Sword of Coming

The young Taoist priest stood up, straightened his clothes, strode into the embroidered building square, and said loudly, "Everyone, please listen to the small talk first!"

Everyone present looked at the foreign Taoist priest with different expressions. The young Taoist priest from Shen Gao Sect had a black rope tied around his waist. When the young man saw Taoist Priest Zhang Shan, he looked unhappy and took off the rope and threw it away. , the rope stretched itself in the air like a spiritual snake, instantly tying up the young Taoist. Zhangshan swayed like a rice dumpling, almost falling, but finally managed to regain his balance.

The young man from Shen Gaozong sneered: "Why should I listen to your nonsense? If a fake Taoist priest of unknown origin dares to make noise again, I will throw you out of the yard directly."

Taoist Zhang Shan said angrily: "Xiaodao's surname is Zhang Mingshan. He comes from Juluzhou. He studied under the Fire Dragon Master of the Lingxiao sect. Xiaodao is a descendant of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain with a well-documented genealogy! This time he traveled far and wide and came to Baobao. Pingzhou sharpened his Taoist heart in order to complete the test at the gate of Longhu Mountain. As long as Xiaodao returns to his hometown, he can become a registered Taoist priest in the Golden Jade Genealogy of Tianshi Mansion! You Shengaozong, you are so majestic, how dare you insult Longhu Mountain like this Zhang family!"

The young Shengaozong boy who was inexperienced in the world was a little confused and lost his domineering arrogance for a while.

Obviously, he was shocked by the "Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion". I really don't have the confidence to compete with Shen Gaozong.

The shadow of a person's famous tree, the reputation of which can be spread to the sects of Aquarius Continent, no one is easy to offend.

The Dragon Tiger Mountain in the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth is even more famous. It is not affiliated with any of the three Taoist religions. It is an independent Taoism. Of course, the young Taoist priests of the Shengao Sect have heard about it for a long time, but it is only limited to some gods, ghosts, and monsters. Most of the legends are spread by uninformed people in the market. Normally, the Qi practitioners on the mountain would not take it seriously and only listen to it as a joke. However, after all, Shen Gaozong is a clan of the Immortal Family with the prefix "Zong". For the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, He knows far more about the true background of the Zhang family than others. The Heavenly Master of the Zhang family has a palm print in one hand and a fairy sword in the other. His Taoism is boundless and his killing power is endless. He is really able to rank among the top ten in the Middle-earth Divine Continent where gods and men are born. The Immortal of the Five Realms is somewhat similar to the transcendent status of Qi Zhen, the leader of the Shen Gao Sect and the Heavenly Lord, in the East Aquarius Continent, so it is easy for the Shen Gao Sect to understand the soaring immortal energy of Longhu Mountain.

Taking advantage of the victory, Taoist Zhang Shan pursued the victory, with a righteous look on his face, and stared at the leading old Taoist with cloudy eyes, "Yang Huang, as a former disciple of Shen Gaozong, fell here because of a word of love. Even in the eyes of outsiders like Xiaodao, I feel like I can sing and cry, and I want to shed a few tears of sympathy for the couple. As the leader of the Aquarius Continent’s orthodoxy, Shen Gaozong must have the magnanimity to match it, right?”

The youngest Taoist boy of the Shen Gao Sect, holding an ancient wooden strip, gently tugged on the sleeve of the young Taoist priest and asked quietly: "Sister, I think that Master Zhang is right, what do you think?"

The girl with a green and yellow bamboo whip on her waist shook her head and said: "Don't take your vain polite words seriously."

Chen Ping'an was eye-opening.

But at the same time, he glanced at the ridge of Xiulou from the corner of his eye, feeling a little confused.

Taoist Zhang Shan wanted to extend his finger and point at the old Taoist's nose to increase the power of his words, but found that he was tied tightly, so he simply jumped forward and sneered: "What's more, the old immortal is always on guard." They are Yang Huang's former fellow disciples. They have been practicing together for many years. When we meet today, we meet an old friend in a foreign land. Why do we meet with swords and swords instead of holding hands and talking happily? Why, I, the Heavenly Master of the Zhang family, no matter whether I am registered or named, as long as I travel, Fang Sihai, as long as they meet each other, they will feel like old friends at first sight, but your Shen Gao Sect does not have such an atmosphere? Besides, although Xiao Dao is a descendant of the Zhang family in Longhu Mountain and a mountain climber, he also knows that the law is nothing more than human relationships. simple truth."

