Sword of Coming

As night fell, the Jianshui Villa was brightly lit, and the courtyards were full of guests. They drank countless bottles of fine wine. Afterwards, it was said that even the small town could smell the aroma of wine coming from the village.

Chen Pingan asked Mr. Chu about the Xianjia Ferry. There is indeed such a place in Shushui Country. It is more than 600 miles away from Jianshui Villa. It is located on the border between Shushui Country and Songxi Country. I heard that there are often There are Qi practitioners on the mountain, but the three hundred-mile radius area has long been restricted by the Shushui Kingdom's royal family. Without an official ultimatum issued by the state government, no matter whether it is a commoner or a warrior who intrudes without mercy, they will be killed without mercy. . The old manager was personable and considerate. He took the initiative to say with a smile that Jianshui Villa had a very good relationship with a governor's mansion on the border. They were family friends. All he needed was a letter from the old owner to get the customs clearance document. No need. Chen Pingan and the others worked hard.

Zhang Shanfeng asked one more question and asked the old man if there was a shop opened by a Qigong practitioner at the ferry to trade goods. The old steward said yes, because the young owner of the village, Song Fengshan, went to the ferry in person after the original sword was damaged and brought back the dagger that is now always hanging on his waist. The old steward knew everything, not only did he reveal the inside story of Shushui, but Song Fengshan even spent 900 pieces of snow money on the mountain in order to purchase the fairy weapon named "Cangshui". Half of the gold and silver in the villa had been saved. He poured beans into the bamboo tube and told these secrets to the three of them.

This is of course not that the old steward was so carried away by the word "loyalty" that he did not know the taboos of friendship, but that the old swordsman Song had privately told him to treat the three of them, especially the sword-carrying young man Chen Ping'an. , you can treat him as Song Yushao’s best friend, so the Villa doesn’t need to be wary.

A promise worth a thousand pieces of gold, a friendship between life and death, the word "friend" is as important as a mountain.

This is the morality of the world respected by Song Yushao's older generation. Mr. Chu has been following the Sword Master of Shushui for a long time. He has worked for the villa through life and death, sharing weal and woe. It is possible that he was infected by Song Yushao's worldly atmosphere. Such hard work and no regrets.

In Zhang Shanfeng's house, the three of them had a sumptuous dinner full of delicacies and game. Chen Pingan was about to go to the waterfall to practice boxing. Suddenly Zhang Shanfeng called out and asked Chen Pingan to wait. The bearded man had one leg. He stepped on the bench, picked the gap between his teeth with a bamboo skewer, and asked Zhang Shanfeng if he wanted to avoid anything. The young Taoist priest ran to open his bag and said no. Zhang Shanfeng quickly took out a pair of bamboo chopsticks, placed them on the table and pushed them towards Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan asked curiously: "What are you doing? I've finished eating, what are you going to give me chopsticks for?"

The pair of bamboo chopsticks on the table were one of Zhang Shanfeng's trophies obtained in Rouge County. One was engraved with the Green God Mountain, and the other was engraved with the God Xiao Bamboo.

Zhang Shanfeng smiled and said: "I'll give it to you. Just think of it as the interest on the Mohist Jiawan Guangming Armor. I am most afraid of owing money to others in my life. When I think about it, I can't sleep or eat well. What's more, if I owe it, I'll pay five hundred pieces of snow money." , in terms of real gold and silver, that would be five hundred thousand taels of silver. According to Mr. Chu's statement, as the top person in the world of Shushui Country, the entire Jianshui Villa's century-old wealth only totals more than two million taels. If I don’t give you something back, Pindao will definitely not be able to sleep tonight.”

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "You are stupid. If these chopsticks are really made from the sacred bamboo of Qingzhu Cave, they might be sold for hundreds of snow coins. To say the least, they are not bamboo from Qingshen Mountain. , but the spiritual energy on the chopsticks has been condensed for hundreds of years, and it cannot be faked. Since it is an acquired spiritual weapon, it can be sold for at least dozens of snow coins, right? Interest? Is there such a high interest? You Zhang Shanfeng Do you think I’m an unscrupulous profiteer who makes loan sharks?”

Chen Ping'an became more and more angry as he spoke, and pushed the chopsticks back to the young Taoist, "Besides, we are going to the Xianjia Ferry in Shushui Kingdom soon. Since there is a shop that trades heavy weapons and magic weapons, we can all wait until the price of the bamboo chopsticks is determined. Besides, if it’s only worth a dozen pieces of snow money, I’ll accept it. If it’s worth more than fifty pieces, you can’t pay it back to me as interest.”

Zhang Shanfeng shook his head and said resolutely: "No! A poor Taoist has a hard conscience. Taoists are most afraid of inner demons when seeking Taoism. You, Chen Ping'an, don't let me derail my Taoist practice!"

Chen Pingan stood up and said with a smile: "You can just talk nonsense, Gungun, there is no need to discuss this matter, take it back! Otherwise, if we have the ability to fight, who will win?"

