Sword of Coming

Cui Han, who had been sitting on the ground in a daze, glanced sideways at the little girl and the scroll, and said angrily: "Even if the sky falls, this scroll will not be damaged at all. Do you know what the sky falls? The Divine Continent of Middle Earth once There was an unknown person who pierced the Tianhe River with a single sword, directly drawing down the endless water flow from a Yellow River cave. From a distance, it looked like a big hole had been opened in the sky, and the water was falling down.

This created the "Water of the Yellow River Coming from the Sky", which is one of the ten most beautiful sights in the world, and the Baidi City located among the colorful clouds. The city lord of Baidi City is amazing. He is one of the few who dares to claim to be the demon sect's orthodoxy. The hero is very romantic. I once had the honor to talk to him. He is in the Caiyun River outside Baidi City. He is known as the Tenth Game of Caiyun. He loses more and wins less, but it is still an honor to lose. After all, the pole has ' The banner of "Fengrao is the best chess player in the world" has been set up at the top of Baidi City for more than 600 years. There are only a handful of chess players who are qualified to play against the city lord..."

The little girl didn't like hearing all this, and said angrily: "Why are you showing off so much? If I say the scroll is broken, it's broken! If I win, let me stamp another one on your forehead with my seal?" Do you dare to bet?!"

gamble?

Cui Zhang immediately became interested, his dejection disappeared, he stood up suddenly, patted his butt, and asked with a smile: "What if I win?"

Li Baoping said generously: "If my uncle comes out of the scroll and still insists on killing you, then I will go back and help you collect the body! Tell me where you want to be buried. How about the Immortal Tomb in our small town? I often Go, the road there is relatively familiar, it can save me a lot of trouble..."

Cui Han bared his teeth and stretched out his hand: "Stop it, stop it. If I win, you can help me convince Chen Ping'an that not only can he not kill me, but he will also accept me as his disciple."

The moment he left Laojing, he was hit heavily on the forehead by Qi Jingchun's "quiet mind and contentment" seal, which completely dispelled the last "a bit of awe-inspiring energy" in this skin. He truly fell from a fifth-level monk to a common man. As expected, Qi Jingchun As he said at Yuan's old house in the small town, if he didn't repent, he would have his own means to make Cui Chang suffer.

However, the general trend of Dongbaopingzhou was like this. When Da Li went south, the arrow had to be fired. Moreover, the road Cui Han was walking on had no way of turning back and could not allow him to retreat even half a step. Therefore, even if it was determined that Qi Jingchun had a back-up plan at that time, Cui Han still should Just do what you want to do, at most you just need to be more careful in your actions and words.

But no matter what, whether it is the young Cui Chun or the national advisor Cui Chan who is in the capital, no matter how treacherous, bloodthirsty, and dark the city, he will never lack the courage to be willing to accept defeat. Cui Chan never lost this point from the beginning of his apprenticeship and academic career to being reduced to a small national teacher of the barbarians in the north of Aquarius Continent.

Li Baoping shook his head and said: "Even if I am bound to win, I will not agree to such a thing."

Cui Han blinked, "If you don't do this kind of business, how can you become the young concubine of Cliff Academy in the future, female sir?"

Li Baoping looked at this former "uncle" with disdain? The little girl said what she said, as if she had killed the stumbling block in her heart. She never cared about "collecting the corpse", she just jumped over and ran to an unknown distant place to find her next opponent. Even my husband Qi Jingchun was helpless about this.

The little girl raised her arm and shook the white seal in her hand, "Are you afraid?"

Cui Han chuckled and said: "You are a little girl who grew up in the mountains. I am not as knowledgeable as you."

Li Baoping slowly retracted his arm and breathed lightly at the seal script, showing signs that he was ready to find a place to seal it.

