Sword of Coming

After the oriole stopped, Xie Shi put down the tea cup, as if completely relieved, and laughed loudly: "Is this the way Da Li treats guests?"

Cao Xi was annoyed and a little embarrassed.

He wanted to kill Xie Shi, and then involve a certain Taoist bigwig behind Xie Shi. Then there would be chaos, including the Yingyin Chen family of Posuzhou, the local saint Ruan Qiong, as well as Fengxue Temple and Zhenzhen. The ancestral military tribunals of the two Aquarius Continents in Wushan, the unknown white jade tower in Dali, Cui Xuan, the profound imperial master of Dali, and so on, Cao Xi was able to fulfill the agreement of the Chen Confucian family and successfully control his own. The natal porcelain married and became in-laws at the same time, and then found an opportunity to escape and watch the fire from the other side of the river comfortably. After all, there would be a tall man to support him when the sky fell. Once and for all, he would hide in Zhenhai Tower in the future.

But Cao Xi didn't want to act like a bird in the forest, so he first confronted Xie Shi head-on.

After sensing the appearance of the oriole, the well-informed Xu Ruo originally gave up the idea of ​​drawing the sword. After hearing Xie Shi's words, he felt unhappy and took hold of the sword hilt again. The hero of the Mohist family who was walking in Taoye Lane slowly walked towards the old house of the Xie family. As he walked, he said, "How is Da Li treating the guests? I don't need to say anything. If he is really determined to be bad for you, the girl Zhigui will not care at all." Will appear in the small town, Xiaozhi moved with emotion and reason, and Dali did not do a bad job. But you thanked him on the table at the inn, your tone was not small, and you didn't take Dali in your eyes at all. Why, now you are relying on With the support of your ancestor, do you want to continue to show off your prestige? Okay, I, Xu Ruo, will have a life-and-death battle with you today just as Xu Ruo."

Xu Ruo walked to the door of Xie's house and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I, a descendant of the Mo family, promise a thousand pieces of gold. What I promise Ruo Ruo to do today will only end between life and death between you and me. In the future, whether it is Dali or a teacher of the Mo family, it will not matter." I will give you any trouble Xie Shi."

Cui Cheng, Cao Xi, Ruan Qiong, Xu Ruo, unknown warriors. The town is dominated by dragons and tigers, and these five people respect each other, forming an invisible network that joins forces to suppress Xie Shi. Logically speaking, Xu Ruo is the last person to take action first. Who would have thought that in the end, it would be this Mohist ranger who was easy to talk to everyone who wanted to be the first to use the sword, capture and kill each other, and learn the teachings of a Taoist heavenly king on his own? Great ability.

Xie Shi frowned, looked towards the door of the mansion, and said in a deep voice: "Xu Ruo, are you really going to take action?"

Xu Ruo patted the hilt of the sword and said with a casual smile: "It has been sixty years since I handed out a sword completely. I have tempered two or three swords for this, which is pretty good. I believe I will never disappoint Xie Tianjun."

For the first time, Xie Shi was riding a tiger. If it was a personal grudge, in Ju Luzhou, Xie Shi would really have to let go. But this time going south across the continent, it was not that simple. Being able to make him do these undesirable things speaks volumes in itself. As a Taoist master of Yizhou, how could he just be coerced into using his life porcelain and just swallow his anger and return south?

Cao Xi was a little gloating.

Xu Ruo is famous for being soft-spoken rather than tough. He is one of the best-tempered among the rangers in the world. Xu Ruo has great abilities, cultivation base, and strong backing. Because he rarely takes action, he has always been a weakling. It's a mystery, but everyone in the mountains and down the mountain believes in one thing. If you can live for a long time and win such a great name, then the more good-tempered a practitioner is, when he has a bad temper, he must be amazing.

