Sword of Coming

There are three moons hanging in the sky.

This is a scene that will never be seen in the vast world.

The pure moonlight shone freely between the sky and the earth, making the hundreds of thousands of mountains seem to be covered with thick snow.

Just rustling among the endless mountains, the sound can easily spread hundreds of miles.

If there is an immortal who can ride the wind freely in the sea of ​​clouds and look down, he can see a golden-armored puppet as tall as a mountain, slowly moving mountains.

There are also some ferocious beasts from ancient times with body lengths of thousands of feet, all covered with scars. Without exception, they are driven by golden-armored puppets holding long whips to do hard labor, working hard and dragging the mountains.

Occasionally, some relics of the wilderness who were able to rest for a while, exhausted, used some mountain peaks as pillows and slept soundly. There was no trace of the innate ferocity in their bodies, all of which had been worn away by the endless hard years.

This picture, in this world, can only be passed down through word of mouth and lies, which is far from the truth.

Because no one dares to fly over these hundreds of thousands of mountains without permission.

In the long history, there have indeed been some great demons in the upper five realms who did not believe in evil, and then were dragged down by countless golden-armored puppets, and eventually became one of those coolie demons, and ended up sleeping forever. The huge skeletons in the mountains cannot even be reincarnated.

On the top of those mountains, there was a dilapidated thatched hut. Behind the house was a vegetable garden with rare greenery. The hut was surrounded by a crooked wooden fence. There was a skinny watchdog lying at the door, panting slightly.

A thin old man stood in the open space outside the door, facing the mountain, reaching out and scratching his cheek, wondering what he was thinking.

The skinny dog ​​suddenly stood up, flew out, and roared in one direction.

A majestic wind, shaped like a tornado, swept away in a mighty manner, directly shattering a large sea of ​​dark clouds that covered one of the bright moons.

The old man remained indifferent.

When the sea of ​​clouds broke, a golden-armored puppet stood on the ground surrounding the mountain, holding a variety of exaggerated weapons that matched his body shape, many of which had the snow-white bones of ancient ferocious beasts as spears.

One of the golden-armored puppets threw the bone spear in his hand towards the sky, and the thunder roared, as if it had the power to create the world.

The spear aimed directly at the two rice-sized figures far away in the sky.

The two visitors who came from afar showed their presence in person.

One of them was a tall old man, wearing a bright red robe. The surface of the robe was rippled with waves of blood, and ferocious faces vaguely appeared on the robe. He tried to stretch out his hand to reach out of the sea water, but it quickly disappeared and was caught. Drowned in blood.

This burly old man wore a dark belt of unknown material, inlaid with fragments of a long sword.

Next to the old man is a junior with a young face, with a long sword hanging on each side of his waist, and a snow-white sword box slung across his back, revealing the hilts of three long swords.

Seeing that the spear was about to break through the air, the young man's eyes were burning, but it was not directed at the spear, but at the old man on the top of the mountain who had his back turned to them.

The powerful spear was turned into powder and scattered everywhere after the red-robed old man glanced at it.

The other sharp weapons thrown at him were exactly the same, they all shattered before they even got close.

The old man in red robe was a little angry, not because he was blocked by this offensive, but because he was angry at the old guy's hospitality. He was too underestimated. He just let these golden-armored puppets take action, and finally killed the few in the cage underground. The old guy was released, and it was pretty much the same.

The old man in red robe sneered: "Old blind man, have you lived in someone else's territory for a long time and really forgot who the owner is? Are you just using these to tickle me?!"

He slapped it away, and a golden-armored puppet on the ground was instantly smashed into the ground, causing dust to fly.

After that, the attacks continued, and a series of sounds like firecrackers appeared on the ground, and all the towering golden-armored puppets disappeared.

The short old man on the top of the mountain turned his head and "looked" at the two big monsters standing at the top of the world.

His eye sockets were actually empty, like two pitch-black bottomless abyss.