Cui Chen swallowed his saliva and said, "Li Baoping, don't be like this. If you have something to say, please speak it out. We are all disciples of Confucianism, and a gentleman should talk but not do anything. We are from the same school. Besides, you are not afraid of my uncle looking at you." You are so arrogant and not at all as virtuous and elegant as everyone's ladies. I won't like you in the future?"

Li Baoping smiled happily and said: "Will my junior uncle like me? I am my favorite person in the world!"

Cui Chen sighed, "But one day, your junior uncle will have his favorite girl."

The little girl said without hesitation: "Then you like me for the second time. It's still a very happy thing."

Cui Chan looked at the gods and ghosts on his face, "Is this okay?"

The little girl suddenly showed the same expression and looked behind Cui Chan. Cui Chan turned his head, thinking that something had happened. His body couldn't withstand the slightest pain at that moment, but Cui Chan knew in an instant that something was wrong. , there is nothing behind him, nothing unusual.

A seal struck him on the forehead with lightning speed, causing Cui Han to fall backward on the spot.

As he fell to the ground, young Cui Han was filled with grief and anger. This was the third time!

Lying on his back on the ground, Cui Han said angrily: "Li Baoping, if you dare to attack me with a seal again, if you hit me once, you will fall from the second favorite to the third, and so on, you can decide what to do! I After all, Cui Chan was a Confucian saint, so he should have some weight in his words, so don’t say he was unpredicted!"

Of course, these are deceptive words with a strong look and a soft heart. Confucian saints do have the magical power to speak the constitution of heaven, but they are extremely strict with the requirements of the cultural heritage they inherit and the nourishment of their own awe-inspiring aura.

Now, except for the personal belongings stored in the square inch treasure and a skin bag with golden branches and jade leaves, Cui Chan has nothing else. To make matters worse, the square inch object is like the smallest cave between heaven and earth, even if the divine will is connected with the square inch object Master, there are requirements for the realm of Qi Practitioners. The one on Cui Han requires that he be at least the fifth realm. As for others to forcefully break through, they need to be strong at ten realms, such as military swordsmen and others. For the eleventh realm monk, it is very easy to open.

The reason is very simple. Fangcunwu is your own home, but the door is locked. The five realms of cultivation are like the key in the owner's hand, and you still need to unlock the door to enter.

If a robber wants to break in, it's not impossible, but it will be very difficult.

At the moment, Cui Han's body is extremely weak, and so is his soul and body. He is not even as good as an ordinary weak boy. Only in the future, if he is properly treated, will he be able to regain the strength of a normal person. As for cultivation, he really has to leave it to fate and rely on great opportunities and great luck. However, Cui Chan feels that judging from his experiences along the way, he is very satisfied to be alive as Chen Pingan's apprentice.

A Confucian saint in the twelve realms fell to a monk in the tenth realm, then to the fifth realm, and finally to a common man who could no longer fall.

Cui Chen felt that his life was full of ups and downs.

You dare to threaten me?

This guy doesn't remember to fight, even worse than Li Huai.

Li Baoping was so angry that he rushed over, knelt down behind him, and stamped the boy Cui Han's head quickly.

Thunderous and resolute, strong wind and rain.

It catches people off guard.

Even a tough-minded person like Cui Chan felt hopeless at this moment.

After all, the opponent is just a little girl, not guys like old scholar Qi Jingchun.

In the scroll of mountains and rivers, the boy who raised his arm and slashed with a sword lost consciousness when he landed. He was held in the arms of the tall woman who had recovered her true body. She carefully supported Chen Ping'an and sat down on the ground together, holding her arms gently. The thin young man had a golden silk knot hanging on his chest, covering his face. She threw her hands behind her back and stared down at Chen Ping'an, who had a dark face.

She suddenly raised her head, looking a little surprised.

In the scroll belonging to the restricted area of ​​​​the Saint, an extremely tall golden figure appeared, standing on the top of Suishan Mountain, as if talking to an old scholar. Even a woman who is used to seeing big and small women feels that this uninvited guest is something that should not be underestimated. The old scholar probably didn't want the conversation to be leaked and blocked the induction. She didn't care about it. She lowered her head again, looked at the sleeping boy, and said with a smile: "If you become a Qi practitioner in the future and your skin becomes white, you will actually be a handsome young man." , not handsome, but a 'upright and smart' person cannot escape."