The young Taoist priest finally changed his tone and said with a smile: "Old Immortal, could it be that he had an old grudge with Yang Huang, so regardless of the sect's dignity, he insisted on forcing the couple to die? But Xiaodao felt that this The possibility is not high. The old immortal seems to be an open-minded person at first glance. If something goes wrong here, Xiaodao Zhangshan will definitely become famous for the old immortal and Shen Gaozong. Even if he comes to the authentic Longhu Mountain of the ancestral court in the future, as long as he mentions Everyone from Shen Gaozong should give their thumbs up!"

The old Taoist with his hands behind his back narrowed his eyes and smiled without saying a word.

The young Taoist standing on the wall suddenly spoke something that no one could understand. Taoist Zhang Shan was a little confused. Unexpectedly, the young Taoist with his sword and bell turned back to Baopingzhou Yayan, condescendingly, and pointed at Taoist Zhang. Shan, angrily said: "You liar, I asked you in Juluzhou Mandarin, why can't you answer a single question?! In Dongbaopingzhou, you dare to pretend to be a descendant of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain, which is against the orthodoxy of the continent. , do you know that Shen Gaozong is also qualified to take you down?! Why don't you kneel down and admit your mistake!"

Unexpectedly, he met a bastard who could talk nonsense better than himself. Taoist Zhang Shan was furious and began to curse the young Taoist priest in the real Juluzhou elegant language. Black and White, what a Shen Gaozong, what a Taoist Master of Aquarius Continent!"

Unexpectedly, the young Taoist priest on the wall ignored Taoist Zhang Shan at all. He turned to look at the old Taoist and suggested with a smile: "Master, we have initially determined that this person is not from Juluzhou. As for whether he is from the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain, Disciple, we still need to make sure slowly, why not take it down first and throw it aside, let’s clean up the door first and deal with the pair of ghost tree ghosts before we can talk about anything else?”

The old Taoist seemed to have something on his mind. Just when he was about to speak, the bearded swordsman Xu Yuanxia finally couldn't help the bad breath in his heart. As he said before, he stood up with the sword in hand and took a step forward. , laughed and said: "I'm just a nobody, I can't ask the immortal masters of the Shen Gao Sect to show any face, but if the immortal masters want to punish Yang Huang and act in accordance with the law, Mr. Xu will listen attentively and learn from the immortal family of the sect Is there any way to follow the golden rule? But if you don’t give an explanation, Yang Huang and his wife will be killed. Mr. Xu even fought for more than 100 kilograms of meat and only had a knife in his hand, but he still wanted to learn from it. The heaven-reaching Taoist methods of all the immortal masters!"

The young man from the Shengaozong who used a demon-binding rope suddenly asked: "Since you claim to be from the small sect of Longhu Mountain in Juluzhou, do you have a customs clearance certificate? Can it prove that you are from Juluzhou and are from Juluzhou?" A descendant of the Zhang family? If you can't prove it, you'll have to live with it for pretending to be Master Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain."

Taoist priest Zhang Shan looked troubled and showed a trace of hesitation.

The bearded swordsman had a headache, and he thought that if the little Taoist priest was really motivated and pretended to be a distant relative of the noble Huang Zi on Longhu Mountain, that would be a serious crime. If he fell into the hands of Shen Gaozong, who had the power to supervise the Taoism of a continent, he would suffer a lot. of. In the final analysis, the responsibility of Yizhou Dao Master is just four words, but it carries a very important weight, which is called "correcting the original source".

Taoist Zhang Shan took a deep breath, turned around and said, "Chen Ping'an, help take out the customs clearance document from the baggage."

Yang Huang, the ghost in the ancient house, gave a bitter smile and turned to look at her. She seemed to see her husband's thoughts and nodded. Yang Huang then turned around and said loudly: "Xia Shi, Taoist Zhang, your kindness, Yang Huang I understand that if there is an afterlife, I must repay you! Whether Shen Gaozong is convicted by public law today or revenged by private grudges, Yang Huang and Zhuo Jing will bear all the responsibility. It’s just Xu Xiashi, Zhang Daozhang, and the little brother named Chen, but Don’t think that the people who practice Taoism in our Shen Gao Sect are all like this, it’s absolutely not the case, absolutely not the case!”

