Sword of Coming

There are more and more new faces from other places in the town, and the business of inns and restaurants is booming.

At the same time, on Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, many young people of this generation from wealthy families began to leave the town quietly. Most of them were smart and handsome men who were born early in their youth. Loyal families have sons, and Zhao Yao, the son of an aristocratic family, is one of them. As for Gu Can, the child from Mu Ping Lane, he was caught by Liu Zhimao, the True Lord of Jie Jiang, and was an exception.

Chen Pingan went to Liu Xianyang's house to get baskets of fish baskets, and left the town for the creek. Of course, Chen Pingan would not practice the mountain-shaking pile walking when there were many people. After leaving the town, there was no one around. Chen Pingan Then I started to recite the mantra silently, recalling Miss Ning's steps, posture and momentum when she walked. I didn't want to miss every detail and took those six steps over and over again.

When Chen Pingan imitated Ning Yao for the first time in the house in Mubo Alley, he was so clumsy and funny that he was worse than ordinary people. In fact, there was a strange misunderstanding in the young girl's cognition. Chen Pingan always knew that he had something. This is a problem. I have noticed since I was a porcelain kiln worker that I have eye problems but my hands are slow. To be precise, it is because the young man’s eyes and eyesight are so brilliant that his hands and feet cannot keep up at all. This means that someone else can imitate Ning Yao’s walking skills. , maybe there are three or four points of similarity in the first pass, rough and lame, but at least it is not as similar as Chen Pingan's. This is precisely because Chen Pingan sees it too clearly and is too harsh on every link, which is more than enough. , after the hands and feet can't keep up, it looks particularly ridiculous, and even though it's nine points different, there is a rare similarity hidden in it.

Ning Yao didn't know that if he imitated her, the Heavenly Sword Immortal, even if it was nine points similar in appearance, it would not be as similar as one point in spirit.

Of course, let's talk about it, not to mention that she only had a slight resemblance to Ning Yao. Even if she had a 70% or 80% resemblance to her, Ning Yao wouldn't be surprised at how talented she is.

What Ning Yao saw in his eyes and sight was only the distant place of martial arts that was rarely visited by people, and the top of the swordsmanship with only a handful of people standing side by side.

Chen Ping'an was sitting on the steps under the plaque of the covered bridge to rest. The young man roughly calculated that there are twelve hours in a day. Even if he insists on five to six hours a day and practices pile walking repeatedly, he will be exhausted only about three hundred times, which is ten hours a year. Ten thousand, one million tasks can be completed in ten years. The straw-shoe boy turned to look at the crystal clear stream and murmured: "You can let me hold on for ten years, right?"

Although Chen Ping'an had never shown any strange emotions during these days, the young man still felt heavy when Director Lu revealed the secret before leaving and exposed Cai Jinjian's sinister methods in Yunxia Mountain. There was one thing that Chen Ping'an never mentioned to Mr. Lu and Miss Ning. That was that after Cai Jinjian poked his eyebrows and patted his heart, the boy had already vaguely felt something was wrong with his body in the Mud Bottle Alley. That's why he stayed at the gate of his courtyard for such a long time, just to make up his mind that he would fight Cai Jinjian even if he broke the pot.

After all, Chen Pingan at that time, according to the young Taoist Lu Chen, was too lifeless, not at all like a young man who should have been energetic. Chen Pingan took matters of life and death lightly than most people at that time.

Cai Jinjian used martial arts methods to "instruct" the straw-shoe boy to forcefully open his mind, making Chen Ping'an's body like a house without doors. It is true that more objects can be moved in and absorbed, but every time it is windy, snowy or rainy, the house will be destroyed. The collapse will be particularly severe and rapid. That's why Lu Chen concluded that if there were no exceptions and no serious illness or disaster, Chen Ping'an would only be able to live to be thirty or forty years old.

Then she slapped Chen Pingan on the heart, destroying the foundation of his practice. The heart is an important pass for practitioners. After the city gate collapsed, Cai Jinjian almost blocked the normal operation of this pass. This not only cut off Chen Ping's Ping An's cultivation path has also accelerated the decay of Chen Ping An's body.

The really scary thing about Cai Jinjian's two actions is that after the door is opened, on the one hand, Chen Ping'an can no longer practice the method of immortality, which means that he cannot use magic and magical powers to make up for the door, and cannot strengthen the foundation. On the other hand, even if The young man was lucky enough to enter a martial arts school, and he could indeed rely on tempering his body to strengthen his body. However, for Chen Pingan, huge risks will always be accompanied by opportunities. If he is not careful, he will fall into the trap of "practicing foreign boxing and it is easy to get into trouble". The vicious cycle of "evil" is another pitiful end of failing to prolong life and instead dying young.