Mount Otake.

The golden god, who was originally a thousand feet tall, shrunk to a tall man of ten feet after landing on the top of the mountain. He was wearing a majestic and solemn golden armor. There were countless talismans carved on the surface of the golden armor, some of which were ancient talismans that had long been lost. Wen, exuding a rustic and desolate atmosphere, has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. Some of them are still as new as yesterday even after thousands of years, exuding a sacred light. Each talisman is embedded in the armor, and the words between the lines are like strips of gold. The rivers and the words are like golden mountains.

The old scholar felt a little unreasonable. He shrank his neck and deliberately looked around.

The man's face was covered with armor and he said in a dull voice: "It has been six thousand years since I became the righteous god of Suishan. This is the first time that someone dares to challenge me, Suishan, with a sword. Scholar, you have nothing to explain?! "

The old scholar looked confused, "What are you talking about?"

The man in golden armor knew the old scholar's temper very well and was too lazy to say anything. He turned to look at Chen Ping'an and frowned, "The aura on her body is very originary. Who is she? She was the one who personally chopped off the spikes." Mountain?"

The old scholar whispered: "I advise you not to mess with her. This old girl has a bad temper."

The man in golden armor said calmly: "I have a good temper?"

The old scholar rolled his eyes and said: "Yes, yes, you all have a bad temper, so I have a good temper. You all like to be unreasonable with reasonable people. I'm so angry!"

The golden-armored god didn't know what he thought of, and the tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

The old scholar sighed, "I won't tell you what happened. Anyway, it has something to do with Xiao Qi, so why are you so patronizing?"

The man remained silent.

The old scholar laughed and said: "I'll take it as your acquiescence. Alas, you are good at everything, but you are a bit thin-skinned and like to put on airs. What do you mean by our friendship? Back then we went to spy on the Mountain Goddess. I didn’t expect that she was bathing and changing clothes at that time. If I hadn’t been righteous and bear the wrath of the empress alone, I talked to her for three days and three nights about the sage’s principles, and finally convinced her with reason, and it was not easy for her to let her go. Let bygones be bygones, otherwise where would you put your old face..."

The man said dullly: "Shut up!"

The old scholar knew that the matter was settled and stopped pushing for an inch. The rules of Suishan Mountain God could not be overstated. They could make this stupid guy turn a blind eye. The old scholar felt that he was still very powerful. Somewhat wandering, he pointed to the distance, "By the way, did you see that, that boy is the closed disciple that Xiao Qi helped me recruit, what do you think? Isn't it very good, haha, I like it anyway, his temperament is very similar to mine back then. , I like to reason with people, but if I really can’t make sense, I will take action again. His action style is just like Xiao Qi’s back then. Tsk, do you have any wine on you?”

The man in golden armor swept his eyes over the young man, "Either Qi Jingchun is crazy, or you are blind."

The old scholar was not angry and said cheerfully: "You idiots know nothing about scholars."

The man in golden armor should be regarded as the Five Sacred Gods with the highest status and the most power in this vast world. However, being stronger does not mean that they will be able to get what they want, because gods with outstanding combat power and transcendent status, especially those who can not Under the influence of incense, the constraints of rules in the vast world tend to be greater. There was a time when the old scholar was responsible for keeping an eye on the five mountains in Suishan before the statues were placed in the Confucian Temple. This can be done To be said to be an outcast in Qingshui Yamen can sometimes be said to be an incredible feat.

For example, one of the three most famous moves of the old scholar was to use the zodiac sign to suppress an entire large five-mountain mountain in the Middle Earth, causing most of it to sink underground.

