Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan relaxed his hands and took a step back so that he could look at her carefully.

She was still wearing a dark green robe, she was taller, but not by much, she was not as tall as him now.

She blushed slightly, and the sum of all the mountains and rivers in Haoran Tianxia was not as good as her beautiful eyebrows and eyes. Chen Pingan could even see herself in her eyes.

She raised her eyebrows, "Chen Pingan, are you promising?"

Chen Pingan answered irrelevantly, and said softly, "I haven't dared to miss you too much these years."

Ning Yao was just about to speak.

Someone blew a whistle on the screen wall behind him. It was a fat man squatting on the ground. There were several heads hidden behind the fat man, like peacocks spreading their tails, each of them staring at the gate.

Just as Ning Yao was about to make a move, Chen Pingan grabbed a hand and held it tightly, "This time, you have to stay longer, and you won't leave even if you chase me away."

A woman whispered: "Sister Ning's ears are all red."

Ning Yao pulled Chen Pingan in front of her suddenly, elbowed him on the chest, and broke free from Chen Pingan's hand. She turned her head and strode towards the screen wall, saying, "I didn't agree."

Chen Ping grinned his teeth, this was really heavy, rubbed his heart, and quickly followed without him closing the door. An old servant with cloudy eyes smiled and nodded, and closed the mansion door silently.

Everyone at the corner of the screen wall has already stood up.

Chen Ping walked side by side with Ning Yao, and greeted those people with a smile, "Yan Zhuo, Dong Huafu, Diezhang, Chen Sanqiu, hello."

That burly fat man is named Yan Zhuo, he is the first son of the Yan family. The status of the Yan family in the Great Wall of Sword Qi is equivalent to the household department of the secular dynasty. Excluding the private channels of those big families, the Yan family manages nearly half of the supplies. To put it simply, the Yan family is rich, very rich.

Dong Huafu, this surname is enough to explain everything. He is a dark and capable young man with scars all over his face and a dull expression. He never likes to talk and only likes to drink. Saber is a very powdery red makeup. He has an older sister with an even weirder name called Dong Bu, but she is a congenital sword embryo that is well known in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. The hidden official was directly knocked out, and dragged him back to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

A slender one-armed woman with a big sword on her back against Zhenyue.

She was born in the back alleys of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. She didn't have a surname, so she was called Diezhang. When she was young, A Liang met her and often asked her to help buy wine. After going back and forth, she became acquainted, and gradually got to know friends like Ning Yao and the others. . Now he owes a lot of wine debts for Ah Liang.

The last person is an extremely handsome son named Chen Sanqiu, who is also a well-deserved son of a family name. He has been secretly in love with Dong Huafu's sister Dong Bu since he was a child, and his infatuation will not change. Chen Sanqiu had a sword hanging on his left and right waists, but the sword had no sheath, and the seal script on the body of the sword was the simple word "cloud pattern". There is a sheath sword called scriptures.

The fat man in the lead pinched his throat, imitating Ning Yao and said softly: "Who are you?"

Ning Yao stopped, glanced at the fat man, and said nothing.

Chen Pingan asked Ning Yao softly, "Golden Core Swordsman?"

Still before Ning Yao spoke, Chen Sanqiu said with a smile: "Anyway, Fatty Yan is not a Qi practitioner of the four realms, nor is he that stupid pure martial artist."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "It's okay to look down on me, but it's not okay to look down on Ning Yao."

Fatty Yan pouted his buttocks, and bumped Dong Heitan behind him, "Did you hear that, the master of martial arts in the four realms was already on top of our city back then, and he seems unhappy."

Ning Yao frowned and said, "There is no end."

Fatty Yan raised his hands, quickly glanced at the sleeves of the young man in blue, and said aggrievedly: "It was Chen Sanqiu who pushed me to be the first bird. I have no problem with Chen Pingan. There are a few pure warriors, young , you can fight three times with Cao Ci, I am too late to admire it. But I really want to be fair, the monks of the Talisman Sect, in our place, are the most despised heretics after pure martial arts. Chen Pingan, in the future When you go out, don’t bring so many talismans in your sleeves, no one here buys these things. There’s no way, the people on the Great Wall of Sword Qi are poor and remote, and they haven’t seen the big world.”

Ning Yao showed a gloomy expression.

Fatty Yan immediately shrunk his almost invisible neck.

In fact, they had a good or bad impression of Chen Pingan, and they really didn't want to bully others.

It's just that Ning Yao is too special in their minds.

On the side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there is a natural barrier with that Haoran Tianxia.

