy.

I, Chen Pingan, want to do my best in everything I can do!

He often told himself this silently.

As the boy in straw sandals went south, he changed his straw sandals one pair after another. Even though he saw a lot of new scenery, the truths he knew first, big and small, were only a few that came and went, and none of them were lost.

It seems that the words and principles that may be empty and useless in the eyes of others are particularly valuable to the empty-handed boy from Mud Bottle Alley since he was young. They will only become more valuable as the years go by. When I am dealing with people, I will think about them. When no one is around, I also like to take them out and chew them.

"The Great Li", one of the classics of Confucianism, says: The destiny is called nature, the will of nature is called Tao, and the practice of Tao is called teaching. The Tao cannot be separated for a moment; it can be separated, but it is not the Tao.

One day before, Li Baoping explained this sage's teaching to Chen Pingan. The young man in white, who usually never showed his face, stepped out of the carriage and silently came to the two of them. After listening, he left silently.

However, at that time, the little girl followed the script and spoke in a general and rigid manner. Chen Pingan was even more confused and confused, and the two of them quickly skipped this section.

At this time, the girl suddenly said: "Don't worry about me, Chen Ping'an, you should leave first."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Cui Dongshan said that there is a high possibility of demons in this Hengshan Mountain. It's so late, Miss Xie, please be careful."

The girl smiled and said: "Although I am a young monk in the lower fifth realm now, I still have some means of self-protection in life and death situations, so don't worry."

After Chen Ping'an slid down the tree trunk to the ground, he walked slowly forward with a rock-shaking pile walk, with a certain degree of relaxation.

The originally simple boxing skills of the outsiders gave the young man some smooth inner skills.

The girl held the branch and patted her knees gently.

The young man in white stood elusive on a high branch nearby, exactly where Chen Pingan's original sword furnace was erected. The branches under his feet swayed gently, and the young man's figure rose and fell accordingly.

Cui Zhang faced away from the mountain, waved his hand, and a bamboo flute spun and flew to the girl to thank her. The latter reached out to catch it and looked down with complicated eyes.

Xie Xie asked: "After nearly two decades along the way, if even the Imperial Master could not see through Chen Pingan's character? According to your instructions, let me chat with Chen Pingan, and allow me to say whatever I think of, but What can we talk about?"

The young man in white looked into the distance and said softly: "When Chen Ping'an sees me, his whole spirit will instinctively shrink, just like a pass. When he sees the smoke warning, he will be in seclusion under martial law. Usually he and Li Bao When the three of them are in a relationship with each other, their true feelings will be revealed, but that's not enough. Someone needs to talk to him about some weighty, everyday things."

Xie Xie asked tentatively: "Where is the real bottom line for the National Preceptor to determine Chen Ping'an?"

The young man didn't answer the question, with a look of pain on his face, "The old man has imprinted some words on my soul. All I know for the time being is that they will extremely amplify certain emotions of mine. It seems natural, but looking back it is really disappointing. It’s scary. If old man Yang hadn’t reminded me, I might still take it for granted.”

The girl smiled and said, "You want the Imperial Master to learn to treat others with sincerity?"

Cui Zhang didn't turn his head, and said with a cold face: "Little girl, I advise you not to say sarcastic words. My patience has a bottom line. I can't help him, Chen Ping'an, otherwise he would have died a hundred times. As for you This little guy who can only drift with the crowd, a poor guy who has no one to set up a tomb when he dies, if I really want to crush you to death, I just have to kick him."

The girl was silent.

Cui Chan put his hands behind his back and twisted his wrist with the other hand, "Yu Lu is much smarter and more lovable than you."

The girl no longer dared to talk nonsense.

Maybe it was because she had been on such a safe road, and the words and deeds of the young and skinny Dali Imperial Master next to her were too absurd, that made her feel contemptuous without even realizing it.

The young man's eyes were confused, and he said to himself: "Taoism is high, Buddhism is far away, and the rules are great. It can be said that each of them has the foundation to establish a religion. How can other schools of thought compete with these three schools? How can they establish a religion? Is there really no one? Any chance? Do you really want me to follow Qi Jingchun's example and stand out from the old man's intellectual system by relying solely on knowledge and knowledge? But the problem is, I did it at the beginning and even thought I had found the right path, but you slapped me in the face, old man. Just shoot me to death. What do you want from me? Tell me!"

The young man couldn't help but burst into tears again.

At this moment, this scene, in the grateful eyes of the girl on the side, no longer seemed funny at all. Instead, she wished she was deaf and didn't hear anything.

The young man turned his head with tears in his eyes and said with a smile: "Little bitch, you owe me another life. Remember, you will have to pay me back in the future."

