Sword of Coming

Chen Ping'an was actually a little surprised. It was rare to meet someone who could speak the elegant language of Dongbaopingzhou in Daoxuan Mountain. But after walking so far, he knew that monks don't tell their names and Tao doesn't tell their longevity. When he met a stranger, he boldly asked where he was. Ren Shi, it seems inappropriate.

Chen Pingan took the couple into Jingjian Pavilion and told the couple what Jin Su had told him. Moreover, Chen Pingan had a good memory since he was a child. There were houses full of imitation swords and sword fairy paintings, as long as he took them seriously. Remember, Chen Pingan was able to tell the couple their names, sword names and general resume immediately.

After taking the couple on a tour, Chen Ping'an also came up with the idea that since he had used the sword, he would stay in Daixuan Mountain for a while and collect all the sword fairies and immortal swords in the Jingjian Pavilion one by one. Write it down and take it back to Luoluo Mangosteen Tower later. You can take it out and look through it when you are bored, just like those small bamboo slips engraved with beautiful poems and principles of the world. When they are basking in the sun, even if you look at them from a distance, Chen Pingan You will feel extra comfortable and warm, as if the sun is not shining on the bamboo slips and words, but on your own heart.

When I was excerpting and copying, I could just practice calligraphy, but I didn’t know if the pen and ink paper from Hanging Mountain would be very expensive.

The young woman smiled and said, "You have a very good memory."

Chen Pingan put away his thoughts and grinned. This kind of ability is nothing in the mountains. I think this lady must be talking politely.

Chen Pingan really underestimated himself this time, because the couple with excellent eyesight had already determined that every time Chen Pingan looked at a certain replica of the fairy sword, he was already confident. This is a famous bottleneck for sword cultivators. It determines the ultimate height of sword cultivators, whether they are just a small sword cultivator whose true heart is restrained by flying swords, or a great swordsman who can control thousands of swords.

After walking through most of the room, Chen Pingan still took the trouble to follow the couple who were watching carefully. In fact, he told the general history of Jingjian Pavilion. The next step was just to choose to pay homage to the sword immortal or the famous sword based on interest, but the woman occasionally still They would chat with Chen Pingan for a few words, and Chen Pingan would continue to follow them.

From the beginning to the end, the man didn't say much, but suddenly said: "I'll wait for you in front."

The woman nodded, not taking it seriously, and continued chatting with Chen Pingan. Although Chen Ping'an had been to Jingjian Pavilion, he actually didn't know much about the Great Wall of Sword Qi except for the famous swordsmen on the wall. On the contrary, the woman who came here because of its reputation talked a lot about it. The legendary deeds of the Sword Immortal, such as the founder named Dong. The reason why his sword is called "Three Corpses" is not because he believes in Taoism, but because he once entered the hinterland of the demon clan alone, killing people along the way. After killing three great demons in the five realms, the Dong family rose to prominence in the Sword Qi Great Wall. Later, almost all the heads of the Dong family personally killed great demons in the Jade Pu realm and even the Immortal realm...

Now that they have talked about the Dong family, the woman will happily take Chen Ping'an to find the imitation sword called "Bamboo Fence". The owner of the sword is an ancestor of the Dong family. At that time, the Dong family was originally The incense has faded, the head of the family was seriously injured to death by a big demon, and the sword energy in the family was in a state of decline. Then there was a young Jindan realm swordsman from the Dong family who resolutely took an ancestral "one-foot-tall sword". ", embarked on the path of slaying demons that the ancestor had walked. When everyone was not optimistic about this person, two hundred years later, this sword cultivator returned to the Great Wall of Sword Qi with one sword and one person, carrying a sword on his back. A bamboo basket held the head of a thirteenth-level demon. Before he climbed onto the city wall, he carved the word "Dong" on the Great Wall of Sword Qi with a nearly broken sword ten feet high.

From then on, the man forged a new sword and named it Bamboo Fence.

The Dong family has been one of the most important surnames in Jianqi Great Wall ever since.

After chatting, the woman learned that the boy's surname was Chen, and she smiled and asked Chen Pingan if he had paid attention to the "Flying Mountain".

Chen Pingan smiled shyly, a little embarrassed, because the owner of this strangely named fairy sword was named Chen. So Chen Pingan paid special attention and remembered everything clearly. In fact, as long as it is a swordsman named Chen, Chen Pingan will remember to be very careful even when the swordsman wears a sword. If you haven't learned painting before and don't have a master of painting like the Guihua Island painter around you, you can ask for help. Chen Pingan hopes that in the next period of time, he can bring the appearance of these "Sword Immortals" back to Luolu Mountain.

