Sword of Coming

In the past two days of boxing practice, the barefoot old man's attacks have become more and more fierce. Although Chen Pingan is no longer allowed to do the cruel act of peeling skin and cramping, he still punches Chen Pingan's body or soul in the style of a god beating a drum. , layer by layer, it really makes Chen Pingan feel like dying.

The girls in pink skirts outside the bamboo building were eating melon seeds absentmindedly, biting their lips without even realizing it. As for the little boy in green sitting on the edge of the cliff practicing meditation, his expression was solemn all the time. He had to rely on his innate strong physique to fight desperately. He had to digest the high-quality snake gallstone in his stomach, and he had to concentrate his mind and try not to be disturbed by the creepy noises in the bamboo house. Even the river snake himself didn't know that this was actually a mental and physical exercise. This great opportunity not only nourishes Qi but also refines Qi. The phenomenon of Qi in the body is like a flood hitting a pillar in a river, which can only be encountered but cannot be expected.

Occasionally, the girl in the pink skirt would feel restless, so she would reach out and stroke the bamboo building. Although the words written by the Confucian scholar Li Xisheng did not appear on the wall of the bamboo building, she kept them all in mind. The content of the words and even the outline of the strokes were clear. , she couldn't bear the wailing of her master upstairs or the sound of banging against the wall, so she would force herself to silently recite the poems and articles on the wall.

This is also practice.

Regarding snake gallstones, the more the better, and it is the treasure that all dragons in the world dream of, but it also adheres to a potential rule of "one hundred million".

Wei Bo revealed the secret of this and explained the reason to the two little guys. The first high-grade snake gallstone that helped break through the realm can be digested by the mixed relics of the dragon genus in about one year. The fire python girl's physique It's not strong, it takes a little longer, maybe thirteen or four months. On the other hand, the child in Tsing Yi only needs more than half a year, but the second one is not so easy. It takes ten years of hard work to swallow, and the third one takes a hundred years. The fourth one is a long millennium, and the fifth one takes ten thousand years! In fact, whether there is a fifth snake gallstone in excellent condition is of little significance. It cannot be considered as the icing on the cake. At most, it is a rare collection in the family's treasure house.

So before, the kid in Tsing Yi held three fine snake gallstones in his hands, and turned his head and began to covet ordinary snake gallstones. There is no guarantee of breaking through the realm, but he can accumulate cultivation over ten years and continuously consolidate the thickness of the current realm. Isn't it beautiful when one's cultivation level rises and becomes crispy? At that time, the little boy in Tsing Yi was only thinking about me, lying down and enjoying my happiness. I could rise in my realm by basking in the sun and looking at the wind, flowers, snow and moon every day. How pleasant it was!

It wasn't until Chen Ping'an practiced boxing in Zhulou that the boy in green changed his mind and immersed himself in training. For a river snake with one muscle and one intestine, the idea was not complicated. He didn't want to punch everyone to death. , and I don’t want to be surpassed by Chen Ping’an, a mud-legged man. How shameless would that be?

The world is big and we, the heroes in the world, have the greatest face!

In the bamboo building, the barefoot old man crossed his arms and looked down at the young man who was curled up on the ground. His muscles all over his body were in pain and made the sound of popping beans. The old man had previously hit Chen Pingan with twenty-eight punches in the style of a god beating a drum. On the gates of the eighteen qi mansions, Chen Ping'an was in a bleak state of dying.

The old man sneered: "It's only twenty-eight punches. It's like a dead person. It's really unsightly! If you can't withstand thirty punches, these three realms are not the strongest in the world!"

Chen Ping'an, who was covered in blood, didn't even bother to talk back. He relied on the breathing taught by Old Man Yang, as well as the fire-dragon-like Qi he found in his body, plus what A Liang said was "fumbled out by countless sword immortals." "The Eighteen Stops of Luck Technique, and the three of them together allowed me to grit my teeth and withstand the old man's twenty-eight punches.

