Sword of Coming

Ning Yao went back to the Ning Mansion alone, saying that he was practicing swords in seclusion.

The rest of the people had a drink at the Diezhang wine shop. Fan Dache had already resigned to his fate and borrowed money to treat them.

The wine was drunk very quickly, Chen Sanqiu and others had already gone home, Guo Zhujiu flew all the way to see the small bamboo box, long time no see, I miss it very much.

In the end, only the big shopkeeper and the second shopkeeper of the wine shop were left, as well as many drunkards who came to satisfy their cravings. The peaks were busy with business, and Chen Ping'an squatted on the side of the road drinking.

Yu Xiefu and Na Zhu Mei even came here to drink.

Yu Xifu carried the jug and walked towards Chen Pingan. Jianxiu, who was beating the fart beside the second shopkeeper, immediately gave up his position with a smile, and each one was more understanding than the other.

Yu Xifu was sitting on the steps beside her, and Zhu Mei was standing not far away. After all, a young girl couldn't learn how to behave like Sister Zaixi.

Yu Xuanfu asked: "Chen Pingan, is your boxing technique widely spread in Aquarius Continent?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "There are very few people who learn it, and there are only a handful of people. It is a small type of boxing based on the number of people who learn boxing. From the perspective of the level of boxing, it is a big type of boxing."

Yu Yufu nodded, "Chen Pingan, strive to enter the remote realm as soon as possible. You and Cao Ci don't talk about geniuses or not. On the road of martial arts, even if you are ahead, it is not a bad thing, at least for me. That’s right. Don’t be like those cultivators on the mountain, just walk on the single-plank bridge.”

Chen Pingan raised his wine bowl and said with a smile, "Together."

After drinking the wine, Yu Xie left with Zhu Mei.

Chen Pingan greeted the child Taoban and returned to Ning Mansion, but when he got to the gate, he suddenly told Mother Bai who was waiting at the gate that he wanted to go back to the city.

Driving the talisman boat, leaving the city, below are the private houses of sword immortals.

When we got to the top of the city, we first went to see the elder brother.

After expressing his own thoughts, he laughed left and right and said, "It's best to think so, and save me some trouble. How much can you do with your current level of cultivation? In the end, the overall situation is going to be the way you want to go. Those stitches are done with good intentions, but they are limited to this and are not very useful. But before that, I have a question to ask you, not to mention the realm and identity, but only one possibility, if you die here , you can defend the Great Wall of Sword Qi, will you die or not?"

Chen Pingan remained silent.

Left and right said: "Anyway, it's just an impossible possibility, so you just know what the answer is in your heart. Don't compete with yourself, how to compete with the world, don't think that you think too much, it is a bad thing, our Confucianism says that a thing has The beginning and the end, things have a beginning and end, knowing the sequence, is the shortest way. Buddhism has that first step, gradual enlightenment, and sudden enlightenment. Taoism also has a saying of accumulating millet. Take your time."

Chen Ping overlooked the southern battlefield, and said softly: "Brother's teachings, keep in mind."

I thought of something left and right, "You must not slack off in studying. Let me give you two more questions. Think about why Buddhism and Taoism have such a big difference in how they treat the shaping of gods? Then there are the four great Bodhisattvas of Buddhism, Wisdom , compassion, practice, and power of vows. Do you think it is better and the best if you follow Mr.’s order of theory, what is the order? Wisdom comes first, compassion arises from the heart, and then practice? Have a compassionate heart first, make great wishes, and then gain wisdom in practice? Think for yourself, think more."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Okay."

Then he smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, this is not a small problem."

Left and right said: "On my side, it's just a small problem. On the husband's side, it's not a problem."

Chen Ping bid farewell and left, with a slight change of heart, he didn't go to the hut to find the boss sword fairy.

Instead, there was one more thing that Chen Pingan needed to do.

Left and right frowned and said: "Can't you be quicker? Do you have to torment my little brother like this?"

If it weren't for the boss sword fairy, the swordsmanship is really high, and the left and right will say what kind of onion you are.