The short old man, who was called the old blind man, was still scratching his cheek.

Logically speaking, if the same monks in the Thirteenth Realm, or a handful of the secret Fourteenth Realm, fight in their own homes, unless outsiders bring unreasonable weapons, of course, there are also several such things. All the people in the world can be counted together. Except for four swords, such as a white jade palace, a certain string of Buddhist beads, and a book, other than that, at home and in the world, everyone is generally invincible. , it is even possible to kill the opponent.

Especially after reaching the first level of the Lost Second Realm, if you are full and hold on, go to other places to have fun, and be suppressed by the rules of that world, that is the most "natural" thing.

It’s just that in such a big world, there are always a few exceptions, so why is it strange?

For example, this old blind man, an outsider in the wild world, lives a more carefree life than his master.

Another example is the stinky nose of Haoran Tianxia.

The old blind man said hoarsely: "It's enough to let that guy chat. As for the two of you, if you stand at such a height again, I will be rude."

The "young man" with five swords on his body smiled.

As the youngest swordsman in the fifth realm, he participated in that earth-shattering battle and even defeated the swordsman of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, forcing the opponent to become one of the gatekeepers of the Hanging Mountain.

He felt that the old blind man under his feet was indeed very powerful, but not so powerful that he was lawless.

The red-robed old man's face was uncertain, and his fierce and violent aura almost made the river of time around him stop.

But in the end he just snorted, turned around and walked away.

The young swordsman with outstanding military exploits hesitated for a moment, then said anxious words in his heart, "Let's go!"

Suddenly, a huge pulling force swept over the sword cultivator.

The Sword Fairy Demon was about to take this opportunity to draw his sword. After a while, the old blind man noticed that the old man in red robe roared angrily, grabbed his shoulder, and threw him towards the sky.

Then the red-robed old man waved his sleeves and rolled out of a raging river of blood, trying to interrupt the energy that had been targeting the junior sword cultivator.

The heaven and earth are turned upside down, and the energy mechanism is in chaos.

The red-robed old man's face changed slightly as he felt the suffocation of the great road. He waved his sleeves vigorously, and the long rivers of blood almost converged into a giant lake. He said sternly: "Old blind man, do you believe it or not that I will kill you, a mountain of 100,000 people?" Just destroyed?!"

The old blind man stopped scratching his cheek.

At this moment, a majestic voice came into this huge "little world", "That's enough."

The old man in red robe stopped angrily, put away his magical power, and the river of blood returned to Daxiu.

The old blind man stretched out his hand and grabbed the great sword fairy demon by his feet. He squatted down. The young demon with a horrified face found that he could not move. The short old man reached out and pulled out an eyeball from his eye socket and put it away. He chewed it in his mouth, turned his head and spit it out, then spat it out on the ground. As a result, the scrawny old dog drooled over it, ran over to it, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The old blind man stood up, kicked the sword fairy with one missing eyeball into the air with a tip of his toes, "This is for your sake."

Heaven and earth returned to silence.

The old blind man put his hands behind his back and walked towards the courtyard gate. He looked at the old dog and sneered: "A dog can't change its habit of eating shit."

He raised his hand to scratch his cheek again, turned around and walked towards the cliff. I always felt that some of the "pen and ink" on this scroll needed to be deleted or added.

Just kept standing like that.

The old blind man suddenly frowned, hesitated for a moment, moved his fingers slightly, and the golden-armored puppets who had stood up again sat down again.

The guests this time were an old man and a young woman from the Sword Qi Great Wall.

The old blind man showed a smile to the dusty young woman that even he felt was awkward. I'm afraid whoever saw it would only find it eerie and terrifying.

Then he turned to look at the old man and said angrily: "Chen Qingdu, don't bother me! I won't help anyone this time!"

The boss of the Sword Qi Great Wall is Chen Qingdu.

Chen Qingdu asked: "Are you still a human being?"