At the end of the sentence, Yang Huang laughed wildly, as if he had been living for a hundred years, and his mood had never been so relaxed and happy. He stretched out his thumb and pointed at himself, "I am Shen Gaozong!"

After a brief pause, Yang Gui pointed his finger at the old Taoist, "Idiots like you who practice Taoism but don't cultivate your mind are in the minority after all. No wonder a hundred years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and you, Zhao Liu, are still in the fifth level. Haha, a hundred years." Before, I, Yang Huang, was already a Qi practitioner in the fifth realm. If I remember correctly, you, Zhao Liu, were only in the third realm, Liujin realm, at that time? What a 'retaining realm', the ones who retain the most are those with evil intentions like you. The bastard!"

The man from the ancient house spoke unscrupulously and heartily, but the younger members of the sect under the old Taoist looked at each other in embarrassment. Especially the young Taoist priest who called the old Taoist master, his murderous intent was revealed, and the long sword behind his back was ready to move. He turned out to be a sword cultivator.

However, Yang Huang's words just hit this person's heart. Master Zhao Liu has been stranded in the third realm for decades, and the young swordsman has also been stagnant in this realm for a long time. Step by step, he has transformed from an astonishingly talented swordsman to an embryo. He turned into a talented and beautiful jade who was expected to reach the fifth level, and slowly became an embroidered pillow with a slim future. He was almost a flower stand with no hope of refining a natal flying sword in his life. His status in the Shen Gaozong also increased in just ten years. Just plummeted.

Thinking back to those days, he could even occasionally chat with those two golden boys and girls who were famous all over the continent.

What an honor is this? !

Especially the Taoist nun Nu Guan, who was always accompanied by a mysterious white deer. She even showed a smile when they were chatting.

What a rare beauty is this? Even if it's a polite smile, so what?

You must know that she is a woman that even the Land Sword Immortal can only dream of. Moreover, the Fengxue Temple Sword Immortal was the youngest swordsman in the upper five realms in the thousand-year history of Aquarius Continent.

In the end, now he can only follow a hopeless master, leading these little brats to crawl around in the muddy pond at the foot of the mountain, euphemistically known as training their minds through experience, and killing some unintended spiritual beings along the way. What kind of thing is it to open a magical creature, subdue a few mountain spirits and water monsters that have not yet transformed into human form, and then get entangled with some mess of sect evil disciples, tree demons and female ghosts?

When he is angry, he will draw his sword.

Anyway, he was also killed by the demonic tree spirit. Death is not a pity. No matter how incompetent he is, he is also a sword cultivator in the third realm. Together with several elders, the golden boy who is in charge of the affairs of the outer sect of Shen Gao Sect has accumulated some acquaintances back then. Because of the incense love, even if there is punishment, it is just facing the wall and copying books. What are you afraid of?

A narrow voice sounded without warning, "The sword cannot be unsheathed casually."

Following the sound, everyone looked up in unison. The night over there was rippled and gently rippling. The uninvited guest seemed to have used a high-quality invisibility talisman. In fact, he had been watching the fire from the other side of the roof. At this moment, he slowly appeared. The figure is that of a girl who is not very slender and graceful, nor is she bloated. She has a round and rosy face, is wearing red satin clothes, and looks very blessed.

The old Taoist was a little panicked and quickly bowed his hands and said, "Zhao Liu pays homage to Master Fu."

The round-faced girl standing on a long sword asked doubtfully: "Do you recognize me?"

The old Taoist said with a smile on his face, "How can there be a disciple of the Shen Gao Sect, no matter the inner or outer sect, who doesn't know Master Fu? That would be too ignorant."

The round-faced girl suddenly darkened her face and sneered: "Why, the entire sect already knows about the embarrassing fact that I failed to confess to the golden boy? Some talkative woman or idle guy told you, tell it and listen. , after I return to the sect, I must express my gratitude."

Not only the veteran Taoist was confused, but actually everyone was confused.