Zhang Shanfeng remained silent.

Chen Pingan opened the door and left to practice boxing at the waterfall.

Zhang Shanfeng sighed and looked at the bearded man, "What should we do?"

Xu Yuanxia gloated: "Compared with Chen Ping'an, a money-splitting boy, you are far behind."

Zhang Shanfeng was a little depressed. He poured himself a bowl of soju, lowered his head and took a sip, and his face suddenly turned red.

It turns out that in Rouge County of Caiyi Kingdom, during the life-and-death battle to kill Mi Laomo's disciple, the young Taoist priest had a sudden thought on the line between life and death, poured spiritual energy into the armor pill, and protected himself with a pair of bright armor. The Miao Taoist blocked the demon's fatal blow. The experienced Taoist was shocked and said it was unbelievable. He said that this military treasure was stored in the royal treasury of the ancient Yu Kingdom in more than ten countries, including the Caiyi Kingdom in the middle of Aquarius Continent. There is a priceless piece of Jiawan. Rumor has it that the number one martial artist in Songxi State once offered it 6,000 Xiaoxue coins to the emperor of the ancient Yu Kingdom, but was rejected.

After that, the young Taoist priest kept thinking about this matter, and didn't know how to talk to Chen Pingan. Later, something happened in the ancient temple, and Chen Pingan walked on the 700-mile mountain road. It was extremely boring, and Zhang Shanfeng found it even harder to talk frankly with Chen Pingan. Talk once.

Now that he has arrived at Jianshui Villa and is about to go to Xianjia Ferry, he really can't stand the inner torment. Zhang Shanfeng confided his heart to the bearded man from Lao Jianghu. Xu Yuanxia helped the young Taoist priest confirm two things. First, Chen Ping'an affirmed Knowing the true value of Jiawan, he casually quoted 500 pieces of snow money at that time, deliberately selling half of it and giving half to Zhang Shanfeng. Second, according to Zhang Shanfeng's account, Chen Ping'an lived in a Tianzihao wing when he took the Luzhou Dajiao Shankun boat in Beiju. Although there is no doubt that the young man who carried the sword and went south was from a poor background at the bottom of the city, he obviously had His own unique opportunity, and Chen Ping'an never seemed to attach much importance to property, at least to his friends.

So this is no longer simply a matter of owing money, but a troublesome matter of owing a huge favor.

In the end, Xu Yuanxia did not directly tell Zhang Shanfeng what to do, but said two sentences. One was not to take the kindness of friends as a matter of course. The second sentence is that only when brothers settle accounts clearly can the friendship last long. Don't think that once you become friends, you can ignore everything. That is the naive idea of ​​a child who has not grown up.

So Zhang Shanfeng wanted to give away the pair of mysterious bamboo chopsticks produced in Qingshen Mountain under the guise of borrowing interest.

The reason why it is not the white bowl that can only slowly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and condense it into a drop of nectar is because Zhang Shanfeng himself is a Qi practitioner. For Zhang Shanfeng, the white bowl is a necessity on the path of practice. , and Chen Ping'an is a pure martial artist, so he doesn't need it. At most, it is just the icing on the cake. Even if he receives a white bowl, he will probably sell it at a discount and exchange it for Xiaoxue money.

Zhang Shanfeng drank wine, his face flushed, and he said drunkenly: "Brother Xu, can you give me a trick? Xiaodao really can't think of a way."

The bearded man said seriously: "If that doesn't work, why don't you put on women's clothes? I don't think Chen Ping'an is interested in women or ghosts at all. He never equivocates whether he should be beaten or killed..."

Listening to the bearded man's nonsense, the young Taoist priest sighed, knocked his head on the table, and fell drunk.

Well, if you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be worried tomorrow.

Xu Yuanxia rubbed her beard with the palm of her hand, and two scenes appeared in her mind. They were both in that dilapidated ancient temple. The young man was facing a graceful woman, saying that it was cold and stretching out his hand to warm herself up by the fire.

Then, after the woman turned into a female ghost, she choked the young man and punched him until he was knocked out of his mind.

Xu Yuanxia recalled that at the dinner table just now, Chen Pingan was talking about the waterfall incident. A young woman holding a knife in reverse was punched into the pool by him.

The man trembled and said with fear: "Chen Ping'an! Don't you really like men?"

In the main lobby of Jianshui Villa, the guests and hosts are having a great time, and the aroma of the wine is intoxicating.

The lobby is paved with a large colorful carpet, which is a unique "lichen" from Zhinu County, Caiyi Country.

The old owner of the village, Song Yushao, still didn't want to show up to welcome guests. The young owner of the village, Song Fengshan, sat on the main seat. Next to him was his virtuous wife who was in charge of the internal and external affairs of the Villa. Although the young woman managed the house well, she was very sensible. He was very good at dealing with others, and he never covered up the glory of her husband. Even though Song Fengshan had been practicing swordsmanship in seclusion for many years, the reputation of this little swordsman in the world of Shushui Kingdom was getting bigger and bigger, and finally he became a master. It has reached the point where a martial arts conference can be held.