The top priority is that Chen Ping'an needs a martial arts that can flow slowly and nourish his vitality. It doesn't matter whether this martial arts has sharp moves and unparalleled dominance, or whether it can make people's martial arts realm advance rapidly.

Chen Pingan's hopes were all in the book "Shaking the Mountain" that Ning Yao looked down upon. For example, she said that after walking, there would be a standing "Sword Furnace" and a sleeping "Qianqiu".

But Chen Ping'an didn't dare to practice carelessly. He only glanced at it a few times and couldn't help himself from reading it. He felt that he should let Miss Ning identify it and confirm that it was correct before starting to practice.

As long as you are on the right path, no matter how poor your understanding is, as long as you are diligent and tenacious enough, you will make progress every day. Going in the wrong direction, the smarter and harder you are, the more you make and the more mistakes you make.

These words were said by Liu Xianyang. Of course, his focus lies in the last sentence, "You, Chen Ping'an, are the first kind of person. That clever ghost from Mr. Song is the second kind. Only I, Liu Xianyang, am the kind of person who is both smart and on the right path." A true genius.”

When Liu Xianyang was bragging about himself, he was accidentally overheard by the passing old man Yao. The old man, who had always favored Liu Xianyang and regarded him as his proud disciple, didn't know which of the young man's words hit the old man's heart. For the first time, Old Yao suddenly became angry. Angry, he chased Liu Xianyang and beat him violently. Anyway, after that, Liu Xianyang never said the word "genius" again.

Chen Ping'an exhaled heavily, stood up, walked up the high steps, and entered the covered bridge corridor. Only then did he find a group of people, four or five, gathered in the distance, standing or standing, as if they were guarding one of the women. , Chen Ping'an only saw the woman's side profile, and saw her sitting on the railing of the covered bridge, her feet hanging naturally on the water of the stream, her eyes closed and concentrating. The five fingers of her hands were in weird postures, with the fingers intertwined or bent.

Chen Pingan felt that she had her eyes closed, but she seemed to be looking at something with her heart.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment and stopped moving forward. He turned around and walked down the steps, intending to wade across the stream and go to find Liu Xianyang. Today he was carrying two baskets, one large and one small. He wanted to put the smaller one The basket was returned to Master Ruan's blacksmith shop. After all, it was borrowed by Liu Xianyang from someone else.

Far away from the covered bridge, the group of people saw the shabby-looking straw-shoe boy and turned around. They looked at each other and smiled, but did not speak, for fear of breaking the mysterious "water view" state of mind of the woman "of the same age".

There is no doubt that this method is fundamentally derived from Buddhism. It was only later adopted, selected, integrated and refined by many practicing sects that the last path branched off into many smaller paths.

However, East Aquarius Continent has always been regarded as the place where Buddhism ended. After several catastrophes that destroyed Buddhism that affected half of the continent, Buddhism has gradually declined in the past thousand years, and its power is far less than that of Confucianism and Taoism among the three religions.

"I only hear about the true king and the heavenly master, but I don't know about the protectors and great virtues." This is the true situation of Dongbaopingzhou today.

However, there are indeed countless immortal sects that have benefited from Buddhism.

Chen Ping'an rolled up his trousers and waded through the water, reaching the other side. Suddenly he heard exclamations and angry scoldings coming from the covered bridge. He thought about it and did not interfere.

When they arrived at Master Ruan's blacksmith shop, it was still a lively scene. Chen Pingan did not wander around casually. He stood next to a well and asked someone to help inform Liu Xianyang.

He originally thought he would have to wait for a long time, but he never thought that Liu Xianyang would come over soon, pull him and walk towards the stream, and said in a low voice: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, why are you here!"

Chen Ping'an wondered: "Master Ruan urged you to return the basket?"

The tall young man rolled his eyes and said: "What is a broken basket worth? I have something important to say to you. After you pick up the stones and return to my yard, wait for the lady to find you, the son wearing a bright red suit." Woman, last time we met the mother and son at the entrance of Mud Bottle Alley. When she comes to the door, don’t say anything. Just hand her the big box and she will give you a bag of money. Remember to face her. Count, there are twenty-five copper coins, don’t miss one!”

Chen Ping'an was shocked and said: "Liu Xianyang, are you crazy?! Why do you want the seller to be treated as an outsider?!"

Liu Xianyang hugged the straw-shoe boy's neck hard, glared and lectured: "You know what the heck, I have a great future ahead of me, why did I miss it in vain?"

Chen Ping'an was full of doubts and didn't believe that this was Liu Xianyang's true intention.