The reason why they recognized this master-uncle was not because of his confession, but because this extremely senior girl swordsman had an amazing background in the Shengaozong. She usually liked to wield the sword quickly, among the mountain peaks. Rampant, and she is still a little chubby girl. She flies around like this all year round. One of her favorite things to do is to rush straight into the clouds with her sword, and then crash down from a height of hundreds of feet to the ground, only about two or three feet above the ground. Height, raise the height of the sword in an emergency, fly close to the ground, and fly away gracefully. Who ordinary swordsman would dare to be so desperate? Who would not remember this little ancestor?

Besides, two years ago, the girl tried to turn at a height of one foot above the ground. As a result, she crashed into the ground and fell upside down with her sword. She was left there alone, which made her clap her hands. The onlookers were all speechless.

In the end, He Xiaoliang, the beautiful girl with whom she had a very good relationship, scolded her and made the little ancestor restrain himself a lot.

Not long after that, the girl broke through the bottleneck from the fifth realm and successfully entered the cave realm of the middle five realms. Then she started to wield the sword Shen Gaozong again. She wandered around the gates of the old gods' cave mansions on various mountain peaks every day, letting her The elders of the sect who were accustomed to pure practice took great pains, but the girl's great-grandfather was once the teaching mentor of Qi Zhen, the current headmaster of the Shengao Sect, so the Tianjun Qi Zhen, who had always been cold-tempered, only treated this mentor. Descendants are even more favored than golden boys and girls.

As soon as the girl looked at everyone's expressions, she immediately knew that she had gone astray, and even let the slip out. She wished she could fly thousands of miles away with her sword on the spot, but when she thought of Sister He's explanation to that bullshit golden boy, she had no choice but to hold back her anger and Ashamed and angry, he stood on the ridge of the roof with a straight face, began to think of words, and dismissed the insignificant couple in the ancient house early.

Like many sects, the Shengao Sect is divided into inner and outer sects. Before He Xiaoliang left the Shengao Sect, it was an extremely rare event for the golden boy and the beautiful girl to come out of the same sect. In order to train these two proud men, Qi Zhen was the head coach. The two juniors are specially allowed to intervene in the affairs of the outer sect. Of course, they are not given such a big stall directly to them and let them arbitrarily exercise power. Instead, they are similar to the censors of the secular dynasty, with the power to supervise all officials, and He Xiao Sometimes, they will be given full authority to handle certain secular affairs of the outer sect. They will have the power of Zhu Pi, which is to write down specific suggestions on how to handle affairs with a red pen, and then hand them over to the sect of the outer sect who is responsible for the secular affairs at the foot of the mountain. As disciples, as part of the training, He Xiaoliang and the two have the right to inspect and evaluate the final results.

Therefore, He Xiaoliang, a Taoist beauty from Aquarius Continent, was indeed deeply cultivated by the sect, but she resolutely chose to leave the Shengao Sect. Not to mention that outsiders did not understand, even within the Shengao Sect, many elders and masters found it incredible. , and then angrily cursed He Xiaoliang as an immature white-eyed wolf.

It is true that the entire Shen Gaozong attaches too much importance to He Xiaoliang, who is the most blessed person in the world. As the saying goes, love is as deep as hatred.

The Shengao Sect had actually received the secret letter that Yang Huang sent to Shanmen at the beginning of the new year. At that time, He Xiaoliang had not yet left the sect, and he and Jintong had a conflict specifically about this letter. Jintong was the first to write and criticize it. The content is generally handled properly, so there is no need to criticize Yang Huang too harshly, it is really excusable. He Xiaoliang directly gave the opposite opinion. Zhu Pi's words were extremely harsh, saying that Yang Huang, as a disciple of the Shen Gao Sect, turned into a ghost and should be severely punished to serve as a warning to others.

However, He Xiaoliang and He Xiaoliang's treatment of the female ghost was similar, and they chose to ignore it.

