Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan opened his eyes, and four flying swords appeared in unison almost instantly. The first day of junior high school is asking for credit, the fifteenth day is still well-behaved, pine needles and cough thunder are after all imitation swords, although they have been practiced, they are still far from being so spiritual.

The small house has the most familiar smell of medicine.

Looking at the sky outside the window, it is approaching dusk.

Closing his eyes, he felt the fuzzy atmosphere of the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the distance, and then opened his eyes, Chen Ping put away his flying sword, immersed in the small world of his body, and checked the aftermath of the great battle, mainly inspecting the four key acupoints.

In the battle of monks, catching and fighting, if the natal Qi Palace becomes the ruins of those similar to the ruins of the battlefield, the Dao will be damaged at all.

It's just that the moment Xin Shen Zi appeared, a menacing fire dragon swam towards him. On the dragon's head stood the little golden man, still wearing a Confucian shirt, with a sword and a golden scripture. A little bald head.

The little golden man stood on top of the fire dragon, staring at Chen Pingan vigorously, ready to go.

Chen Pingan bluffed and said: "Don't scold others, I will be so cruel that I even scold myself."

That little bald head still cares about this? Cursed endlessly.

Chen Pingan couldn't really scold the golden villain, so he had to pretend to be deaf and dumb. After all, without it to help patrol the small world, control the true energy of a pure martial artist, and not interfere with the operation of the aura of the Qi Palace, otherwise Chen Pingan After such a big battle, the mind sleeps like a small death, the martial arts true energy and the monk's spiritual energy, the two sides are already fighting in full swing in Xiaotiandi, then it will be worse, and there will be endless troubles.

On the side of the water mansion, the aura has been completely exhausted, the water patterns on the murals are dim, and the small pond has dried up, but the foundations of the watermarks, painted murals, and small ponds have not been damaged. For repairs, for example, some of the paint on the mural was peeling off, and many of the unstable portraits of the water gods became more and more precarious. Among them, the pure and bright golden light of the water gods that seemed to have been dotted was also somewhat dim.

The whole water mansion seemed a bit gloomy, the boys in green clothes had nothing to do, and it was difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. Looking up at Chen Pingan's mustard seed, they didn't complain on their mouths, all of them were frowning, and their eyes were full of resentment. Chen Pingan had no choice but to promise them that he would try his best to help supplement the household as soon as possible and restore the vitality here. The children in green clothes hung their heads and did not believe it.

On the other side of the gate of the water mansion, the little golden man sat cross-legged on the faucet, and stared at the boys in green clothes.

The listless little guys immediately got up and sent Chen Pingan off.

After leaving the water mansion, the little golden man began to ride the fire dragon again, chasing and cursing Chen Pingan.

The mountain temple and the wooden house are similar to the water mansion. You have to be a tinkerer, and slowly fill in the holes with the fairy money and the corresponding treasures of the five elements.

The damage to the three key acupoints and the natal object caused Chen Pingan to fall to the third level, so he is now a second-level monk.

The good news is that the Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi modified by Ah Liang is no longer irrelevant.

The first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year occupy two key qi houses, and continue to sharpen the sword with the Dragon Slaying Platform.

Of the first three points where the "very small, very small" sword energy lingers, only the last one remains, like an empty house, waiting for a vacant seat.

Just wait for Chen Pingan to give birth to a more veritable natal flying sword than the first day of the fifteenth day, and become a veritable sword cultivator.

Eighteen sword qi stopped at the last pass. The reason why he couldn't pass the pass for a long time was that the acupoint where the ray of sword qi was located had virtually become a "Bianguan Xiongzhen" that blocked the road and blocked the sword qi and iron cavalry.

Chen Ping suddenly laughed, the little bald head of the little golden man looked cute.

Never thinking about it together, Chen Pingan spit out a mouthful of stale air and blood as if he was immediately hit by a god-man beating a drum on his chest.

Hold grudges so much, who did you learn from? It should be the great disciple of Kaishan who learned from him.

Chen Pingan put on the boots, got out of bed and walked without hindrance.

Bai Momo, who had been guarding the corridor outside the house, said with a smile, "Master, are you awake?"

Chen Pingan opened the door and asked, "Mother Bai, how long have I been asleep?"