The golden body of the Five Sacred Gods, who had great backing, was shattered on the spot. The two disciples of Dao Ancestor were so furious that they almost broke through the sky and forced their way into the vast world from the outside world.

The scholar, who was not too old at the time, instead of hiding back to the Confucian Academy, went straight to the sky alone. At the junction of the two places, he faced the menacing Taozu disciples face to face. The scholar stretched his neck and pointed at his own neck. Come on, chop here.

On that trip to heaven, scholars were very generous.

Can this be considered a good temper?

If he really was a good-tempered gentleman, could he teach disciples like Qi Jingchun, Zuo, and Cui Chen? One may establish a religion and claim to be the ancestor, one may deviate from the orthodoxy, and one may deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor.

The golden-armored god suddenly asked: "For the sake of Qi Jingchun, who is bound to die, he broke his oath and left the Merit Forest, and even gave up the avenue. What's the point?"

A wise man violates the rules, a gentleman violates the rules, and each has its own dismal ending. Within the Confucian tradition, there will be saints and masters who teach according to the rules.

But the saint went against his will and met the most miserable end.

The old scholar really risked his life for Qi Jingchun, who was bound to die.

Almost no one can understand it.

It is meaningless to engage in a battle of wills when you know that the overall situation has been decided.

Therefore, even though this golden-armored god was used to seeing mountains and rivers change color, he still found it strange.

The old scholar touched his head, smoothed his hair, and said with a smile: "I once asked Qi Jingchun to answer a question. Now that Qi Jingchun has given his answer, of course I, as a teacher, cannot be inferior to my disciples."

Master Suishan sneered and said: "Don't follow me, those who are surrounded by clouds and fog. Isn't that what you said? Since a disciple does not have to be inferior to a master, your rhetoric does not make sense."

The old scholar stretched out his hand and tapped the golden-armored god, "You study hard. Believing in books is worse than having no books at all, do you understand?"

The golden-armored god smiled angrily and said, "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Let's go and take care of yourself."

He hesitated and said, "If it doesn't work out, come to Suishan."

The old scholar waved his hands and said: "Pooping in Suishan is like blaspheming the saints, so I won't go there. Besides, now that I have indeed lost the opportunity to attain enlightenment and lost my previous ability, who can say that?" If you want to deal with me, hey, just come here. It's a pity, if I had this opportunity back then, when I met that bull-nosed guy, he would hold his thigh and chop my head. If he doesn't chop me, I won't let him. If you leave, you won't be so frightened that your legs will shake afterward."

The golden-armored god shook his head. He really lost interest in talking. He didn't want to talk about old things with this scholar. Anyway, since he had known the old scholar, he felt that every time he met this guy, he would definitely be disappointed. But after being disappointed every time, I can't help but look forward to the next meeting.

Strange.

The old scholar suddenly shouted: "Don't leave yet, don't leave yet, please ask me for help. Don't be afraid of things as big as sesame seeds and mung beans."

The golden-armored godman said nothing, and a golden light rose from the ground, about to leave this place.

But the next moment, he showed his true form, hovering in the air.

It turned out that the old scholar shamelessly reached out and grabbed his ankle, hanging in the air with him.

He had no choice but to land on the ground again, looked at the old scholar who was standing aside with a smile and clapped his hands, and said angrily: "It's an insult to politeness! If you fart, hurry up!"

The old scholar rubbed his hands, "Didn't I just accept a closed disciple? The first impression I gave him was probably not very good, so I wanted to make up for it and gave him a meeting gift or something. After all, I had to say goodbye soon. I really don’t have the chance to teach him how to read, and I feel guilty.”

The golden-armored god sneered and said: "I can help you prepare a greeting gift? Okay, it's simple. I, Suishan, have the Zhenyue sword that has lost its sword spirit. Do you want to give it to your disciple? Is it enough?"

The old scholar had a look of shame without sincerity: "How can this be done? The gift is too heavy. How can I have the nerve to accept it... Of course, having said that, it is your heart as an elder. If you insist on forcing it on me, , I can ask Chen Ping'an to pick it up again in a hundred years, maybe he can pick it up by then..."