When Chen Pingan returned to the cowhide tent, he suddenly felt a little dizzy.

There is an unfamiliar face in the team.

She was dressed in a white dress, her skin was as good as snow, her lips were black and blue, and her temperament was faint, not like a living person.

The woman was sitting by the campfire, playing chess with Lin Shou. The Yin God with a vague face was sitting cross-legged and staring at the situation on the chessboard.

Li Baoping was also squatting aside. The little girl did not have the consciousness to watch the game without saying a word. Whether it was Lin Shouyi or a strange woman, she would comment on every move made.

Only Yu Lu guarded the carriage and did not approach the bonfire.

Chen Pingan was in a daze, what on earth is going on?

Li Huai quickly ran to Chen Pingan and whispered: "This sister is very upright. As soon as we met, she confessed that she was a ghost from the Qing Niangniang Temple on the top of the mountain, because she liked playing chess the most during her lifetime, and now the small temple is Beside, there were a lot of literati who were exploring, drinking and having fun. She was upset by the noise, so she went for a walk down the mountain. She happened to see Lin Shouyi reviewing the game there, and she couldn't help but want to play chess. As a reward, she was willing to take out a unique chess book and give it to Lin Shouyi as a reward. After some cross-examination, Senior Yin Shen felt that the problem was not big, so he agreed to her."

Chen Pingan didn't have the savvy to play chess, and because he was afraid of making mistakes, he also liked to play slowly. Therefore, after Lin Shouyi had two chess friends, Xie Xie and Yu Lu, he didn't like to talk to Chen Pingan anymore. Chen Ping'an knew that he was not good at playing chess, so he did not study it in depth. Lin Shouyi, on the other hand, often played music alone during breaks. He looked as lonely as an enlightened monk. It seemed that he had been nurtured by his family.

Chen Pingan walked to the campfire without getting close to the chess game and added a handful of firewood. However, even Lin Shouyi, who was playing the game, raised his head and looked at Chen Pingan. The stern young man's face was a little apologetic. After all, he was following them. The Yin Shen who traveled far away explained to them in detail after the incident of the ghost in wedding dress that all the incense gods of all walks of life who were not included in the mountain and river genealogy by the imperial court, no matter how high their cultivation level or how good their reputation was, could only be included. Ghosts and ghosts are no better than helpless ghosts like him.

Chen Pingan waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, you continue."

The female ghost was so absorbed in playing chess that she held a black piece between her fingers and put it against her chin, frowning.

Obviously, the female ghost's chess skills are not too high, otherwise Lin Shouyi would not have the upper hand.

Chen Ping'an sat alone a little far away from the bonfire and secretly glanced at Yin Shen. The latter smiled and nodded, indicating that there was no need to worry, as this woman could not cause any trouble.

Chen Pingan was completely relieved.

This Yin God should have said goodbye to them outside Dali Yefu Pass, and then returned to Longquan County along the same route. But he suddenly changed his mind and said he would give it away again, not because of Old Man Yang's orders, but just for a little selfishness.

Chen Pingan didn't know what was going on. Seeing Yin Shen's insistence, he agreed.

Chen Ping'an began to practice the sword furnace again.

When the young man opened his eyes, he found that Yin Shen was sitting next to him, with his back to the people and ghosts who were playing and watching chess. He looked at Chen Ping'an with a smile.

Chen Pingan asked: "Is something wrong?"

Yinwu hummed and said slowly: "I'm going back soon. I want to say goodbye to you first."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Yinwu suddenly called Chen Pingan.

When the boy was confused, his eyes suddenly widened and he saw a slightly familiar face, Yin Shen, who revealed a real face. He quickly stretched out his finger and made a silent gesture, and soon returned to his previous state. With the weird sight of blurry and swaying appearance, the Yin God used secret techniques to sound his voice in the young man's heart, and said softly: "Xiao Ping An, thank you for helping me take care of Xiao Can for so many years. I am very grateful. You also gave the loach to me. Xiaocan, I really don’t know how to repay you. Really, if I could, I would give my life to you, but I can’t..."

Chen Pingan's eyes turned red, and then he grinned.

The kind-hearted young man was sincerely happy for Gu Can.

But he couldn't help it, he felt a little sad.

Yin Shen stretched out his fist, punched his heart in a gesture, and said with a smile: "Chen Ping'an, I believe in you, one day you will reach the highest and farthest place!"

Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer. The figure of this Yin God had quietly passed away.

This year, Chen Pingan was fourteen years old.

The young man Cui Chan is fifteen years old. Lin Shou was twelve years old, Li Baoping was nine years old, and Li Huai was seven years old. Yu Lu was fourteen years old. Thank you thirteen.