Sword of Coming

A sigh sounded from somewhere in the Great Sword Qi Wall. It seemed that he did not agree with the old swordsman's violent murder, but he was unwilling to come forward to argue.

Next to the sighing man, an old voice sounded, "It's just the Jade Pu Realm, not to mention that Chen Qing has a reason for everything, so just bear with it."

He who sighs sighs again.

The old voice smiled helplessly and tried his best to persuade: "Tell Chen Qingdu your Confucian rules, what's the point of talking like a chicken to a duck? Furthermore, your Confucianism is a 'study of neighboring people', and you don't seek to become a Buddha. If you don’t seek immortality, the road under your feet is neither high nor far away. Why should you criticize Chen Qingdu for following the rules in everything? Isn’t he a sage and a perfect man? As long as you don’t measure Chen Qingdu by the standards of a saint, it will be very simple.”

The man said calmly: "Any time Chen Qingdu is unreasonable, the impact caused by it is probably not as great as that of ordinary people who are unreasonable ten thousand times."

The old man smiled: "Chen Qing is a swordsman, but you are a Confucian scholar. It's different."

The Confucian scholar was silent for a long time, and finally murmured: "Master, who is the one who lives in Qiqi's generation?"

The old man who tried to persuade him to no avail also sighed.

In the city north of the Sword Qi Great Wall, someone shouted: "Chen Qingdu!"

A long rainbow rises from the ground, carrying the unstoppable force of wind and thunder, and rushes straight to the top of the city.

The rickety old man who had jumped off the top of the city frowned, gently waved his sleeves, and pulled Chen Pingan, who was standing on the top of the city, behind him. He happened to be standing at Chen Pingan's original position, facing the menacing swordsman. The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "Why, you are still reasonable after a member of the family turned out to be a spy from the demon clan?"

The sword cultivator was hovering four or five feet outside the city. He was a tall old man with snow-white beard and hair, and his aura was extremely majestic. Even when facing the senior man with the most qualifications and the highest swordsmanship in the Sword Qi Great Wall, this old man still showed no respect. With a sense of fear, he asked with an angry look on his face: "I, the Dong family, have our own family laws and rules to deal with traitors, but I have to take a step back and say, the official Yin has not yet judged the seriousness of my grandson's crime, so why do you, Chen Qingdu, have the right to deal with Dong Guanpu?! "

The old man, who was dressed all in snow-white from beard to hair and clothes, was aggressive and suddenly raised his voice, "Do you think I, Dong San Geng, am dead?!"

Chen Qingdu's face was full of sarcasm, "Before Dong Guanpu died under my sword, I really thought that you, Dong Sangen, was dead. You, the Dong family, spent a month investigating a certain demon clan spy. Do you believe that if you change your surname to, say, Chen, one day would be too much?"

The old man surnamed Dong who was killed from the city was furious, "Isn't a Jade Pure Realm Sword Immortal who is willing to repent and make up for his past mistakes more beneficial to the Sword Qi Great Wall than a corpse?"

Chen Qingdu didn't even bother to say yes or no, but sneered: "There is still a corpse under my sword? Did this little beast sneak into the immortal realm?"

The tall old man who called himself Dong Sangen was so angry that his eyes widened, and his sword intent was surging, like a stormy sea crashing against the city head, making waves.

Chen Qingdu raised his eyebrows, "What, you want to take action?"

Dong Sanggeng took a step forward and said with an angry smile: "Others are afraid of you, Chen Qingdu, but I'm not afraid! Just take action, why not?!"

A childish voice sounded from the distant city wall, a little sad and aggrieved, "Okay, it's all my fault. I couldn't bear to see Dong Guanpu die so soon. After all, Xiao Dong is one of my favorite guys. I am now How much I like Cao Ci, how much I liked Dong Xiaoslug back then, since he is dead now... just die."

The person who spoke out was the little girl with braids wearing a big black robe, the hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall generation.

Invisibly, a dozen of the top sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall appeared in the distance around this city, either family heads with big surnames, or sword immortals with outstanding combat capabilities.

Only the two saints who are qualified to be equal to Chen Qingdu are missing.

A middle-aged handsome man said sternly: "Dong Sangeng, you did this wrong, right from the beginning! Over the years, you have placed too high expectations on Dong Guanpu, and that's why you let him down." Dong Guanpu's sword heart became so extreme that he insisted on going to the hinterland of the demon clan to practice alone, which led to this disaster. He felt that with Dong Sangen and A Liang in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there could be another Dong Guan Waterfall, I don’t think so, but forget it if he doesn’t listen, he’s young and energetic, what about you? Don’t you know it’s dangerous?”