The golden-armored god took a deep breath. Anyone familiar with him knew that this was a precursor to taking action.

The old scholar immediately said in a serious tone: "Why do you want to encourage others to grow? You are really a person who is willing to do it. You don't know the principle of haste makes waste? I am a young disciple who has to study abroad with swords and swords. You can give me a piece of it." An ownerless sword embryo is enough, just ask for it, it can be used as soon as you bring it, but it is not something that only tenth realm monks are qualified to touch, what do you think? You are an elder, what do you mean?"

The golden-armored god sneered: "If I don't give it, will you not let me go?"

The old scholar moved silently, approached the golden-armored god, held his arm, and said righteously: "How is it possible? Am I that kind of person?"

Master Suishan shook his head helplessly, "For these disciples, you really risk your life and your face. Okay, okay, I'll take it!"

He flicked his wrist, and something the size of a fist and shaped like a silver block floated in front of the two of them.

The old scholar's face became solemn, and he was not in a hurry to take over. He asked: "Did you come here with a plan? Otherwise, how could you carry this thing with you casually? Although it is not an exaggerated treasure, it is It means a lot to you, if you don’t make it clear, I won’t accept it.”

The golden-armored god-man crossed his arms across his chest and looked towards the south, "How do you think I followed the clues to chase you here?"

The old scholar frowned, "It's not that you are of high moral character and connected to Suishan's luck. I made a little more noise here and exposed a flaw, so you had the opportunity to take advantage of it?"

The golden-armored god turned his head and asked, "Do you really not know, or are you just pretending to be confused?"

The old scholar asked doubtfully: "Since when did you, a coward like you, learn to tell the truth? Although Suishan, my false image here, was split open by someone with a sword, it will not have any substantial impact on your side."

The ferocious golden-armored god finally couldn't help but yelled: "Damn it! That sword hit my Suishan directly! Are you pretending to me that nothing happened?! Although outsiders can see When that sword appeared, it was already the end of the crossbow, but my Suishan and the mountain-protecting formation were so tight. How many people in the world could break into the formation with just one sword? Now the entire Middle-earth Divine Continent is There are a lot of discussions, and they are speculating whether it is your so-called bull-nosed guy who is hinting at something, or a few immortals from the Sword Qi Great Wall are here to ask for justice."

The old scholar was stunned, "So fierce?"

These words added another pinch of salt to the wounds of the golden-armored god-man.

"Get out!" He was so angry that he swept his arm across the air, sending the old scholar's "body" flying hundreds of miles away, and fell hard into the river at the back of Suishan Mountain.

He snorted coldly, hit the inconspicuous silver nugget with one palm, and flew towards the place where the old scholar fell into the water.

After that, a golden light as thick as a mountain peak suddenly broke through the sky of the mountain and river scroll and returned to Suishan in the Middle-earth Divine Continent.

In the river behind Suishan Mountain, the old scholar was swimming leisurely all the way back to the shore. With a shake of his shoulders, the soaked scholar's shirt was instantly dry and refreshing. He spread his palms, looked at the silver ingot, and said with a sad face: "It's hot to the touch. ."

It is a matter of chance, whether a teacher gives it to a student or a master gives it to an apprentice, it should be done step by step. It is never the bigger the better, but just enough for the person to hold, carry and eat.

Otherwise, those thousand-year-old nobles from the Immortal Family on the mountain have accumulated so much wealth and spread it from generation to generation. Today, this son has just become a qi practitioner, and he was given an unparalleled magic weapon. , tomorrow that grandson is very good, I will give him a magical weapon that can break mountains and massacre cities at every turn. If this happens, he will start to rebel. Why should this vast world have to obey the rules maintained by you Academy Academy? ?

Furthermore, the entanglement of cause and effect is the most annoying.

Very troublesome.