Because of the dispute between the two parties, Yang Huang's secret letter was temporarily shelved. Regarding this matter, the outer sect of Shengao Sect was more inclined to He Xiaoliang at that time due to emotions and reasons, as well as the unspeakable general trend. , but no one expected that He Xiaoliang would suddenly no longer be a disciple of the Shen Gao Sect, and would even give up his identity as a beautiful girl in Yizhou. The golden boy who had loved He Xiaoliang for many years seemed to think that the secret letter was too unlucky, so he He was willing to pay more attention to it, and there were countless things that needed to be dealt with at hand, so he casually threw it to a law enforcement elder from the outer sect. He just said that it would be handed over to the disciples who came down from the mountain to experience. It was easy to do it without considering the contradiction above. Contents of Zhu's review.

What happened next became clear. Zhao Liu seized this opportunity and went down the mountain to avenge himself.

But the round-faced girl surnamed Fu heard about this from somewhere, so she followed her all the way secretly. It was just a good time to relax and not have to think about that bullshit golden boy in Shen Gaozong all day long. She flew across thousands of mountains and rivers with her sword, so happy , there were occasional disturbances along the way. When they heard that she was the direct descendant of the inner sect of Shen Gao Sect, all the rebellious martial arts masters and Yamano Daxiu wanted to worship her as a Bodhisattva.

The words of the girl surnamed Fu can be deceived, but the rare lotus crown that no one dares to overstep and the dazzling golden jade pendant around her waist cannot deceive anyone.

After the round-faced girl appeared.

The bearded swordsman and Taoist priest Zhang Shan both understood that the fate of Yang Huang and his wife was no longer within their control, and no matter how much they said, it would be meaningless.

An "elder" from the Shen Gaozong, just one sentence is enough.

Yang Huang held the female ghost's hand, raised his head to look at the girl, and said with a calm smile: "Yang Huang and Zhuo Jing, who are evildoers, all depend on Master Fu's will. Regardless of life or death, they will abide by Master Uncle's decree."

The round-faced girl glanced at the couple. One was haggard and the other was ugly. Their appearance was really hard to like, and certainly not disgusting. When she thought of the two approvals on the secret letter, the girl sighed, thinking that Sister He was no longer a member of the Shen Gao Sect anyway, so what should she do according to the wishes of that bullshit golden boy?

She cleared her throat and gave the order: "Zhao Liu will lead the team to get rid of the temple of obscenity. As for whether to do it yourself or contact the local court officials, you can decide on your own. Yang Huang and his wife, that's it. From now on, as long as Don’t do bad things in the name of Shen Gaozong. In short, from today on, everything you and your wife do has nothing to do with Shen Gaozong.”

Now that she had finished watching the excitement, the round-faced girl no longer wanted to stay in this ghostly place with dilapidated mountains and rivers. She swiftly wielded her sword and flew away through the air at an extremely fast speed. When other people fly with swords, they slowly climb uphill along an arc and finally enter the sky. However, the girl named Fu wants to fly straight into the sky in a straight line. It is thrilling to watch. I always feel that she will fall down accidentally. Return to the ground.

Yang Huang remembered something and said loudly: "Thank you, Master Fu, for repelling the enemy earlier!"

The old Taoist Zhao Liu bowed his hands and respectfully sent the girl away. After that, he snorted coldly and turned around to leave without saying a word.

Yang Huang did not get carried away. Instead, he cupped his fists and apologized to the young immortal masters of the Shen Gao Sect besides the old Taoist masters and disciples: "Yang Huang is covered in filth and does not dare to send you off to the immortal masters."

The young Taoist priest who retracted the demon-binding rope and the compatriot sister who wore a ghost-beating bamboo whip around her waist hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

The little Taoist boy holding the demon-suppressing tree swaggered away, suddenly turned his head, made a face, and smiled at the tree enchantress: "Ugly, ugly!"

The female ghost who was originally smiling suddenly looked sad. She slowly turned her head away, covered her face with her hands, and did not dare to see anyone again.

In an instant.

The little Taoist suddenly stopped and just stood there, motionless. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that he didn't dare to move.

Among the group of people, the disciple who is actually the most valued by the sect is him, a talented spiritual practitioner with outstanding intuition, not the twin siblings, or even the idiot Jian who "lay in the three realms and basked in the sun for many years" build.

He quickly looked back.