Dong Sangen's face was cold, "I, the son of the Dong family, should have such ambitions, why should I persuade him? I wish that all the descendants of the Dong family would be better at swordsmanship than I, Dong Sangen!"

Speaking of this, Dong Sangen sneered and said: "Our Dong family is not a family like Chen, Qi, and Nalan after all, and we don't have that many tricks up our sleeves."

The domineering old man struck down almost half of the Sword Qi Great Wall with his stick.

The handsome man snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Chen Ping'an discovered that the old man named Qi also had a place. At this time, he slowly said: "Now that the matter has come to this, what else can we do? Do we still have internal strife in the face of a powerful enemy?"

An old man with a pale appearance, wearing a long robe and carrying a sword, nodded slightly: "No matter what, the most important thing at the moment is to deal with the offensive of the demon clan. Don't mess up the camp and take advantage of those evil beasts in the south."

The old swordsman ignored these two well-intentioned troublemakers and showed no intention of settling the matter. He stared at Dong Sangen and said with a smile: "If you can atone for your sins by doing meritorious service, can I kill you Dong Sangen today?" And then let Yin Guan tear out a few pages of the credit book, and then you'll be fine?"

Dong Sangen was speechless.

The atmosphere was awkward and heavy.

Chen Ping'an watched this scene behind the old swordsman, and felt that the sword energy on the top of the city began to gain weight after these people appeared, making him almost breathless.

Dong Sangen suddenly looked around and shouted angrily: "Look at your mother's good show, join in your mother's fun, go away!"

A dozen of the mainstays of the Sword Qi Great Wall knew that Old Man Dong was trying to find a way to get down again. Today's fight couldn't start, so they all dissipated and returned to the north of the city.

When everyone retreated, Chen Ping'an saw that Ning Yao was among them. She slowly approached the city with her sword. Dong Sangen glanced at the little girl and said angrily: "Ning Yao, don't imitate your good-for-nothing." Mom and dad, I still like you very much."

Ning Yao's face was expressionless.

Dong Sangen didn't take it seriously, turned around and strode back to the city.

Lady Yin Guan, who was standing on the top of the city, was the most heartless one. She had been secretly yawning. At this moment, she suddenly wrinkled her face, hesitated, opened her mouth wide, and stretched out her thumb to press the restless teeth. , shook it slightly, and finally was reluctant to pull it out. After closing his mouth, he turned around and walked away muttering.

The old swordsman Chen Qingdu seemed not surprised by tonight's turmoil. He smiled at Ning Yao, walked down the city, and walked towards the old thatched hut.

Chen Pingan jumped up to the top of the city again and stood side by side with Ning Yao.

Ning Yao didn't have many emotional ups and downs, "The Great Wall of Sword Qi has always been like this. Fortunately, the rule left by our ancestors has not changed much."

Chen Pingan looked at Ning Yao curiously.

Ning Yao said slowly: "The tip of the sword faces south."

Just four words made Chen Ping'an, who had just started learning swordsmanship, feel swayed and excited.

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but turn his head and look to the south.

Ning Yao took the initiative to take off Chen Pingan's sword gourd and started drinking.

Chen Ping'an looked back and asked softly: "Is Dong Guanpu, the traitor, the kind of person you are talking about? He was once a hero on the battlefield, but he was unreasonable in the city?"

Ning Yao shook his head and said: "On the contrary, Grandpa Xiao Dong has always been a good person. North of the Great Wall of Jianqi, he has always lived in seclusion and doesn't like to deal with others. I met him occasionally when I was a child. Grandpa Xiao Dong will be very polite, although not kind. He speaks a lot, but he always smiles at me, just like his elders."

Ning Yao sat cross-legged and said helplessly: "No one knows why Grandpa Xiao Dong wanted to join the demon clan. Maybe it was because of the dangerous experience that year that something went wrong. In fact, after leaving the Sword Qi Great Wall, There are many sword cultivators who go to the wild world to hone their swordsmanship alone, because there, the demon clans in the middle and fifth realms like to be proud of cultivating the appearance of human beings. They are no different from us on weekdays. Only in critical moments on the battlefield , will reveal his true form, relying on his innate and powerful physique to resist flying swords. Therefore, as long as the sword cultivator is careful to hide, it is actually not easy for his identity to be discovered. "

The reason why man is the leader of all spirits is that his acupoints and acupoints are the most mysterious paradise in the world. That is why the demon clan will work tirelessly to cultivate the human body, and then practice will get twice the result with half the effort. This is the case with the boy in green and the girl in pink skirt in Luo Luo Mountain.