At this moment, an old voice like a bell rang through the Xie family's old house, "Xu Ruo, don't fight with me, Xie Zhen, let me practice your skills, just in time to celebrate my return to the tenth realm of martial arts." , the opponent is not strong enough, and the fight will not be enjoyable! If Xie Shi feels that I am bullying others with more power, it doesn’t matter, I will have a hearty fight with you, the person behind the scenes, just like Xu Ruo, personal grudges , life and death are your own!”

The pink oriole that has been standing on Xie Shi's shoulder cries softly and sweetly.

Xie Shi listened carefully, smiled knowingly, clasped his fists and said: "The old man said, I, Xie Shi, was not sincere enough before, and there is no reason to buy and sell by force! So the old man is on his way to Longquan County this time, and he also said I personally helped your Great Li Dynasty and abducted..."

Xie Shi said this exactly as he said, with a slightly stiff look on his face. Thinking of protecting the Venerable, he quickly changed his words and said: "We have invited He Xiaoliang, the 'Jade Girl' of the Aquarius Continent Taoist Tract, to save you Da Li." In the future, we will quarrel with Shen Gaozong to show our sincerity. Therefore, the only place where your Da Li Song family really needs to pay attention is in Zhenwu Mountain."

Cao Xi thought for a while and felt that something was wrong. But there was nothing wrong with Xie Shi's words.

Xie Shi looked towards the door of the mansion, clasped his fists and smiled: "If you want to fight, I, Xie Shi, will definitely accompany you when this matter is finished!"

Then he shifted his direction and faced the mountains to the southwest, where Luoluo Shanzhu Tower was located. "If you want to fight with my master, you have to fight me first. I hope you understand. If you think it's me who is thanking you, I really look down on you..."

Xie Shi put away his fists, put his hands behind his back, and sneered: "Then just think that I, Xie Shi, look down on you!"

Xu Ruo said, "If something happens here, I will definitely accompany you."

On the other side of Luolu Mountain, the old man turned his head and looked at Cui Han with a smile, and said, "How about it? When should I take action? Normally, I wouldn't be able to bear it."

Cui Han's expression was as usual. He rubbed his thumb and index finger gently, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, and said slowly: "There's no rush. We were just talking about business, but he was very grateful and asked for a high price. I just wanted to help His Majesty the Emperor by borrowing your ninth level of martial arts." It's just a matter of paying back the money on the spot. Now that the big boss behind the scenes has spoken out and made a big concession, there is no need for Dali to break up with Xie Shi. Ha, Xie Shi will have to sit on the hilltop north of Guanhu Academy in the future, but he can't hurt him. For this Master Tianjun, after I come out of the mountain, I still have to persuade Xu Ruo not to be impulsive for the time being, which is a bit of a headache. People like Xu Ruo are strong-willed without desire. What he believes in is, well, a headache."

The old man standing barefoot in the corridor looked at Cui Han's side face and sighed, "牉瀺, you shouldn't be like this."

Cui Chan pointed to the distance and said with a sneer: "I am Cui Chan. Your grandson Cui Wei is in the Sui Dynasty. Not only does he look like a young man, but he also has a childish young mind. It should be as you like."

Cui Chang was in a bad mood and suddenly said sternly: "Come out!"

This angry shout frightened the boy in green and the girl in pink skirt to tremble. The boy in green was even more frightened to the point where his two limbs trembled. Why, even a few secret curses in his belly won't work? Can this be heard? When did the Confucian saints become so powerful?

Fortunately, soon a slender, jade-like man walked out of the quiet path outside the bamboo house. He was about thirty years old, handsome, wearing a black shirt, and exuding a stiff temperament like ice slag. He's just a difficult person to get along with. He walked firmly outside the bamboo building, bowed his head towards the second floor and clasped his fists, saying: "The Cui family's last seat is dedicated to Sun Shujian, to pay homage to the Great Li Imperial Master, and to pay homage to our ancestors!"

Cui Han's eyes were displeased, "The mendicant stopped you once and saved your life. How dare you go into the mountains and come here?!"

