Sword of Coming

Although the little girl in the red cotton-padded jacket was briefly discouraged, she was Li Baoping, so she soon became high-spirited. She quietly moved away, sneaking from the left hand side of the tall woman, around to behind her, and then walked up to her. On the right side, look at her clothes and her big lotus leaves. Li Baoping thinks it looks good, it's really beautiful.

After listening to Cui Chan's scolding and the old man's scolding, Chen Pingan figured out some meanings, but still couldn't believe it. He swallowed and whispered to the tall woman: "This old gentleman is Mr. Qi's husband." ? What kind of literary sage is that? The great sage of Confucianism?"

No wonder this journey has had so many ups and downs. You will meet A Liang wearing a bamboo hat, the Land Sword Immortal from Fengxue Temple, and of course this guy named Cui.

The tall woman nodded and smiled: "That's right."

The woman's true form is the sword spirit conceived from the old sword hanging under the stone arch bridge. During the long waiting period of nearly ten thousand years, she once witnessed the fall of the last true dragon, the ending of the epic battle. , the great qi practitioners of the three religions and various schools of thought worked together, but there were still countless casualties. The corpses of those who died in the battle fell to the ground like rain, and their souls lingered together, mixed with the fate of the real dragon after his death. , and finally created Lizhu Dongtian, but she regarded it as a childish fight and childish play.

The sword spirit watched with cold eyes from beginning to end. Occasionally, his eyes would light up, and he would secretly pick up a few beautiful objects without being noticed.

She thought that the rest of her life would be spent either sleeping or yawning, imagining those magnificent ancient ruins, floating around in them, worse than a lonely ghost, drifting bit by bit in the long river of time. , waiting for the day when the spiritual energy is exhausted.

But when the Lizhu Cave was shattered, she chose Chen Ping'an as her second master. He was not Ning Yao, who was born as a great sword fairy, nor Ma Kuxuan, who had a good background, nor Xie Shi and Cao Xi, who were born and raised here. small town genius.

In all this, Qi Jingchun has done a great job.

First, that night, Qi Jingchun sat alone on the covered bridge until dawn, just under the popular plaque, just to persuade her to open her eyes and take a look at the boy from Mud Bottle Alley, even just once.

In fact, the first impression of Sword Spirit is that it has no feeling.

She has seen too many surprises.

So she was indifferent. For her, whether the Lizhu Cave was shattered and fell, or whether Heaven counterattacked and the people suffered, it had no impact on her.

But she was a little curious as to why Qi Jingchun, a scholar who was known as a scholar who was expected to establish a religion and become an ancestor, chose a child who had never even read a book.

So after that day, she looked at the boy a few more times, but still didn't think anything of it.

Later, she was really bored, and finally remembered that when Qi Jingchun left, by virtue of his status as a saint in the town, he intercepted the "water" that had been flowing in the Lizhu Cave for more than ten years. It was fished out by Qi Jingchun with his great powers. Get up and put it under the covered bridge.

So she had one day when she had nothing to do, so she had to find something to do, right? Then she began to reveal her true form, hovering on the water under the covered bridge. She was combing her hair while observing the water.

It’s all about the boy from Mud Bottle Alley.

There are hidden plots behind the scenes, trivial things in the streets and alleys, good deeds with hidden evil intentions, unintentional misfortunes, family conflicts, joys and sorrows, sadness and sincerity, life and death.

She thought it was quite interesting, much more interesting than watching a group of children fight, kill, or beat up a small insect.

For example, a kid who is as big as a kid, carrying a backpack that is almost as tall as most of his body, says he is going up the mountain to collect medicine, but before he even goes up the mountain, he starts crying so hard that the whole world is shaken.

Another example is a child standing on a small bench, holding a spatula in his hand and muttering to himself that he must cook a delicious meal tonight, not salty but not bland.

Another example is the child who ran away from the candied haws stall. He was drooling as he ran and could only try to imagine what he had tasted when he was a child.

Finally, for example, in order to survive, the child fished in the depths of the stream at noon, completely unaware of the reason why it is difficult for gods to catch fish at noon, and the sun became darker than charcoal.

Sword Spirit knew that these were all sufferings, but she never felt that they were unbearable sufferings.

Because the sword spirit once followed her master and fought in all directions, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the remains of gods all over the ground could pile up into mountains. Those demon elixirs from the big demons can be skewered into candied haws at one go, making them crunchy and crunchy to eat. The figures of those demons who had transformed from the outside covered the sky and the sun, and were destroyed with a single sword.

