Sword of Coming

Wearing a green shirt, he walked upstream along the river that entered the sea. He did not deliberately walk along the river bank, listen to the sound of water and see the surface of the water. After all, he needed to carefully examine the customs, big and small hills and various gods and goddesses along the way. , so you need to take frequent detours and don’t walk too fast.

When he makes up his mind to do something, he always works hard and doesn't think it's hard, but the people around him can feel at ease. If they are young, they may even be unaware of their blessings.

Probably because he grew up at the bottom of the market, Chen Pingan has excellent patience and resilience.

Chen Ping'an encountered a thought-provoking landscape experience on the way.

Once, Chen Ping'an stayed overnight at an inn near the God's Temple in a certain county in Fucheng. At midnight, there were loud gongs and drums that only monks and ghosts could hear. Under the guidance of the officials, the ghosts and ghosts near the county town entered the city one after another in an orderly manner. This was called the City God's night court meeting twice a month, which was known as the City God's Night Trial. The City God would judge the merits and demerits of the ghosts and ghosts under his jurisdiction at night.

Chen Ping'an quietly left the inn and came to the gate of the County God's Temple. The two day and night wandering gods who served as door gods to prevent the noise of ghosts and ghosts took a closer look and immediately bowed and saluted. They did not address him as an immortal master, but called him "Master" with a very respectful look. .

After Chen Pingan returned the salute with clasped fists, he asked if he could attend the night trial of the City God.

Among them, the Sun Traveling God immediately turned around to report, and after receiving the joint permission of the three chief and auxiliary officials of the City God, Judge Wen, and Onmyoji, he immediately invited the foreign monk in.

In the lobby, after the City God sat down to deal with the big case, the civil and military judges and the chief officials of the City God's Temple lined up in order to sentence many ghosts and ghosts in an orderly manner. If anyone was dissatisfied, it was not the treacherous and evil people who had clearly distinguished their merits. , and allowed them to appeal to the neighboring Dayue Mountain Lord and Shuishenfu Lord. When the time comes, the Tiger Lord and the Fu Lord will send Yinming officials here to review the case.

Chen Ping'an did not sit directly on the chair that the City God had specially ordered to be moved out. Instead, he placed the chair behind a red lacquer beam and then sat there quietly, closing his eyes and meditating.

When a demon screamed that it was wronged and refused to accept the verdict, Chen Pingan opened his eyes and listened to the rebuttal of the county god.

It turned out that the Yinwu was a Confucian boy with no official title during his lifetime. He once accidentally unearthed a large number of bones outside the county town, and he took them out one by one and buried them alive. Yinwu felt that he had made a great contribution and questioned why many gentlemen in the City God's Temple turned a blind eye and could not use this to offset his own sins. This was a huge injustice. He must appeal to the Lord of the Water God Palace. If the Lord of the Palace ignored him, , officials protect each other, he will fight to lose the chance of reincarnation, but also beat the drum of injustice, and then appeal to the mountain king of Fuu Kingdom, asking the tiger master to uphold justice for him and severely punish the county and city god for his dereliction of duty.

The City God angrily reprimanded: "The City God of this world investigates all living beings in the world. When you are alive, you will always do good deeds with the intention of not being rewarded, and unintentionally do evil without being punished! Let you go to Fujunshanjun to beat the drum of grievances, and you will follow the same rules tonight There is absolutely no possibility of changing the verdict!”

The vagina sat slumped on the ground.

At the end of Yin Shi, the rooster is about to crow.

The night trial of the City God came to an end.

Chen Ping'an then stood up, walked around the beams and pillars, stood in the hall, thanked the city god whose official robe and turban were only black and white, and then left.

The City God personally delivered it to the gate of the City God's Temple.

When they reached the door, the City God hesitated for a moment, stopped and asked, "Did Master secretly dig a road down the mountain for giant trees in Qujiang County for the laborers who went into the deep mountains to mine imperial wood?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I did do this before. Seeing that the road was rugged and full of miasma, I couldn't bear it."

The City God sighed and said: "Two of them should have died on the way to deliver the logs. One was crushed to death by a giant tree, and the other fell off the cliff and died. Therefore, Master's move is equivalent to saving two lives. So Master, do you know that this move is? Do you accumulate more merit, or are you contaminated with karma?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Since the City God has spoken, it must be the latter."

The City God looked at the Taoist cultivator, and after a moment, he smiled and said: "The reason why Master is Master, the little god somewhat understands."

Gods look at the human world, not only looking at things but also looking at the heart.

The City God sighed, "People in the world behave like rivers with accumulated water. The river water can irrigate the fields and benefit all the people, but it can also accidentally overflow and cause disasters. Maybe a flood will burst the embankments and drown countless people. In the blink of an eye, The transformation of merits and demerits catches people off guard. Since the master has gone up the mountain to practice, he still has to pay more attention. Of course, the little god is humble and speaks softly, and he can't talk about any vision. I also hope that the master will not be disturbed by the words of the little god, otherwise the little god will There is no greater sin."