At that time, Cui Chan quietly left the inn to see the old man. In fact, he had already noticed the man hiding in the dark. At that time, Cui Chan had murderous intentions, but the monk took action first and stood between Cui Chan and the Cui family priest. Cui Chan didn't want to cause trouble, so he didn't kill anyone.

Sun Shujian's face was solemn and he kept his clasped fist posture, but raised his head and looked at Master Da Li, "There are people in the Cui family's ancestral house who are responsible for keeping an eye on the ancestors. Every ten years, a new person will keep an eye on the ancestors to prevent anyone from secretly harming the ancestors. This It has been me for ten years. My ancestor left the south without authorization this time, and it was me who helped deliver false intelligence, falsely claiming that my ancestor was still stranded in the south."

Cui Chan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "So you are here to ask for a reward from me?"

Although the man shook his head, he did not hide his hot eyes and said loudly: "I dare not! I, Sun Shujian, only hope to learn boxing from my ancestor! Even if my talent is limited and I can only learn a little bit, I will die without regrets!"

The barefoot old man smiled and said: "During these hundreds of years of poverty, when I occasionally woke up, I remembered many guys like you. Most of them were higher in cultivation than you, but all of them were embroidered pillows. Speaking of talent and combat, Your strength is really not as good as that of a six-level martial artist with a wild background like you. You don’t need to belittle yourself. Maybe it’s your Sun Shujian’s selfish plan for you to choose to voluntarily demote yourself to my side and burn a cold stove that has been cold for a hundred years?”

Sun Shujian looked like a true villain, nodding and saying: "It is true that I am lucky, hoping to use the favor of my ancestor to reach the sky in one step!"

"Oh? You are very ambitious. The Great Li State Master next to me might like you."

The old man pointed at Cui Han beside him, then at himself, and finally at the pure martial artist downstairs, "You ungrateful thing, you still dare to act like this since you know that I am the ancestor of the Cui family, you are really brave. Fat. Aren’t you afraid that when I’m awake, I’ll beat you to a pulp with one punch?”

Sun Shujian's eyes were firm, "I only know that if I don't give it a try and take a gamble, I will definitely regret it for the rest of my life!"

Cui Chan narrowed his eyes and took a closer look at this young junior for the first time.

interesting.

From the corner of his eye, the old man caught Cui Han's expression. He smiled, jumped down to the second floor, and stood calmly. Behind the old man was the closed door on the first floor of the bamboo building. Inside, there was a person lying in a big medicine bucket. The miserable boy, the old man stared at the family member with tight muscles, "I want to learn boxing from me, but you can't do it without some real skills. Do you dare to take my punch? If you take it, not to mention the ninth realm, the eighth realm is you If Sun Shujian can't catch what he has in his bag, then there will be no need for a second punch."

The great opportunity was in front of him, but Sun Shujian still did not lose his mind and asked directly: "May I ask, ancestor, at what level of cultivation do you need to punch?"

Cui Han on the second floor smiled, he was indeed qualified to be his own chess piece.

The old man on the first floor laughed wantonly and was extremely happy, "You are from the Sixth Realm. I don't bully others. I only give you a punch from the Fifth Realm. How about it?"

The man stepped forward with one foot and stepped back with the other, putting on his own boxing stance. A wave of fisting intention flowed through his whole body like water from a stream, and it was natural.

It is obvious that in martial arts, Sun Shujian, who is self-taught, not only has great perseverance, but also has a very good understanding. With his status as a wild cultivator, it is very likely that in order to reach the height he is today, he is a peak martial artist in the Six Realms and a state. The martial arts master who is rampant in the world has put in a lot of hard work that is unknown to outsiders.

Sun Shujian held his breath and concentrated, and vaguely showed a bit of everyone's demeanor, "Ancestor, please punch!"

Cui Yi suddenly sighed for no reason.

The barefoot old man stepped forward and punched him.