So after Qi Jingchun found her again, she still refused to nod. But when Qi Jingchun, a sage who could reason and reason, was at his wits' end, Qi Jingchun took back the handful of water and poured it gently into the Longxu stream on the covered bridge. Those scenes flowed slowly, from the young man in a hurry to deliver the message. Chen Pingan finally returned to the child Chen Pingan who was in the tomb of the immortal, praying for his mother's health. As soon as Qi Jingchun poured the water, he decided not to insist on persuading the sword spirit.

He began to walk towards the end of the covered bridge. It was at the last moment when he was so disappointed that an unintentional remark finally touched the hard-hearted Sword Spirit, "We are all very disappointed in this world."

The sword spirit remained calm, and the water was about to merge into the stream. The last scene was the child saying goodbye to his father in Mud Bottle Alley, "Dad, I am five years old and I am an adult now!"

Sword Spirit looked at the back and said: "Let him walk on the covered bridge. If he can insist on moving forward, I can consider it."

Qi Jingchun turned around in shock, then laughed heartily and nodded vigorously, "I believe in Chen Pingan, please believe in Qi Jingchun!"

The man strode down the steps of the covered bridge, his big sleeves swinging wildly, as if they were filled with Qi Jingchun's youth.

Sword Spirit was interrupted by the boy's question.

The young man asked cautiously: "Since he is Mr. Qi's teacher, can we not fight him?"

The sword spirit let go of the snow-white lotus leaf in his hand. It first floated into the sky, and then became huge in an instant, supporting a vast sky with a radius of ten miles.

She shook her head and said, "For Mr. Qi, you have to fight this fight."

Chen Pingan scratched his head and said, "I don't know why, but since it has something to do with Mr. Qi and you said that again, I believe you..."

The young man paused for a moment, stared at the tall woman with firm eyes, and grinned: "Just hit her!"

She smiled knowingly, shifted her gaze, and looked at the old man who was still stalling. He had spent most of the day trying to untie the knot that tied the scroll, and he was still muttering at this moment.

"I used to only know how to hide in my study and do my studies, and I missed a lot. After I walked out of Gongde Forest, I wanted to try a life that I couldn't imagine before, such as drinking hard, arguing with people with thick necks, eating spicy food, and going shirtless. I went swimming and traveled to many places along the way, seeing many famous mountains and rivers..."

She joked: "Master Literary Saint, it's not over yet. He was stabbed horizontally and vertically in the neck. Well, it was a sword. There is no point in delaying it like this."

The old man said angrily: "I'm just waiting for you two to change your mind."

She narrowed her eyes and said coldly: "Old guy, don't act like a good boy when you get an advantage!"

The old scholar chuckled, "Old guy?"

Her smile became gentler, "I'll note it down."

The old man's breaking of the jar meant, "Just fight, no one is afraid of the other. I really thought I couldn't fight, but that was just to compare with my ability to quarrel."

The old scholar finally untied the knot, and with a flick of his wrist, the scroll spread out horizontally with a snap, and fell diagonally to the ground. The old man held the end of the scroll in one hand. This long scroll of mountains and rivers was really long, and it instantly covered the surrounding area of ​​the well. On the ground, Chen Pingan wanted to move, but the tall woman held her shoulders down and told him not to move.

The daring Li Baoping simply squatted on the ground and observed carefully, not forgetting to reach out and poke here and there.

In addition, Cui Chan, a young man standing behind the old man, was helping the old scholar carry his luggage.

The old man shouted softly: "Take it!"

Still at the old well, Li Baoping, who was squatting on the ground studying the mountains and rivers, suddenly woke up. The scroll on the ground was gone.

Moreover, the little uncle, the bad-tempered female ghost sister, and the husband's husband, the old man she should call her master, disappeared together.

She looked up and saw that it had returned to a scroll, hovering quietly in the air.

The young Cui Zhang was not surprised by this. He stood there obediently holding his luggage, with an expression of resentment and anger on his face.

She stood up suddenly, raised the seal high, and asked loudly: "Cui, where is my junior uncle?! If you don't tell me, I'll slap you! I never hit anyone lightly, I'm not careful. I won’t be responsible for beating you to death!”

Cui Yi glanced at the little girl, with an indifferent expression on his face, nodded and said, "I'll forget about it if you beat me to death."

Provocative, right?

