Sword of Coming

When Chen Ping'an was approaching the stone arch bridge, he swallowed his saliva and didn't dare to move forward. After a battle between heaven and man, he continued up the stream and reached the narrowest area where the stream girded his waist. He ran forward and jumped. After passing by, he walked towards the back of the green ox. Chen Ping'an didn't know that his long detour happened to miss Ruan Xiu. The girl in Tsing Yi rushed across the bridge carrying a pot of Peach Blossom Spring Roast. This time she was buying wine in a small town. When the girl passed by the New Year's shop, she lowered her head and walked quickly. Walking by, she was afraid that the dazzling pastries would distract her soul, because she was about to start saving her own money.

Chen Ping'an first went to Liu Xianyang's house, lit an oil lamp, and walked around the house with the lamp in hand. After making sure that there was no shortage of any belongings, he turned off the lights, locked the door, and returned to Mud Bottle Alley. After passing the old house that collapsed with a hole, Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief. The burden on his shoulders was still there, but it was much lighter than the previous trip when he left Mud Bottle Lane. Chen Pingan couldn't help but secretly laugh. , the feeling of having money in your pocket is not bad!

Chen Ping'an has only seen pieces of silver and heavy silver ingots in his life. He has never seen a glimpse of it, let alone gold as rare as the gods.

Chen Pingan returned to his ancestral home, opened the door, and ran to make sure the courtyard door was really fastened. After returning to the house, he carefully lit the oil lamp. The dim yellow light reflected the cold yellow mud walls. Chen Pingan took out three money bags from the pottery pot at the foot of the wall, containing twenty-five gold coins, twenty-six coins, and twenty-eight coins respectively.

A total of seventy-nine copper coins.

Regarding these copper coins of good origin, Ning Yao roughly explained that they are an extension of secular spending. The reason why they are so valuable is that things are rare and valuable. Of course, the main reason is that when foreigners enter the town, they need copper coins as tokens. As for the origin of this unwritten rule, it's a long time ago, and Ning Yao is not from Dongbaopingzhou, so naturally he can't tell about the ugly Yinmao.

Chen Ping'an took out one of each of the three types of copper coins and placed them on the table. The Spring Festival coins were inscribed with the four-character auspicious phrase "Good Luck in the New Year". They were hollowed out, with auspicious clouds flying, and an armored god beating a drum.

On the front of the money, there are five poisons engraved: snakes, scorpions, centipedes, geckos and toads. On the back, in addition to the four words "Heaven to ward off evil spirits", there is also a pattern of a turtle and a snake entwining a sword.

On the front side of the donation money are the four characters "Sincerity leads to spiritual success" and on the back side are the words "The Immortal is Above". There are no exquisite patterns and the style is the simplest.

Chen Pingan picked up a Spring Festival coin and looked at it repeatedly. It was hard for the young man to imagine that such a small copper coin could buy the entire Pearl Mountain. Chen Pingan knew that this small mountain bag that Master Ruan called, Old Man Yao's Once I took him into the mountains to look for soil, and I went to the top of Zhenzhu Mountain. The soil properties can be divided into many types, including light and heavy, fertile and barren. What is even more complicated is that you need to identify a certain type of soil, and which type of water, fire, metal, and wood is naturally close to it. Pay attention to There are many ways to learn, but Chen Ping'an only learned about half of Old Man Yao's knowledge of "eating earth".

On that inconspicuous Pearl Mountain, Old Man Yao stamped his feet, then lowered his head and said to Chen Pingan, who was picking up the soil there. The earthy flavor was the best here, but unfortunately the place was too small, almost like huddled in a corner. , when you stretch your head, you bump your head, and when you stretch your legs, you knock your feet. As the saying goes, this kind of place is called "snail shell".

Chen Ping'an gently put down the Spring Festival money and picked up the Winning Money, but he quickly put it down, and the young man looked a little sad.

On the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, the five poisons appear together. But it happened to be the boy's birthday on this day. Next door Song Jixin even said that in many places outside, children born on this day are considered unlucky, and there is a custom of drowning children directly in the river.

Chen Pingan shook his head, picked up the last donation money, and wrote a simple positive and negative word.

Chen Pingan suddenly remembered something. When he met Miss Ning and Fu Nanhua Cai Jinjian for the first time, he remembered that when they entered the gate of the town, each of them had to hand over a bag of copper coins to the gatekeeper. Whose hands would these copper coins end up in? Already? Did it go into the personal pocket of His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Li Dynasty?

Chen Pingan sighed and stopped thinking about the problems that he couldn't figure out even if he broke his head. He began to make small calculations in his heart. Master Ruan said that Zhenzhu Mountain, a small mountain, only needs a Spring Festival coin. Xuan Lishan and A medium-sized hilltop like Lotus Peak would cost about ten to fifteen copper coins, while a large hilltop such as Dry Spring Mountain Range and Xiangshan Mountain would require twenty-five to thirty coins.