Chen Pingan expressed his thanks again.

Chen Ping'an returned to the inn, lit the lamp on the table, and copied that page of a Buddhist scripture for meditation.

After you stop writing, put away the pen and paper and the page of scripture.

The sky is slightly bright.

Chen Pingan blew out the lights and stood at the window.

If you study the rules of the great road of landscape gods carefully, you will find that they actually deviate quite a lot from the rules established by Confucianism, and they do not absolutely conform to the worldly sense of good and bad.

As you climb higher on the mountain, you become more and more like a Taoist. This is the path that you must take.

It's like everyone grows up.

Chen Pingan is actually in a good mood.

I have traveled through so many mountains and rivers, accumulated so many large and small objects, and am full of belongings.

Chen Ping'an is full of expectations for Luo Luo Shan in the future.

A single flower is not spring, but a garden full of flowers is blooming. That is the beautiful scene Chen Pingan hopes to see most.

Chen Ping'an left the county and continued to walk in the territory of Fufou Kingdom.

There is no jade hairpin or bamboo hat, just carrying a bamboo box, green shirt and bamboo stick, traveling alone.

That day at a waterside ancestral temple, after Chen Pingan went to the temple to offer incense, he saw a thousand-year-old cypress in the back hall of the temple. It took seven or eight young and strong men to hug it. It covered half of the square with shade, and stood beside the tree. A stone tablet was written by a literary giant from the Kingdom of Fu. The local government spent a lot of money to hire a famous craftsman to inscribe it on it. Although it is a new tablet, it is full of ancient charm. After reading the inscription, I realized that this ancient cypress has gone through many wars and wars and is still standing despite the years.

Chen Pingan liked the text content of the inscription, so he took off the green bamboo book box, took out paper, pen and inkstone, used the bamboo box as a writing desk, and copied the inscription word by word.

The inscription contained a lot of content, and Chen Pingan copied it meticulously. Before he knew it, it was already night.

There was a night ban in the ancestral temple. Instead of chasing people away, the temple Zhu and the temple children brought two stools, placed them on the left and right sides of the ancient monuments, lit lamps, and helped illuminate the ancient monuments in the temple. The lights were covered with plain gauze, and they were elegant. But it is exquisite to prevent the wind from blowing out the lamp.

After Chen Pingan saw this, he quickly stopped writing and stood up, bowing to express his thanks.

The old temple congratulatory man smiled and waved his hand, telling the guests to just copy the inscriptions. He also said that the temple had a house where pilgrims could stay overnight.

The old man gave instructions to the child, who then squatted down and dozed off, holding the key in his hand.

The boy was really bored, so he looked at the copied inscription behind the man. The writing was good or bad, but he copied it carefully and wrote it correctly. It was hard to tell how good it was. He once visited other ancestral temples. Compared with his own temple, it was much more beautiful. There were many inscriptions on the wall by scholars and literati, which made each one more elegant than the other. In particular, one literary tycoon was drunk and holding a cup, and wrote cursive scripts all over the wall. It really makes people's hearts sway when they look at it. Although it is written in cursive script on the wall, it is hailed by the literary circles of the country as a picture of an old dragon raining rain.

The calligraphy of the young Confucian scholar in green shirt in front of me is not good, just average.

After Chen Pingan finished copying the inscription, he packed up the bamboo box, put it on his back again, and went to the guest house to check in. As for how to express his gratitude, after much thought, he could only donate more sesame oil money when he left tomorrow.

The child yawned constantly, almost feeling that sleepy bugs had crawled into his ears, but he would not complain about the guest being too lazy. The temple has many stone carvings and inscriptions on the walls, so there are often scholars here to copy books. The child is not very old. , but experienced, Grandpa Miao Zhu has a weird temper, and always treats scholars with respect and preferential treatment. I heard from several senior brothers in the temple that in his life, Grandpa Miao Zhu received countless scholars who came to Beijing to take exams or to visit the mountains and rivers. It is a pity that the temple His reputation is mediocre. After so many years, no scholar has been named on the gold medal list and has become a high-ranking official in the Kingdom of Fu. There are no other ancestral temples that have produced one or two scholars who have made the temple famous after their official career went smoothly.

Chen Pingan walked into the corridor, stopped and looked back.

Thousand-year-old cypress leaves are whirling.

Chen Ping'an smiled and murmured: "The breeze and the bright moon are moving on the branches, which is suspected to be the light of the sword of the Sword Immortal."

The boy was stunned for a moment, "What a poem. In which book did you read it?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I forgot the source."

The boy regretted and said, "It would be great if the young master could express his feelings on his own. I will ask Grandpa Miao Zhu to find a good calligrapher and write it on the wall, so as to add more incense to our ancestral temple."

Chen Pingan looked at the ancient cypress and shook his head.

The child thought that this foreign young man who was on a study tour meant that the poem was not inspired by him, so he said softly: "Sir, let's go, I will take you to the guest house and have a rest early. The guest house is not big, but It’s clean, don’t worry, I took care of it, and I guarantee there won’t be any ants or bugs.”