The old man kicked out and hit Chen Pingan in the back. Chen Pingan hit the wall and fell heavily to the ground. The air sea that had finally stabilized was in vain and made trouble again. Chen Pingan was lying on the ground. It's like having epilepsy.

The old man laughed and said: "What does a pure martial artist need to stand on the top of the mountains? Just rely on one breath to kill those Qi practitioners who can freely borrow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth! If you take a breath like this, You've lost the ability to punch just because of Xiao Kutou, and you still want to curl up to heal your wounds and take a breath? Will the person you punch give you this chance? So the breath you Chen Ping'an has accumulated is not enough!"

A small pain.

Chen Pingan, whose face was covered in blood, could not say a word to refute.

Although the old man has a vicious mouth and is extremely sarcastic, if a martial arts master who had a life-or-death battle with the old man or a mountain god who was seriously injured and died at the hands of the old man would definitely find it incredible that the old man, apart from his boxing skills, could reach the sky. In addition, he is famous for having his eyes higher than his head.

At his peak, as the only ten-level martial artist in East Aquarius Continent, he could control the three continents with only his body and a pair of fists! Before punching, the old man didn't tell his name, and after punching, he didn't tell his identity. He came and went in a hurry. After a fight, he left. He accidentally killed someone. If his disciples and grandsons have the courage and ability, just look for him. Revenge is, if you are surrounded by ten people for hundreds of years, no matter how many magic weapons you use, he will take them all with his fists!

At that time, Sanzhou only knew this nameless god with an eccentric temper. He rarely showed respect to his defeated opponents. Even if he was a well-matched opponent, the old man would not take him seriously, and he never had the slightest idea of ​​accepting a disciple.

There is a lot of mystery in this down-and-out Mangosteen House. The old man surnamed Cui can stay awake for an hour every day. Now, as he returns to the top step by step, he can keep his mind clear half of the time. The grandpa of Cui Han, the Grand Master of Great Li, has completely lost his goodwill towards the family after falling from the peak to the bottom. Because of his grandson's incident, he was heartbroken by the family's gang of bastard grandsons, and he has no love at all. , now that he has arrived at Luolu Mountain, he stays in the Bamboo House every day, and from time to time stands on the second floor and overlooks the mountains and rivers. The old man has begun to like such a pure place. It is not just that the Bamboo House is his own blessed place.

Wei Bo walked outside the bamboo building and happened to hear the old man roaring, "Chen Ping'an, why don't you just lie down! You have to get up if you can't stand up!"

"Do you know that I have traveled far and wide in my life, killed countless people with my punches, and who is the only person I respect?!"

"It's an eighth-level warrior whose name I have forgotten now. When this person was about to die, I stepped on his face. Before he died, the eighth-level warrior tried his best to raise his fist and gave me the last words of his life. Even if that punch is already so weak that it is worse than a child and a woman, that punch is a punch that all the warriors of the tenth realm in the world, and even the legendary martial god of the eleventh realm, must respect and admire!"

"That punch is the true will of our warriors!"

There were violent banging sounds. It was obvious that after finally getting up, Chen Ping'an was hit against the wall again and again.

"Chen Pingan, come again! This little pain is nothing. If you are a master, just stand up and take another punch..."

The old man was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly became angry and cursed. Many of the curse words were actually learned from the boy in Mud Bottle Alley.

It turned out that Chen Pingan's heartstrings were almost broken.

Too much is not enough.

Chen Pingan was unwilling to admit defeat. Not only did he rely on his words to hold on, he even used his ethereal "heart energy" unintentionally. Then after being punched away by the old man, his heart energy also dropped. It was a real thin line between life and death. This is also The old man had an accident for the first time since he started teaching boxing.

The old man who was so reluctant had already knelt down and quickly covered the young man's heart with his palm. Looking down, he saw the young man's dark face twisted in pain, and the young man's arm on his chest, his fist clenched, pure. It is a subconscious and instinctive action.

The old man stretched out his other hand and gently held the boy's fist with cracked skin and exposed bones. For the first time, he showed a kind look and said with a soft smile: "Boy, that's good. The punch should be in the low place where it is real, and the punch should be high in the empty place. At this point, the boxing skills are deep in your heart, and you have reached the true martial arts."