Afterwards, the woman smiled and picked out a few old friends of Chen Ping'an's Sword Immortal family and told them heart-stirring stories.

When someone tells it in words, instead of cold words and concise records in a few sentences, the story will often be very exciting, like monuments along the long river of time, and willow trees, and future generations will stand under the tree and I can feel the shade of their trees. Outside the shade, there are violent storms and the rivers of that period are turbulent and ups and downs.

Chen Ping'an, who originally planned to never drink again, couldn't help but start drinking again.

It is a very sad thing not to be liked by the girl you like, but the sky has not fallen, so how can you live?

This is something Chen Pingan suddenly wanted to understand when he returned to Jingjian Pavilion.

But Chen Pingan would not think that his sad incident was an insignificant matter after knowing so many sword immortals.

This made him feel even more uncomfortable than when Chen Ping'an was beaten to a death worse than death in Luoluoshanzhulou.

Two kinds of discomfort, not the same. If the former gets through it, it gets over it.

But the latter's discomfort seems to be unbearable for a day, a month, a year, ten years, a hundred years, or even a lifetime.

The strangest thing is that Chen Pingan will feel even more uncomfortable when he thinks that one day he will fall in love with another girl.

The book said that drinking to drown one's sorrows makes them worse, so he was so scared that he didn't dare to drink anymore.

Unknowingly, from Chen Pingan's leading the way at the beginning to the woman's lengthy description and explanation at the end, it was natural that neither of them felt anything was wrong.

Then Chen Pingan saw the man. He was standing at the door of the last room, looking at himself and the woman with a smile.

The man didn't like to talk. When we were walking together, he only occasionally looked at Chen Pingan.

Walking into the last room and walking to the sword stand next to Zhuyu and Youhuang, the woman let out a surprised sound, "Why don't these two have portraits? I heard that the owner of the Zhuyu Sword is a very handsome man from the Great Wall of Jianqi." A man."

Chen Ping'an was a little ashamed and glanced carefully at the man beside him, not to overturn the jealousy.

Unexpectedly, the man immediately returned the favor, "The mistress of Youhuang is also a rare beauty in the world."

Chen Ping'an immediately defended the woman. What could the woman do if she made a few jokes? As a man, you should be more generous. How can you be so tit-for-tat?

The woman rolled her eyes at her man and smiled at Chen Ping'an: "Thank you for taking me to Jingjian Pavilion this time."

Chen Ping'an waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's okay. I like to visit here myself, and I will come back in the next few days."

The man narrowed his eyes and said: "I heard that there is a little fool in Jingjian Pavilion who likes to wipe his saliva on these two swords and the sword stand. Could it be you?"

Chen Pingan didn't want to cause trouble, so he pretended to be confused and waved his hands vigorously, "No, no, how could I be so stupid?"

The woman secretly stepped on the man's instep, and then said to Chen Pingan: "We are leaving. Do you want to leave here together?"

The man suddenly asked: "I see you are also a drinker. Do you want to drink? I know a good place to drink. It's cheap and good. It's not that you don't greet me if you're an acquaintance."

Chen Pingan shook his head.

The man said angrily: "I'll treat you to a drink. Why are you afraid of bad guys in Daoxuan Mountain? Besides, do you think we, the couple, are the ones who covet your broken sword and your broken sword gourd?"

Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed.

This man is too straightforward in his words.

The man was kicked by the woman again, and the latter complained: "Who said you hate people who persuade people to drink the most?"

The man didn't dare to compete with his wife, so he glared at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan smiled at the woman.

The man became increasingly angry, but he was already being dragged towards the door of the house by the woman.

The three of them walked out of Jingjian Pavilion and walked down the steps.

The man held it in for a long time and asked, "You really don't want to drink? All the drunkards and masters in the world want to drink the Wangyou wine from Hanging Mountain. It is said to be a unique brewing method left by the Confucian sages who passed through this village." If there is no such store, please think about it before you answer me."

Chen Ping'an lowered his head and glanced at the sword-raising gourd. There wasn't much sweet-scented osmanthus brew left in it.

The man clicked his tongue and said, "Boy, with your mother-in-law's temper, it's probably hard to find a wife."

This knife really stabbed Chen Ping'an in the heart. He thought to himself that I was so disrespectful to my mother-in-law. Now I am like a lonely ghost, wandering around Daixuan Mountain in the middle of the night. Otherwise, I might still be walking with Miss Ning to reward her. What a scene!