That's why the old scholar secretly took away the hosta.

In fact, A Liang just didn't see its true method. The old scholar handed it over to Qi Jingchun, which naturally had deep meaning, in order to cope with the worst result. Once Qi Jingchun really made enemies on all sides one day, at least there would be something A place to stay.

It's a pity that Qi Jingchun chose not to use it in the end. In addition to his mentor, the old scholar, who didn't want to involve Gong Delin, he was probably one of the back-up men who protected Chen Ping'an.

The old scholar was forced to make a trip to Aquarius Island in person to meet his junior brother whom Mr. Qi Jingchun had collected.

At that time, Qi Jingchun was already dead. Even if his husband came all the way here and was dissatisfied with this closed-door disciple, for Qi Jingchun's sake and the temperament of the old scholar, he would probably recognize him even if he pinched his nose. In the future, if there is really a hurdle that Chen Ping'an cannot overcome, even if the old scholar imprisons himself in the merit forest, he can still say a word or two to get out.

But Qi Jingchun made a miscalculation. He didn't expect that his husband would leave Gongdelin so quickly.

Just for him.

Just like he was for Chen Ping'an.

I'm afraid this is the real kind of people who share the same spirit.

The old scholar took one step and came to the top of the mountain. He said with emotion: "Xiao Qi, you are much better than sir at protecting your shortcomings. Well, I am very satisfied with Chen Ping'an, a closed-door disciple. After thinking about it, sir , it was also in Gongdelin that I figured out one thing, I just lacked such a student."

The old scholar's eyes widened suddenly, "Where are the people?"

The old scholar was so anxious that he stamped his feet, suddenly calmed down, and said with a bad smile: "Oh, it's true, my disciple is still young, oh, he seems to be fourteen or five years old, not young. In many places outside, people are already getting married and having children. Already..."

Somewhere in the sky, the woman smiled and said: "Twice."

The old scholar pretended to tilt his head to the side and pricked up his ears, "What, what are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly. Not only am I hard of hearing, my speech is not clear, and my words are always misunderstood..."

No wonder he was able to teach such a great disciple as Cui Chan.

But after the sound disappeared, the old man turned his head and looked at a certain boulder with the four characters "Direct to Heaven" engraved on it.

The old man withdrew his gaze and looked down the mountain, "I still want to take a good look at the great rivers and mountains. One thousand years is too short, and ten thousand years is not long."

When Chen Pingan woke up, he found that he was sitting on the railing of the golden arch bridge again. The arch bridge was still as long as last time, with no head or tail visible. It was surrounded by clouds and waves, which made people feel confused. .

I can’t imagine what will happen if I lose my footing and fall. Will I be shattered to pieces? Will it continue to fall into the endless abyss? Could it be that it was too far from the ground? If he could avoid starving to death, would the fourteen-year-old boy have been fifteen years old when he fell to his death?

In fact, Chen Pingan always thinks about some weird things.

It's just that because I haven't read the book, I look very rustic.

The woman in white sat side by side with Chen Pingan and said softly: "This used to be a battlefield. When the war ended, only this arch bridge was left. Look there, there used to be an Dongtian Gate standing there. It was quite big. The guy who was in charge of guarding the door at that time was a lecherous man. He was wearing a silver armor called "Big Frost". He was not a bad person, but he was a bit mean-mouthed. My first The master had a fight with his immediate superior and won. At that time, the latter had several helpers watching the fight from a distance, but the fight made no one dare to show up to help."

Chen Pingan followed her finger and saw an empty place with occasional flashes of light.

She whispered: "There is nothing now."

Chen Ping'an felt a little fascinated and sighed: "That's it."

She swayed her feet gently, put her hands on the railing, and said with a smile: "Practice as a Taoist and work hard to build the Eternal Life Bridge. The purpose is to build it and not become a speck of dust in the long river of time. That's why everyone likes to call themselves Swim upstream.”