Bai Nanny said: "It won't be long, it's only been three days and three nights."

Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, "How is the battle at the top of the city?"

Bai Momo was even more cheerful, "It's strange to say that there was such a big battle before, but when it came to the real siege, it was still a small fight, and the number of routes was similar to the previous two sieges, so I died."

Chen Pingan hummed, turned around and moved a bench to the corridor, and sat down and chatted with Nanny Bai.

Nanny Bai's words, of course, eased his heart.

On the surface, the fact is that, after all, Nanny Bai will not talk nonsense on such a big matter, it's just the truth behind the scenes, it is impossible for Nanny Bai to be unaware of the suffocating feeling of the dark clouds overwhelming the city and the mountain rain coming.

Several battles with thunderous noise and little rain were all to gain momentum.

The appearance of those fourteen big monsters will definitely not just accompany the gray-clothed old man to take a few glances at the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Bai Momo looked at Chen Pingan with a calm expression, and joked, "Master, are you not in a hurry to go to the city?"

Chen Pingan said: "If you are not in a hurry, don't be in a hurry. After I recuperate a little, I can find a way to cover up people's eyes, so I can go to the city to help. Otherwise, if I am by Ning Yao's side, even if it won't be a disservice, it will be more helpful than me. The expected result is much worse. At most two days, allow me to recover most of my combat power, and I can climb to the top of the city."

Bai Momo nodded and said: "That's right, my uncle is now the top three people on the list who must be killed. If you are not careful, you will attract the attention of one or two big monsters."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "The ranking has soared so high all of a sudden? The wild world values ​​a second-level Qi practitioner so much? I understand, it is really sinister. It is clear that they want to piss off Pang Yuanji, Qi Shou and Gao Yehou."

After Bai Momo smiled knowingly, she said with emotion: "I understand a lot of reasons. For example, helping my uncle to punch, you should be more serious, so that it will be beneficial, but after all, you can't be as cruel as Nalan Laogou. My uncle is too. I'm used to the rivers and lakes and have rich experience in fighting, so it's really not my turn to worry about it."

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "The chess game is new, no matter how dangerous the rivers and lakes are, no matter how fierce the fight on the mountain is, it is far from being comparable to the offensive and defensive battles on the Sword Qi Great Wall. It's a big deal. Not to mention that Nanny Bai is worried, I'm even more afraid, but it's because I'm afraid that nothing happens, so I think more about trivial things."

Chen Pingan stretched out his hands, drew a chessboard, and then drew a small piece of land in the middle of the chessboard, and said softly: "If it is such a big chessboard, the two sides of the game are the Wild World and the Great Wall of Sword Qi, then The gray-clothed old man is the chess player. He is powerful and has many chess pieces. The boss sword fairy is our chess player. I am low-level, and I will join the battlefield next. What I have to do is to hide as much as possible on the big chessboard , to show weakness, and quietly create a small chessboard that I can control. Under the big world, there is a small world. I sit in it, and the chances of winning are great, and accidents are small. So if it wasn't too hasty at the time, don't allow me to think too much, I I don't want to go out of the city to fight too early, I wish the beasts in the wild world, from the beginning to the end of the war, they don't know that there is a guy named Chen Pingan in the Great Wall of Sword Qi."

Having said that, Chen Pingan took out the Yangjian gourd, shook it, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, the moment I left the city, I got used to thinking more."

The bet between the boss sword fairy and the gray-clothed old man was actually quite mysterious.

It can even be said that it was Chen Qingdu's bet that made Chen Pingan decide the final strategy against the enemy almost instantly.

The reason is very simple, how much Chen Pingan weighs, the boss Sword Immortal can see everything at a glance, and may even see it more clearly than the elder brother.

Chen Qing looked at that young man's innocence, and he could see the general depth of it.

So Chen Pingan knew instantly, and he didn't have to be cruel to change his life with his opponent.

It shouldn't be thinking about survival, but about winning.

As for Li Zhen, he far overestimated his status in the heart of the old man in gray.

The disciple that the gray-clothed old man really wanted was a brand-new "Guanzhao" who completely changed his Dao heart and inherited all the sword intent at the same time.

As a manifested existence of the Dao of the Wild World, he attaches as much importance to his direct disciple Li Zhen as at most Ning Yao of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

As a pawn on the chessboard, without knowing that you are a pawn, it will be fatal if you don't try to fundamentally change the situation.

