Sword of Coming

When Chen Pingan woke up on the roof, he found that he was covered with clothes and the sword gourd was beside him. If in the past, Chen Pingan was drunk and fell into a coma all night, he would definitely jump off the roof immediately to check what he had left last night. There was a locust wood sword box on the table in the house, but today, Chen Pingan just slowly put away the clothes and folded them carefully, not in a hurry, because he believed that the wooden box was there.

Chen Pingan believed in the old boatman.

Chen Pingan put the sword gourd on his waist, sat cross-legged, turned his head and looked to the east, where the morning glow was brilliant.

Compared with Chen Pingan's previous state of mind when he left Jiaolonggou to chase Osmanthus Island, it was a world of difference. One was distracted and erratic, while the other had a horse in his mind.

Chen Ping'an stood up, covered his eyes with his hands, and admired the scene of the morning glow. He once saw in a landscape travel journal that the morning glow spread its colors and shamed the clothes hanger. I really don't know how a scholar could come up with such a beautiful image.

Chen Ping'an suddenly turned his head and looked outside Guimai Small Courtyard. There was a young girl dressed as an osmanthus lady. She was standing under a sparse osmanthus tree with green shade. She was bored. She looked up at an osmanthus leaf and pointed with her fingers. , probably guessing the odd and even numbers of the leaves, Chen Pingan followed her line of sight, took a closer look, grinned, and said loudly: "Girl, there are thirty-two leaves!"

The girl turned her head blankly and saw the little swordsman queen with a sling on the roof. Her cheeks turned red. It seemed that the morning glow in the sky would also favor some beauties.

Miss Guihua, who was found to be lazy, suppressed her shyness and asked, "Master, do you want to have breakfast now?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Okay, please help me, girl, to get more, I'm hungry."

Miss Osmanthus Blossom blinked her eyes, and the figure fell down into the small courtyard and suddenly disappeared. The girl's mood suddenly improved.

In the past few days, although the little sword fairy was also polite, she was still very scared. She always felt that she had done something wrong. Even if he would definitely not go to Aunt Gui to complain, he would definitely be punished. He saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. So she was a little afraid of him. He had told her not to see anyone at first, so she honestly blocked many guests who came to visit, and she refused a lot of the gods on the mountain. She received countless looks and insults.

Chen Pingan had breakfast and began to practice boxing in the courtyard. He practiced Shanshanquan in the morning, and practiced sword fighting alone in the afternoon. He still held the sword in an imaginary way. The main attack was the avalanche style, because Chen Pingan felt that this sword move was good. It was very refreshing. After entering the fourth realm, my mental energy began to be restrained. During the six-step walking, it looked light and fluttery, like a flying dragon stepping on snow and mud, but with every subtle and rapid pause, the fist energy poured out, especially rapidly.

Turning to sword training, Chen Pingan found that both sides had completely different luck paths, but the "meaning" was the same. This made Chen Pingan feel more at ease, because he discovered that practicing boxing diligently is cultivation, and he can practice many practices. When Li Xisheng was drawing talisman in front of Luoluo Mountain Bamboo House, he said that drawing talisman was practicing cultivation. A Liang punched someone into the world. He also said on Kunzhou that practicing boxing to the extreme is practicing swordsmanship.

Then the fourth level of martial arts continues like this. Before, Chen Pingan would still feel confused and confused, but now he is much more determined.

In the evening, Chen Pingan practiced sword furnace stake setting.

During the late-night snack, Mrs. Gui did not ask the sweet-scented osmanthus girl to come forward, and the woman personally brought the food box.

This Aunt Gui seemed to be worried and didn't know how to speak. Chen Ping'an had already taken the lead and said: "Aunt Gui, this time I helped Mr. Fan save Osmanthus Island. Can you help me Feijian send a message to him and say that I like it very much?" Will this Guimai Courtyard belong to me from now on? Aunt Gui, I don’t think Mr. Fan is too stingy, but the elders of the Fan family will probably not agree. Can you tell me when the time comes?"

Aunt Gui was full of suspicion and looked at the young man carefully. Her expression didn't look like he was being hypocritical. She had mixed feelings for a moment and said with a smile: "Over at Fan's Ancestral Hall, if you dare not agree, then Aunt Gui will drag Mr. Fan to complain, a shrew." Swearing and rolling around on the ground will definitely work."