Having said this, the boy said softly: "If you accidentally bump into me, please don't complain to Grandpa Miao Zhu."

Chen Pingan nodded with a smile, hummed, and followed the child to the guest house.

On the other side of the ancient cypress trees, the branches and leaves are whirling.

The ancient wood spirit charm, who was about to transform into a human form, was almost so frustrated that she shed tears. She wished she could hold down the elm head of the little boy in the temple and knock him awake with a chestnut.

You idiot kid, why are you so ignorant? Do you know how much blessing the temple has missed?

If you ask the Sword Immortal to inscribe that poem on the wall of the temple, you can reach heaven in one step! As for the incense and feng shui in temples, the tide will naturally increase.

Can the ten noble ministers in the temple of Fu Rui be as good as this man's essays and calligraphy?

But the immortal just shook his head at it, so it didn't dare to say anything, lest it offend the immortal, which would be unsightly.

Late that night, Chen Pingan was still practicing the six-step walking pile, and also cooperated with the sword furnace pile setting and Qianqiu sleeping pile.

Half asleep and half awake, the fist intention flows through the whole body.

Within the small world of the human body, there is a different kind of practice.

Cultivation of body and mind should be done at the same time.

Chen Ping'an's heart moved slightly, but he did not open his eyes. He continued to be immersed in it and continued to walk.

On this day, the old man praying to the temple saw a man in green in his dream, carrying an ancient cypress branch on his back, just like a knight carrying a sword. This man admitted that he was the incarnation of the general cypress in the back hall of the temple. He prayed to the temple blessing to leave a message to the guest in blue. For the next calligraphy painting, no matter what, I must ask the passing immortal master who stayed overnight in the temple to finish this before continuing on his way. The words were so earnest that the man in green almost cried.

After the old man Miao Zhu suddenly woke up, he sighed and seemed unwilling to force others to do something difficult. It was difficult for him to ask for words from the young scholar who didn't know the immortal before him. However, after thinking for a long time, he remembered that the ancient cypress had been with the temple for thousands of years. It was true in history that There are many word-of-mouth stories about the efficacious deeds of the shady temple, so the old man still wore boots and clothes and left the house in the night. He only went to the guest house and lingered for a long time. The old man still didn't knock on the door, so he turned to the ancient cypress. He said softly: "Baxian, I'm sorry. I didn't ask for help according to my words. It's hard to predict the behavior of immortals. Since the other party is unwilling to take the initiative to leave the calligraphy treasure, it must be because the merits of the temple are not enough and the blessings are not full. "

Gu Bai was silent, with only one sigh, but he did not force the old man to change his mind.

It wasn't until this moment that Chen Pingan stopped punching and smiled knowingly.

Chen Ping'an has always believed that whether a place's feng shui is correct or not is still rooted in people, not immortals. It has to be dealt with in order. What the world calls green hills is not worried about having no firewood.

The so-called green mountains are still in people's hearts.

Therefore, a green shirt was fluttering in the wind in the ancestral temple. In an instant, he came to the temple Zhu's side and said with a smile: "It takes a little effort."

Gubai Jingmei, who has not yet obtained a complete human form after practicing for thousands of years, appears as a man in green clothes. His body is still vague and uncertain. He kneels down and kowtows, "Thank the immortal for his kindness."

The old man who gave the blessing to the temple was a little frightened and had to bend down to thank him.

But Chen Ping'an accepted the kneeling worship of the ancient wood spirit calmly.

But the old man's bow was blocked by Chen Ping'an's hand.

This is not because Mu Mei is inhuman and therefore inferior to others.

Rather, on the great road, receiving the blessings of heaven and earth, what the plants, trees, spirits, and monsters thanked was actually the hard-won opportunity of the great road.

After watching the City God's night trial earlier, Chen Ping'an felt like he was seeing the bright moon through the clouds, and he understood one thing completely.

If a practitioner wants to have a clear mind, he must also have his original source of purity.

Chen Ping'an asked the old man Miao Zhu and Gu Bai Jingmei to wait for a while, went to the guest house, took out a piece of golden talisman paper, sat upright, held his breath for a moment, and then wrote the poem on it one stroke at a time, memorizing it. The good bamboo box was returned to the ancient cypress in the back hall and handed over to the man in green. He said seriously: "You can bury this talisman where the roots of the tree and the roots of the mountain are connected, and then slowly refine it. On the road, blessings and misfortunes are uncertain. It’s all in the original mind. From now on, practice so that you can do well for yourself and be kind to each other.”

The man in green clothes held the golden talisman in both hands and thanked him again. He burst into tears of gratitude and burst into tears.

Chen Ping'an no longer stayed at the temple, said goodbye and left. The moon was sparse and the bright moon was on his shoulder but also in the bamboo box.

Looking back, old man Miao Zhu and Qing Yi Mu Mei were still there watching him leave. Chen Pingan waved his hand and continued his journey.