Forget it about the woman in white. Are you a bad guy coming too?

Li Baoping was stunned for a moment, and then became furious. Without saying a word, she ran away. After bypassing the scroll, she, who was shorter than the boy in white, jumped quickly and hit Cui Han's head with the seal in her hand. superior.

The young Cui Zhang had a puzzled look on his face and a dreamy look in his eyes. He reached out and touched his even more red and swollen forehead. He suddenly lost his bag, squatted on the ground, held his head and shouted: "I can't live this life, anyone can bully me!"

The little girl felt guilty for no reason. She moved the hand holding the seal behind her and quietly hid the crime tool. Then she began to study the scroll, hoping to find the young uncle.

Chen Pingan looked around, a bit like when he was pulled into the "underwater" by the Sword Spirit for the first time. There was nothingness all around, so some "real objects" seemed particularly "real". For example, there was a high wall in the distance in front of him. No matter how Chen Pingan stretched his neck, he couldn't see the end of the wall.

The woman in white standing next to him stretched out her hand to hold the green silk knotted together by golden silk knots, and said with a smile: "This is not only in the scroll of mountains and rivers, but also in the consciousness of the literary saint. It is more complicated and troublesome to say, you As long as you know how to draw the sword here, you and I can have no worries, which is one of the reasons why I agreed to the old man, otherwise we would have started fighting on the cliff by the river."

Her other hand suddenly pressed Chen Pingan's shoulder, "It's too close here now, so you can't see the real face. I'll take you back a little, eight hundred miles first."

Chen Pingan felt that his whole body was racing with lightning, and he backed away for an unknown distance. After finally standing still, the young man ignored the discomfort of his body and the boiling of his Qi. He opened his mouth wide and looked at "that mountain", which was eight hundred miles away. How can a mountain that looks like this be so huge?

Compared with it, Piyun Mountain in my hometown should be like a small mound?

The tall woman's face was solemn, "There is another more important reason, that is, if Wen Sheng agrees to fight here, he can give you some extra treatment."

Chen Ping'an was already shocked beyond measure, and his mouth went dry, "What?"

She stared into the young man's eyes and said, "Here, when you draw your sword, you will have a cultivation level similar to that of a ten-level qigong practitioner. Of course, this is an illusion, but it is an extremely real illusion. I hope you are in this situation After doing it, you can understand it carefully, and it will be of little use to your future practice..."

She was amused by herself and couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, I just want to let you know one thing, don't just practice boxing, especially if you always think that practicing boxing is to survive, that is too useless, how is it possible? Is your ambition so big? Think about it, who are you?"

Chen Pingan replied blankly: "Chen Pingan?"

Forget it if you don’t answer the question, the key point is that if you are not Chen Pingan, can you be someone else?

She bent down and rubbed the boy's head, "In addition to being Chen Ping'an, you are also my master."

The boy was a little embarrassed.

On the top of the mountain, an old man said angrily: "Well, I was very anxious before, but I'm not anxious now?"

Sword Spirit took a deep breath and pointed at the mountain, "That is the largest Five Sacred Mountains in the Middle Earth Divine Continent."

Chen Pingan nodded.

She looked at the mountains in the distance with hot eyes, "Then if the mountains block your road, what should you do?"

Chen Pingan said softly: "Climb over."

She raised the corners of her mouth, not annoyed, and asked again: "But what if you have a sword in your hand?"

Chen Ping'an thought of the scene when he was holding a hatchet to open a road, and asked: "Crossing the mountains?"

She laughed and said, "Yes!"

The tall woman strode forward and stood in front of Chen Pingan. She stretched out her fingers and slowly wiped them from left to right in front of her.

A tiny bit of light suddenly exploded at the far left.

Like the sun in the sky.

Then it spreads all the way to the right.

Every inch more of the dazzling light bloomed, the figure of the tall woman dimmed and disappeared.

Finally, Chen Pingan saw an unsheathed long sword hovering in front of him, as if he had been waiting for someone to hold the sword for tens of millions of years.

The light has faded.

The young man moved forward slowly and grasped the hilt of the long sword.

In an instant, the boy in straw sandals holding the long sword felt that everything was turned upside down, all the Qi acupoints were vibrating, and the airflow around his body was so chaotic that the boy could hardly open his eyes.

Chen Pingan closed his eyes and said tacitly: "Come with us!"

The sword trembled crazily.

Like the autumn cicada on the highest branch, singing to the heaven and earth!