Aunt Gui sat next to Chen Pingan, watching him wolfing down the food. She seemed to be amused by herself. She covered her mouth and smiled, "Guihua Island has a separate small courtyard. This is a rare thing that has never happened before. Aunt Gui will go and draft it herself." A land deed, according to the rules of the yamen, is made in duplicate. We will sign it first, cut it first and then play it. When the time comes, let Mr. Fan throw it into the ancestral hall and run away, regardless of whether those old men want it or not."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Aunt Gui, there is no need for the land deed. You and I don't need this."

Aunt Gui stared into the boy's eyes, "Really don't need it?"

Chen Pingan looked at her, nodded and said, "Really."

The woman sighed slightly, and suddenly she hugged the boy and held her in her arms. Mrs. Gui, who was plain but graceful, smiled softly and said: "Although he is about the same age as Mr. Fan, that time he picked bamboos and went boating, It’s heroic spirit, and it’s like this today... Sigh, the hearts of all women in the world are really going to break.”

Chen Pingan was still holding chopsticks, and his body was tilted, a bit like the old willow tree with a crooked neck by the Tiefu River. He didn't think much about it, he just felt that Mrs. Gui had said good things about him, but the good thing was that Chen Pingan really didn't I understand, especially if a woman is soft-hearted, what’s the point? Isn’t this the metaphor of a scholar again? Moreover, Aunt Gui's way of expressing the kindness of friends and the kindness of elders is indeed a bit inappropriate. Fortunately, there is a big age difference between the two of them. I believe that even if outsiders see it, they won't think too much...

The woman had let go of Chen Ping'an and smiled slightly. Seeing the boy's cute expression with blank eyes and no blush on his face, Aunt Gui squinted her eyes. For the first time, the normally dignified woman revealed a charming and charming look, and joked. : "Oh, it turns out he is still a child just like Mr. Fan."

From beginning to end, Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed, so he had to lower his head to eat and occasionally drink.

Aunt Gui smiled and stood up to leave.

As a result, I saw an old man carrying wine with a playful smile at the door. He was full of alcohol, swaying the wine bottle, striding into the yard, shouting about how wine is for Huanbo, to relieve worries and bring joy, toads and rabbits are moving, and osmanthus trees are shaking. shade.

Mrs. Gui smiled helplessly, didn't take it seriously, and left slowly, the shadow of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree accompanying her all the way.

The old man Zhouzi suddenly lost all his drunkenness and said seriously: "Chen Ping'an, my master suddenly came to Osmanthus Island. He called you by name and asked you by name. He said he wanted to send you a message. Have you seen him? I can only confirm that master The old man is not a bad person, and he has always been compassionate, but I am also not sure whether such a good person will do something bad. The reason why he does not want to climb the mountain to come to this small courtyard..."

The old man suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "Logically speaking, as a disciple, I should be kept taboo by His Majesty, but for this matter, forget it, I'd better tell you. Master, he was once the number one ferry operator on Guihua Island. He was a boatman, playing dragon pole, origami, origami, carriages, horses, and tall buildings. These were all the rules he taught me. But after that, the master quickly disappeared. He only appeared once five hundred years ago, and he took me in. For such a registered disciple, it can be seen that... the master misses Mrs. Gui a little bit, but it is a pity that he has angered Mrs. Gui somehow and does not allow the master to set foot on Osmanthus Island in this life. "

Lao Zhouzi suddenly said: "I guess the master is the punter recorded in Taoist classics. He went to sea for hundreds of years at a time, punting for... the person you mentioned. So this time he comes to find you. , I am only helping to spread the news, Chen Ping’an, you should think carefully whether you want to go or not.”

Chen Pingan thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Go. That Lu..."

Lao Zhouzi winked quickly, stopped Chen Ping'an from talking, and lowered his voice: "If you are called by someone's name, a sage with great dharma can feel it. Think about it, why are ordinary people in the market often warned? , you are not allowed to call the names of the deceased elders? Is it just out of etiquette? It's not that simple."

Chen Ping'an hummed and went down the mountain with Lao Zhouzi.

The old man joked: "Aren't you afraid that I have evil intentions?"

Chen Ping'an pretended to be mysterious and said softly: "I can feel it whether others harm me or not. Senior, does this mean that I have the potential to be a saint?"

The old man couldn't help but laugh. Saints and Qi practitioners of the upper five realms are actually two kinds of people. If you want to become a saint, especially a saint from the three religions of hundreds of schools of thought, even a saint with a cultivation level of ten realms, I am afraid that compared to other Qi practitioners. It is even more difficult to reach the Yupu realm.