The old blind man replied: "Ask yourself, are we still human?"

Chen Qingdu nodded and said, "I am."

The old blind man was silent for a moment and asked: "No matter how fierce the two worlds fight, can they be as powerful as before? If they are beaten to death, they will just beat that one into more broken pieces. It was like this back then. After a thousand and ten thousand years, can it change? Where to go? Isn't the world still like this? What's the point? Maybe it can be completely overthrown and smashed, and reunited."

Chen Qingdu said: "You deserve to be blind."

The old blind man suddenly laughed, "It's better than you, a watchdog who works for others. A cunning rabbit is cooked by a lackey. One time is not enough, and you have to taste it again? I think you, the remnants of the prisoners, are the reason why you fell into this trap in the first place. Chen Qingdu is the one who caused this situation today. I have been here for so long. Do you know why I have been unwilling to look north? I am afraid that when I see you, the biggest joke in the world, I will turn you into a fool. I died laughing."

The old blind man pointed at the trembling old dog at the door of the courtyard, "Look at Chen Qingdu, how much better is he than him?"

The old blind man turned his gaze and smiled hoarsely at the young woman: "Girl Ning, don't be upset. It has nothing to do with you. You are still very good."

Ning Yao remained silent.

Chen Qingdu quickly left with Ning Yao.

The old blind man sighed softly. He was no longer in the mood to admire the unfinished mountain and river painting. He walked towards the courtyard gate and saw the obsequious old dog raising its head and sticking out its tongue. The old blind man suddenly stretched out his foot and stepped heavily on the old dog. On its back, it immediately whimpered and begged for mercy. The old blind man directly trampled the entire backbone of this ancient demon with extremely tenacious vitality. Anyway, relying on the eyes of the young demon, it could recover quickly.

The old blind man muttered and walked into the yard.

On the wall on the other side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

The boss Sword Immortal was sitting cross-legged while Ning Yao was drinking.

Chen Qingdu said calmly: "There is no need to defend me. The old blind man was the one who was hurt the most at the beginning, so it was not like the outside rumors said that he lost his eyes after losing a battle with the ancestral demon in the wild world, but very Earlier, he stretched out his hand and cut out his eyeballs. One of them was thrown into the world of Haoran, and the other was dropped in the world of Qingming. I went to find him this time because I wanted to hear his words with my own ears, "Who is it?" It’s not helpful either, it’s already very good.”

Ning Yao nodded.

Ning Yao drank half a bottle of wine and turned to look at the boss Sword Immortal.

Chen Qingdu laughed angrily and said, "Girl Ning, I'm not talking about you. You should go back to your home and take a look. This is my territory, Grandpa Chen. How can I be kicked out by you?"

Despite what he said, the old man still jumped off the wall and walked back to his hut.

In fact, he knew the reason. That boy had punched on this wall before.

Ning Yao took out a scroll from his sleeve, put the wine bottle aside, then leaned on the wall and spread out the revolving lantern of the long river of time. Is this the third or fourth time?

On the scroll, the scene was at the immortal tomb that she had also visited. A group of children were flying paper kites. There was a dark and skinny child sitting far away, appearing alone. While running to release paper kites, a group of children of the same age passed by. Next to the guy, he tugged at the paper kite, then squatted down, picked up a piece of mud, and threw it hard. When he saw the figure who turned and ran away, the tall child with the paper kite in his hand burst into laughter.

Ning Yao stretched out a finger and tapped on the scroll, hitting the tall child on the forehead. She muttered a little.

She then withdrew her hand and just read the picture quietly.

There were actually many objects close by, but she would only look at one at a time.

She turned around, folded her hands under the back of her head, and gently shook one leg.

Liking him has nothing to do with the picture scroll.

After seeing a painting, I just liked it more.

Who she likes Ning Yao has nothing to do with heaven and earth.

Chen Pingan could practice a million punches stupidly for her.