But at this moment, whether in a dream or in confusion, Chen Pingan muttered curse words.

The old man was stunned for a moment, but instead of getting angry, he smiled and said, "You bastard."

The next day, Chen Pingan was punched twenty-nine times before he passed out.

The first thing after waking up, Chen Ping'an walked to the second floor with difficulty and asked, "Will you beat me to death with thirty punches next time?"

The old man opened his eyes in the room and said, "No."

Then Chen Ping'an stood under the eaves of the second floor and started to curse. Gu Can and his mother were once known as the number one scolding person in the town. She cursed her so much that even Granny Ma of Xinghua Lane had to go home to learn from her experience. After learning the lesson, she still cursed many times. Repeated defeats. Well, as a guy who often listens to the scolding battles, Chen Ping'an is very influenced by it. If he really wants to openly scold, his skills are certainly not bad.

After boxing practice starts tomorrow, there will definitely be no chance to curse.

I’ll scold you first before talking about it today.

Anyway, he has eaten all the hardships he deserves and the sins he shouldn't suffer. The old guy can't beat himself to death, so what does Chen Ping'an fear?

If he didn't scold him, Chen Ping'an would be really afraid of suffocating himself to death. Before he could achieve great results in his boxing practice, he would make himself angry to death first. This won't work!

The old man didn't care at all.

In fact this is a good thing.

Because this is precisely the important meaning of practicing boxing.

The boy in Mud Bottle Alley has accumulated too many emotional impurities, just like the rubbish that Chen Ping'an swept away bit by bit at the foot of the wall. No more, no less, no harm to his mood, because "out of sight, out of mind", but Once the martial arts climbs in the future and continues to climb higher, then this flaw will continue to be magnified. At the second and third realms, the old man uses various boxing techniques and magical powers to hammer and beat it, and it can be eliminated relatively easily. If you reach the martial arts master between the sixth and seventh realms, The threshold, or the chasm between ninety and ten, if you want to go back and clear it, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

But the old man was not a clay bodhisattva. He couldn't bear the endless curse words and shouted angrily: "Get out of here! If you talk nonsense again, I'll beat you to death now."

Chen Pingan left with a smile and was very satisfied.

The old man laughed and cursed in a low voice in the room: "It really looks like him when he was a child."

At this point, the old man looked a little dazed.

When I was a child, was I, my grandfather, too harsh and ruthless towards Wei Qian, and was it too counterproductive?

The third sage of Confucianism once had a wise saying that has been passed down to the world, "In the beginning, human beings are inherently good. Their natures are similar, but their habits are far apart."

The old man sighed.

He had personally experienced that thrilling third-fourth battle, and the outcome was what it was like now. This is because the old man is not involved deeply.

He once traveled to an unknown mountain and met an old man in a Confucian shirt. The morning sun was rising. The old man was walking around on the top of the mountain, slowly stretching his muscles and bones, as if he were drawing circles. But from the perspective of a ten-level martial artist, It can be seen that the elderly scholar seems to be spinning in circles, but in fact every time he draws a circle, it expands slightly outwards.

He asked out of curiosity: "Why don't you step out, old gentleman?"

The old man in Confucian shirt smiled and replied: "It won't work if you break the rules."

After a long conversation, he never saw the old scholar again.

On the third day, before practicing boxing, the old man smiled at Chen Pingan and said: "Since you have established a firm foothold in the three realms, let's continue. I will give you a solid foundation in martial arts in the fourth realm. Traveling far away does not matter. It’s just a waste of time these days.”

Chen Pingan shook his head and said no. As for traveling far away, as long as Master Ruan succeeds in forging the sword, he must leave immediately.

The old man continued to seduce Chen Pingan to practice boxing, "Why did I kill Sun Shujian at the peak of the sixth realm when I punched out with the fifth realm? It's because they are in the same realm, but the cloud and mud are different, so even the most difficult realm to cross In the martial arts of killing people, I can still easily kill Sun Shujian who is one level above me, because his foundation is too loose."