After going down the mountain and approaching the familiar ferry, Chen Ping'an and Lao Zhouzi were a little surprised, but they felt it was reasonable.

Mrs. Gui stood at the ferry, her sleeves fluttering, aloof from the world, as if she was preventing a middle-aged man from stopping the boat and landing.

Mrs. Gui was the owner of the small world of Osmanthus Island. She naturally knew that the two were approaching and did not want to tangle with this person anymore. She spoke sternly and said angrily to the dull-looking middle-aged boatman: "Go quickly. If you want to chat, go to the sea." Chat, you never want to set foot on Osmanthus Island! Otherwise, I will fight you desperately."

The middle-aged man with a rough appearance was the boatman who supported Jianxiu's boat for a long trip before. He should also be the preaching teacher of the old Zhouzi beside Chen Pingan.

The middle-aged man had an unbeatable and boring temperament, but Mrs. Gui at the ferry was his Achilles heel. Seeing a woman so unkind and even so cruel for the first time made the honest man feel like the world was shattering. Life was so boring, so I became anxious, threw away my pennies, stamped my feet repeatedly, and wailed: "Well, well! Isn't it just after being rejected by you that time that I was so emotionally hurt and drunk? , drunken and cowardly, secretly ran to hug the laurel tree a few times, it was uncontrollable and excusable... You still don’t know who I am, even my husband said I am honest and honest."

Mrs. Gui was so angry that she sneered: "Yo yo yo, it's all linked together, first with emotion, then with reason, and finally with support, it's awesome, who taught you this set of words?"

The man's courage, which he finally mustered up, was all gone, and he said solemnly: "Xiao Qi from Shen Gaozong..."

Mrs. Gui stretched out her hand and yelled angrily: "You are a big man, do you still have any sense of responsibility and loyalty? Qi Zhen helps you with suggestions, and you betray them like this? You don't even hesitate?! Get out!"

As if he had been punished by God, the middle-aged man sat down on the boat, shaking his hands and feet, and shouted: "How can I survive! What a fun life!"

Lao Zhouzi stopped, unwilling to take another step forward. He covered his face with his hands and refused to look at the sight of his master. It was a great shame for a disciple to have such a crazy teacher.

Old Zhouzi suddenly turned around, "I'm gone, if you look at it again, my broken Taoist heart, even if I was lucky enough not to be beaten to pieces by the old dragon, I will return it to the master."

The man shouted to Lao Zhouzi: "Little Bucket, when you see the master, you don't say hello?"

Lao Zhouzi, who was called his childhood nickname, stopped and sighed, but turned around and resolutely refused to look at the master. He bowed and saluted with lightning speed, and said, "Master, long live me. Farewell, my disciple." Hurry up and go hiking.

Chen Pingan walked all the way and walked to Mrs. Gui. They both nodded and smiled. Chen Pingan squatted on the ferry bank and looked at the man who looked at him and then at Mrs. Gui. Chen Pingan was a little creepy, thinking that this man's eyes were a bit... Something is wrong, why is it that the women from Mud Bottle Lane and Xinghua Lane are looking at their man and Gu Can's mother? Chen Ping'an suddenly realized that he seemed to be a very honest person, but why was he so petty? No wonder Mrs. Gui doesn't like it.

Chen Ping'an asked: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

The middle-aged man roughly repeated what he had said to the sword cultivator before.

Before speaking frankly, the man lightly stamped his feet, and the pennie bounced up. He held it in his hand and knocked the ship's plank hard. In an instant, the man used his astonishing magical power to temporarily create two small worlds. The smaller one was for him and Chen Ping'an, within a short distance, and the larger one covered the entire Osmanthus Island in one breath. In this way, even some Taoist priests from Daixuan Mountain and the saints from Nanbosu Island would not be able to investigate this place.

After all, he is the registered disciple of Headmaster Lu Chen.

He is unwilling to take swordsman's left and right swords, or he is like a rogue man in front of Madam Gui. In a vast world, he is only called Zhouzi in the rare books, but it does not mean that this person is not strong and his Taoism is not high. .

Mrs. Gui knew this person's background, so it was not surprising that in the small world next to her, the two figures were blurred, and the voices of both parties did not reveal anything.

After hearing this, Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Okay."

The middle-aged man said slowly: "You don't want to become my husband's disciple? If you agree, I will thank you and owe you a huge favor."