Chen Pingan snorted coldly: "Don't drink! If you don't have a wife, you won't have a wife!"

This was a rare moment when Chen Pingan lost his temper.

Looking away, facing the lady, Chen Ping'an looked too good. He cupped his hands and said, "Madam, see you later."

The young woman smiled and said: "You should try the Wangyou wine from Xuanxuan Mountain. Even for ordinary Qi practitioners in the Jade Pu Realm, it is hard to get a cup. We have some incestuous relationship with the shopkeeper over there, so we can When you walk into a wine shop, if you really like drinking, don’t miss it. Well, even if you don’t like drinking, it’s best not to miss it.”

Chen Pingan hesitated.

The man began to complain, "Look, look, naughty, do you like it? I don't really like it anyway."

Chen Pingan had a dark face, thinking about what I want you to do.

In fact, Chen Ping'an was like a drunken man tonight, and his temper was really not good. After all, the Clay Bodhisattva also had anger.

The woman ignored the little man, patted the young man on the shoulder, and joked: "Let's go drink together. I think you have something on your mind. When the time comes to drink, don't care what this guy is talking about, just drink your own wine." , the sky is big and the earth is big, the wine glass is the biggest, the mountains are high and the water is far away, the wine is the deepest.”

Chen Pingan scratched his head and followed the woman.

The man followed the two of them, looked back at Jingjian Pavilion, and twitched his lips.

A Taoist nun from Xuanxuan Mountain who was responsible for guarding the Jingjian Pavilion was thrown out of the Jingjian Pavilion. She came to the square at the foot of Gufeng Mountain and burst into tears facing the little Taoist boy who was flipping through the book. The master accused the man of his crimes. The little Taoist boy listened absently to the Taoist's angry words and asked, "You still don't know who he is, do you?"

The Taoist nun at the Golden Core Realm shook her head blankly.

The little Taoist boy nodded, "That means those who don't know are not guilty. You can go."

The Taoist nun became more and more confused.

The man holding a sword on the horse-tackling post in the back gloated: "It is the laziness of a teacher who is not strict in teaching."

The little Taoist boy said angrily: "Fart, this is a Confucian bastard's statement. I will never respect this in my lineage! When is it not your own business to cultivate Taoism?!"

The Taoist nun was so frightened that she trembled and stayed where she was, her eyebrows lowered and she didn't dare to move at all.

Instead of just giving up, the man holding the sword added fuel to the fire and said with a smile: "No wonder the portrait of your Taoist ancestor hangs so high in the Shangxiang Tower. It is thousands of miles away from your three masters. "

The little Taoist boy jumped up and said, "Are you looking for a beating?"

The man holding the sword laughed and said: "Fortunately you didn't say 'you are looking for death', otherwise I would have criticized you for talking nonsense. I don't have any other advantages. As A Liang said, I am just a straight person, so I flatter others and expose others." Just two things, A Liang said that I am ranked high in the Sword Qi Great Wall."

Xiaodao was so angry that he gritted his teeth, clasped his hands behind his back, spinning around on the big futon, muttering to himself: "Do you think you are A Liang here? You are a native refugee over there... If it hadn't been for Master's warning, you would have asked me Be kind to others. I have to beat you beyond recognition today. I don’t care whether you have been suppressed by heaven and earth here and have fallen to half of your realm. You can’t win with force. I’ll beat you until you dare not see anyone for a year. That’s how happy you are. , I’ll beat you just like the senior brother on Lone Peak back then...I’ve been unhappy with you for several years..."

The Taoist nun who originally expected her master to support her felt regretful when she saw the master getting angry for the first time. She shouldn't have experienced this.

Especially after the master accidentally revealed some secrets, the Taoist nun felt that her life in Xuanxuan Mountain would be very difficult.

The Uncle Tianjun who is in charge of the solitary peak in the center may be too lazy to pay attention to him, but his eldest disciple, True Lord Jiaolong, who is holding a dust fly in his hand and is now the third in command of Xuanxuan Mountain, is famous for his respect for his teachers. She will definitely let her wear her little shoes until the end of time, she will definitely...

The Taoist nun wanted to cry but had no tears.

Why do you have to deal with such a master who never protects you?

On the street outside Jingjiang Pavilion, Chen Ping'an somehow finished shopping with his wife at Jingjiang Pavilion, and then followed the two of them to some wine shop to drink some Wangyou wine.

Occasionally, they were in a trance, or were questioned by the lady. It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that it took less than a stick of incense. The three of them came to a wine shop that had not yet closed, but the business was deserted, and there was not a single customer in the shop. , there was only a young shop assistant taking a nap on the wine table, and an old man teasing a caged bird behind the counter.