But is this amazing?

Ning Yao opened her eyes. She felt that even if she died a million times, she could still like him.

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Mao Xiaodong told Chen Pingan that the undercurrent in the capital of the Sui Dynasty would no longer affect Shanya Academy. The happiest person was of course Li Baoping, who took Chen Pingan around the capital. She invited her junior uncle to eat at two small alley restaurants she often frequented, and visited various scenic spots and historic sites in the Sui Dynasty. It took more than half a month, and Li Baoping said that there were still half interesting places that she had not visited. , but through Cui Dongshan’s chat, he learned that his junior uncle had just reached the second level of Qi Practitioner. It was a critical period when he needed to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth day and night. Li Baoping planned to follow the rules of his hometown and "save the rest."

Chen Pingan began to practice real practice.

Use the pure Yang Qi at specific times during the day to warm the internal organs and resist the erosion of the Qi by external evil and turbid Qi.

Use the clear yin energy absorbed at certain times of the night to nourish the two acupoints that have been opened and where the natal objects are placed.

Since the refining of golden literary courage involves Confucian practice to a large extent, Mao Xiaodong personally took out a collection of poems and guided Chen Ping'an to read through more than a hundred of the most famous poems beyond the Great Wall in history.

Knowing that Chen Ping'an had traveled so far away, he had never even visited an ancient battlefield site on the two continents. He had only seen a group of monks chanting sutras and chanting Buddha at a battlefield in the small lotus root blessed land, so he added Chen Pingan was taught a lesson.

The True Body Talisman of the Day and Night God has been "closed" by Mao Xiaodong. Otherwise, no matter how high the grade of the talisman is or how slow the aura flows, it will not be a good thing.

As for the method of opening the door, after Cui Dongshan told Chen Ping'an in detail about the origin of the true body talisman, Cui Dongshan went back to figure out and tinker with it, and it was finally done.

Cui Dongshan licked his face and said that he wanted to read the "Authentic Alchemy Book". He was willing to pay his husband a small sum of money for every page he turned.

Chen Pingan did not agree.

Pei Qian went shopping with Chen Ping'an and Li Baoping several times. He really felt that it was more comfortable in the academy. He walked around every day, leaving in the morning and coming back at night. He was almost exhausted. How could he be with Li Huai in Cui Dongshan's courtyard? After bragging and spanking, playing backgammon, and then finding excuses to stay in the academy, Chen Ping'an also felt that Pei Qian had come such a long way, and he was no less than them.

He just let Pei Qian play and fool around in the academy, but he would check Pei Qian's copying of books every day, and let Zhu Lian keep an eye on Pei Qian's walking and sword practice. Regarding martial arts, whether Pei Qian paid attention to it, no Important, Chen Ping'an doesn't value it particularly, but a stick of incense can make a lot of money.

Mao Xiaodong often chatted with Chen Ping'an, and one of them said, "Laws are only tools for governing the country, not the source of controlling turbidity."

It should be that Mao Xiaodong was worried that Chen Ping'an, his junior brother, would accidentally go further and further along the road of Legalism, so he had to give a warning.

Mao Xiaodong laughed at the time and said: "This sentence is not said by us Confucian scholars. It is not deliberately belittling Legalism and elevating Confucianism. It is said by a cruel official of the Chinese Legalists who is famous in history."

Chen Pingan nodded in approval.

In Cui Dongshan's yard, Pei Qian and Li Huai often got together, turning over and over, reading the romance novels about knights and knights, at varying speeds, so they often quarreled over whether to turn the pages of the book, and occasionally Li Huai Baoping will also watch with them for a while, but Pei Qian and Li Huai like to watch the flash of swords, the flying flesh and blood, and the soul-stirring scenes of life and death.

Li Baoping also read these, but he preferred to look at those characters who may not even have names, and wondered why this person would say and do this in this place in the book.