Chen Ping'an hummed, this sentence was still understandable, live well, who doesn't like it.

She turned around and asked with a smile: "Are you tired after walking such a long way?"

Chen Pingan thought about it seriously, "I'm not tired at all. It's actually easier than going into the mountains to collect herbs and burn charcoal when I was a kid. It's just that when I encounter too many weird people and things, I always have trouble sleeping."

Chen Pingan turned around and smiled happily: "But I slept very well just now. Although I was poor in the small town before, I could fall asleep every day. Now when I travel with Baoping and the others, I don't dare to do this. Afraid of something unexpected happening.”

She continued to ask: "Don't you have any complaints?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, imitating the fairy sister beside him, holding the railing with both hands, swinging his feet, looking into the distance, and said softly: "Yes, for example, how can a girl named Zhu Lu be so unkind? A girl wearing The female ghost in wedding clothes killed many passing scholars just because she felt that the man she loved no longer loved her. If Baoping and the others weren't around at that time, I would have killed her with a wisp of sword energy. "

"Other things, I can't say they are complaints, it's hard to talk about, but I still feel a little upset. For example, Li Huai always doesn't study hard and doesn't listen no matter how hard I try to persuade him. I really don't know how Mr. Qi could bear not to beat him. I have also eaten delicious delicacies from the mountains and seas, but none of these guys like to eat the food I cooked. I am actually quite depressed. Oil and salt are very expensive. Also, I go fishing by the river, but I can’t choose the time, so I often fish. Not a few, but every time I go back and see their disappointed faces, I feel very aggrieved. If I hadn’t wanted to not delay your study tour, I would have given me a day or two to lay a nest and stay up all night to fish. How big is that? I can catch all the fish.”

"The most recent one was when Lin Shouyi got angry. In fact, I felt very guilty. Although it was mainly for him to practice well, I had selfish motives because someone told me that the Bridge of Immortality was broken and I might not be able to practice in this life. , but I don’t want to give up just like that. Firstly, I promised the fairy sister that you will become a flying fairy in the future. Secondly, I also envy A Liang and the others. Just like Li Huai said, stepping on a With a sword, it can fly around and go wherever it wants. It looks so handsome and majestic, of course I want it."

The tall woman quietly listened to the boy's thoughts and joked: "Hey, you can also think about things for yourself."

The young man squinted his eyes and looked into the distance as far as he could, and said with a smile: "Of course, after my parents passed away, I have been thinking about myself, and it is difficult to think about others. In fact, it was after I met you that I became like this. Fighting with people, buying mountains and shops, reading and literacy, making small book boxes, practicing boxing while walking, spending money to buy books, choosing routes, sharpening knives and feeding horses, I am very busy every day, but I don't Regret, I’m very happy!”

Chen Ping'an murmured: "I just miss them a little. I don't know if they are doing well."

She also lamented what the young man said, "That's it."

Chen Pingan suddenly turned around and whispered: "Sister Fairy, I am rich now, very rich!"

She burst into laughter.

Just remembering the youth's growing up years, I quickly felt relieved.

Just posting Spring Festival couplets on New Year's Eve is such a big thing, and it can make young people talk about it for so many years. So having money is of course a very happy thing.

The young man suddenly said with firm eyes: "Sister Immortal, don't worry, I will definitely try my best to fulfill what I promised you."

She turned sideways, put her hand on the boy's head, and said gently: "I am very happy to meet you."

She seemed to feel that she still had more to say, so she simply bent over and pressed her forehead against the boy's forehead.

The innocent boy is just a little naturally shy and wants to scratch his head but dare not.

She smiled and dropped her pose.

In the end, one of the sword spirit and the boy had bare feet and the other had straw sandals. Just looking into the distance together and shaking our legs.

Time passes without realizing it.

If we take today as a crossing in the long river of time, and go upstream for 20,000 years, in terms of the killing power and murderous aura of the sword spirit, she alone will be the best, higher than the sky!