Chen Qing came to the left and right sides, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "It's good to have the best swordsmanship, and I feel refreshed every day."

As far as Chen Qing could see, it was a small world far away.

In the small world, there is a serious school, a man in a Confucian shirt is preaching to the boys and girls.

Let me first talk about the opening of the mountain in the field of poetry, and take the two sentences of the sun at the end of the day and the spring grass growing in the pond as examples. The two sentences seem to be simple and straightforward, but in fact they occupy the scenery and leave no room for future generations.

This Confucian scholar's alias is Zhou Mi, behind him is a landscape screen with golden and green landscape techniques, and on the desk in front of him, there are books and literati's confessions, including the four treasures of the study, and nine small pieces including the paperweight and ink bed.

The more flashy the spiritual weapon, the more it might just be a miscellaneous literary play on the top of an ordinary fairy house in the Haoran world, the more it will be regarded as a treasure by many monster monks in the wild world.

This Zhou Mi was the second-highest demon in the Gujing Abyss, second only to the gray-clothed old man, and even higher than the bearded man Liu Cha with a knife and a sword behind him.

He is known as the "sea of ​​learning" in the wild world, and Tuoyue Mountain in learning.

Read a lot of books, learn everything, learn everything, and learn a lot. Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, various schools of thought, poetry, arithmetic, calligraphy, painting, epigraphy, phonology and exegesis are all very good.

Zhou Mi calls himself an old bookworm, and is also known as an old fox who reaches the sky.

Among the disciples, Shouchen, Caiying, Tongxuan, Tongyin, Yuzao, and Liubai who applied for the tent are all among the seeds of Baijianxian now.

In addition, a large group of earlier disciples are now well-known military strategists, merchants, and artisans.

Zhou Mi's disciples, all the surnames can only be given after the Great Wall of Sword Qi is broken.

In fact, the person responsible for writing this genealogy is Zhou Mi.

According to legend, Bai Ying, the great demon with withered bones in history, once asked curiously, "Does Mr. Zhou want to be the master of culture and education in our world?"

Zhou Mi replied with a smile, "Not enough."

Zhou Mi talked about some trivial knowledge about being innocent and being sophisticated in life today, and it took another half an hour to talk about it.

Moreover, he often asks the answers of the students first, and then Zhou Mi, as the master, gives his own answer. If someone solves the problem brilliantly, Zhou Mi will directly present a book and confession. "Mountain Endless" book collection seal.

When Zhou Mi first started preaching, he told all the first-generation disciples straight from the point of view that scholars in the world no longer feel that the truth is valuable. Of course, they have their own reasons. The right and wrong, good and bad, are very complicated, but Scholars in the wild world are far from reaching that level, and they are not qualified to be reasonable to everyone, because their foundation is too poor, so at the beginning of their studies, they must be respectful. All of Zhou Mi's disciples have only one thing to do in school, which is to copy the classics of various schools of thought every day.

The last question for today is to talk about that person and time carefully.

This involves a fundamental purpose, Zhou Mi firmly believes that the monster race has opened its eyes and transformed into a human form, but only after reading the book can one be considered a human being.

With a smile on his face, Zhou Mi narrated the thoughts in his heart.

Before the age of ten, time is like the slow flow of a stream, so slow that it seems that I will not grow up in my whole life, and I can't see the scenery in the distance.

After the age of twenty, I don't care about the passage of time at all, and I can go as fast or slow as I want, and even if I look at it more than once, I feel like I'm in a hurry.

After the age of thirty, time began to run wildly, catching pedestrians by surprise.

After forty years old, like the rolling river that is about to enter the sea.

After the age of sixty, there was another sudden change. The quiet lake was still.

On his deathbed, it was like a waterfall falling suddenly into a deep pool.

Some disciples listened with comprehension, and some disciples didn't pay much attention to it.