The little Taoist priest clutched the piece of demon-suppressing wood engraved with "All ghosts bow their heads", his palms were full of sweat. He slowly turned his eyes away. The ugly female ghost did not talk about it, but Yang Huang, the evil spirit of the sick man, could only rely on a magic weapon. The bearded swordsman who shows off his majesty in the military is most likely the Juluzhou Taoist priest of Zhang Tianshi in Longhu Mountain. Finally, there is the expressionless young man with a box on his back.

The little Taoist priest with a childish face behaves like this, and in the eyes of others, it is just the play of a child's mind.

Only Chen Pingan stretched out two fingers and quietly made a strange gesture of poking forward.

The little Taoist priest blinked quickly, swallowed, and finally gave a forced smile. He waved goodbye politely to the guy whose instinct made him feel that he was extremely dangerous.

The little Taoist priest complained while running away, "Oh my god, this guy has such a fierce aura, why does he look like an old monster from the middle five realms?" And he is the kind of monk who often goes down the mountain to fight and has experienced hundreds of battles.

The little Taoist priest didn't think about going up to the line and encouraged Master Zhao Liu and his disciples to kill a carbine, because it was meaningless.

On the road of spiritual practice, apart from seeking the Tao, it is better to do less than to do more. This is not nonsense.

The little Taoist priest was running, smiling again, and his mood suddenly turned gloomy and sentimental.

Wow, it’s exactly as my master said, there are experts under the mountain! Didn’t this hit me? After going back, be sure to tell your master that the old monster you met was at least an old monster at the Golden Core Realm, and maybe even an immortal from the Tenth Realm. He was shameless, pretending to be a young man, and scared him so much that he almost peed...

The little Taoist priest ran happily, even jumped a little, and said happily: "Hey, it's not a bad trip down the mountain."

The siblings in the hallway ahead turned their heads in unison.

The little Taoist priest immediately held his breath and concentrated, and after landing, he continued to move forward steadily in an old-fashioned manner.

Over at Xiulou, after a storm, although the men and women in the ancient house were worried from beginning to end, they finally managed to survive. The couple shook hands, looked at each other and smiled, without saying anything. They just felt that they had got what they deserved. May all the burdens be gone, all the hardships be gone and the joys will come.

Taoist Zhang Shan smiled at Chen Pingan and said, "Sword Immortal, do you see that such a young Sword Immortal is awesome, right?"

Chen Pingan was a little helpless.

The rain had stopped, and the young Taoist priest looked up at the night sky and sighed: "I really want to recite a poem."

The bearded swordsman laughed heartily.

No matter what, things finally had a happy ending.

This makes the bearded man feel happier than the usual days of doing justice for heaven, successfully slaying demons, and drinking wine.

The old woman who fell to the ground was in the third courtyard. She finally woke up and turned around, and immediately flew over. When she saw the host and hostess who were in peace, she was slightly relieved. Yang Huang smiled softly at the old woman and said, "Everyone is over." Now, you don’t have to worry about those sneaky villains anymore.”

The old woman was stunned at first, and then she burst into tears of joy and broke down in tears.

The female ghost named Yingying slowly moved her body, "wandered" over, gently held the old woman's shoulder, and sobbed, as if she was gently comforting the old woman, "It's okay, it's okay."

With nothing to worry about and no trace of haggard and dejected look, Yang Huang laughed and said: "Xu Daxia, Zhang Xianshi, and Mr. Chen! If you don't mind, let us do our best as landlords? Prepare a table of good wine. Good food? Have a drink?"

The bearded swordsman Xu Yuanxia nodded with a smile and asked Taoist Zhang Shan and Chen Ping'an: "What do you think?"

Taoist Zhang Shan smiled and said, "Why not?"

Chen Ping'an also smiled and nodded, patting the wine gourd on his waist, "If possible, I would like to buy some wine from you."

Yang Huang waved his hand, seeming to have regained the high-spiritedness of the Shen Gao Sect disciple in those days, and said cheerfully: "Why buy wine? The home-brewed cellar earth-fired wine is not a mellow wine, but the taste is really good. After a late night snack, I am full and full. Master Chen, just move away!"

Everyone laughed loudly, and the ancient house no longer had any gloomy atmosphere, only the intoxicating heroic spirit of the world before drinking.

After that, the old woman smiled broadly, still lowering her head and wiping her tears, and walked quickly to the kitchen to cook.