Together with Yan Zhuo, plus Chen Sanqiu and the others, they all knew that there was nothing wrong with that Chen Pingan, and there was nothing wrong with him, but all the peers of Jianqi Great Wall, as well as some elders who had a close relationship with the Ning and Yao surnames, They are not optimistic about the future of Ning Yao and a foreigner, not to mention that the boy who practiced boxing on the top of the city back then, the biggest story left behind is nothing more than losing three games in a row to Cao Ci. Furthermore, compared to the morals of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the cultivators of Haoran Tianxia live a more stable life. Ning Yao has grown extremely fast. Between them, the realm is similar, and the killing power is equal!

Chen Ping said with a smile: "There is a chance to learn from each other."

Yan Zhuo glanced at Ning Yao, shook his head like a rattle, "Don't dare."

Ning Yao said softly: "You're only at the sixth level, so don't pay attention to them, these guys are full."

Chen Pingan suppressed a smile, "It's a bit difficult to pretend to be a distant traveler, but what's so difficult about pretending to be a martial artist in the six realms."

In the end, Ning Yao hit his waist again with an elbow, and said angrily, "Is it fun to lie to me?"

This time I was really angry.

Yan Zhuo was silent for a while.

Chen Ping grabbed her hand and said softly: "I'm used to going out to travel far away under pressure. If I were in Haoran Tianxia, ​​I would be a five-realm martial artist right now, and I can't tell the truth in ordinary long-distance travel. Ten It was a year-long agreement, and I agreed that I must enter the golden body state before I can come to see you, do you think I can't do it? I'm very angry."

Ning Yao looked at him, are you Chen Pingan angry? So what's up with your smile? It makes sense for the villain to file a complaint first, right? Ning Yao stared blankly at the unfamiliar yet very familiar Chen Pingan in front of him. He hadn't seen him for nearly ten years. He wore a jade hairpin on his head, wore a green shirt, and still carried a sword on his back. Would Ning Yao not be clear about the customs and customs in the world? Back then, she traveled all over the territory of Jiuzhou by herself. Didn't she know that a man with a slightly better appearance would always meet such a confidante if he took a few more steps along the rivers and lakes? Especially such a young martial artist with a golden body is rare in Haoran Tianxia. As for his stubborn temper like Chen Ping's, it might be because of some shameless women's hearts.

Although Chen Pingan didn't know what Ning Yao was thinking at all, his intuition told him that if he didn't do something or say something, he probably would die.

But when Chen Ping'an carefully looked at her eyes, he didn't say anything. He just lowered his head slightly, touched her forehead, and called softly: "Ning Yao, Ning Yao."

Between heaven and earth, there is nothing else.

Only Miss Ning.

Ning Yao turned his head, slapped Chen Pingan's head away, and stared, "Chen Pingan, are you a ghost?"

Chen Pingan was also a little embarrassed.

Yan Zhuo turned his head and said with a mournful face: "I admit defeat, I can't bear it, I really can't bear it."

Chen Sanqiu rolled his eyes vigorously, and muttered: "I have an ominous premonition, it feels like that naughty Ah Liang is back."

It is rare for Dong Huafu to speak: "If you like it, you will like it. If you are not in the realm, you are considered an egg."

Diezhang nodded, "I also think it's pretty good, and it's a surprisingly good match with Sister Ning. But what should the two of them do when they go out in the future? Now that there is no battle to fight, many people are just in a hurry, and it is easy to stab people. Could it be that Sister Ning took Let him hide in the house all the time, or go to the top of the city to stay in a sneaky way? This is not going to happen."

Chen Pingan suddenly said to them: "Thank you for always being by Ning Yao's side."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists heavily, his eyes were clear, and his smile was bright and sunny, "I should have said this when I was on the top of the city that year. I owe you nearly ten years."

Die Zhang smiled and didn't speak.

Chen Sanqiu hummed, "It's a pity that Ning Yao has looked down on me since he was a child, otherwise you would cry and fall outside the door this time."

Yan Zhuo raised his hands, patted his cheek lightly, and said with a smile, "It's kind of a conscience."

Dong Huafu asked, "Can I drink?"

Ning Yao said, "What kind of wine are you drinking?!"

Dong Huafu said, "If he doesn't drink, I will."

Ning Yao took Chen Pingan to a square, and saw the Zhanlongtai stone cliff as big as a house.

There is a climbing step dug out by the sword fairy himself, and everyone climbs up one by one, and there is a slightly crude small gazebo on it.

Ning Yao glanced at the one-armed girl carrying the great sword Zhenyue.

Diezhang blinked, got up as soon as he sat down, and said he had something to do.