A simple punch hit Sun Shujian on the forehead.

Sun Shujian, who had no time to stop the old man, flew backwards for ten feet in an instant, lying in a pool of blood, his limbs twitching, and blood kept pouring out of his seven orifices. When he was about to die, this young warrior with a heart as high as the sky stared at the sky with wide eyes. , his eyes were full of confusion, unwillingness and resentment.

The girl in pink skirt covered her eyes, afraid to look at this scene.

The boy in green swallowed his saliva and looked, didn't he just hit someone to death with one punch?

Cui Han on the second floor asked: "Why is this so?"

The old man turned around and jumped back to the eaves of the second floor, "This kind of person is not worthy of learning my boxing skills."

Now that the person is dead, although it is somewhat regretful, a pure martial artist who is expected to advance to the Eighth Realm or even the Hundred-foot pole is an important chess piece that cannot be underestimated. However, Cui Chan quickly gave up this emotion and everyone died. , it’s useless to think too much. Fortunately, it’s someone else’s territory and he doesn’t need to collect the corpses.

Cui Chan asked curiously: "Why did you kill him?"

The old man sat back on the bench and said, "It's not for you, it's for the guy downstairs."

There is no way for blessings and misfortunes, but people call it upon themselves.

Cui Chan looked down.

Outside the bamboo building on the first floor, a young man with an ugly face stood looking up at them.

But the boy never spoke.

The atmosphere was extremely cold.

After a while, the old man did not get up, and the young man did not leave.

Cui Chen felt a little bored.

Even if the man downstairs is another one of my husbands.

But Cui Chan is really not interested in these things. If it weren't for someone, it would be possible to return to the world. Since the soul is half and the body is separated, Cui Chan can't help Chen Ping'an in Mu Pingxiang, who is no longer of any use to him. Do you mind giving this young man a ride? Not only is it an eyesore, but many changes may occur. This makes Cui Yi, who is used to controlling the overall situation, dislike it very much. As for the path of "Young Cui Yi", will he be frustrated by this and have no hope of returning to life? Returning to the top, what does it matter to his national master Cui Chan?

After all, there are two people.

The old man sat on the bamboo chair and sneered: "Why, you hate me for killing innocent people indiscriminately, and you want to ask for justice from me for that guy who refuses to die in peace?"

Chen Pingan walked to the body, squatted down, and found that it was dead.

Chen Pingan said softly: "I don't know why you came, and I don't know why he killed you, so what I can do is help you bury it. If I know your hometown in the future, I will try my best to help your bones return to their roots."

It was said not only to the dead man, but also to the two people on the second floor. It seemed more like it was said to myself.

The old man suddenly shouted loudly, with a look of extreme anger on his face, ferocious and terrifying, and said with a rainbow of momentum: "There are thousands of good people in the world, but there are only a handful of pure warriors like me in the world! There are so many monks in the world, Do you think people who reach the top will differentiate between good and bad?! Chen Ping'an, are you and I learning to practice boxing or learn to be human beings?!"

Chen Ping'an stood up, beckoned the boy in Tsing Yi to come over to help with the funeral arrangements, looked towards the second floor, and said, "Just learn boxing!"

The old man stood up and laughed heartily, "Okay, okay! When will you practice boxing?"

Chen Pingan walked to the bamboo building silently and climbed the stairs.

The old man turned around and walked into the house, "Just call me if you need anything."

"do not worry."

Cui Chan turned around and walked towards the stairs, saying firmly: "No!"

The old man's footsteps paused slightly, and soon he strode across the threshold, and the door slammed shut.

Cui Zhang stopped at the entrance of the stairs. Chen Pingan walked halfway and stopped when he saw that he had no intention of giving way.

The old man in Confucian shirt looked down at the young man and said with a smile: "In the past, in the Lizhu Cave Heaven that has not yet fallen and broken, you, Chen Ping'an, were the most pitiful. Your energy was weak, almost nonexistent, so you could only resist all opportunities. Passed by, becoming someone else’s bait.