The couple entertained guests in the main room of the third courtyard, chatting with the bearded swordsman.

Taoist Zhang Shan hesitated for a moment, then called Chen Pingan, came to the verandah of the courtyard, and said apologetically: "Chen Pingan, Xiaodao's real name is Zhang Shanfeng, not Zhang Shan. I'm sorry. As a friend, I kept it secret from you for so long." , not very kind."

Chen Ping'an sat on the railing and had no grudges about it at all. He smiled and said: "Walking in the rivers and lakes, be careful when sailing. There is nothing wrong with this."

The young Taoist's eyes lit up and he laughed and said, "You don't use your real name to travel around the world, right? Let's just say that although the name Chen Ping'an has a good meaning, it is still a bit tacky..."

Chen Pingan rolled his eyes: "It's my real name!"

The young Taoist priest suddenly felt a little embarrassed. After a moment of silence, he remembered something and asked in a low voice: "Why did you give Xiaodao a ball before?"

Chen Pingan said sorry in his heart, and then smiled: "Actually, there was a lot of fighting in the wing room opposite, so I went out to watch a fierce battle. The scholar named Chu turned out to be a tree demon, and was... After the sword immortal killed him, he dropped the magic weapon that seemed to be called Jiawan. The sword immortal ignored it and walked away, so I went to pick it up secretly."

Chen Pingan reached out and handed over the ball.

"The Sword Immortal should be the girl from the Shengaozong." The young Taoist priest suddenly understood. He took the hand and weighed it. It was not heavy. He lowered his head and looked carefully. He turned it gently in the palm of his hand and vaguely saw a tiny crack named Zhang Shanfeng. The Ju Luzhou Taoist priest had a solemn face and handed it back to Chen Pingan, "It is indeed very similar to the legendary military strategist Jiawan, but this Jiawan must have suffered heavy damage, resulting in a slight flaw in it, but to say the least, Jiawan are extremely rare and expensive treasures. Although Xiaodao doesn't know how high the price is, they are definitely good things worth a fortune. You should keep them well and don't let outsiders see them. You can only find an expert to mend them in the future. After repairing it, you can wear it with confidence, which is equivalent to a first-class amulet!"

According to the scholar surnamed Chu himself, this Bingjia Pill is a magic weapon with a special name in the royal treasury of the ancient Yu Kingdom, worth three thousand snow coins.

Chen Ping'an did not hide the small object in his sleeve, but said tentatively: "You also know that I am a martial arts practitioner, and the boxing techniques I have learned are about moving forward and not relying too much on external objects, otherwise it will My fist is not sharp enough, so I keep this armor pill, which is of little use, so I will sell it to you for three hundred snows, how about it?"

The young Taoist priest shook his head vigorously and laughed at himself: "Don't say it costs three hundred snows, it costs one thousand or two thousand snows. Such a rare treasure, as long as Xiaodao has this kind of family background, he will buy it even if he has eyes. Don’t blink, but the trail is so poor now, otherwise it wouldn’t be difficult to have a full meal on the Kun Ship.”

Chen Pingan gently threw the ball to the Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng and said with a smile: "Then just think that you owe me three hundred snows for money. Don't refuse in a hurry. Think about it, you are the only one with a body that faints when it is rained on." , if the two of us encounter monsters again in the future, how can we fight with others? If you wear Jiawan, our chances of winning may be much greater. Once we gain something, it will all belong to me. When you pay back the money, Ok?"

The young Taoist priest sighed, carefully accepted the armor pill that he had never dared to dream of before, and sat side by side with Chen Pingan on the railing of the verandah. They looked at the sky together and shouted softly: "Chen Pingan..."

Then there was nothing more to say, as if many words could not be uttered.

Chen Pingan put his hands on the railing, "Look, I haven't been of any help from beginning to end this time, and you don't mind me holding you back."

The young Taoist scratched his head. He seemed a little more open-minded when he said this. Chen Ping'an regarded himself as a friend, and she also regarded him as a friend. Shouldn't friends be so polite and particular about everything?

He suddenly laughed and said: "The beard is brushed like a halberd, and a hero carries a sword."

Chen Pingan smiled, okay, he was praising the bearded man Xu Yuanxia.