It should be taken as a warning.

First, Huaiqian who died in Beiju Luzhou, and then Lizhen who died under the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

One is the proud son of the gods of the Middle Earth Continent, and the other is the destiny of the wild world.

Chen Ping raised the sword-raising gourd, "Sneak a few sips of wine, definitely not too much, don't complain, mama."

Bai Momo looked kindly, and said slowly: "As long as you don't get drunk, it doesn't matter if you drink more. When you do things, no matter how big or small, you can always make people feel at ease."

After Chen Ping drank a few sips of wine, he coughed unceasingly, and quickly put away the Yangjian gourd.

The young master's little movement is not enough to make the old woman worry. After all, the greatest benefit of the young master in this battle is the warrior's physique.

That Mrs. Yu, probably from now on, as long as he has a fist fight with his uncle, he will hit the wall one more time.

Mother Bai asked in a low voice: "The world is in a catastrophe, how dangerous is it, why does my uncle take such a big risk."

It's just that after hearing from Nalan Yexing, the old woman still has lingering fears.

Chen Pingan said softly: "Before I traveled to Luzhou in Beiju, I am not unfamiliar with the sea of ​​clouds and heavenly calamity, and the good fortune of thunder pools. In fact, the avenues of the two are basically similar, and the rules are similar, so I will not be too busy when I deal with them. So many times, luck, I still have to talk about it. In that fight, Li Zhen actually thought a lot about it, but it was just luck, which was not good. Having said that, if I were Li Zhen, I fought with people in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Fighting, it is time to take "luck" and "overpowering" into account. In the final analysis, Li Zhen is still too...young. If Li Zhen has experienced the battle of Jianqi Great Wall, he will be older , Lizhen will be a terrible opponent."

Having said that, Chen Pingan laughed to himself.

Throw out fists and pass swords with all your strength, killing and leaving the truth.

After all, it is a happy thing.

The next Lizhen, who was pieced together by the soul of Tuoyue Mountain to reshape the body, is not Lizhen after all. He only talks about the "true self" of the soul, not the realm of cultivation.

From the truth to the truth, it really is that the name was not chosen well.

Chen Ping crossed his fingers and bumped his thumbs together. He seemed to be doing nothing. It wasn't that he wasn't in a hurry, it was just that he could hold back his thoughts.

The person who first taught him this kind of "mental method" was old man Yao, but the old man's words were too general and the words were not reasonable. On the side of Chen Pingan, who was only a kiln worker's apprentice rather than a disciple, the old man always cherished words like gold. So back then, Chen Pingan only thought about firing porcelain and drawing blanks, but at that time, the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and the more he worked, the more distracted he became. Because of his frail body, he always had high eyesight but low hand, quick mind and slow hand, and made mistakes every step of the way.

The person who really made Chen Pingan suddenly enlightened, who was able to apply a principle to thousands of things in life, was actually Ning Yao who traveled to Lizhu Cave for the first time.

On the road of life, if there is any problem, first suppress the emotion, and all thoughts will point to the crux.

Ning Yao's words and deeds are crisp and clear, never sloppy, but they don't make people feel the slightest ruthless, mean and cold.

So when he was studying during his travels, and saw the phrase "winter is lovely, summer is terrible" in a history book, Chen Pingan felt the same way.

On the other hand, Ma Kuxuan and his like are the favored sons of heaven, that is, in the scorching summer, when the sun hangs in the sky, it doesn't matter whether there will be a severe drought in the world, and the people will be miserable.

Life encounters will silently determine how close each person is to truth.

Some fall in love at first sight and fall in love at first sight.

Some are indifferent to seeing it, or even disgusted by seeing it.

No wonder Cui Dongshan once said with a smile that if he is willing to study people's original heart carefully and has the ability to see Yuanyu, there will be no unreasonable moodiness in the world. Walking on the post road, the speed is different.

Cui Dongshan revealed some secrets, saying that the purpose of what he learned was to set up nine relatively general outlines for vague concepts such as life and death, seven emotions and six desires, and then subdivide them into thirty-six detailed rules. In addition, there are three most fundamental calculation rules, which are criss-crossed with each other, which is actually a chessboard. What people think and think, every thought, is born and died on this chessboard, why it rises and why it falls, there is a reason to follow.