Well, I saved a lot of money on sesame oil.

Not a loss.

Chen Ping'an smiled and continued on his way, walking slowly in a six-step pile in the dead of night.

No matter day or night, there are no taboos.

Things are like this, chance and everything have their own destiny.

Meeting him, Chen Ping'an, in this temple may have become a so-called blessing.

But even if the feng shui of other ancestral temples is completely different, if you meet other cultivators with different temperaments and eyes, it may be just the right opportunity to meet Chen Ping'an, but you will pass him by.

On the main road, there are tens of millions of roads, all of which are high.

That's why people with the same philosophy are so rare and difficult to meet.

Then Chen Pingan stopped by the Dadu River on the border of Zhongyue in Fuu Kingdom and fished next to an old man. The latter was clearly a Qi practitioner, but his level was not high. He might be in the Sea Viewing Realm or the Dragon Gate Realm. However, the battle was very big, with many maids and boys around, a long row of blue fishing rods, and countless baits prepared, one big basin after another, it is estimated that the water in Dadu will be huge, no matter how big it is, Fish can also be fed well. When the fisherman saw that the young man in green shirt seemed to be a pure martial artist of the fourth and fifth realms and a person who liked fishing, he ordered a maid to bring a large basin of bait. The maid smiled and said that there was no need to be polite, sir. Her master was always generous to fishing friends who met by chance. She also said that it would be difficult to catch big fish without making a big nest. When the maid put down the big basin and talked about these words with Chen Pingan, Chen Pingan nodded vigorously and said that for this reason, the old gentleman must be an extraordinary expert in fishing. At first, Chen Ping'an was still a little uneasy about his conscience. After accepting such a large pot of immortal bait, he loudly asked the old immortal master for his Taoist name.

The old man laughed and said: "Friends on the mountain all like to call me the real man of reclamation!"

Chen Ping'an silently glanced at Dapen, thinking that whether he was living in the world or on the mountain, it was really only his parents who gave him the wrong name, and there was absolutely no wrong nickname.

The old man kept catching fish, but he couldn't catch the big and strange fish in his mind.

At dusk, a huge building boat passed by the shore of Dadu. There were armored men standing solemnly on the building boat. The building boat broke through the water and moved backwards. There was great movement. Big waves hit the shore, and the green bamboo fishing rods on the shore were knocked upside down.

The old man began to curse, very angry.

A burly general wearing nectar armor walked out of the building. He held an iron gun and had an imposing manner. He stared at the old fishing man on the shore.

A maid warned carefully: "Master, he seems to be the general of the Kingdom of Fu. He is wearing a very rare pair of armor of the gods."

"It's Gao Ling, the great general of the Fuu Kingdom!"

The old man took a closer look, stamped his foot, and said angrily: "Damn it, I stepped on a piece of dog poop as hard as iron. I heard that this guy has a bad temper. Let's put the pole away and get out of here!"

On the other side of the building, there was a woman next to the general who protected the country of Furui. Gao Ling lowered his head and whispered to her. The latter nodded, jumped slightly, stood on the bow railing, and gathered momentum. Ready to go.

Chen Pingan slowly closed his pole.

On the building ship, the conversation between the burly general and a woman was clear to my ears.

A rich woman dressed in brocade and brocade, she heard that the old fisherman was a wild cultivator from another country's mountains and swamps, with the Taoist name of Filling the Sea. She had a loose nature and was an old monk in the Dragon Gate Realm who had no realm but little fighting power. She asked the military general Gao Ling to learn a lesson. There was no need to kill him, just teach him a lesson. For example, beat him half to death, and then find an opportunity to see if he could be accepted as a guest in her house.

The military commander hesitated for a moment, saying that this person might not be willing, and had already rejected several invitations from the Emperor of the Jade Kingdom to serve as a worshipper.

The woman said oh.

The general understood it.

The country itself is not very powerful, but its backing is surprisingly large, and the woman beside him who is both wealthy and has the aura of a fairy family is one of the draws between the country and that backer.

Although Gao Ling looks like he is only thirty years old, he is actually in his sixties. He does not have the highest official position among the military generals of Fu Rui Kingdom, starting from the third rank, but his fists must be the hardest.

With one punch today, he might be able to change from the third level to the third level.

So Gao Ling laughed loudly and said: "I don't think we should run away. We might as well come to the boat and have a glass of wine before we talk!"

The armored general tiptoed a little harder, and the ship tilted immediately, and a large piece of iron armor clanked. The soldiers, regardless of their etiquette, quickly stretched out their hands to grasp the railing firmly.

Gaoling landed on the water surface of Dadu and walked towards the shore.

A shot was delivered.

A Taoist cultivator in the Guanhai Realm is not a genealogy master, but a wild cultivator in the mountains and rivers. If he is aware of his interests, he should be submissive. If he is not aware of his interests, it is better. He just allows himself to show off his fists in front of the woman.

But before Gaoling landed, his eyes blurred and he felt heavy in his chest.