Chen Sanqiu and Yan Zhuo also found their own reasons, but Dong Huafu was stupid and still sat there, saying that he was fine.

In the end, Chen Sanqiu put his arms around his neck and dragged him away.

There were only two people sitting opposite each other.

Chen Ping clenched his hands into fists and placed them lightly on his knees.

Without Yan Zhuo and the others, Ning Yao felt a little more at ease.

Ning Yao asked: "Over the years, has there been a girl who likes you?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Yes. But I have never been tempted. It was before and it will be in the future."

Ning Yao asked again: "How many?"

Chen Pingan was dumbfounded.

Ning Yao continued: "Which ones?"

Chen Ping was dumbfounded.

Never thought Ning Yao said: "I don't care."

Chen Pingan was speechless.

Ning Yao turned his head and looked at the bottom of Zhanlongtai, "Bai Nai, is this guy really a martial artist at the golden body level?"

As far as Ning Yao could see, besides the old servant who closed the door, there was also a tall old woman, and the two old people stood side by side.

The old woman smiled and nodded: "Young master Chen is indeed a warrior of the seventh realm, and his background is excellent, beyond imagination."

Chen Pingan said softly: "I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Ning Yao ignored Chen Ping'an, and said to the two elders, "Mother Bai, Grandpa Nalan, you go."

The old woman hesitated for a moment, with a smile in her eyes, which seemed to be a little questioning, but Ning Yao shook her head slightly, and the old woman smiled and nodded, and left with the staggering old man.

Chen Pingan asked: "Is Mother Bai the master of the Mountain Top Realm?"

Ning Yao nodded, "It used to be a stop, but for me, it fell."

Chen Ping suddenly asked: "Is there anyone around your age who is already a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator?"

Ning Yao sneered and said, "I'm not a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator for the time being, who can?"

Chen Pingan hummed.

This answer is very girl Ning.

Ning Yao frowned and asked, "Why do you ask this?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Nothing."

Ning Yao reminded: "The sword cultivators on the Great Wall of Sword Qi are not comparable to Haoran Tianxia."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I know it in my heart. You used to say that Beiju Luzhou is worth visiting. Before I came here, I just went there and learned the ability of the sword cultivator there."

Ning Yao snorted, his brows slightly stretched, and it fell into someone's eyes, perhaps it was the scene of willow branches on that moon.

Chen Pingan twisted his wrist, took out a thick book that he had bound into a volume, and was about to get up, and sat down to Ning Yao.

Ning Yao said, "You sit over there."

Chen Ping stretched out his hand to scratch his head, and gently tossed out the book with one hand, "When I went to Tongye Continent with the sword of the boss sword fairy on my back, the old man reminded me that I had better bear it, and don't send letters casually." Going to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, distracting you, and worrying about an accident, because of me, I will keep you in mind. So whenever I have time, I will write down the mountains and rivers I have seen and heard over the years. You can read it, everyone Everything, big and small, is written down, some are recorded more carefully, and some are only written in general."

Ning Yao took the book and began to read this book of landscape travel written by Chen Pingan himself.

Chen Ping sat for a while, and seeing that Ning Yao was engrossed in watching, he simply lay down and closed his eyes.

In the small gazebo, there is only the sound of flipping books.

At first he was still thinking about things, but before he knew it, Chen Pingan really fell asleep.

Ning Yao raised her head occasionally to glance at the familiar guy. After finishing reading, she put the book on the bench as a pillow and lay down gently, but kept her eyes open.

In the night, she finally turned sideways quietly and stared at him.

Ning Yao raised her head slightly, clasped her hands together, and placed them lightly on the book, with one cheek against the back of her hands. She said softly, "After you left, I found Grandpa Chen, and asked him to cut off the thorns between you and me. The marriage line arranged by others, Grandpa Chen asked me, do I really want to do this? What if I really don’t like it? I, Ning Yao, don’t like you, and you, Chen Pingan, don’t like me either. What should I do? I said, No, I, Ning Yao, don't care who I don't like. No one can stop me if I like someone. Grandpa Chen asked again, what about Chen Pingan? Wanli, will it just go further and further away and never come back again? I will answer for you, it is impossible, Chen Pingan will definitely come to me, even if he no longer likes it, he will definitely tell me in person. But I'm actually scared, I like you more, but you don't like me anymore."

Ning Yao stopped talking and fell asleep slowly.

Chen Pingan opened his eyes, got up gently, and sat beside Ning Yao.

Looking up, it is the three rounds of heaven and the moon, bowing the head, it is a sweetheart.