Cui Dongshan like this is of course scary.

Chen Pingan even had an intuition that as long as he defended Aquarius Island in the future, Cui Dongshan's growth rate would be faster and higher than that of the national teacher Cui Chan.

So Chen Ping needs to be more like a real gentleman.

Only teach Taoism and boxing to disciples, and the disciples have better talents, better opportunities, and from the day when they are higher than the master in Taoism and boxing skills, the relationship between the master and the disciples will often become complicated all of a sudden.

If you only teach the principles in the book to the students, and the teacher himself does not stand uprightly, how can you expect the students to respect the teacher sincerely when the students are highly educated?

Bai Momo laughed for no reason: "Young Master said that Li Zhen would be terrible when he grows up. Before Li Zhen died, he must have felt that Young Master was already a terrifying person."

Retribution came a little too quickly.

Chen Ping smiled bitterly: "I just hope that all opponents will think that Chen Ping is easy to talk and easy to bully."

Bai Momo got up and left, and said softly: "I won't delay my uncle's recovery. Miss told me that my uncle just needs to rest in peace of mind. On the other side of the city, she, Diezhang and Heitan can take care of themselves."

Chen Pingan nodded, stood up, and suddenly asked: "The fight between me and Lizhen, the detailed process, has it not been spread?"

Bai Momo smiled and said: "The sword fairies who watched the battle at the top of the city didn't say anything. But now in the city, there are really three versions, which are passed down from the mouths of Lu Duan, Miss Dong's family and Gu Jianlong. Yes. Which one do you want to hear, my aunt?"

Chen Ping'an felt dizzy for a while, and said, "I only listen to Gu Jianlong's version."

Bai Momo smiled and said: "This is not exciting enough. The story of that girl in Luduan is the most exaggerated. My uncle's storyteller is a true story. He is worthy of being my young disciple today. Just talking about the twenty years of Lizhen's body One piece of immortal weapon can be said to be worth several cups of tea.

The Dong family girl’s story is the longest, but Gu Jianlong’s version is the shortest, it’s very concise and to the point. It only said that on the battlefield, the second shopkeeper endured that little beast for a long time, and then he couldn’t help it anymore, so he Sneaky jumped out, hacked Lizhen to death with a sword. "Good guy, he made a damn big fortune afterwards. Under the eyes of everyone, in front of the sword fairy and the big monster, he groped his buttocks on the battlefield for a long time. The posture of the second shopkeeper was such that he could pull out a hoe and turn over the ground seven or eight times. Sure enough, there was no business in the world where the second shopkeeper would lose money. '. Uncle, these are Gu Jianlong's original words, I just copied them. "

Speaking of this, the old woman smiled from ear to ear.

In fact, there are some more humorous sayings, which the old mammy didn't say.

"As for the shame of our second shopkeeper, it's amazing. We lay down on the top of the city, with our face on the ground. I guess we don't need any sword fairy to fight against the enemy. We eat melon seeds on the bench, drink wine and watch the theater. Just go about your business. Anyway, let the barbaric world try its best to suck it up, fight for a hundred or eighty years, and you won't be able to get to the top of the city."

Gu Jianlong, who lives in Taixiang Street, was notorious for not shutting the door when he was a child, but he was not a bad person. Because of his family relationship, he was close to the small hill of Qishou since he was a child, but later he got along with Pang Yuanji and Gao Yehou. It's not bad either.

Chen Pingan walked beside the old woman with his arms around his sleeves, and said with a smile: "This Gu Jianlong is indeed the one called by the Flying Sword of Fate. Have a drink over there."

The old woman was also a little curious, "Is there an explanation?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "The little bastard always says that I'm too dark-spirited to sell wine and sit in the dealership. It's not about splashing dirty water."

The old woman held back her laughter, and echoed: "This is not quite right, I have to talk to him later."

Chen Pingan sent Mother Bai to the door, then walked quickly to the wing room where printed scores and folding fans were placed, and grabbed a large number of chess pieces from the chess jar on the table. The earliest carving knife carved with countless bamboo slips had been given away For student Cao Qinglang, I had no choice but to use Flying Sword Fifteen to engrave the characters.