The figure retreated all the way back to the building ship.

It turned out that a ghost in a blue shirt appeared in front of Gao Ling in an instant, and slapped his palm on his nectar armor. Gao Ling's arrival was as fast as thunder, and his movement was as fast as lightning, and the wind roared in his ears.

The man clapped his hands lightly, and Gao Ling's figure floated up and landed on the bow of the ferry. He staggered before he regained his footing.

After the green shirt was lightly tapped with a palm, it took advantage of the momentum to fly backwards a few feet, flipped a big sleeve, twisted the body quickly, and returned to the shore in the blink of an eye, standing still.

Gao Ling's face was gloomy, hesitating whether to make a fool of himself or not, and forget about winning this fight. Otherwise, she would feel that she had lost face and that it was Gao Ling who was not doing things right. That would be the most embarrassing situation, and both parties would not be pleased.

The woman next to her had eyes shining brightly and said with a smile: "It's okay, don't worry about it, let alone hold it accountable. Master once said personally that people under the mountain should not be underestimated. There are always experts in the mountains and rivers. It is not in vain that I am in the Green Eagle Country. After getting off the boat at Longtou Ferry, I deliberately walked this long waterway, and finally I got to see the so-called strange man from the world. Once I saw him, I made a profit."

Gao Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

ashore.

The man clasped his fists as if to apologize to Lou Chuan.

Gao Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled and clasped his fists in return.

The woman became more and more radiant and said to herself: "Good guy, it's so interesting. Gao Ling, I will remember you!"

The boat slowly left.

The old monk in the Longmen Realm was just about to make acquaintance, but the green-robed guest suddenly disappeared.

What to do?

The old monk rubbed his chin, then gave orders and began to move places. He ordered the maids and children to move all the big basins to another position. It was the place where the green-robed immortal fished, and it must be a geomantic treasure.

As soon as he sat down, he immediately felt refreshed. It was indeed a place that the immortal had taken a liking to. It was clear that the river breeze blowing on his face was a bit sweeter.

far away.

Chen Pingan continued to travel far away.

Take a slight detour and walk on a plain with a wide view.

Chen Ping'an suddenly stopped, put away the bamboo box and put it among the things nearby.

But after a moment, he frowned and thought deeply. Could it be an illusion?

Chen Pingan moved forward slowly.

Sasao Villa is the holy place in the hearts of people in the Wuling Kingdom.

There are various rumors about this Zhuangzi in the martial arts world.

It is said that the reason why Mr. Wang Dun never married a wife in his life is that he traveled to the north when he was young, suffered emotional trauma, and fell in love with the woman who later became the Queen Mother of Jingnan Kingdom. Unfortunately, God was not kind and Yue Lao did not match her, so the two could not leave. When they got together, the old man Wang Bu was also an infatuated person, so he devoted himself to martial arts. This became Wang Bu's misfortune, but it was a great blessing for the entire Wuling Kingdom.

It is also said that the thin plum wine brewed by Zhuangzi is actually a brewing recipe left by the immortal. A warrior can increase his skill for several years after drinking a jar. That's why the disciples taught by senior Wang Dun are all outstanding, because they are all brewed in the wine vat of Slim Plum Wine.

There are also rumors that there is a heavily guarded and institutionalized forbidden area in Sasao Villa, where a series of martial arts secret books written by Wang Dun are placed. Anyone who obtains one can become the first-class master in the world and obtain the sword manual. , then he can rival Fu Loutai's sword skills, and after obtaining the sword manual, he can be as good as Wang Jingshan's sword skills.

Of course, these are all fake, which makes outsiders salivate, but makes people in the country dumbfounded.

One of Wang Pu's direct disciples, Lu Zhuo, was helpless about this, but his master never seemed to care about it.

Lu Zhuo was the least qualified among his fellow disciples. He was very slow to learn everything, including swordsmanship, knife skills, and boxing skills. Not only was he slow, but the bottleneck was as big as a mountain peak. There was no hope of breaking through, and there was no hope of breaking through. Even though his master often comforted him, But in fact, the master had no choice. In the end, Lu Zhuo had to accept his fate. Now the old housekeeper was old, the senior sister was married far away, and the talented senior brother Wang Jingshan had to take on the duties of the villa these years, which really delayed his practice. In fact, Lu Zhuo was even more impatient than Wang Jingshan. He always felt that Wang Jingshan should have gone out to explore the world and sharpen his sword long ago, so Lu Zhuo began to get involved with the countless mundane chores in the villa intentionally or unintentionally. He planned to help the old steward and Senior Brother Wang in the future, and let him do it. Carrying two burdens on one's shoulders.

Get up at nine o'clock, practice walking, or practicing swordsmanship or sword practice. At midnight, after breakfast, I start to go to the old housekeeper's house to check the accounts and do the accounting. I also clean up the correspondence of the villa, the operating conditions of many industries, and the many disciples and disciples in the house. You need to consult the old housekeeper one by one about the expenses. Around this time, you will finish your schoolwork, which is like a young boy in a school, and watch your junior brother practice swordsmanship, or his junior sister's sword practice, in the back hill of Sasou Villa, where It's quiet.