Chen Pingan looked at this man and simply sat on the edge of the ferry, took off his sword gourd, and just drank without talking.

The man held a bamboo pole on the ground with one hand, looked up to the sky, and said softly: "Sir, he has never regarded me as his disciple, just a servant who helped him punt the boat in the early years. Although several of his direct disciples have come to travel here. Whenever he was young, he would take the initiative to look for me and would even call me senior brother. However, I knew very well that my husband always disliked me for being dull, with poor qualifications, and could not let go of even a word of love, so I searched for countless people on the sea. In the year of 2016, I wanted to follow my husband’s footsteps, go to the Qingming World, and formally learn from my husband, but my husband didn’t want to see me. But if you are willing to agree to my husband today, he will meet me as long as he is in a good mood. I am sure."

Chen Pingan smiled lazily and said: "Then do you know that the disciple your husband wants to accept is me now, not me after becoming his disciple."

The man reached out and patted his head, but he still couldn't figure it out, and said angrily: "I'm confused for you. Why, you disciples and disciples of Mr., why do you speak in such weird and weird ways? Even if you are from Bei Xie Shi from Ju Luzhou was also very polite in his speech, and all his curse words were hidden in compliments. It took me more than a hundred years to come back to my senses and realize that he was actually scolding me for not being enlightened, which was why I was dismissed. Madam doesn’t like it.”

The man then sighed, "It's my fault, I'm too stupid. No wonder others are too smart."

Chen Pingan stopped drinking and smiled, "Why don't you blame this world?"

The man stood on the boat, and the young man sat on the edge of the ferry.

The two were just eye level.

The man grinned.

Chen Ping'an has changed the subject, "Your disciple is so seriously injured, you don't care? It seems that he has been to the Nascent Soul realm before, and then fell back to the Golden Core..."

The man said angrily: "I am his master, not his father. I am 500 years old, and you still want me to urinate all the time?"

Chen Pingan put down the sword-raising gourd, stretched out a finger with his left hand to hover in the air, then pulled his right hand to the right, and then stopped. Between the two fingers, there was like an invisible ruler, "What I said is true. At this end, the truth you said seems to make sense at this end, but your truth cannot actually refute my truth. Do you know why? Because your truth should not go so far all at once. "

Chen Ping'an's right hand slowly moved to the left, clicked in the middle, and then clicked again on the left and right, and said with a smile: "Your truth, if you just come near here and stand here, it may be considered the real truth, and you can control it." There is a slight deviation... But when the truth stands in the right position, how to measure the weight and size of the truth? Do you know the magician? It is not the magic of yin and yang, but the magic of calculation, plus Legalists, with these two smaller rulers, it will be useful..."

The man said calmly: "Don't try to destroy my path!"

Holding the pennie in hand, he knocked the ship's plank hard again.

Chen Pingan smiled brightly.

Because I was right again.

Chen Pingan stood up with a smile, no longer trying to be mysterious and making things out of nothing. In his dream last night, he had a dream and read a book all night, which was mysterious and mysterious.

It seems that he also realized that he was being teased. The man was a little annoyed and scratched his head, but he did not vent his anger on Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan blinked, "Mrs. Gui is watching. If you treat your disciple like this, what do you think she will think of you? Is this true?"

The man seemed to suddenly understand. His eyes lit up. He hesitated and took out a stack of gold books connected together with simple straw ropes. "I picked them up from the bottom of the sea with great difficulty and handed them to the small bucket. Remember," he said. It must be handed over to him in front of Mrs. Gui, can you do it?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Of course! I can just say a few nice words for you."

The man smiled and said: "Then you just plotted against me, I won't record it in the account book."

Chen Pingan took the gold book without looking at it, carefully put it into his sleeve, and glanced at the woman who seemed to be just a few feet away, but was actually not in a small world at all. She was looking at the moonlit night on the sea, her expression blurred, Chen Pingan looked back, Somewhat curious, he asked in a low voice: "You are so senior and have lived for so many years. Why do you fall in love with Mrs. Gui alone? And you clearly know that the obstacle to your path is the word love, but you still enjoy it?"

The man was stabbed in the heart and said angrily: "It's none of your business!"

Chen Ping'an walked on the shore carrying a wine bottle and asked, "Can Mrs. Gui not hear us when we speak?"

The man nodded.