One day, Zhu Lian took out a stack of manuscripts he had written. It was a scene in the book where one after another the chivalrous women were in trouble and were humiliated by celebrities and unknown people. After Yu Lu secretly read it, he was shocked.

Zhu Lian felt that Yu Lu was worthy of being his confidant and was very close to him.

Cui Dongshan's study room is filled with ancient paintings with a fairy spirit. Each scroll has pictures of birds singing and flowers fragrant, fresh rain in empty mountains, and pictures of an old man fishing in the cold river.

As a result, Li Huai and Pei Qian were "superfluous" that night. They made unauthorized sketches on these famous paintings handed down from generation to generation, which greatly ruined the scenery.

For example, Pei Qian painted a crooked birdcage for birds, which was inspired by the luancage of Miss Liu from Qingluan Kingdom.

Li Huai drew a strange fish that was bigger than the boat beside the boat.

Cui Dongshan was not angry after seeing it.

One day, Cui Dongshan took out a eccentric palace painting, a picture of skeletons and ghosts recuperating from the summer heat. He was very happy and said that he wanted to give Pei Qian some insights.

Pei Qian looked carefully and saw that a skeleton suddenly grew larger and almost broke through the scroll. He was so frightened that Pei Qian almost flew away. He even dared to just sit there and cry silently.

Until he saw Chen Pingan, he just pursed his lips.

As a result, Cui Dongshan was chased and beaten by Chen Ping'an, punching and kicking him, yelling and swearing, and even the dialect of his hometown in Longquan County came out of his mouth. He grabbed a broom and hit Cui Dongshan on the back of the head. Cui Dongshan flew out and fell to the ground pretending to be dead, barely escaping.

Cui Dongshan occasionally talks about serious things.

That day, a bunch of people somehow got chatting about human lifespan. Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "You should know about snakes shedding their skin, right? I grew up in the countryside, so I should have seen a lot of them."

Chen Pingan nodded, Li Baoping, Pei Qian and Li Huai also nodded.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "If it is said that the human soul is the foundation, and the rest of the skin, bones and flesh are the clothes, then guess how many pieces of 'human skin clothes' an ordinary person will have to change in his life if he lives to be sixty years old?"

Pei Qian felt that this statement made her hair stand on end.

Cui Dongshan smiled and stretched out a finger.

Pei Qian's eyes widened, "Ten pieces?"

Li Baoping frowned and said, "One hundred?"

Li Huai just wanted to cause trouble. He liked to argue with Li Baoping and Pei Qian, and said carelessly: "One thousand!"

Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "In this life, a person will have to change a thousand pieces of human skin clothes without knowing it."

Cui Dongshan continued: "Coupled with those Qi Mansion acupoints that are incomparably in tune with heaven and earth, so all living beings in the world are willing to transform into human forms after becoming spirits."

"The imperial porcelain from the Long Kiln in your hometown is obviously so fragile and vulnerable, most afraid of being bumped. Why does His Majesty the Emperor still order people to bake it? Why don't you just ask for the mud from the mountain, or a pottery pot with a stronger body? ?”

Li Huai laughed and said: "It's good-looking and valuable. Cui Dongshan, why would you ask such a mindless question?"

Cui Dongshan scolded: "Yes, yes, you are the only one who has the brains and looks like a tiger with a tiger head and a tiger brain. If you are a tiger, you are like a tiger."

Li Huai made a face and said with a playful smile: "If you don't want to listen, you are a bastard chanting sutras."

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.

Chen Ping'an was sitting in the corridor of Cui Dongshan's courtyard one day. He picked a sword gourd but did not drink any wine. He put his palm against the mouth of the gourd and gently shook the jug.

There was no one around in the small courtyard for the time being, and it was rare for a moment of peace.

After refining the two natal objects of water and gold, refining the third natal object of the five elements became an unavoidable hurdle.