There were many disciples and family members of handymen in the villa, so a private school was opened in the villa.

The masters and teachers who attended the school in the early years were all very knowledgeable, but they could not be retained.

After coming here for a year and a half, they all resigned and left. Some resigned and retired because they were too old, while others were unofficial scholars who had no official status but were well-known in Shilin. Finally, The master simply hired a candidate who had no hope of taking the imperial examination and did not replace him. When Ju Ren had something to do and asked for leave from the Villa, Lu Zhuo would serve as the teacher of the school.

In the afternoon, Lu Zhuo will also teach a group of his fellow disciples the sword and boxing techniques. After all, the fellow disciples of Lu Zhuo also need to practice on their own, so Lu Zhuo becomes the best person to call upon. However, not only does Lu Zhuo have no idea about this, Although I had a grudge, I felt that I could be of some help, and I was very happy.

Lu Zhuo's day today is so trivial and fragmentary. It seems that in a few blinks of an eye, the sky will change from the blue sky at dawn to the twilight time when birds return to their nests. It was hazy, and Lu Zhuo had the opportunity to do something on his own, such as reading some miscellaneous books, or flipping through the Shanshui Di newspaper purchased by his master, to learn about some of the strange people and strange things about the gods on the mountain. After reading it, he had no longing for it. It’s nothing more than keeping a respectful distance.

Lu Zhuo personally held a lantern and patrolled the villa at night. It was just a routine matter. Although there were many rumors in the world, in fact, there had never been anyone who broke into the villa without obeying the rules.

The junior fellow over there in the back mountain is still practicing swordsmanship diligently.

Lu Zhuo did not disturb him and walked away silently. He was an entry-level boxer who had been practicing for many years. Senior sister Fu Loutai and senior brother Wang Jingshan both liked to make fun of him.

Because that boxing post was not taught personally by Wang Dun of Sasao Villa, but a crude boxing manual that he got by chance when he was young. Master Wang Dun didn't mind Lu Zhuo practicing this boxing, because Wang Dun had read the boxing manual and felt that the practice was harmless, but of little significance. Lu Zhuo liked it anyway, so Lu Zhuo practiced boxing according to the manual. Facts have proved that Wang Dun and Senior brother and sister, you are right. But Lu Zhuo himself didn't feel that his efforts were in vain.

On the way down the mountain, I saw the stooped old housekeeper standing at the bottom of the steps, seemingly waiting for me.

Lu Zhuo walked down the mountain quickly.

The old housekeeper has a gaunt appearance and a thin figure. He wears a green shirt and a long coat. However, the old man often coughs. It seems that he has suffered from the disease in the early years and has never recovered.

One of the old man's legs was slightly lame, but it was not obvious.

The old man's surname is Wu and his first name is Fengjia, which is a relatively uncommon name. Except for Lu Zhuo's fellow disciples, young people and children of the younger generation no longer know the old man's name. Starting from Wang Dun's eldest disciple Fu Loutai, to Lu Zhuo and his junior brothers, they all like to call the old man Grandpa Wu. When Lu Zhuo entered Zhuangzi on the first day when he was young, the old housekeeper was already working as a servant at the Villa. It is said that the old housekeeper stayed at the Villa for as many years as Zhuangzi was.

Lu Zhuo said softly: "Grandpa Wu, it's a windy and cold night, so I'll do the night patrol at the villa."

The old man waved his hand and continued to patrol the night with Lu Zhuo. He smiled and said, "Lu Zhuo, let me tell you two things. You may be... disappointed. Well, you will be disappointed."

Lu Zhuo felt a little strange. It seemed that the old steward was a little different tonight. In the past, the old people gave people the impression that they were in their twilight years, as if they were dying and their life was not long. This actually made Lu Zhuo worried. Lu Zhuo may have no hope of reaching the top in martial arts, so he thinks about things other than martial arts, such as the situation of the old man in the villa in his later years, whether the children will have the opportunity to participate in the imperial examination, and whether the Chinese New Year atmosphere in the villa will be stronger this year. .

The old man said slowly: "Lu Zhuo, you actually have the qualifications to practice, and if you were lucky enough to meet a preacher in your early years, your future will be great. It's a pity that you met your master Wang Dui and turned to martial arts and wasted his wealth. ”

Lu Zhuo smiled and was about to speak when the old man waved his hand and interrupted Lu Zhuo, "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything right now. That's because you, Lu Zhuo, have never seen the demeanor of the gods on the mountain with your own eyes. Qi Jinglong, of course, is not in the same realm." To be honest, he and you are just friends who met by chance in the world, and Qi Jinglong is a little freak who is not a scholar but is better than a scholar, so you don’t really know about mountain cultivation."

Lu Zhuo was speechless.