Now that these mysterious restrictions are gone, there is even a sense of being able to survive. If such a big pie falls from the sky, just catch it, catch it tightly, your hands will be smashed, your legs will be crushed, just use your mouth to catch it Even if your teeth are broken, you have to fight with your last breath and hold on to it! "

Cui Chen walked down and said: "These words are said to you on behalf of that old guy. He never likes to talk well. Whatever he does or says, it is all a matter of course. In fact, it is quite annoying. . If it were me, I wouldn’t come to see you at all this time. Your life or death is actually not important now. You have to thank Qi Jingchun, my junior brother. Of course, if you, Chen Pingan, don’t live up to your expectations, Qi Jingchun will die. Unjustly accused.”

Speaking of this, Cui Han smiled with a complicated smile, "I have to admit that my vision is better than that of Old Man Yang, but worse than that of Qi Jingchun."

In the end, the two passed each other and each side stepped slightly to make way.

At that time, Cui Han stopped slightly and whispered: "Do you know which is the most dangerous moment in your life?"

The young man slowed down almost at the same time.

Cui Chen whispered: "It's the bunch of candied haws that a certain 'good Samaritan' wants to give you. If you had accepted it at that time, everything would have been in vain."

Chen Ping'an was extremely shocked.

Many past events are still vivid in my mind.

Imperial Master Cui Han continued to walk down. The moment he stepped out of the last staircase, his figure disappeared and disappeared in a flash.

This day's boxing training not only strengthened the body but also strengthened the soul. Compared with yesterday's suffering, it can be said that it was even worse.

No matter how hard Chen Ping'an gritted his teeth to hold on, he still fainted several times, only to be beaten back to consciousness by the old man. Repeatedly, life was truly worse than death.

When the boy in green carried Chen Pingan out of the house, he almost thought it was the second corpse collection today and was shocked. At that time, Chen Pingan's breath was as fine as a gossamer, and his breath was even weaker than that of an old man in his dying years.

So much so that Wei Bo had to go to the second floor and knock on the door to remind the old man that going too far was not enough.

The old man was across the door and replied angrily: "Who can I teach you to practice boxing? There are not many people in the world who are qualified to tell you!"

Wei Bo went downstairs angrily. He was really worried and had to keep an eye on Chen Pingan's breathing in the medicine bucket to prevent any accidents.

In the night, Chen Pingan, who was listless, put on his shirt and walked out of the door.

A boy in green clothes practices meditation on the edge of the cliff, and a girl in pink skirt brings a small bamboo chair.

Chen Pingan sat on the bamboo chair, touched her head and said with a smile, "I'm fine."

The girl in the pink skirt forced a smile and imitated the boy in green to flatter her, "Of course, my master is the best."

Chen Pingan made a face at her.

Finally the little girl was amused.

After that, Chen Ping'an sat quietly on the chair, with his hands casually placed on his legs, sitting in a lazy and not deliberate manner.

but.

Now Chen Ping'an finally has an indescribable edge. Even if he doesn't speak, whether he is sitting or lying down, the true meaning of boxing flowing out of him like a rapid flood can make boxing experts feel dazzled and feel... Dazzling!

A girl in a pink skirt would feel strange, especially a boy in blue, so he would work hard to practice every day.

The most valuable thing about this boxing training is that the old man's training of Chen Ping'an, no matter how ferocious and cruel, has not changed the young man's original character in the slightest. No matter whether you are in the mountains or down, one rule applies. Regarding teaching, imparting knowledge and solving doubts, above the famous teachers is the master, and the old man is undoubtedly the first-class martial arts master. A master may not be a top master. For example, the ancestor of the Li family felt that Zhu He, who was no more than a martial artist in the fifth realm, was a well-deserved master. But this old man who locked himself in the bamboo tower every day, if he was not a martial arts master, he would be a master. Strange things.