The talkers from the top Jianghu sects in Shushui Kingdom have all arrived tonight. In addition to these famous and upright Jianghu bosses and white Taoist giants, there are also a considerable number of Jianghu Sanxian, and some old seniors who have not appeared in the Jianghu for a long time. Most of them were very old, and there were even two octogenarians who were famous. They all took this opportunity to reunite and participate in the grand event, which gave Jianshui Villa enough face.

The brother and sister who were born in the Han family of Xiaochongshan, the scholar Han Yuanshan and the girl Han Yuanxue, are not in the front position because they have a special status and belong to the official family. If the seats are too eye-catching tonight, in fact, Jian Shui Both the villa and the Han family are unpopular, and will inevitably attract the murmurs of many wealthy people in the world.

The seats of father and daughter Wang Yiran and Wang Coral of Hengdao Villa are more important than those of the Han brothers and sisters, with two tables of drinks and tables between them.

The girl Han Yuanxue complained about this, feeling that she had been neglected by the Villa. The Han family should not be in this situation anywhere in Shushui Country. Han Yuanshan, who looked like an elegant scholar, waved a folding fan with one hand and drank from a cup with the other hand without any care. However, this person's other identity, shocking to the world, was actually one of the four evil spirits of Shushui Kingdom on the "mountain".

Although Shushui Kingdom has the Xianjia Ferry, there is no mountain sect stationed in the country. Therefore, these four evil spirits with a bad reputation actually represent to a large extent the top few masters of Shushui Kingdom, overlooking the rivers and lakes, and arrogantly Takefu. Han Yuanshan also had the clean status of the Han family of Xiaochongshan. He was in the center of the temple and local officialdom, and had numerous family friends and predecessors, so he could go anywhere without any hindrance. The Jianshui Villa, which was so powerful in the world, was of course no exception.

There was a solitary wine table, with a burly man and a young girl sitting there. They were in the middle on the left hand side, obviously far away from the tables on both sides, because everyone in the world knew about this person's prominent status, and Shu Shui The number one man in the country's underworld, named Dou Yang, looks like a young and strong man. It is rumored that he is already a hundred years old. He claims to be the leader of the Demon Cult. He has more than ten demon guardians under his command. He is the dominant figure in the southern part of Shushui Country. Fortunately, the sect is partial to Living in a corner, on the border between Shushui Country and Songxi Country, it has been relatively peaceful in the past few decades and has not caused any bloodshed. However, the older generation of Jianghu people present hate this person deeply, and at the same time, they are more afraid of him. Fifty years ago, in the Shushui Kingdom, the righteous and demonic demons fought three bloody battles to fight for the territory of the rivers and lakes. Thousands of righteous masters lost their lives.

Jianshui Villa dared to arrange the seats in this way, without putting Dou Yang and his maid in the first place, which immediately made everyone present admire them and appreciate the young Song Fengshan a little more.

Although Song Fengshan was the master of this alliance and held a high position, he spoke very little. He only drank slowly alone and did not talk to anyone deliberately. Occasionally, someone brought up the relationship with the old sword master to compete with the future martial arts alliance leader. To make a relationship, Song Fengshan, who was wearing a green shirt and a short sword at his waist, could only offer a glass of wine in return. Most of them were young women around him. He kept the other party's deeds in the world, plus some comments he heard from his ancestors, and even even She is well aware of the achievements of some of the other party's handsome juniors, which makes the other party not only not feel slighted at all, but also feel comfortable and very face-saving.

If people respect me one foot, I will give others a foot in return.

No one could fault the young woman in Jianshui Villa.

The nun from the ancient temple who was mistakenly thought to be the personal maid of the great demon Dou Yang, her beautiful face seemed to be charming and childish, and her eyes were quietly patrolling the guests. Occasionally, her eyes met Han Yuanshan's, and they were instantly touched. However, the corner of the girl's mouth was raised and her eyes were charming. The scholar also understood it and made some small gestures to reciprocate the love. The girl became more and more passionate. When she lowered her head to drink, she quietly stretched out her tongue to lick half of the rim of the glass. Han Yuanshan's eyes were wide. He squinted and his mouth went dry. He had personally experienced the old witch's bed skills, and she would call out several graceful ghosts again and again. Even though he was extremely talented and had practiced the secrets of the magic sect, he still couldn't figure it out. It’s hard to admit defeat.

Dou Yang took all this into consideration and sneered: "Slut, you can really be in heat at any time!"

The girl smiled and said, "Hey, Master Dou is jealous?"

Dou Yang took a chopstick of some salty vegetables and ignored the fellow-traveler's joke.

The love between a man and a woman, the joy of fish and water, is nothing compared to competing on the road and climbing to the top alone!