The old man continued: "Furthermore, your martial arts talent, Lu Zhuo, is really average, very average. So your martial arts bottlenecks are real obstacles. You can't get over it now, and you may not be able to get over it in your lifetime."

Lu Zhuo sighed, feeling a little sad, "Grandpa Wu, I know this best in my heart."

The old man also felt a little sad for no reason, "There are so many children in the villa, and I am actually most optimistic about your character, so I let you accidentally get the boxing book. But many things in the world are so helpless. It's not that you, Lu Zhuo, are a good person. You can have a smooth life. When you were young, you couldn't compare to your senior sisters and brothers. When you grow up, you can still only watch your junior brothers and sisters ride away in a hurry. When you grow old and die, you can't even mention their disciples and your nephews. , you still can't compare. So whether you are disappointed or not, I am very disappointed, not in people's hearts, but in the world."

Lu Zhuo was a little shocked. He held the lantern and opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't say a word.

The old man turned his head and looked at Lu Zhuo, "Lu Zhuo, one last question for you, do you mind if you spend your whole life doing nothing, being a manager of a villa, and having nothing to do with your success year after year?"

Lu Zhuo thought about it carefully and said with a smile: "It doesn't really matter, I will just be the housekeeper of the villa."

The old man nodded, "Very good. Don't underestimate yourself. With people like you here, doing small things, there will be greater hope in the world, and there will be great feats. So, my previous That disappointment is not worth mentioning. Lu Zhuo is the hope of this world. Wu Fengjia seems very shameless to say such big words to a bad old man who sweeps the villa, right? "

Lu Zhuo smiled. He didn't want to say anything against his will or hurt the old man's heart, so he had to compromise and said, "It's okay."

The old man laughed heartily. At this moment, there was no sign of decay and senility in his appearance.

The eagle stands as if sleeping and the tiger moves as if it is sick. This is where he grabs and bites people.

"Since you have passed my xinxing test, it's time for you to change your path and climb higher. You shouldn't waste your energy in trivial matters!"

The old man said: "I am leaving the villa tonight. I have been hiding for many years, and it is time to make an end. I left two letters in the accounting room, a valuable mountain weapon and a secret book of the fairy family. One letter for you Leave it to Wang Dun, let’s talk about you as a disciple. He has been delayed for many years and it’s time to let go. Take a letter with you and go to Qi Jinglong. In the future, you can practice and be a god on the mountain! A man who is willing to be the housekeeper of the mountain village with peace of mind A lifetime of Lu Zhuo can bring greater hope to the world, so a Lu Zhuo who climbs mountains, practices Taoism, and practices swordsmanship will naturally be more beneficial to the world."

Lu Zhuo looked stunned.

The old man grabbed Lu Zhuo's head with one hand and punched Lu Zhuo in the chest. Lu Zhuo was seriously injured on the spot. His soul was agitated, but he was speechless and in great pain.

"Everything else is fine. It's this coquettish temper that I dislike the most. If you, Lu Zhuo, don't fight for a place on the top of the mountain, are you going to give the road to those Qi practitioners who are worse than a bastard?!"

The old man stared at Lu Zhuo, who was about to faint, and said in a deep voice: "But if you want to embark on the path of spiritual practice, you can only cut off the Changsheng Bridge first, so that we can help you completely dispel that pure Qi! Don't worry, Changsheng The bridge is broken but not broken. My secret letter is enough for you to rebuild the bridge. After that, you may not even be able to continue practicing the Mountain Shaking Fist! Remember, grit your teeth and endure it, everything will be possible I hope. If I can’t survive it, I can just be able to be the housekeeper of the mountain village with peace of mind.”

When the old man let go of his hand, Lu Zhuo fell to the ground and the lantern in his hand fell to the ground.

Lu Zhuo vomited blood.

The old man knelt down and said with a smile: "Of course my name is not Wu Fengjia, it's just the name of a dead knight who traveled around the world when he was young. He died in order to save a little roadside beggar who was run over by a wheel. On the spot. That little lame man had been practicing boxing all his life just to prove one thing to his savior. In order to save an orphan covered in pus, a martial artist from the Four Realms risked his own life. This thing It’s worth it!”

Lu Zhuo only felt that the pure martial arts energy gradually dissipated, and the pain was unbearable. He still gritted his teeth and tried to listen carefully to every word of the old man.

The old man smiled and said: "I realized that a set of crude boxing skills is just mediocre in the eyes of ordinary people and not a genius. Looking back now, the boxing skills, punches, piles and punches recorded in the boxing manual are indeed ordinary, so it's time to concentrate on practicing boxing. It wasn’t until I was in my forties that I could publicly declare my revenge on the mansion of the most powerful person in the country. Everyone laughed at me for trying to shake a tree and not overestimating my abilities! Very good, my boxing skills are very good. The foundation of boxing intention lies in moving mountains and seas! It's a pity that you, Lu Zhuo, have been practicing boxing for many years, but you still can't get started and can't master the boxing intention. It doesn't matter, there are so many roads in the world. You, Lu Zhuo, are just a good person. Are you my direct descendant? Disciple, it doesn’t matter much.”