Zhou Mi didn't make a distinction because of this, but just smiled and said: "The purer the knowledge, the less substantial it looks on the surface, but from my personal point of view, the real authority in the world is not in a high position or a hard fist. , but a person, how many people's hearts can really be affected. It doesn't matter if you can listen to it, it's very good, if you don't listen to it, it doesn't matter. There is a chance to go up step by step. The scenery on the avenue is superb, and when you reach the world of Haoran, you can pick it up."

When Zhou Mi said this, he turned his head to look at the opposite screen of the mountains and rivers. In fact, he was looking at a certain place on the top of the Sword Qi Great Wall, and said with a smile: "The sky is high without eyes and ears, and the ground without words is warm-hearted."

Chen Qingdu smiled and said, "You are still far from establishing a religion and calling yourself the ancestor."

In the night, a dull man came to Jingjian Pavilion from the Great Wall of Sword Qi through the newly opened gate of the upside-down mountain.

The person who accompanied her was Yan Peck's father, who played a trick on his eyes, and Yan Ming, the patriarch of the Yan family who had done business with Haoran World Transcontinental Ferry for countless years.

Jingjian Pavilion has closed its doors to thank visitors, so only two people walked in it, and the dull man began to pick off the picture scrolls of sword immortals and collect them.

The Patriarch of the Yan family said: "Chen Ping'an, help me carve a seal. I'll send the plain seal to Ning Mansion for Yan Peck to send to Ning Mansion. The labor cost is one grain rain. You don't need to think about the printed text, just five characters. Going to the city is like going to the grave."

Chen Ping just put away a picture scroll, thought for a while, and asked, "Can you add five more words?"

Yan Ming smiled and said, "How do you say it?"

Chen Pingan said: "When the sword comes out, the wine is sacrificed."

Yan Ming was silent for a moment, then nodded, "I won't let you engrave five more characters for nothing, two Gu Yu coins."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "Uncle Yan, you don't need to pay."

Yan Ming asked: "You don't like it? So why don't you?"

Chen Pingan was speechless.

Yan Ming motioned Chen Pingan to keep busy, walked aside, and said indifferently: "Scholars, if you can punch and strike at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, if you can speak, you can speak more conscience. If I am not a businessman, I should feel that everyone I need to give you money for every word."

Chen Ping carefully put away each scroll.

Why did the boss Sword Immortal ask him to do this, and why he came to Jingjian Pavilion to retrieve all the sword fairy scrolls? Chen Pingan couldn't guess, couldn't figure it out.

Just do it.

The two walked out of the gate of Jingjian Pavilion together. When Chen Ping walked down the steps, he suddenly said, "Uncle Yan, can I sit down for a while?"

Yan Ming nodded and said, "I'll wait for you at the gate, don't stay too long."

After Yan Ming left.

In the dead of night, there is only one moon in the sky of Haoran Tianxia.

Chen Pingan was alone, sitting on the steps, in a daze.

When you like someone, you take care of her for the rest of your life, and give your life to her.

I go first and she is the last to see. She went first and was the last to see me.

Can you find a friend and drink the best wine, which is not too expensive. Drink the worst wine and have fun.

Can you keep some dead people alive in your heart, as long as you think of their words and deeds, you will feel that you are not doing well enough.

Growing up is not a slow change of time, not going from one place to another, it is often just a moment.

Wherever the mind goes, where the flying sword goes, the body, mind and life are free.

But how should one become a sword cultivator?

I don't know why, the ancient remnants of the sword spirit of the Great Wall of Sword Qi seem to have never favored him, Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping let out a breath, stood up, and made up his mind, even if he didn't have a very suitable natal object, he would make do with it once, gather the attributes of the five elements, and return to the third realm of Qi practitioners, the willow tendon realm, no matter what.

However, this move is tantamount to pulling back seedlings on the road of practice. After that, it is estimated that it will be a good place to stay.

Quietly return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi with Yan Ming.

Chen Pingan, according to the previous explanation of the boss sword fairy, handed over the close-up object that hides all the scrolls to Yan Ming, and Chen Pingan returned to Ning Mansion first.