"For example, when it comes to the imperial examination, among the scholars who have entered the palace examination, why is it that some are the indescribably noble number one scholar, Tanhua Lang, and the rest are Jinshi, and there are even those pitiful people who were born with the same status as Jinshi? That Jinluan Palace is a realm, but equally In the realm, there are still three, six, and nine levels."

"Chen Ping'an, you have to know that there is a huge gap between the three and four realms of martial arts. It is no different from the last realm of the lower five realms of the Qi practitioner, and the first realm of the middle five realms. There is a huge dividing line. There is a huge dividing line. I don’t know how to help you lay the foundation. You have suffered so much, and you should know the benefits. If you can break through the four realms in one go, as long as you break the bottleneck, the martial arts road in the four realms will be smooth sailing. Wouldn’t it be great? ?”

Chen Pingan did not hesitate and shook his head.

Since Old Man Yang said that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time and he had to leave the mountain and go south after getting the sword, Chen Ping'an would never delay even a stick of incense.

In fact, deep down in his heart, Chen Ping'an is still a little frightened about practicing boxing above the three realms. He would be deceiving himself if he said he was not afraid.

The old man nodded, "It's a good thing to be able to withstand temptation. Sun Shujian and his like are not bad in talent, but countless people died in the middle because of greed. So today I will make an exception to reward you. Change the thirty punches to thirty-one punches. Don't worry, no one will die if I keep them. I'll help you consolidate the three realms. You don't have to cry with gratitude to me. Who makes you Mr. Qi Zhen..."

The old man spoke kindly on the surface, but his words were filled with murderous intent and a deep chill. How could Chen Ping'an not know about it?

Yesterday, I scolded someone heartily, but I am going to suffer retribution today?

As a result, after thirty-one punches, Chen Pingan slept in a big medicine bucket for the first time, and then slept in darkness on the bed all night.

At dawn, Chen Pingan walked out of the house, and Wei Bo and the two little guys were sitting under the eaves.

After seeing Chen Ping'an, Wei Bo sat on the bamboo chair, raised his head, clasped his hands in his fists, and said happily: "Congratulations."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists in return and said with a wry smile: "It's hard to say enough."

The girl in pink skirt gave up the bamboo chair to her master. After Chen Pingan lowered his voice, Wei Bo said, "Ruan Qiong will start the furnace in the next two days. I was chatting with Little Snake before and heard that you wanted to buy a sword gourd. Then I will make my own decision and convert the Dali imperial court's original offer of a betrothal gift from a mountain into five magic weapons. Instead, I will only accept a gourd. Chen Ping'an, if you feel that you are at a loss, you can change it and continue to accept it. These were Da Li’s original five magic weapons.”

The girl in the pink skirt and the boy in Tsing Yi winked together and persuaded Chen Ping'an not to be fooled by the lard and give up everything.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Of course I want the sword gourd."

Wei Bo laughed heartily, waved his sleeve, and in an instant, a small, delicate, vermilion gourd was held in the palm of his hand.

Compared with the small silver gourd hanging from A Liang's waist, it is slightly smaller, with a warm color and simple style, making people fall in love at first sight.

Chen Ping'an's face was full of surprise. He carefully picked up the vermilion gourd with both hands, widened his eyes, and looked closely at it.

Wei Bo smiled and explained: "This sword-raising gourd can only be considered to be of average quality, not a real fairy, but it is already very rare. After all, it is in Dongbaopingzhou, which is not as good as Juluzhou where sword cultivators are rampant. , but even if you take it to Ju Luzhou, this little gourd can still make sword cultivators in the middle five realms salivate."

Wei Bo pointed at the bottom of the small gourd, "The base is 'ginger pot', which is homophonic to the word "jianghu" that walks in the rivers and lakes. It's quite fun, and it's probably a treasured relic of a sword cultivator named Jiang, so he would be engraved with this name. Hi. dislike?"

Chen Ping'an smiled so happily that he hurriedly responded: "I like it! How could I not like it! Sword gourd!"