But according to Zhang Shanfeng, for an ordinary Qi practitioner, three items are enough. One for attack and one for defense. The last one helps the Qi practitioner absorb spiritual energy faster. This is already a pretty impressive achievement for a monk under the Earth Immortal.

Regarding whether the two flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month could be refined into Chen Pingan's own natal objects, Cui Dongshan was vague. He only said that the Lihuo flying sword repaired by Yuanying sword was given to him as a gift, even if it was used by Chen Pingan. She successfully refined it into a natal object. Compared with the natal flying sword of the sword cultivator, it seems that there is not much difference, but in fact it is different from clouds and mud. It is more useless. However, the so-called tasteless is compared to the monks of the upper five realms. Ordinary earth immortals, given this opportunity, can deprive an earth immortal sword cultivator of his natal flying sword and use it for his own use, and can still burn high incense.

Fire, earth, wood.

There are three natal items left.

Chen Ping'an had completely given up on the idea of ​​using the five-color Sheji soil of the Great Li Dynasty as the natal object.

The old Taoist temple master once asked the little Taoist boy carrying a huge gourd to pass on a message, which mentioned that Miss Ruan Xiu's fire dragon could be used for refining, but Chen Pingan was not crazy, let alone this kind of thing. Chen Ping'an felt helpless just thinking about Ruan Qiong's anti-thief eyes at such a crazy act. I'm afraid that if Ruan Qiong gets to know this idea, he will definitely be hammered into a puddle of flesh by this military saint with a sword-making hammer.

Then don’t think about the fire of the five elements.

So the last thing left is wood.

Chen Pingan actually had some plans. The old locust tree that was cut down was divided among the common people at that time. The locust wood sword left on the Great Wall of Sword Qi was the one he asked Xiao Baoping to carry back. One of the locust branches.

Song Jixin had talked about the changes in his hometown. Obviously, the people in the small town are now smarter than the others. The Baofengzhai in Niujiao Mountain has good eyesight, so Chen Ping'an may not be able to pick up the slack.

Chen Ping'an was so worried that he scratched his head.

Lie back.

Now he is a pure martial artist at the peak of the Five Realms.

For a second-level Qi practitioner, everything is difficult at the beginning. Chen Pingan himself knows best how hard it is for this second-level monk.

The Sword Immortal carries a half-immortal weapon on his back, but unless he fights to the death, it is not easy to draw the sword.

The sword-raising gourd has two flying swords. The fifteenth one who was born in Xiaofengdu is okay, but he is about to rebel in the first year of junior high school. He has the same mind-set with Chen Pingan, and almost every day he yells to eat the last and largest piece of long sliced ​​dragon. tower.

Wearing a golden robe, fortunately, it is not harmful to wear it before the Seventh Realm. On the contrary, it can help quickly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. To a large extent, it is equivalent to making up for the fatal flaw in Chen Pingan's cultivation talent after the Changsheng Bridge was cut off. However, every time Using the method of inner vision to patrol the Qi Mansion, the little green-clothed children who were condensed by water transport still had resentful eyes. It was obvious that they were often unable to make ends meet with the aura of the Water Mansion, which put them in an embarrassing situation where a clever woman could not make a living without rice. Therefore, They are particularly aggrieved.

On the other hand, the little man in Confucian shirt with golden literary courage made Chen Ping'an feel unexpectedly happy. He rode the fire dragon made of pure energy and showed off his power every day, happily and happily, helping Chen Ping'an patrol his own little world. This move can benefit the soul and help Chen Ping'an expand his muscles. Moreover, some of the sluggish impurities left over from the battles and death battles, the turbid and filthy air hidden in the depths of the soul, are ridden by the little man on the fire dragon, like a The general, single-handedly attacked the city and fortified the stronghold there, working diligently to clean up the remnants of the rebels hiding in the deep mountains and old forests.

However, it, the fire dragon, and the boys in green clothes who were also diligent in running the house in Shui Mansion were obviously not very easy to deal with, and the two sides had already adopted a posture of never having any contact with each other.