The old shopkeeper glanced at the couple and said, "There are few visitors, so this wine must be brought out."

Then he glanced at the young man carrying the sword behind them, frowned, but sighed and said nothing, as if out of affection, he turned a blind eye.

Then the old man yelled at the lazy guy, "Xu Jia! Sleep, sleep, sleep, why don't you die if you don't sleep! There are guests, go and bring a jar of wine!"

The young man named Xu Jia suddenly woke up, wiped his saliva, stood up feebly, stooped and moved a jar of wine, placed it on the table where the three people were sitting, yawned and said: "Three guests, please take your time. Drink, as per the old rules, there is no food in this restaurant.”

The woman nodded in greeting, then smiled at Chen Ping'an who was sitting opposite: "There was a very powerful monk who traveled here once, drank the Wangyou wine, and was full of praise, claiming, 'The only one who can break the Buddha in my heart is There’s this wine’.”

The old man in charge of the shop said with a smile: "That's not true. The old monk is really powerful. I'm afraid even if A Liang slashes with his sword several times, he still won't be able to break through that bald donkey's abbot's world."

After all, I still want to say that our wines are the best in the world.

But Chen Pingan was still very happy when he heard others mention A Liang in Daixuan Mountain.

So this time, I really wanted to drink some wine.

As a result, the old man slapped the counter and said angrily: "You fucking get angry whenever you mention Ah Liang! He owes me more than twenty jars of wine money, and he is the only one in the world! Chen Chun'an from Posu Island back then, and not long ago The female Martial Goddess, and those old people from various schools earlier, who dare to owe me money for drinks?"

"Let's talk about the scholar in the Middle-earth Divine Continent. When he was at his lowest, before he got rich, he was just a small qi practitioner in the sea-viewing realm. He wrote hundreds of poems about wine fights. What a wine fight, it's the wine here! But he came After going back and forth three times, I owe you less than four or five jars of wine in total. Ah Liang has done something wrong and I am in trouble!"

The woman blinked at Chen Ping'an, as if to say that the old man had this temper, just let him go and don't pay attention to him.

The young store clerk said gloomily: "Old man, can you please forget about A Liang? Miss has not returned to Daoxuan Mountain because of him. I miss Miss so much."

The old man suddenly became much quieter and muttered: "That kind of heartless girl can just stay outside and cause harm to others."

Opening the wine jar, there were three large white bowls. After the man poured a bowl of wine into each bowl, as the lady said, he hated people who persuaded people to drink the most in his life. He said straightforwardly: "After that, you can drink if you want. If you don't want to, you will drink."

Chen Pingan carefully took a sip. There was no big taste. It was just a little stronger than the sweet-scented osmanthus brew, but it was not to the point of cutting the liver and intestines with a knife. Chen Pingan took two more sips, but his throat and stomach were still numb. Any movement made me feel completely relieved. It is estimated that this Wangyou wine has other secrets and is not about taste.

A jar of wine has reached the bottom after each person has consumed two large bowls.

The woman turned to look at the old shopkeeper with a smile, and asked for an extra jar. The old man looked at the woman with a sweet smile, sighed, went to get an extra jar, and gently placed the two jars of wine on the table, "Three jars of wine." The jar of wine is considered as my invitation to you and will not be charged to the account."

Chen Ping'an's face was red from drinking, but his mind was clear and clear. He didn't seem drunk, let alone drunk, but he could clearly feel his tipsy state.

After drinking, I just wanted to say something more.

Just like those wine burps, it actually doesn't matter if you hold them in, but in the end it's easy to spit them out.

At first, the man was immersed in drinking, or he was looking out of the shop, wandering thousands of miles away.

The woman seemed to like chatting with Chen Pingan, and they chatted from Chen Pingan's hometown to two long trips.

Since Chen Pingan was not drunk, he only picked people and things that he could talk about.

Later, I somehow ended up chatting about that girl.

Chen Ping'an, who had made up his mind to overturn the bowl and call a truce after drinking four large bowls of wine, silently poured himself a bowl of wine. He still didn't say anything about sending the sword. He just said that he had something to do and had to leave his hometown and come to Daixuan Mountain. It was just right. There was a girl I knew. Her home was on the other side of the Jianqi Great Wall, and they met. It was that simple.

The woman smiled and said, "Then you walked a long way?"

Chen Pingan held the bowl, thought for a while, shook his head and said, "It's not far. I think every step I take will make me closer, so I won't feel far away."