On the other side of the city, Chen Qing put away the thing close to Chen Ping'an. Instead of opening the thing close to him and taking out all the sword fairy scrolls, he cast a taboo spell and threw it back to Yan Ming, saying: "Also To that kid, just say that there is a small problem with the close thing, and it cannot be opened for the time being, and we will talk about it later."

Yan Ming bit the bullet and left the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Qingdu stood and sat with the left and right, looking into the distance together.

Chen Qingdu suddenly asked: "Your little brother, is he a fool? The last attribute of the Five Elements was already there, so why didn't you refine it?"

Left and right said: "It was the handwriting of Huolong Daoist, and it also involved the fundamental true energy of a pure martial artist. With Chen Pingan's current state, it is impossible to separate it. If you are not careful, you will lose everything. Chen Qingdu, Don't make sarcastic remarks here. Could it be that you have become the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Qi practitioners who have fallen three times in a row, and pure warriors who have fallen one more level, will you be satisfied?"

Chen Qingdu smiled and said, "You, big brother, do you eat dry food? Doesn't this help?"

This sentence is very poignant, because left and right really can't do it.

The sword skill is too high, and the sword energy is too much. On the contrary, it is easy to collide with the buried object of the real fire dragon, making Chen Pingan's entire personal world into a tragic battlefield.

To be honest, in Jianqi Great Wall, as long as Chen Qing didn't do it, no one could do it.

But asking Chen Qing to do something, who would dare?

Left and right are really daring, but they know that as long as Chen Qing is unwilling, it is useless.

Chen Qingdu was silent for a moment, "Chen Pingan, can you bear the hardship?"

Nodding left and right, he said, "Yes."

Chen Qingdu smiled and asked: "If you want me to strip that fire seed and refine it into the fifth natal object, you have to pay some price. Chen Pingan needs to walk a road similar to the one that breaks the bones and achieves the true spirit and god. Don’t worry about Dao, it’s just similar, it’s not true. Otherwise, let’s not talk about you, the old scholar will fight me hard.”

Left and right hesitated for the first time.

Dilemma.

Chen Qing said tut-tsk: "It's really useless to be a senior brother. It's not as refreshing as a junior brother. Chen Pingan has already nodded in agreement."

Left and right stood up immediately, "I'll go to defend the formation. I'll ignore the top of the city, and I'll make up for the swords that I missed."

Chen Qing pressed his left and right shoulders, "Protect the bird array, just wait there. There is no suspense in successfully refining the natal object. As for the next road, what's the point of protecting the array? Your killing skills are not small, It's a pity that teaching swords to save people is really not good at it."

Left and right are really furious.

Didn't he put up with this boss sword fairy twice a day, three times or five times a day, disrespecting his master, no matter how hard he bullied his younger brother to death, does he really think I'm a mud bodhisattva with no anger? !

Chen Qingdu increased the strength of his palm, and said with a smile: "Left and right, it seems that you still can't trust your little brother."

Left and right frowned and asked, "How much?"

Chen Qing stretched out a finger, "One is that one, isn't that enough?"

Left and right are dubious.

Chen Qingdu smiled and said, "Left and right sword skills are so high, how dare I lie to you?"

Left and right directly draw the sword out of its sheath.

The entire Great Wall of Sword Qi instantly sensed the vision.

However, Chen Qingdu changed his position slightly, holding the edge of the sword with his hand, and let the long sword pass by from the palm of his hand.

Thousands of flames sputtered immediately above the city head.

The battle broke out again, above the wall, Liu Xianyang did not come this time, but followed Chen Chun'an.

Chen Pingan and Qi Shou were still the neighbors.

Qi Shou felt a little weird, and Chen Ping'an felt a little different today.

He was still wearing a robe from Yifang, but he had a Yuzhu folding fan on his waist. He turned his head and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Brother Qi's demeanor is even better than before."

Qi Shou immediately understood, but after thinking about it again, he was not sure, God knows if it was another kind of blindfold, so Qi Shou said in a bad mood: "Stay away from me."