After engraving on a chess piece, write down all the details in the memory on the paper.

At that time on the battlefield, after beheading Lizhen with one sword, crushing his head, shaking his soul, and finally pointing his sword at the gray-clothed old man, it was emotional, but not just emotional.

It is also for the sake of being fair and aboveboard, and to take a closer look at the big monsters, those strong men standing on the highest mountain peaks in the wild world.

Chen Ping himself planned to write a detailed booklet about the great monster in the wild world.

There are two books on the table, one is the Great Wall of Sword Qi and almost a sword cultivator has a copy, and the other is a copy that was left to Li Cai by Huang Tong, the head of the Taihui Sword Sect, and then copied by Qi Jinglong, and then left to Li Cai. Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping closed his eyes.

The boss sword fairy handed out the sword.

In fact, it is telling those sword immortals who have been hiding and dormant in foreign lands for many years, and those fellows who are doing similar things with the great sword immortal Yue Huang.

You can use the sword.

So after that sword.

To the south of the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the battlefield, the wild world began to be in chaos, and there was turmoil everywhere.

The sword fairy who kept his name incognito in the wild world did not reveal his identity as a sword fairy, but began to secretly collect the net, using various identities and appearances to set off a civil turmoil in the wild world.

There are also sword immortals who hide their names in the wild world and practice alone, according to a certain agreement when they left the Great Wall of Sword Qi, they quietly went to a certain place to gather together.

There are also some sword immortals who thought they had separated from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but changed their minds.

In the depths of the white clouds, the guest in the mountain, the sword fairy directly crushed the scabbard, held the sheathless sword, and went down the mountain.

There is a water town called Zeguo in the wild world, where a sword fairy rises with his sword.

There is a prosperous place that is not inferior to the capital of Haoran Tianxia Dynasty. The sword fairy closed the market shop, cut off the emperor's head with a sword, carried wine and controlled the sword, and went to the north.

There is the sword fairy who has sharpened his sword with volcanic lava for hundreds of years, laughs, puts his sword in its sheath, and returns to his hometown.

There is the old sword fairy who has established a sect in a foreign land, broke through the customs, and begged for death with the sword. Not for the Great Wall of Sword Qi, not for Chen Qingdu, but only for being a sword cultivator of the human race.

Chen Pingan didn't know about these things for the time being, and what he could do was just the things at hand.

As a packager who finished the business, he took out a white jade brand close at hand.

Earlier, the gray-clothed old man personally asked him to "take it as soon as he sees it", and Chen Pingan was not polite. Even if the other party didn't tell him, Chen Pingan would still be a bag picker.

At that time, the boss sword fairy did not stop, which means that the objects left on the battlefield at that time were not tampered with and can be picked up with confidence.

Most of the eighteen semi-celestial weapons and magic weapons that Li Zhen had set up in the formation, these key treasures of the formation, were destroyed.

It's just that broken treasures, no matter how fragmented they are, are still first-class natural treasures.

But there is also the relatively complete heavy treasure.

For example, there is only one Taoist seal of five thunders left.

Palm-sized and extremely heavy.

The material is unknown, it looks like jade but not jade, and it looks like wood but not wood.

There are very few seals in the collection of human books and figures, and there are very few seals with self-portraits carved by literati.

This method of printing, however, depicts many ancient gods such as Lei Jiang, Dian Mu, Feng Bo, Yu Shi, Yun Li, Ling Guan, Tianren and many other patterns.

The printed text is the sixteen-character worm and bird seal script: a cluster of five thunders, and a total of ten thousand dharmas. Cut off the five leaks, the cardinal of heaven and earth.

These sixteen characters can be regarded as exaggerated seal characters, and they are simply loud and breathless.

As long as one has practiced the orthodox Five Thunder Dharma, and is a Taoist Gaozhen who has truly cultivated the Dao, he can indeed claim that "this body is in harmony with the heaven and the earth, and all good fortune is in my palm."

Huang Zigui from the Heavenly Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain in Zhongtu is one of the best.

There is a world-renowned couplet, but it was not written by the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain himself, but presented by an outsider.

"From the palm of Feng Lei Yun Yu, thousands of Dharma doors are opened."