Ning Yao continued: "Of course, some special cases of the Great Sword Qi Wall were secretly recorded by the peak demon long ago, and then recorded in the book using secret methods, which will make it more difficult to travel in the wild world. But in that book, I heard that the number of places is limited, and the number above There are not too many sword cultivators who have written down their names. Usually, after a sword immortal is killed in my hometown, another one will be added. Logically speaking, when Grandpa Xiao Dong goes on a long journey, he is just an ordinary Nascent Soul realm sword cultivator. It shouldn't be on the book, the Dong family has a deep foundation and has its own secret technique to conceal its energy, making it difficult to detect."

Ning Yao didn't say a thing.

She was one of the sword cultivators in that weird book, and one of the youngest sword cultivators in the history of the Great Sword Qi Wall.

Ning Yao was recorded before he was ten years old.

In history, all the proud men who were treated like this were, without exception, killed on the battlefield south of the Sword Qi Great Wall before they were thirty years old.

The demon clan never cares about the cost.

Often the life or death of a proud man will involve the life or death of one or even several great demons and sword immortals.

Because the demon clan thinks that having Chen Qingdu on top of the city is enough.

If there is another Ning Qingdu or Yao Qingdu, it won't be a matter of just one or two upper-level five demons dying.

The helplessness of the Great Sword Qi Wall is that if such a proud man does not go to the battlefield to experience early and rise quickly between life and death, but is just raised to the north of the Great Sword Qi Wall, even if there are several sword immortals who carefully teach him, he will still be able to There is no possibility of growing into the next Chen Qingdu, A Liang or Dong Sangen.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Am I actually distracting you and dragging down your practice if I am here?"

Ning Yao nodded and hummed, without denying or hesitating.

But she said bluntly: "But I will be very happy if you are here. When I practice at home at the Dragon Slayer Platform, I often can't help but think of you, and I will be in a daze. After I am in a daze, I will run directly here Looking for you, I hurriedly dealt with some family affairs when I got back, and then the day seemed to pass by just like that, waiting to see you the next day before going to bed."

This is Ning Yao.

Qi Jingchun once warned Zhao Yao, a school disciple who fell in love with her at first sight, that it was best not to fall in love with Ning Yao, because she was an unsheathed sword with a sharp edge that could easily hurt others or even herself.

Ning Yao always looks at the world with a clear distinction between good and bad, black and white, almost ruthless.

It's just that now there is another Chen Ping'an.

So Chen Pingan said categorically: "In three days at most, I will leave here, and then go to Beiju Luzhou, which is most like the Great Wall of Sword Qi. I will practice boxing and sword practice, and strive to reach the seventh level of martial arts as soon as possible and be qualified to participate here." war, and then I’ll come back to you!”

Ning Yao Muran knew that this was the right thing to do, but she just didn't want to speak or nod her head.

On the contrary, she will complain about the guy next to her, why he can make up his mind so quickly.

Chen Pingan wanted to drink, but the sword gourd was held tightly in Ning Yao's hand, and it seemed that he deliberately changed his hand to move further away from Chen Pingan.

Ning Yao suddenly said: "Historically, the demon tribe's attack on the Great Wall of Sword Qi lasted for twenty or thirty years. Is it enough to give you ten years to reach the seventh realm?"

Ning Yao frowned, "It's only ten years, no more!"

Chen Pingan moved his buttocks, sat facing her, and said with a smile, "Okay. But you must wait for me."

Ning Yao turned sideways, sat opposite him, handed the sword-raising gourd back to him, and then nodded and said: "Okay."

Chen Ping'an took the jug, raised his head and took a sip of wine.

Ning Yao whispered: "I have many problems."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I like you."

Ning Yao's eyes were red.

Chen Pingan stretched out a hand, trembling slightly, and gently touched Ning Yao's cheek.

Ning Yao blushed a little, but did not refuse. She just closed her eyes and did not dare to look at him.

Just when the world was so lonely and it seemed like only the two of them were left, there was an untimely coughing sound.

Chen Ping'an quickly retracted his hand and drank to cover up his embarrassment. Ning Yao turned around and looked, with murderous intent on his long and narrow eyebrows. The uninvited guest was none other than the old swordsman Grandpa Chen, standing not far away from the two of them. , standing with hands behind his hands, with a smile on his face, "I suddenly remembered something, and I'm afraid I'll forget it when I look back. I need to tell Chen Ping'an quickly."

"That's all you say."

After Ning Yao took the wine bottle, he sat facing the city with his back to the old swordsman.

Chen Ping'an jumped off the city wall and asked, "Grandpa Chen, what's going on?"

The old man smiled and said: "The paintings of the old blind man in the south are beautiful, the chicken soup of the old bald donkey in the west is delicious, and the calligraphy of the scholar in the middle earth is handsome. I find these people very interesting. But the most interesting ones are these old guys. , one is more likely to die than the other."