Then Chen Pingan opened the folding fan, fanned the breeze gently, and casually sacrificed four flying swords, then shook his head and sighed: "Brother Qi, brother Qi, who gave you the confidence to dare to look down on a small Yuanying realm?" A great cultivator of the Three Realms?"

Qi Shou turned a deaf ear to it, but killing the enemy with a sword today is especially ruthless.

Originally, Qi Shou wanted to ask why the swords were suddenly drawn from the left and right, but now he didn't want to say a word.

On the wall near the thatched hut, left and right asked the boss sword fairy with their hearts: "Successful refining of the natal object, and after going through the hardships, can you take advantage of the trend to raise a natal flying sword? How is the rank?"

Chen Qingdu said with a blank face: "Did I say that before? How can there be such a good and cheap thing in the world, and the natal flying sword can be given as a gift?"

Turning his head left and right, he looked at the old man at the door of the hut.

Chen Qing suppressed his smile, "I once borrowed a locust wood sword box, and I had to return it one by one. I just let Chen Pingan become a sword box, or a scabbard first. As for whether it can raise a sword box? It depends on his own good fortune to raise the natal flying sword that is uniquely blessed and born in response to the times, and what rank the natal flying sword can produce."

Taking a deep breath from left and right, he swept out of the city, and left the city with his sword again, alone, and went to find the great demon of Ascension Realm.

Ningfu secret room.

Chen Pingan, a monk of the three realms and a pure martial artist of the seven realms, only the Yin God came out of his body to travel to the Great Wall of Sword Qi. At present, the real body and the outer body of the Yang God are still staying in the Ning Mansion.

Because the boss sword fairy said that the yin god had accumulated too many and complicated thoughts, no matter how he washed the sword, he couldn't wash out a pure one, even if he washed out a pure and bright state, it would not be Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an held his breath, and what he was thinking at the moment was repeated over and over again. It was a sentence written in a book.

When the mind is silent, almost sleeping, in the end there is only a pair of thoughts deep in the heart, slowly swimming like a dragon at the bottom of the heart lake, but the two do not fight, but get along happily.

Sword cultivators are free in body, mind and life.

The most lethal power, higher than the sky!

Chen Pingan suddenly opened his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I invite the boss Sword Immortal to draw out his sword."

Inside the secret room, the sword light exploded.

Chen Ping'an's skin was torn apart in an instant, and even his golden body seemed to be paper paste. In the blink of an eye, his whole body was covered in blood and flesh, and then his limbs, internal organs, and even a pair of eyes were completely melted by the sword light. In the meantime, there is only a pair of bones left.

In the end, not even a single bone existed.

In the endless night, the confused young man staggered in a daze on the road with no light at all, but walked forward subconsciously.

As he walked, he came to a stooped child in straw sandals, who walked slowly and carried a big basket on his back.

The child stopped and looked up at the young man, seemingly very sad, as if he didn't know why he was still working so hard when he grew up.

So the child was heartbroken and didn't want to go any further. He squatted on the ground, leaning on the big basket that was never full of herbs, and sobbed.

The young man staggered, squatted down, and stared blankly at the self who hadn't grown up.

Look at each other.

The young man said three words to the child.

sorry.

Then the child wiped his tears and offered his hand.

The young man took the child's hand, stood up, and walked forward together.

The young people are still ignorant, but they just speak from their hearts and talk to their children about the beautiful things they will encounter in the future. It seems that they have completely forgotten the sufferings that can be said and cannot be said in their growth, as if they can’t remember at all. Live in those not-so-good people and complicated worldly affairs.

The child gradually laughed, raised his head, and looked at the grown-up self with some longing.

Finally, the child stopped, clutching the rope tied around the basket with both hands, smiling brightly, and pointing to the road ahead for his grown-up self.

The young man looked up, and there was a flickering faint light in the distance of the road where he could not see his fingers.

Suddenly.

The sky and the earth are clear and bright.