"There is great scenery above the Nine Realms." Who can say this? For example, Zhu He even firmly believed that the mountain top of the Nine Realms was the end of martial arts and the end of the road.

The girl in pink skirt asked secretly: "Master, are you not happy today?"

Chen Ping'an asked: "Are you talking about the old man's violent murder?"

The girl in pink skirt timidly turned her head and glanced at the second floor, fearing that she would cause trouble for the master.

Chen Pingan did not give a clear answer, but said softly: "The last time I traveled far away, I once met a married woman ghost in a place. She liked a scholar. I liked her very much... I don't know how. Said, but she killed many innocent passing scholars for this. I think she was wrong, and it was not an ordinary small mistake, not the kind that can be made up for. But what can I do? At that time, Aquarius Li Huai and the others With everyone around me, I can't always do things according to my temper, and I was also thinking at the time whether I was thinking too lightly, but I'm not sure."

The girl in pink skirt asked curiously: "Master, what do you think now?"

Chen Pingan clenched his hands into fists and rested them on his knees. His eyes were clear and he said with a smile: "That's wrong. I guess I still can't reason with you next time we meet, but it doesn't matter, next time! Next time, there will always be Chance!"

The girl in the pink dress is smiling.

This kind of master is different from the boring master before, but better.

Chen Pingan told himself silently in his heart.

To live first.

As the night fell, a young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown on his head was walking on the official road leading to Huaihuang County, pushing a wheelbarrow with the bluffing flags found in fortune-telling stalls, and the wheels were rolling on the road. It kept creaking.

It was the young Taoist named Lu who had been a bad fortune teller in a small town for several years.

A yellow bird broke through the night out of thin air, emerged from the ripples, stopped suddenly, stood on the young Taoist's shoulder, and caressed the Taoist's cheek affectionately with its beak.

The young Taoist smiled brightly, freed up a hand and patted Huang Que's little head, "I know, I know, I worked hard for you before. I asked you to peck the copper coins back and forth to help check the cultural fortune. , there is nothing we can do, Qi Jingchun is so good at chess, you see, didn’t the two of us figure out Qi Jingchun’s backhand in the end? Well, I’m still convinced of the loser. Who wants the teacher to be biased? It’s obviously me. The apprentice is the worst at playing chess and fortune-telling, and the worst at fighting with others. In the end, I have to do all the unpleasant drudgery. Isn't this embarrassing?"

The young Taoist looked like a talkative city woman, complaining about this and talking about that, without any air of immortality.

The oriole suddenly pecked the young Taoist's earlobe.

The young Taoist seemed to understand Huang Que's thoughts and laughed loudly, "How come the immortal is not a human being?"

The young Taoist's eyes lit up and he chuckled. He imitated the monk and raised one palm upright on his chest. At a light level, it was nondescript and funny, but at a serious level, it was disobedient to the Taoism.

The young Taoist was not serious and muttered softly: "Buddhas and Bodhisattvas bless you, let Xiaodao return to the town this time, and be harmonious to make money. He must be harmonious to make money. Well, I begged you last time, it was still useful, but in the end it was gone. Are you going to fight with Qi Jingchun to death? So you will take care of Xiaodao this time? Once you are familiar with him, you will become friends again!"

The young Taoist raised his eyes and looked up.

In his eyes, the small town appeared in detail at night.

Whether it was after Li Zhudong fell from the sky and lost the protection of the formation, or whether it was before it was shattered and the spell restrictions were intact, to the young Taoist, it was exactly the same and there was no difference.

The young Taoist stretched out a finger and tapped the ancient Taoist crown, as if he was thinking about a troublesome question.

A young Taoist named Lu Chen.

This is where Qi Jingchun must die no matter whether he leaves Lizhu Cave Sky or not.

But Qi Jingchun unexpectedly chose to take a big step back, and the young Taoist followed suit by taking a small step back.