Finally, the old man put his fingers together and bent them, and tapped Lu Zhuo's forehead lightly to make him fall asleep. After all, Lu Zhuo no longer needed to continue his martial arts climb. It was meaningless to take this physical hardship or not, and his soul was agitated. Not stopping is the key to going up the mountain to practice Taoism in the future.

The old man in blue shirt and long coat stood up and murmured to himself: "My real name is Gu Mingyou."

The old man smiled and said: "Before we decide whether to live or die with the person named Ji from Yuanwei Mountain, I think I should go and meet that young man for a while. If he dies, it will be considered as returning my Mountain-Shaking Fist Book. If he doesn't die... Haha, it seems difficult."

The old man thought for a moment and sneered: "I'm not bullying anyone. Since you are competing for the strongest pure martial artist of the Sixth Realm, then I will suppress your realm and only punch as a... Nineth Realm martial artist."

On the plain.

Chen Pingan felt that something was getting more and more wrong.

A huge sense of crisis enveloped the world.

There is no way to avoid it, there is no way to escape.

This is the second time I have visited Luzhou in Beiju.

The first time was at the foot of Zhengrong Peak, where I encountered Ji Yue, the Sword Immortal of Yuanwei Mountain.

Chen Ping'an didn't have any panic, but felt calm in an instant.

Beyond the limit of Chen Pingan's vision, there was an old man wearing a green shirt and long coat, standing there, closing his eyes for a long time.

When he opened his eyes, he took a step forward.

quietly.

But a moment later, the ground was like spring thunder exploding on the ground.

Above the line.

Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes.

The two-sleeved talisman, the golden robe, the two flying swords, even if he is a swordsman, at this moment, they are purely external possessions of a martial artist and are destined to be of no use.

Chen Pingan trusts his intuition.

The other party is at least a mountain top level warrior!

The concentration and strength of the boxing intention is unbelievable.

Chen Pingan began to run forward in a straight line.

As soon as you retreat or evade, your boxing intention will be reduced by one point, and your chance of survival will be reduced by one point.

As soon as the fisting intention diminishes, it means giving up.

When walking in the world, giving up will often lead to death.

A punch exchange.

Chen Ping'an immediately flew backwards for dozens of feet, and suddenly landed on the ground. He still couldn't stop his retreat, and the boots on his feet directly polished off all the soles.

The whole body almost fell apart.

This was the first time that Chen Ping'an used the God-beating Drum Style, but his fist was cut off immediately after his intention!

But the man didn't move at all, strolling around the court, seemingly letting Chen Ping'an take a breath of pure Qi, follow him in a fluttering manner, and throw out another punch.

In fact, Chen Pingan, whose vision was blurred, was punched in the head again.

Fly out upside down.

There is no way to fight back.

The man wearing a green shirt and long coat had already jumped into the sky and punched down.

This punch hit Chen Ping'an in the heart.

A large pit appeared on the ground.

Chen Pingan fell to the ground covered in blood.

The meridians of flesh and blood, the limbs and bones, the acupoints of Qi Mansion.

All are on the verge of collapse.

The old man, who was at least a mountain-level martial artist, just stood on the edge of the top of the pit, with his hands behind his back, saying nothing and no longer punching, just overlooking the bloody man in the pit.

I saw the young man who was actually completely unconscious. First he moved a finger on his left hand slightly, and then he tried to put his elbow on the ground and struggled to get up.

The old man in green just looked indifferent, watching the young martial artist's subtle subconscious struggles.

It took half a stick of incense time for the young man to go from raising his elbows again and again to raise his back above the ground, to falling to the ground again and again, to being able to support his hands on the ground, and then to standing up unsteadily.

The old man sneered: "I'm standing here. As long as you can come up and punch me, you can live."

The young man, who had actually lost consciousness and only had a little bit of his life aura left, bowed his head, swayed his arms, and staggered forward.

The twenty-some steps out of the slope of Dakeng were like a child carrying a huge basket on his back, climbing a mountain to collect herbs under the scorching sun.

Climbing higher and higher, the young man with bloodstained face just raised an arm.

The old man said calmly: "Sorry, you still have to die."

Raising one hand and swinging it away with a punch, the old man in a green shirt and long coat with cloth shoes punched the young man in front of him back to the bottom of the pit.

The old man walked down the pit step by step and sneered: "The older you get and the higher your realm, the more afraid of death you are? No wonder after the short-lived appearance of the strongest three realms, the four realms and five realms failed to compete for the word strongest! Since So, I think you’d better die, it’s not good to give that bit of martial luck to anyone, and if it’s given to someone like you, I feel like the boxing manual is dirty.”

The half-dead man was silent.

The old man frowned, then lowered his head and saw the man moving his fingers slightly again.

The old man smiled.

very good!

It can be said that he is dead, but his fist spirit is still alive.

This is a small thing.

This is the most unfaithful meaning in the world!

The old man laughed loudly.