Wang Yiran clearly felt the loss of his daughter beside him, and the lingering affection and deep loss contained in her eyes that secretly glanced at Song Fengshan several times.

Wang Yiran was well aware of this love between children, which was destined to have no good results, but the man did not feel the need to stand in the way and beat the couple. First of all, the golden signboard of Jianshui Villa is not that Hengdao Villa is inferior to others and can make irresponsible remarks. Furthermore, if her daughter Wang Coral wants to become a qualified future owner of the village, she will suffer a little emotional injury or be like today. Being knocked unconscious by a punch or making a fool of yourself in public are not bad things. It is better than making a big mistake in the future and suffering even greater pain.

Wang resolutely decided to turn a blind eye to this. Who among the world's great masters like them didn't have a few confidants when they were young? How many people can help each other in the end, and how many people can forget each other in the world? When you really stand at the top of the world, you will find that everything is just passing by.

Let’s take Han Yuanshan, a descendant of a deep-seated family in the city. I heard that he is the best at hiding girls in golden houses. The key is that he can make women follow him wholeheartedly. He is the daughter of a powerful minister and a female disciple of a Jianghu master. She is so cool and bloodthirsty that she is young. The female devil and the world-famous fairy were all captured by him.

If his daughter Wang Coral was infatuated with this person, Wang Yiran would forcefully intervene and never allow his daughter to have anything to do with Han Yuanshan. Otherwise, by then, even Hengdao Villa might become a dowry, right? It is obvious that Han Yuanshan has a big plan and far-reaching plans, and there must be a real expert behind him to give advice. It is no problem to do business with such a person, and you will make less money, but you must not treat him as a close friend, it is tantamount to seeking death. .

As for his daughter's secret love for Song Fengshan, Wang Yiran felt that it didn't matter, because Song Fengshan was a real man in the world. If one day, Song Fengshan was really willing to marry his daughter as his equal wife, Wang Yiran would not mind if Hengdao Villa was merged into Jianshui Villa. , but the new villa must have the word "dao", and one of the future children must have the surname Wang. Then in the next hundred years, there will only be two surnames in Shushui Kingdom, Song and Wang!

Someone shouted a toast with a glass of wine, and Wang Yiran smiled and raised his glass in return. Although Wang Coral was absent-minded, he still did not lack this etiquette, and he followed his father and toasted a glass of wine in return.

After putting down the wine glass, Wang Yiran looked forward and said softly: "Still thinking about the young man carrying the sword? Do you think it is a shameful and humiliating way to vent your anger without killing him? I would like to advise you, the young man is by no means an ordinary person, even Song Fengshan has already He regarded him as a potential opponent, but the old sword master Song seemed to have a close relationship with the young man. Han Yuanshan was right about one thing. The young man was most likely the proud disciple of the Caiyi National Sword God. This time he was traveling, it was his mentor who exposed him. Damn, the enemy is powerful. In order to avoid the limelight, the young man has an irreconcilable relationship between the Song Sword Master and the Caiyi Kingdom Sword God, so he takes care of him like this and even teaches Ma Lu a lesson himself."

The young woman clenched the hilt of the knife and lowered her eyes, "Dad, is this all? That hateful guy who hid his head and tail, punched me to death in Shuixie, I admit it. Even if the punch hurt me seriously, I will I have to admit defeat! But he just humiliated me like this! In front of so many outsiders, how can I have the face to go around in the world in the future? Do you want me to hide in Hengdao Villa for the rest of my life? "

Wang resolutely slapped the wine glass in his hand on the table and sneered: "Face is earned through a series of famous battles. Jianghu is a place with the best and worst memories. Years from now, when Wang Huanhuan becomes a swordsman master more powerful than your father, and reaches the realm of the legendary Sixth Level Grandmaster of the legendary Caiyi Kingdom Sword God and Song Sword Saint, who will mention this trivial thing about Shuixie? They will only remember you. Which kendo master Wang Coral defeated, how many underworld demons he killed, and when he unsheathed his sword, it was as sharp as a waterfall. Who wouldn’t applaud and applaud among those watching the battle? Who dares?!"

The woman's shoulders trembled slightly, and she lowered her head and said sadly: "But I can't even defeat a swordsman younger than me. I'm not even a one-punch enemy of him. How can I stand shoulder to shoulder with you in the future? There's no such thing as a legendary figure." The realm of Grand Master?"

For the central part of Aquarius Continent in the Shushui Kingdom, the Sixth Level of Martial Arts is the pinnacle of pure martial arts. Beyond that, for hundreds of years, no one has known the scenery of that level. It can be regarded as the invincible "Great Martial God" in the world. "Yes. It is said that the Caiyi National Sword God once touched that threshold when he was at his peak before retiring to the mountains and forests. However, in the end, for unknown reasons, his level plummeted, he became disheartened, and completely quit the world.

The old swordsman Song Yushao said bluntly that he had no hope of reaching the realm of the God of War in this life.