Liu Xianyang sighed and whispered: "The lady wants to buy my family's ancestral treasure armor, and the master and servant pair want a sword scripture. My grandfather told me before he died that when there is really no other way, the treasure armor It can be sold, but of course it is not allowed to be sold cheaply, but the Sword Classic, even if it is dead, must not be admitted to our old Liu family. I promised to sell Baojia to the lady. In addition to agreeing on the price, I also asked her to agree to a The condition is that after she gets the treasure armor, she still has to convince the burly old man not to cause trouble with me in the near future. This is just a procrastination trick. When I become Master Ruan's apprentice, these things will be nothing."

Chen Ping'an asked bluntly: "Why didn't you drag that lady with you? Is it possible that she could still come to the blacksmith shop to cause trouble for you? Besides, she can't break in and steal your treasure armor."

Liu Xianyang let go of his hand and squatted by the stream. He picked up a stone and threw it into the stream. He curled his lips and said: "Anyway, Baojia cannot be sold. Now that there is a fair price, it's not bad. It can also make things more secure." , maybe there’s no need for Miss Ning to take the risk, so I think it’s not bad.”

Chen Ping'an also squatted down and said urgently: "How do you know that the price she is offering now is very fair? What will you do if you regret it in the future?"

The tall young man turned around and grinned: "Regret? Think about it carefully. We have known each other for so many years. When did I, Liu Xianyang, do anything that I regretted?"

Chen Pingan scratched his head, always feeling that something was wrong, but the young man was clumsy and really didn't know how to persuade Liu Xianyang.

Liu Xianyang has always lived a very free life in his life. It seems that there has never been any obstacles that have troubled him, and there has never been any knot that cannot be solved or anything that cannot be done.

Liu Xianyang stood up and kicked the basket behind the straw-shoe boy, "Hurry, I'll take it and return it to Master Ruan. Come back and wait for me to formally become my master and offer tea. You can come and learn more about it."

Chen Pingan stood up slowly and hesitated to speak. Liu Xianyang smiled and scolded: "Chen Pingan, your uncle, am I selling your family heirloom? Or is it your wife?"

When Chen Pingan handed him the basket, he asked tentatively: "Don't think about it anymore?"

Liu Xianyang took the basket, took a few steps back, jumped up high without warning, and performed a fancy roundhouse kick.

After landing calmly, Liu Xianyang was elated and asked with a smile: "Are you awesome? Are you afraid?"

Chen Pingan replied angrily to your uncle.

After staying away from Ruan's shop, Chen Ping'an, who was thoughtful, went into the water to pick up stones. I don't know whether it was because of his uneasiness or the decline of the stream. He didn't get much today. He waited until Chen Ping'an approached the covered bridge and only picked up more than 20 snake gallstones. And there is no piece that can make people shine and fall in love at first sight.

Chen Pingan took off the baskets of fish and placed them in the grass by the stream. He took a deep breath, turned around and walked in the stream, and began to practice walking.

After a trip back and forth, Chen Ping'an felt nervous. He saw a short boy squatting where the baskets of fish were hidden, holding a green and furry dog's tail grass in his mouth.

He is the grandson of Granny Ma in Xinghua Lane. She has been regarded as a fool since she was a child. In addition, Granny Ma has a really bad impression in the minds of young people like Chen Ping'an. She is stingy and mean, causing her precious grandson to be used as a punching bag. Every time the boy goes out before , being chased and bullied, every time I wear new clothes or new boots, within half an hour, it is certain that my peers or older teenagers will toss them around and become covered in dust. Just imagine, a pair of horses that Granny just bought from the store The brand-new boots that come to the grandson are immediately trampled by a dozen people after the grandson wears them outside. When the child comes home, where can the new boots be?

This silly boy, whose real name is Ma Kuxuan, has long been forgotten. He has always been very strange. When he was bullied, he never took the initiative to complain to Granny Ma, nor would he cry or beg for mercy. He always had a very plain face and indifference. eyes. Therefore, the children on Xinghua Lane did not like to play with this little fool. Ma Kuxuan learned to play on his own very early. He liked to watch the clouds in the sky from the slope or rooftop.

Chen Ping'an had never bullied Ma Kuxuan, nor had he pitied his peer, nor would he have thought that two guys with the same problem would try to hug each other for warmth.

Because Chen Ping'an always felt that people like Ma Kuxuan were not stupid, but were very similar to Song Jixin in their bones, or even worse.

They didn't seem to speak, but they seemed to have been waiting, as if they were saying silently, God owes me a lot, and sooner or later I will get it all back. If you owe me a copper coin, Song Jixin may ask God to obediently return a tael of silver, Ma Kuxuan, or even a tael of gold!