After stumbling and finally becoming a Qi practitioner, Chen Pingan was actually a little confused for the first time.

There are trade-offs to be made.

In order to survive, Chen Ping'an did not hesitate to practice boxing and walking and endure hardships.

But now there is no need to worry about life. As long as you are willing, it is not difficult to immediately reach the six realms today. For people from a wealthy family, having to worry about whether to earn gold or silver makes Chen Ping'an very uncomfortable.

I am used to being a pauper at heart, and I always feel that the bag of copper coins tightly held in my hand, or the thin layer of rice in the rice vat, is truly my own.

Even if there is a mountain of gold and silver around me, I still feel that even if it is my own today, when I wake up, it will be someone else's tomorrow.

Chen Ping'an knew that this was wrong, but it was easy to change the situation, but it was hard to change the nature. On this matter, it could not be said that he was not making progress, but after all, the progress was slow.

In fact, Chen Ping'an has learned that many things have changed a lot in the past few years. For example, it feels awkward to wear boots instead of wearing straw sandals, and he almost can't walk. For example, wearing a golden robe and wearing a jade hairpin, I always feel that I am the kind of monkey-like crown mentioned in the book. Another example is that for the dream that he once told Lu Tai, he would buy a lot of useless things that cost money, hoping that one day he would have a new home with a big business in Longquan County.

Chen Pingan crossed his legs and shook them gently.

The little lotus figure sneaked its head out from the ground, darted up the steps, and finally climbed up to sit on Chen Pingan's feet.

Chen Pingan put his finger to his mouth to signal not to speak.

Ever since Cui Dongshan first appeared in the village of Qingluan Kingdom, the little lotus figure has almost disappeared. This is what Chen Pingan asked it to do. Although it didn't understand, it did it.

The little lotus figure with only one arm stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, smiled and nodded vigorously.

Chen Pingan swayed his legs, and the little guy seemed to be swinging. If he hadn't always covered his mouth, he would have giggled.

As soon as he saw the cheerful little lotus figure, Chen Pingan felt much more peaceful, and all those distracting thoughts and worries were swept away.

Chen Pingan closed his eyes. After a while, he noticed a slight movement on the back of his feet. He turned around and opened his eyes to see that the little guy was imitating him, lying down with his legs crossed.

After being discovered by Chen Pingan, it narrowed its eyes with a smile.

Chen Ping'an lay on his side, and he followed suit.

Chen Ping'an began to shake his head, seemingly mumbling something, but making no sound.

The little guy followed the example of Chen Pingan.

One big and one small actually don't know what they are talking about.

Chen Ping'an didn't know.

Cui Dongshan was just outside the small courtyard wall, his head leaning against the wall, his body like a... slope.

Cui Dongshan knew why Chen Ping'an deliberately let the Lotus figure hide from him.

Because in Chen Ping'an's eyes, the carefree little lotus flower is already the best.

He didn't even want to know whether the little lotus figure was actually rare, priceless, or useful.

So Cui Dongshan felt a little uncomfortable holding back.

Because he wanted to tell Chen Ping'an that that little guy was really not simple.

But Cui Dongshan didn't know why. He thought about it over and over again. Although he knew that whether he told Chen Ping'an or not, the result would be the same in the end, but Cui Dongshan just thought about it and suddenly felt that if he didn't tell it, he wouldn't tell it. It's actually quite good.

As soon as Cui Dongshan figured this out, he smiled and returned to normal. He knocked his head back slightly, stood up straight, and drifted forward quietly.

If there is any unhappiness in life, it is only because I have not met my husband.

Cui Dongshan was very happy at the moment, because as long as he used this sentence to ask for credit from Xiaobaoping, he might be able to avoid being slapped with seals in the future.

So Cui Dongshan ran away and winked at the little girl in the red skirt outside the window of the school.

As a result, the teacher shouted angrily.