If Chen Pingan knew this, he might be stunned again. After all, Zhu He, a martial artist from the Fourth Realm who also came out of Lizhu Cave Heaven, knew that the ninth realm was the end of martial arts. Of course, Zhu He also never had a glimpse of the whole picture of martial arts. In fact, not long after, Song Changjing and Li Er successfully entered the tenth realm. , and the eleventh realm is the true pinnacle of martial arts, and the true god of martial arts, and the old man surnamed Cui who taught Chen Ping'an the "three strongest realms" happened to miss the eleventh realm.

Water has depth, and mountains have heights.

Chen Ping'an's hometown, Lizhudongtian, is now the Longquan County of Dali. It is a strange place with the deepest water, the highest mountains, and the most turbulent situation in the entire Aquarius Continent.

In that place, the six realm "big monsters" such as the powerful Tsing Yi boy who run rampant in Huang Tingguo are simply embarrassed to say hello to people when they go out, because they are afraid of being punched to death by someone for no reason. The biggest dream now is to practice well. , strive to become a hero who can kill people with two punches.

No wonder the boy in Tsing Yi was so confused that he couldn't figure out one thing even in his head, "How did my master live to this day?"

Chen Ping'an actually didn't know the answer himself, and it seemed like he was getting through it bit by bit.

In fact, some people didn't want him to die at first. Later, at the final moment when the birds were gone, some big shots who wanted him to die met a teacher one after another, and he told Chen Ping'an not to He lost hope in the world, and a man wearing a hat and a sword told Chen Pingan how to deal with the world. At the same time, Chen Pingan also grew up rapidly, and eventually left the chess game early.

However, during this process, there were hardships in life, various difficult choices involving one's own heart, many undercurrents and dangers, and the physical and mental hardships the young man in Mud Bottle Lane suffered due to this cannot be explained to outsiders.

This man from Mu Ping Alley, who possesses a magic weapon and a precious sword gourd, is now walking alone in the world, but he still only wants to buy the cheapest drinks.

Of course, he started practicing boxing immediately, in a new way that was different from the six-step walking stance and the sword furnace stance.

Over at the waterfall pavilion, Chen Pingan did not carry the sword box this time and chose to stay in the courtyard because there were bearded men and young Taoist priests he trusted.

But the wine bottle was still pinned to his waist.

When walking in the mountains and rivers of foreign lands, don't cause trouble, don't be afraid of getting into trouble, and be careful in everything, and put life first. This is Chen Ping'an's world.

Chen Pingan stepped on the railing near the water again, and was about to use his strength to jump to the amazing waterfall. After thinking about it, he took a step forward and stepped on the stone platform to avoid accidentally punching with all his strength. Broken the wooden railing with his foot, even if Senior Song definitely didn't want to pay for it, it was not a big deal after all.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, rubbed the soles of his shoes on the ground, and twisted his wrists a few times.

This first punch is to test the weight and thickness of the falling momentum of the waterfall.

Try it with seven or eight percent of your strength first.

Chen Pingan stepped out, and a loud thumping sound was heard on the ground. Fortunately, the sound of the waterfall was amazing enough to cover up the sound of the foot stepping on the ground.

Chen Ping'an's figure was like a crossbow arrow rushing toward the waterfall.

The momentum was like a rainbow, and he punched it.

The fist penetrated the depths of the waterfall, but when his entire arm almost crossed the water curtain of the waterfall, his head and shoulders were hit by the waterfall. Chen Pingan's whole body was forced to tilt, and he was instantly rushed down. He fell into the depths of the pool and was pulled over by the turbulent water several times. Finally, a head popped up on the relatively stable surface of the water near the waterside pavilion. Chen Pingan patted the water surface of the deep pool, jumped to the waterside pavilion, and stood outside the railing. On the platform, I just felt dizzy, especially my punching arm and shoulders on both sides were burning and hurting. The key was that there were rocks deep in the pool, and Chen Ping'an's head was hit hard.

Fortunately, the Luoluo Mountain Bamboo House tempered his body, and Chen Ping'an had to endure hardships and eat as usual. This was far from the trauma that hurt the foundation of his body and the depths of his soul. Even if it didn't scratch his itch, Chen Ping'an still felt calm and relaxed.

For the second punch, Chen Ping'an used nine points of strength, and used the cavalry chisel formation taught to him by the old man Cui to open the way. He tried to break the water curtain with his punches and hit the stone wall behind the waterfall with one punch.

Unfortunately, the fist slightly touched the surface of the stone wall, and the whole person was hit by the water pouring down from the top of the mountain, and was hit hard into the bottom of the water.

Emerging from the water again, he returned to the outside edge of the water pavilion and stood still. This time, Chen Ping'an did not change the rapidly flowing breath. He held back the breath of Qi that was like a fire dragon hunting in all directions. In one breath, he once again sent out a lot of energy towards the waterfall. An imposing punch.