Chen Ping held the Taoist heavy weapon that "has only fallen to one level", and said with a smile: "The ancestor of Dashu and the Central Wuyan, you have the chance to restore the rank of the half-immortal soldier. Before you met someone You are not good, and you have a master who does not value loyalty, and now it is in my hands, you and I are both good luck. In the future, when I become the mountain god of the five realms in the majestic, and I have learned the thunder method, I can follow me Slay demons and eliminate demons."

Chen Ping wiped it with his sleeve, and then gently put it on the table. In the future, it can be refined and hung outside the gate of the wooden house, just like the bronze mirror hanging at the gate of the market in a small town to ward off evil spirits.

Take out another fairy family treasure that has also been reduced to a magic weapon, which is the bronze pagoda that imitates Bai Yujing.

Chen Ping'an was the happiest when he saw this thing and obtained it.

After the great refinement, it was placed in the mountain temple.

Chen Pingan didn't think much about opening up more key acupoints and shelving the monk's life. Now that he has become a second-level monk, it is useless to think too much.

Finally, there is the picture scroll with the ancient wooden shaft cracked and the picture broken. The eighteen sword immortals who are lifelike are the top sword cultivators in the history of the wild world.

It's a pity that the picture scroll is too damaged at the moment, and there is almost no appearance at all.

At the beginning, Chen Ping thought that he should not favor one person over another, and after refining, he could give it to the little golden man, but he never thought that he would suddenly feel a burst of angina in his heart.

What an uncle, I still look down on him and feel disgusted.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to change his mind and put it in the mountain temple together with the bronze pagoda.

Chen Pingan put away all the belongings, put them back within reach, walked out of the house, walked to the door of the small house, and walked back to the yard.

After all, I still don't worry about the city.

Then he started to walk the pile in six steps.

It's just that after walking a few times, even wearing a magic robe, it's still hard to hide the faint smell of blood.

How can it be easy for a monk to fall into trouble.

The reason why Chen Ping made unnecessary actions before was to ask whether the process of the fight had been leaked.

It has nothing to do with conspiracy or not.

It's just that Chen Pingan doesn't want too many people in the Great Wall of Sword Qi to know his other side.

During the process of the rising thunder pond and the falling cloud sea, the sky and the earth bordering each other, Chen Pingan's real body and Yinshen were actually confused at that time.

So at that time, Chen Ping'an was in a desperate situation, but he felt a kind of hearty joy.

As if life should be like this.

Sitting is restless, and it is difficult to feel at ease while walking.

Chen Ping had no choice but to sit in the house and engrave seals. Even if he earned money, he still had to pay back all the money to Jianqi Great Wall, but the process of earning money was a happy thing in itself. The knowledge here is not enough for outsiders.

There are many sword masters on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but there are not many scholars. Whether it is engraving seals or inscriptions on fans, those who hold knives and pens are not confident enough. If the engraving is poor or the writing is poor, it doesn't matter.

Chen Ping sat at the table, took out the Yangjian gourd, and took a sip of wine from time to time.

Holding Flying Sword Fifteen, a new stone seal as white as jade was engraved.

The side note is that there are no accidents in the world, and people are busy fighting for fame and fortune, so I am a fool.

Indian text: Go drink.

Carve another side.

The side note is that poet and poet since ancient times, wishing to kill a word of love, but I only hate love and worry not to come to the house, drink his mother's wine, get angry from the gall, smash the book with a stick, and smash the graceful words.

Sealed text: Sorrowful bachelor.

Carve another seal.

Side note: There is no money and no wine for the sword fairy to get drunk, and the graceful beauty suddenly has autumn fat.

Printed text: what to do.

Finally, engrave a seal.

Side note: Moss on the faint steps, Wang Sun shakes the fan. Burnt yellow vegetables on the side of the well, tears torrentially flowing.

Just as Chen Pingan was about to engrave the seal, he suddenly held the seal in his hand and kneaded it into a ball of powder.

Chen Ping took a deep breath.

He got up and left the house. In the dark, he went to the table in the main room to get the sword fairy.

Draw the sword out of its sheath, the moonlight is like water, shining on the sword body, as if washing the sword.

Chen Ping put the sword in its sheath, instead of carrying the sword, but hung it on his waist, then sacrificed the amulet boat and went to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Heroes kill thieves, sword cultivators kill demons, how can I not be fascinated by it, so fuck it.