The young Taoist said again: "I abandoned my writings and traveled across the sea and mountains to find Quanzhen."

Well, he should be talking about himself.

Taoist Zhang Shanfeng turned around and said: "Chen Ping'an, I haven't thought of poems about you now. When Xiaodao feels inspired to write them, there will definitely be some. Don't worry, Xiaodao promises that they will be very heroic!"

Chen Ping'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was hard to dampen his mood, so he could only nod and agree: "Okay, okay."

Chen Pingan jumped off the railing, ran to the kitchen, turned around and shouted, "I'll help with the cooking."

Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng hummed and sat there with mixed feelings.

Over in the main room, the hearty laughter of a bearded man could be heard from time to time.

The young Taoist priest changed his sitting posture, with his back against the pillars and his arms folded across his chest. Thinking of the high mountain in his hometown, he closed his eyes, hummed a tune of his own, and shook his head, enjoying himself.

Finally opening his eyes, the young Taoist murmured softly: "Who composed this song? Zhang Shanfeng on Wudang Mountain!"

Chen Pingan was actually thinking about something.

In his previous battle with the scholar surnamed Chu, Chen Pingan had a rough idea of ​​how powerful he was in the three realms of martial arts. Among the many boxing techniques taught by the barefoot old man, the god-man beating drum style was already the most powerful. Chen Pingan relied on his strength at that time. The Shukchi Talisman was hit with one punch, and then with a fist. But even so, even though the scholar of the tree spirit of the ancient Yu Kingdom had a Komaru that turned into a bright armor to protect his body, Chen Ping'an's actual boxing skills were at that limit. There are twenty punches in the Divine Drum Beating Style, and there is not even one more punch. Therefore, if it were not for the flying sword in the sword gourd to kill the enemy, I am afraid that the scholar would have exhausted all his strength. Once the Divine Man Beat the Drum Style is exhausted, In one breath, he was able to free his hands. If he used one or two offensive magic weapons, what would he, Chen Ping'an, do?

It shouldn't be difficult to escape, but it is quite difficult to win and kill the enemy.

However, it is also a reward to be able to coordinate his own boxing skills with the attacks of the two flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, and even have a little bit of seamlessness.

But deep down in Chen Pingan's heart, he still felt that it was not hearty enough. After all, it was a little bit less interesting.

It seems that the real answer couldn't be simpler: Chen Ping'an doesn't punch fast enough! Not strong enough!

Chen Pingan put away his thoughts, whether he was practicing boxing or practicing swordsmanship in the future, if he couldn't be in a hurry, he could just take it one step at a time and move forward in a down-to-earth manner.

He patted the sword-raising gourd on his waist and chuckled, "Thanks this time."

There was a feeling in the gourd, and Fifteen began to fly around, very excited.

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "But when you two appear on the stage in the future, can you not be so... dazzling? The three of us are not competing with others in martial arts. Before taking action, we need to declare our names and show off our weapons. We go into battle to kill the enemy. Let’s not pay attention to these things, right? Just sneak out of the sword-raising gourd, do you think this is true?”

Fifteen hovered for a moment, motionless, seemingly sulking.

On the first day of the new year, he even took out the sword-raising gourd, broke into Chen Ping'an's Qi Mansion, and caused trouble.

Fortunately, Chen Pingan was now very calm about the pain. He trotted forward with a smile on his face and went to the kitchen to help.

Controlling the natal flying sword only consumes the mind and does not require the use of true energy. However, there is a distance limit for killing enemies with the flying sword, which is directly related to the realm of sword cultivation, or the degree of condensation of the soul. There is no shortcut to break the distance bottleneck of the flying sword. However, for swordsmanship, it means an increase in realm. For Chen Ping'an, a martial artist who has just won the reputation of "Sword Immortal", he needs the breath of Qi that can stop the movement of sword Qi for eighteen times to break through more Qi palaces along the way.

The bottleneck of the distance is ten feet in the first grade of junior high school, and eight feet in the fifteenth grade.

Not far away is the kitchen, which is vaguely bright.

"How could the name Zhang Shanfeng be better than Chen Ping'an?"

Chen Ping'an slowed down and felt a little unconvinced when he thought of this. He just suddenly grinned and secretly laughed to himself, "Hey, Sword Immortal!"