This time, Chen Ping'an's fist successfully hit the cold stone wall at the end of the waterfall curtain, but it was slightly weak. Not to mention making a pothole, it probably didn't leave even a trace.

Under the moonlight.

Chen Ping'an, whose Dantian Qi sea was surging, had no choice but to exhale a breath of turbid air, and used Old Man Yang's Breathing Technique to breathe slowly. The eighteen-stop sword energy flowed. Practice makes perfect. It has long been Chen Ping'an's instinct. He does not need to deliberately control it, but it can flow on its own. , quickly passing through more than a dozen acupoints whose names are different from those of the current Qi Palace. Previously, I was stuck between six and seven, and now I am stuck between twelve and thirteen. It is like being blocked by a chasm, making it difficult to move forward.

Chen Pingan held his breath and concentrated on punching the waterfall for the fourth time.

After repeated punches for more than ten times, Chen Pingan could only stand firmly with his back against the railing, so he simply sat down cross-legged. During the period of steady air, he took off the wine gourd and began to drink slowly.

Chen Ping'an raised his head and looked at the bright moon above his head. The book said that the moon is the brightness of his hometown. It also said that the moon surges in the river, and that the bright moon on the sea rises together with the tide.

The moon in my hometown is waxing and waning. The young man who was working hard to make a living has already seen it countless times. He has watched it with Liu Xianyang and the little slug Gu Can. After watching it for a long time, except for the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the rest Chen Pingan felt nothing at all. I went on two long trips and saw the magnificent sights of vast plains with stars and vast rivers with surging moons. It was really beautiful. Now in order to send the sword to Daoxuan Mountain, I had to rush to Old Dragon City in the far south. I don’t know what life is like on the sea. How beautiful the sight of the bright moon will be.

Chen Pingan put away his thoughts, stood up, put aside his sword, and started the next round of punches. The rule he set for himself was to deliver the three-punch iron cavalry formation in one go. The barefooted old man in the bamboo house once said with a smile that fighting on the battlefield, fighting with gold and iron, and being the best cavalry in the world, would never be a weakling who would fall down after one or two formations.

Being hit on the head by the huge waterfall again and again, Chen Pingan's body and body felt the pain more and more clearly. This time when the work was over, Chen Pingan lay directly on the platform, gasping for air.

If in Luopo Mountain, the old man surnamed Cui had only punched Chen Pingan alone from beginning to end, tempering Chen Pingan's body and soul, allowing him to be beaten passively, instead of asking Chen Pingan to "pee his skin and cramp" himself, without these horrific actions, maybe Chen Pingan would have been beaten. Ping An can only practice boxing so far today, and has no more persistent thoughts about punching.

Once, the barefoot old man looked down at Chen Ping'an who was lying in a pool of blood, and sneered: "You can't bear this little hardship, and you still want to be among the nine and ten realms?"

At that time, Chen Ping'an just wanted to scold the old man, but unfortunately he was too weak to say a word.

Compared with the sufferings suffered in Luoluoshan, it is a blessing now!

But you can't go further and further into the world, but you will become less accustomed to hardship.

Chen Pingan, who was thinking silently in his heart, slowly stood up, gritted his teeth and punched again.

A quarter of an hour later, the waterfall under the moon was still making a roaring sound in the pool, as if it was mocking the young man for not overestimating his own abilities, shaking the tree like a cricket.

Chen Pingan floated on his back on the water, eyes wide open, looking at the sky.

Once again, Chen Ping'an came ashore and punched, and shouted angrily, "Shoot!"

The water curtain of the waterfall was indeed punched with a big hole by Gang Meng's fist, but in a blink of an eye, Chen Ping'an hit the stone wall hard with his fist, and almost his whole body passed through the waterfall, but he was quickly hit again without any suspense. After entering the water, following the current in the deep pool, we climbed up to the base of the waterside pavilion.

It just continued intermittently, and in the second half of the night, Chen Pingan, who was like a drowned rat, sat on the railing. He just lifted the wine bottle tremblingly, raised his head and took a sip of Huadiao aged wine. He felt that his throat was feverish and his liver and intestines were burning, so he had to put it away. Jianhu, I dare not take even a sip.

Lanterns were hung high in the Jianshui Villa in the distance, and the banquet was far from over. A young woman who was a disciple of the Villa and served as a sword attendant danced swords for the guests, and cheers continued.

Chen Pingan tilted his head and stared at the waterfall that seemed to be invincible in the world.

Chen Pingan punched for the last time, using the god-man-beating-drums style. The dragonfly fluttered across the water and stepped on the water. When he was approaching the waterfall, his fists and arms pierced through the waterfall again and again...

When his manpower was finally exhausted, Chen Pingan knew that he could stop practicing tonight. He was exhausted. If he continued to hit the waterfall, he might be washed to the bottom of the deep pool at some point, completely fainted, and finally floated up. corpse.

Chen Pingan walked out of the waterside pavilion dripping wet, passed by the landscape pavilion, and returned to the yard.