Ning Yao couldn't help but turned around and said: "Grandpa Chen, according to what you said before, isn't there another Taoist with a bad nose in Donghai?"

The old swordsman nodded and said, "I just thought of this guy and wanted to tell Chen Pingan."

Ning Yao was puzzled.

The old swordsman pointed at Chen Pingan, "It doesn't mean much whether you repair your Immortal Bridge or not. It's better to find another way, so you have to find this Taoist, but it is very likely that you will be turned away, but I I feel that since you have made it this far, you might be an exception.”

Chen Ping'an's heartstrings trembled and he asked: "Grandpa Chen, how should we find this expert? Should we go to the East China Sea? It seems that our Aquarius Continent is on the East China Sea."

The old swordsman shook his head and said: "We are going to Tongyezhou in the southeast to find a Taoist temple."

Chen Pingan was stunned on the spot, hesitating a little. This was not in line with his original intention, but since the old swordsman said so, there must be a deep meaning, but Chen Pingan was still worried about that ten-year appointment and he ranked fourth. The difficulty of the situation makes Chen Ping'an afraid to be optimistic about the next five, six, or seven times when he will break through the situation.

The old swordsman said: "The locust wood of your sword box has a great origin. Why don't you lend it to me for ten years, and I can exchange it with you for a sword, and then I can exchange it back for you in ten years. Then this sword will be with you." After arriving at Tongyezhou, I will help you point out the general direction to find the old Taoist from the East China Sea. As for whether they are willing to help you after you find him by luck, it depends on your own luck, Chen Ping'an."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Okay!"

Chen Ping'an took off the sword box and took out the locust wood sword to slay the demon. Ning Yao asked, "Can you leave the wooden sword to me? I can also exchange a sword with you."

Chen Ping'an scratched his head and said: "The Sophora Sword was given to me by Mr. Qi. I can't transfer it to you, but it's okay for you to keep it with me. Also, you don't have to give me the sword. The Great Wall of Sword Qi is so short of swords that I will use them for the time being." Not."

Ning Yao waved, and Chen Pingan gently threw the locust sword to her, and then handed the sword box to the old swordsman.

The talisman originally placed in the sword box had been put into Feijian Fifteen by Chen Ping'an long before entering the Hanging Mountain. Otherwise, the withered female ghost would have been wiped out in the Great Sword Qi Wall.

The moment the old man's finger touched the locust wood sword box, it disappeared into thin air.

Finally, the old swordsman put one hand behind his back, put his fingers together in front of him, and quickly wiped it.

Between the old man and Chen Pingan, the true appearance of a sheathed sword was revealed.

The old swordsman's eyes signaled Chen Ping'an to catch the sword.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hands and the sword fell. Chen Pingan thought he could catch the sword easily, but he stumbled and almost fell.

The old sword immortal looked indifferent, "The sword is named Changqi. The scabbard and the body weigh only seven kilograms, but the sword Qi weighs eighty kilograms. The person who carries the sword can temper his soul day and night."

Chen Ping'an lost his sword case and could not carry the "Long Qi" for the time being, so he had to stand with the sword in hand.

The old swordsman took a look at Chen Ping'an, nodded and said: "Finally, he looks like a swordsman."

Ning Yao suddenly turned his head and looked south.

The old man smiled and said, "Now you know why I bothered you two."

Ning Yao's eyes were sharp, and his sword rose into the air in an instant.

The old man turned to Chen Ping'an and said, "Hurry up and say goodbye to Ning Yatou. I'll take you back to Daoxuan Mountain."

Chen Ping'an stood with his sword in hand, raised his head, and looked at Ning Yao, but for a while he couldn't say a word.

Ning Yao also looked down, and she quickly threw the sword gourd to Chen Pingan.

The old man smiled and said: "The love between children is not inferior to the sword. So let's do it. If you are full of love, let's talk about it next time we meet."

The old man flicked his fingers, and Chen Pingan, who had just caught the sword gourd, fell backwards.

The next moment, when Chen Pingan stood still, he found that he was no longer at the top of the city, but in the square at the foot of the solitary peak of Hanging Mountain.

There is only the sun hanging high here, not the vision of three months hanging in the sky under the sky.

The man holding the sword sitting on the hitching post looked at the dull young man holding the sword and carrying the gourd.

Just parting.

But Chen Ping'an even forgot that he had wine to drown his sorrows.

On the southern wall of the Great Sword Qi Wall, a little girl with braids sat on the edge, swaying her feet, and said to herself: "I want to become a tree. When I am happy, it blooms in autumn. When I am sad, it blooms in spring. Fallen leaves.”