The man sneered: "How long have you known and been with that girl? How long have you kept saying you like her? Isn't it too frivolous?"

Chen Ping'an didn't know how to refute, so he just said gloomily: "I can't control who I like. If you think it's frivolous, that's what you think, and I don't care about you either."

The man snorted coldly, probably also hurt by Chen Ping'an's words. The key is that the young man said it very sincerely.

There are rumors on the mountain, I don’t know whether they are true or false.

After drinking Wangyou wine, you become a sincere person.

The woman comforted: "Then you were rejected by the girl? Don't be discouraged. Have you ever heard that some people are destined to be right as long as they meet again. If we can meet again, it is the best."

Chen Ping'an drank a large sip of wine and his eyes were blurry, but his eyes were as clear as a stream. Happiness, sadness, regret, and joy were all flowing, and they were clean. The young man shook his head and said with a smile: "If you like someone, you have to make them happy. If you like someone, they must be with you. Is this still like you?"

At this point, the young man shed tears, "But that's what I said, in fact, I was almost heartbroken. I actually wished that the whole Xuanxuan Mountain and the whole world knew that I liked that girl. Then I I just hope that there is only such a girl in the world who likes me..."

At the end of the story, Chen Ping'an was so drunk that he forgot to drink several large bowls of wine. He put his head on the wine table and muttered to himself.

He even forgot how he had quarreled with the man, or even started a fight.

It seemed like he was dreaming but not dreaming, he seemed to be awake but not asleep. He seemed to be angry and rose from the fourth realm to the seventh realm in one go. From then on, he had no fate with the fourth realm, the strongest martial arts. The woman seemed to ask Is it worth it for him to give up his martial arts career just to fight against a girl's parents? How can you become the most powerful swordsman and great swordsman in the world in the future? "

Chen Pingan's answer at the time was, "If I like a girl, I don't just say it. If I don't do this today, suppose you are Ning Yao's parents. Do you think I, Chen Pingan, am really rich and have a high level of cultivation?" Now, if you really become a Great Sword Immortal, will you give important things to your daughter? No... I like you like that, but in fact I don’t like you that much. It must have been a lie from the beginning..."

Chen Ping'an no longer remembers all this.

The old shopkeeper looked calm.

I have been used to seeing all kinds of things in the world for thousands of years.

The young store clerk watched with interest.

In the end, Chen Ping'an was completely drunk. The man looked at the young man and took a sip of wine. "I still don't like this kid. He's clumsy, stupid, boring, not romantic enough, not grand enough. His qualifications are just okay, his mind is so-so, and his temper... You can tell she is stubborn at first glance. If you and your daughter quarrel in the future and no one is willing to give in, what should you do? With my daughter’s temperament, will she admit her mistake?"

The woman smiled and said, "Admit your mistake? You also know that it was probably our daughter who was at fault first? Do you know that the young man will let her do everything?"

The man felt a little guilty and angrily stopped talking.

The woman suddenly smiled and said: "I remember, you said earlier that the child was not romantic enough. Is it the romantic style of a literati and a poet, or the romantic style of galloping through flowers?"

Hidden murderous intent.

The man had an idea and admired himself greatly. He picked up the wine bowl and said boldly: "It's Feng Liu who carved the words on the Great Wall of Sword Qi!"

The woman smiled.

The man laughed dryly and found his way down the stairs, "Actually, this silly boy is quite good. Our daughter really has to find someone like this."

The woman smiled warmly, looked outside the shop, and murmured to herself for no reason, "I'm sorry."

The man beside him, his daughter Ning Yao, the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and the vast world.

She felt sorry for all the women.

The deceitful tricks used by the men and women had all disappeared after Chen Pingan became drunk.

The girl Chen Pingan likes is both like him and her.

The man sitting side by side with her gently held the woman's hand and said, "We can only forgive our daughter, not anyone else."

The man suddenly smiled brightly and looked at Chen Pingan, "Our daughter's vision is amazing."

The woman smiled and nodded, "Follow me."

The man suddenly said helplessly: "Is it so difficult for this stupid, heartless girl to say those words?"

The woman nodded and said: "Of course it's difficult. Which girl who likes the other person, hopes that the boy who likes her will fall in love with a girl who will die on the battlefield?"

The man touched his forehead and said, "It's over! You've got me trapped!"

The Great Wall of Sword Qi, on the stone cliff of Dragon-Zhanping Platform.

She lay there and whispered: "Chen Ping'an, listen to me, I don't dislike you."