After only sleeping for less than three hours, Chen Ping'an scribbled breakfast the next morning and walked to the waterfall pavilion in six steps.

Until noon, he returned the same way, but this time, Chen Ping'an had to ask Zhang Shanfeng to inform Jianshui Villa that he needed a large bucket. Wait until Old Manager Chu sent a trustworthy maid from the Villa to bring the bucket and fill it with hot water. After drinking water, Chen Pingan closed the door and soaked in it.

The medicinal materials Wei Bo purchased from Niujiaoshan Baofengzhai were only enough to be used three times, and Yanzhi County used them once. After this time, there was only one last chance left.

Today, Jianshui Villa is still welcoming people from all walks of life who come to the door one after another. Tomorrow is the auspicious day to elect the leader of the martial arts alliance.

It's even better this way. Green forest heroes and river and lake heroes are busy going from house to house, either to learn martial arts with each other, or to ask seniors for advice on difficult problems, or to become familiar faces in front of the great master. They come and go in groups, which is very lively.

In the night, Chen Ping'an had dinner with Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng, and then went to the waterfall alone.

This time, in addition to using the boxing skills taught by the old man surnamed Cui, Chen Pingan hit the waterfall because in a pool about two feet away from the water, not in the middle of the waterfall, there was a towering stone pier, the size of a chessboard, which had been built for thousands of years. Even under the impact of the water flow, nothing was cut off. Chen Pingan suddenly had a sudden idea. He stood on the stone and stood still with the sword furnace stake, allowing the waterfall to hit his head. Chen Pingan was hit hard. I had to change from a standing position to a sitting position, and finally I couldn't sit still and fell into the water.

After a few times, Chen Ping'an was able to hold up half a stick of incense with his sword stove on a stake, and then held up half a stick of incense while sitting with his head held high, and finally lowered his head and stretched out beyond the waterfall, allowing his back to bear more of the impact, which roughly increased the impact. It takes just enough time to burn incense together. Compared with punching the waterfall, Chen Ping'an was surprised to find that this kind of "moving as still as a mountain" water-grinding kung fu was more beneficial. In a vague way, the acupoints and qi palaces in the body felt like strong winds blowing, and the doors of each palace were loosened. Stopping the movement of the sword energy, it becomes more and more violent, as fast as thunder.

After discovering this unexpected surprise, Chen Pingan took a sip of the wine. As a result, his stomach burned so badly that Chen Pingan had no choice but to jump around in the waterside pavilion, grinning.

He went to set up stakes under the waterfall several times. In the middle of the night, the moonlight was still there, and the singing and dancing in Jianshui Villa became louder and louder. The young man walked back to the yard in high spirits. There was a bucket in the house, and two people who had been waiting outside the yard all day, ready to call. Chen Ping'an, a maid with a sword in the villa, used up the last of the Baofengzhai medicinal materials.

This time, Chen Ping'an had an unprecedented period of laziness and slept until three o'clock in the morning.

After a full meal, he left the yard in high spirits, smiled and nodded in greeting with the two villa sword attendants, walked slowly, passed the landscape pavilion, and came to the waterfall that has been facing each other for hundreds of years. Waterside Pavilion, I heard that Jianshui Villa was only built sixty or seventy years ago, but this unknown waterside pavilion has existed for a long time. However, over time, people got used to classifying waterside pavilion into Jianshui Villa.

When Chen Pingan walked away.

Two bored young swordsmen gathered together and whispered.

A girl with an oval face said that the foreign boy was really a weirdo. The other person smiled and said that he is not a weirdo, how can he make our old village owner look favorably on him?

The oval-faced girl teased her friend, "Although this young master is not as good looking as the young master, he is also handsome and handsome. Do you like it?"

In addition, the young swordsman said that she had seen the young master's peerless style, but she could not look down on other men.

The two girls started laughing and playing around when no one was around. For them, practicing swordsmanship at Jianshui Villa was a great blessing. In the future, they might marry outside the country under the arrangement of the bodhisattva-hearted lady. For a handsome man with a bright future, Jianshui Villa will always be their natal family, and they will not have to worry about the ups and downs of the world for the rest of their lives.

When Chen Pingan approached the waterside pavilion today, he found Senior Song sitting on the bench early.

Song Yushao quickly walked up the steps and sat opposite each other. Song Yushao, who had been looking sideways at the waterfall, withdrew his gaze, looked at Chen Ping'an, nodded in appreciation and said: "It's starting to show some signs, it's breathtaking."

Chen Pingan grinned.

Song Yushao asked: "Does the wine I brewed by Zhuangzi taste better?"

Chen Ping'an scratched his head and said: "It feels much better to drink, but I will have a headache when I buy wine in the future."

Song Yushao couldn't help but laugh, "Why, you are always short of money?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while and said honestly: "There is no shortage of money now, but drinking seems to be of no use to practicing boxing. I feel that spending this money is a waste of money. I just drink and get used to it. If If there is no wine in the jug around you, it will definitely be empty.”