The girl in pink skirt covered her mouth and smiled, while the boy in green clothes rolled his eyes and slapped his forehead.

Well, the key is to know the goods and know that raising sword gourds is extremely valuable. That's why I feel so happy. I really can't change my habit of being obsessed with money.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Can you hold wine?"

Wei Bo nodded and said with a smile: "Of course it's possible. It's no problem to put more than ten kilograms of wine in it. It won't hinder the warming of the flying sword. But remember, in the sword-raising gourd, you can't warm and nourish the flying sword that is contrary to your will. It doesn't matter what kind of crossing. The more the better, otherwise it will delay the process of raising swords. It is best to raise two or three at the same time..."

Speaking of this, Wei Bo laughed at himself: "It would be scary enough to be able to warm up two flying swords at the same time. Let's not talk about the opportunity to obtain the best flying swords. How much financial and material resources this requires."

Chen Pingan silently wrote it down.

Then with two whooshes, Chu Yi, whose real name is "Xiao Fengdu", and the green "Fifteen" that Old Man Yang exchanged for Chen Pingan, swept out from Chen Pingan's two Qi Mansion, and disappeared in a flash. Entering the vermilion sword-raising gourd, the two flying swords seemed to be extremely happy, running around in it, constantly hitting the inner wall of the gourd, so that the small gourd shook slightly in Chen Pingan's hand.

Wei Bo's eyes widened and he felt ashamed. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything."

The boy in green was confused by Yourong, and said angrily: "You know that my master has strong financial resources, right?"

Wei Bo didn't care about the little snake and said cheerfully: "I know, I know."

Wei Bo finally smiled and said: "By the way, there is wine in the gourd. As long as you, Chen Ping'an, can drink it, feel free to drink it."

After Wei Bo left, Chen Pingan sat on the edge of the cliff with a bamboo chair, sipping wine alone.

The girl in the pink skirt wanted to follow, but the boy in green grabbed her arm and shook her head to signal not to join in the fun.

Chen Pingan leaned back comfortably on the chair, with his legs straightened, and his hands holding the small gourd that temporarily served as a wine flask. After a few sips of wine, he felt his cheeks burning, his throat scalding, and his whole body warmed up.

Chen Pingan looked towards the distant south, full of longing.

It seems that the mountains and rivers over there are the rivers and lakes with the same pronunciation as the gourd holding the sword in the hand.

This is a life Chen Pingan never imagined.

It’s great to be alive and well.

For orphans in Mud Bottle Lane, after both parents die, the years between the ages of five and seven are the most difficult.

Sometimes when you are so hungry that your intestines are knotted, you are so hungry that you want to dig out the dirt to eat. Whenever you eat, you can hear the smoke from every household near Mubo Alley. Even if you are just walking in the alley, your children can smell it. The tempting rice is fragrant with coriander and coriander. The children are wearing clothes left by their parents. They cut them into a size and style that they can wear. They don't throw away any corners, and they accumulate them piece by piece.

The first time a child ate food from someone else's family was after the family's financial resources were depleted and everything the family could sell was sold. The six-year-old child was unable to go to the mountains to collect herbs to earn some copper money in a deep winter, and his livelihood was completely lost. He didn't want to steal, he was hungry and cold, like a little lonely ghost, walking in the alley, from one end to the other, until he walked into the dusk. When the smoke rose, the child didn't know it at all. How to survive.

Some kind-hearted people asked Xiaopingan to come to my house for dinner. The children would always smile and say no, there is still rice at home. Then he ran away quickly.

But that day, the child really had nothing. During the day, he went to Yang's shop first and wanted to get credit from the old man, but the old man didn't want to see him at all.

Then in that dusk, the child felt aggrieved and wondered whether someone would see him or say with a smile, "Xiao Ping An, come in for dinner."

But that day, no one opened the door and the door was closed. There were laughter and curses inside.

The child finally returned to his yard hungry and lay on the cold bed with thin bedding, silently telling himself that he was not hungry if he was not hungry, he would not be hungry when he fell asleep, and he would not be hungry if he thought about his parents.