Chen Ping'an didn't think it was bad for them to do this, it was just that he didn't like it.

The young man was no longer like the fool before. He spoke clearly and asked with a smile: "Are you Chen Ping'an from Mu Bottle Lane? You live next door to Zhigui?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "Is something wrong?"

The young man smiled, pointed at Chen Ping'an's basket, and reminded: "Maybe you haven't noticed that the stream has dropped a lot, and the only two places where good stones are left are the deep pool under the covered bridge and the puddle on the back of Qingniu. , other places are not good, just like the one in your basket, it cannot retain the energy, and the quality of the stone will change quickly. Some are lucky and can be made into a good whetstone, and some can become A scholar’s ​​inkstone, in the end, it’s still a good thing, and it’s definitely not difficult to sell it at a high price, but... forget it, you may not understand even if I tell you.”

Chen Ping'an smiled and hummed without saying anything more.

The short boy suddenly said: "Were you practicing boxing in the creek just now?"

Chen Ping'an still didn't speak.

Ma Kuxuan's eyes sparkled, and he laughed and said, "So you're not stupid either. That's right. You're almost the same as me. We're from the same group."

Chen Ping'an walked around the young man and said, "I'll go first." Then he picked up the basket and went ashore.

The young man squatted in the distance, spat out the chewed dogtail grass in his mouth, shook his head and whispered: "If the boxing is not good, there will be many mistakes. No matter how much you practice, you will never be good at it."

Ma Kuxuan didn't even turn his head, "Did you get back our military strategist's token?"

A man behind him smiled and said, "Remember to call me Master first from now on."

The young man ignored him, stood up, turned around and asked, "Can you show me the small sword tomb?"

It was the military master who carried a sword and a tiger talisman on his back. He claimed to be from Zhenwu Mountain. He once threatened to fight the junior uncle of the sect where the golden boy and the beautiful girl belonged.

The man shook his head and said, "It's not yet ready."

Then he was a little annoyed, "Why did you deliberately ruin that woman's Shuiguan state of mind? Do you know that once you do such a thing, you will be a lifelong enemy of life and death!"

The young man said with an indifferent expression: "The road is difficult. If you can't even stand this little hardship, how dare you hope for the high and worry-free life?"

The man laughed angrily: "You haven't even entered the door yet, yet you dare to speak so boldly. Are you afraid of flashing your tongue?!"

The young man finally grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said with a smile: "In the future, when I encounter this kind of breaking opportunity on the road of practice, I will take the initiative to inform the woman. Master, you are not allowed to interfere at that time, and let her try to ruin my good deeds."

The man sighed with emotion: "Do you know that in this world, opportunities are divided into big and small, good luck is divided into thick and thin, and bones are high and low. If you measure everyone by your own principles in everything, you will one day encounter someone with bigger fists and deeper cultivation. , People with a higher realm, if someone is in a bad mood, they will punch you and break your bridge of longevity, how will you deal with it? "

The young man smiled and said: "Then I will accept my fate!"

The man laughed at himself and said: "From now on, I will never reason with you again, just play the harp to an ox."

The young man suddenly asked: "How does that guy from Mud Bottle Alley know the magic of stones in the water? And has he started practicing boxing?"

The man's expression suddenly became stern, "Ma Kuxuan! I don't care what kind of personality you have as a teacher, but you must keep one thing in mind. Our military master is an authentic swordsman! Practice a sword to defeat all methods, practice a sword to follow your heart, practice a sword to become invincible , but you are absolutely not allowed to kill innocent people indiscriminately, you are not allowed to bully ordinary people, and you are not allowed to deliberately stumbling upon others in the same way of swordsmanship because you are jealous of others!"

The young man stretched his waist and said, "Master, you are overthinking. No matter how powerful the guy in Mud Bottle Alley is, as long as he doesn't offend me, it has nothing to do with me. In the final analysis, no matter how successful these people in this small town are, they will be nothing more than nothing in the future." It’s just a stepping stone for me, jealous? It’s too late for me to thank them.”

The man said helplessly: "It really doesn't make sense. I guess Zhenwushan will never stop in the future."

The young man asked curiously: "Where are you ranked in Zhenwu Mountain?"

The man smiled and said, "If you don't say this, it will hurt your face."

The young man rolled his eyes and said, "I had known I would become a disciple later."

The man laughed it off.

One thing he didn't clarify to his apprentice was that there are many types of geniuses in the world, and so are talents.

The straw-shoe boy from before seemed to be walking in an ordinary six-step manner, but in fact he was walking with the intention of a fist.