Song Yushao joked: "You are not a married woman. If the old men have money to drink, it is natural to drink the best wine. How can you talk about running a household?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head vigorously and said: "You should spend money sparingly. Now drinking has become a habit and there is no way to change it. But if I develop the habit of lavishness again, I will regret it."

Song Yushao pointed his finger at the young man, "I will never be a rich man who enjoys happiness in my life."

Chen Ping'an smiled brightly and said: "It's already good to have food and wine with every meal."

Song Yushao was infected by the young man's emotions and smiled a little, "Then who will cook for you and buy you wine?"

Chen Pingan blurted out: "With a wife, I still cook and buy the wine!"

Song Yushao sighed and glared: "Guapi! Don't you seem to be a bastard? After marrying a daughter-in-law, do you just worship her as a Bodhisattva? Don't you know that old ladies and little ladies don't get married for three days? The owner of Wa?"

Chen Pingan was a little timid for the first time, so he took off the wine gourd and took a sip.

The girl he likes says she can beat a hundred Chen Ping'an with one hand.

If he dares to have such thoughts, he must be beaten to death?

Besides, now that I can't even say that I like someone, God knows what my future wife's surname will be.

Of course, it would be best if the surname is Ning.

Chen Pingan was so silly and happy.

Song Yushao looked at the young man wandering thousands of miles away and said helplessly: "It turns out he is really a coward."

Song Yushao was too lazy to instill in the young man the idea that a hero should be able to conquer his wife. He calmed down his expression and said solemnly: "From three to four, in addition to the impurities in the warrior's body that need to be tempered and eliminated bit by bit, we must It’s time to pay attention to the state of mind. The boxing technique must be clear and unobstructed, understand the essence of the word “penetration”, be firm and invincible, and develop the aura that one man can stand against ten thousand men! The swordsman must achieve a clear heart of the sword, forget both things and myself, and only There is a sword that is worthy of heaven and earth and can kill ghosts and gods! Chen Ping'an, have you really firmed up your mind?"

At the end of the sentence, Song Yushao looked sharp and spoke in a loud voice, almost glaring at Chen Pingan angrily.

Chen Pingan's heart and soul remained unmoved, and he nodded and said: "I will never change one thing I have determined."

Song Yushao stood up, his body full of majestic momentum, like a waterfall of sword energy pressing against the young man in front of him, "What a loud tone, spoken so lightly! I don't think you, Chen Ping'an, have ever been truly transparent at all!"

Chen Ping'an stood up immediately, his eyes bright, "Senior Song, in fact, the state of mind you mentioned is unobstructed and transparent. I actually don't quite understand the true meaning of these words, but I just feel..."

When Chen Ping'an said this, he turned his head and pointed at the waterfall that looked like a sword hanging from an immortal's sleeve, "I will definitely punch through the entire waterfall with one punch and leave a fist mark on the stone wall. I even think that one day, I will One punch will make the waterfall flow backwards, the water will explode, and it will no longer be able to hold down my head even a little bit!"

Song Yushao suddenly shouted angrily: "In this case, if you don't punch now, when will you wait?!"

Almost out of pure instinct, Chen Pingan turned sideways, faced the waterfall outside the water pavilion, took a few steps back, stood at the top of the steps, and put on an ancient boxing stance that the old man named Cui had never mentioned. The starting position is completed in one go.

Even though Song Yu, the swordsman of Shushui Kingdom, was at the waterside pavilion, Song Yushao was already gone from Chen Ping'an's eyes, and even the entire waterside pavilion was gone. Between heaven and earth, only the opponent whose fist was aimed at dropped from the sky to the world. Fall!

During Chen Pingan's trip south, he walked slowly every six steps, even slower.

But this time, Chen Pingan walked as fast as possible, the fastest!

The pace was so big that the last step of the six-step walking pile directly smashed the waterside pavilion railing, and stepped on the platform. From the end of the waterside pavilion steps to the edge of the platform outside the railing, six footprints were directly stepped on by the boy. , and then rushed away, the fist was as strong as a green dragon wrapped around a sleeve.

Breaking the waterfall with one punch, Chen Pingan rushed into the water curtain and hit the stone wall with his fist.

The stone wall exploded immediately, countless gravel rebounded, and countless waterfall splashes were exploded.

That's not all. Chen Pingan swapped left and right, punching one after another, hitting the stone wall quickly and violently.

This is the real spectacle of gods and men beating drums.

There were countless flying rocks and turbulent waterfalls.

From the water pavilion to the height of the waterfall, due to the dispersion of water vapor, a brilliant rainbow finally appeared.

Song Yushao stood in the waterside pavilion with his hands behind his back. The strong wind blew towards his face, blowing his temples and his sleeves making a sound. The old man raised his head towards the human-made rainbow and laughed heartily: " nice!"