Chen Ping'an still lowered his voice and said: "Mrs. Gui's temperament is of course very good, but her appearance... shouldn't be too... outstanding, right? Tell me about the story between you two? Why did you like her in the first place? She Why do I dislike you, how do I like someone, how do they get together, what made Mrs. Gui angry, so I can take a lesson from you... Oh no, I wanted to give you some advice! You don’t know , I know many girls who know very well about the love between men and women!"

The man rolled his eyes and said: "If you like someone, if you can tell a lot of things about him, you still don't like him. Talking to a vulgar person like you is really boring. Little Bucket is willing to drink with you because he is blind."

Chen Pingan grinned.

The man suddenly stretched out his hand and beat his chest hard, and vowed: "Also, in my mind, Mrs. Gui is the most beautiful woman in the world. No one in the world can compare with her. Be careful what you say in the future. Don't dare to speak against her again." If you speak ill of me, I will beat you into a fool with a penny!"

The man spat at Chen Ping'an, "What kind of eyesight can't see the slightest bit of beauty or ugliness!"

The middle-aged boatman used his pennant to turn the bow of the boat and paddled away alone, thousands of feet away in an instant.

Chen Pingan patted his chest and called Aunt Gui happily, "Let's go, I asked the old man for a secret book from his master."

Chen Ping'an did not forget to say good things to the middle-aged man, and he said a few words, "He is a generous man. He is just a little too honest."

Mrs. Gui nodded and said with a smile: "Yes. It's just that her appearance is not that outstanding."

Chen Ping'an swallowed and turned stiffly to look at the man and the boat who had disappeared. That man was really unkind...

Mrs. Gui patted the boy's head gently, obviously not really angry, and said softly: "What are you looking at? Let's go."

The two walked side by side along the mountain road. Madam Gui asked casually: "In one month, we will reach the destination. Chen Ping'an, do you have any acquaintances in Daoxuan Mountain? If not, it will be a bit difficult to go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Trouble, our Fan family and Osmanthus Island's signboards don't work very well there. And there are some things in Hanging Mountain, even if you have money, you really can't let others push around. Because..."

At this point, Mrs. Gui paused for a moment and said helplessly: "That Taoist lad has made some weird rules. For thousands of years, no one has ever been able to cross the thunder pond."

Chen Ping'an didn't quite believe it, "Never? No one?"

Mrs. Gui sighed: "Many people have tried it in history. Afterwards, the corpses and souls were thrown into a small thunder pool on the upside down mountain by a certain Taoist Great Heavenly Lord. Among those people, almost everyone was a leading Taoist genius. The disciples of the powerful nobles from the nine continents, the immortal sects, the masters of hundreds of schools of thought... none of them met a good end, and no one could change the Taoist's decision."

It seems that when the golden statue appeared in Jiaolonggou, the Taoist's real body was far away in Daixuan Mountain, and he also used his magical power to isolate the world, so that Osmanthus Island could not see the slightest truth.

Chen Pingan was worried and roughly described the appearance of the Taoist. Mrs. Gui looked surprised, "How do you recognize this Great Heavenly Lord of Hanging Mountain?"

Chen Pingan grinned and smiled bitterly.

At this moment, a white rainbow pierced the night sky and passed over Guihua Island. He dropped a sentence, "Everyone on Guihua Island who climbs the upside-down mountain will be exempted from tolls. If anyone wants to go to Jianqi via the upside-down mountain." The Great Wall costs nothing."

Chen Pingan suddenly raised his arm, clenched his fists, and said with a hearty smile: "He won!"

One month later, passengers on Osmanthus Island could already see the majestic outline of the mountain hanging upside down in the sky from a distance.

Moreover, on the sea, at intervals not far away, there are various cross-continental ferries, which are spectacular in appearance.

As time goes by, the upside-down mountain looks more and more majestic.

After Mrs. Gui nodded in agreement, Chen Pingan secretly left the Guimai courtyard before dawn, and finally sat on the high branch of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree on the top of the mountain, dangling his feet and looking up.

It is said that Hanging Mountain is the bordering pass between two worlds.

He, Chen Ping'an, was a pure martial artist and not a far-reaching master who could control the wind. He could only walk step by step or take a ferry.

It is already so far from Dali in the northernmost part of Aquarius Continent to Old Dragon City in the southernmost part. If you walk from one world to another, it sounds very far away.

Chen Pingan was sitting on a high branch, smiling and punching at will, twisting his body left and right.

Under the tree, there was a young woman who came to the top of the mountain early in the morning. She sighed and murmured: "I still think this guy is stupid."