Chen Ping'an actually understood what Master Ruan meant after a little thought.

First of all, the Great Li Dynasty respected Master Ruan very much, so they gave him three mountains for nothing. Secondly, since Master Ruan wanted to establish a sect, it is obvious that it is best for the three mountains to be connected together and adjacent to each other, otherwise one in the east and one in the west will definitely not work. If anything, this is probably where the imperial court was smart. They knew that Master Ruan would never be able to pick out the three most valuable mountains, so they pretended to be very generous. In the end, of course Chen Pingan needs to follow Master Ruan to choose the top of the mountain. Of course, Chen Pingan feels that it is not impossible for him to choose one or two small and medium-sized hills elsewhere, such as Zhenzhu Mountain. It is very suitable and no one will pay attention to it. There is a small mountain bag, but Chen Pingan is particularly concerned about it. No matter how small the mountain is, it is still a whole mountain, not to mention it is only a copper coin. Chen Pingan feels that he must put this small mountain bag into his bag, and he will be safe!

Chen Ping'an was not uninterested in the Kuquan Mountains, Shenxiu Mountains and Xiangshan Mountains mentioned by Master Ruan, which were the most expensive mountains. He tried to buy another one that was worse than them, but not much worse. For big mountains, it is expected to cost up to one bag of gold and copper coins, and then buy some small hills similar to Pearl Mountain, trying to spend about ten copper coins, and the rest will be used to follow Master Ruan to place bets on where he will pick the three mountains. After that, Chen Pingan bought nearby, and bought again, and bought as hard as he could!

As for the unknown mountain with the Dragon Slaying Platform, Chen Pingan has completely given up and warned himself that he must never touch it. Even if no one knows about it now, with such a great opportunity in front of him, Chen Pingan will never buy it. Nowadays, visitors from all over the town are no longer the Lizhu Cave that was banned from the outside world. Even Chen Ping'an can walk down the hundreds of miles of mountain roads. Who can stop him in the future, let alone those who are walking on the long mountain road in the sky? A god with flying swords?

But before spending money to buy the mountain, Chen Pingan planned to go there again in person.

After spending so much money at once, but not knowing what he bought in advance, Chen Ping'an still felt uncomfortable even if he knew it was a profitable business.

This is actually a matter of getting used to hardship.

Chen Pingan now has eight snake gallstones that have not faded at all. The rest are hidden in his own house and Liu Xianyang's house. There are a lot of snake gallstones. I wonder if it is because he escaped from the creek early and "escaped". Although the color The moisture has decreased to varying degrees. It is not as bright and comfortable as when it comes out of the water, but it still has a little "aura" to it. This inexplicable feeling is just like Chen Ping'an's first sight. Gu Can from Mu Ping Lane or Li Baoping from Fulu Street felt that they must be smart children.

Chen Ping'an put away the three bags of gold and copper coins and put them back in the clay pot. Chen Ping'an nodded at the thought of asking for leave from Master Ruan to go into the mountains again.

Old Yao is like this, and so is Master Ruan. Chen Pingan wonders if he has no connection with his elders, especially with his master.

Chen Pingan went to the corner and squatted next to the basket, staring at the dragon-slaying platform inside. He stretched out his hand to touch the delicate texture of the black stone. His hands were slightly cold. He was curious about how such an inconspicuous stone could be stepped on like Miss Ning. The god on the sword has something to do with it, and I can't imagine how sharp the Dragon Slaying Platform can sharpen a sword.

Chen Pingan suddenly remembered something and took out the five locust leaves. At that time, the little girl in the red cotton jacket picked eight leaves from the old locust tree. Chen Pingan gave her three as reward. Chen Pingan carefully looked at the locust leaves. They looked thin, but were actually quite tough. Unfortunately, they had lost the faint green light that flowed along the veins of the leaves. Chen Pingan guessed that it was probably the so-called ancestral blessing shade. At some nodes, there will be a little bit of green crystal remaining stagnant.

Chen Ping'an carefully inserted five locust leaves into the Shanshanquan manual.

After Chen Pingan finished all this, he went out and started walking in the yard.

The neighbors on the left and right have moved out one after another.

Chen Ping'an quickly became immersed in the boxing, completely forgetting himself.

A fist full of energy flows like a stream.

Miss Ning Yao once said that practicing boxing a million times is just the beginning of martial arts.

How could Chen Pingan be willing to be lazy?

He accidentally thought of the red dotted ink characters on the wooden figure, and the acupoints and acupoints that were said to facilitate the flow of air in and out.

The whole body feels comfortable and hot, and it feels like there is a fire dragon swimming fast in the body, swimming down from the head, bumping and bumping, and it is not smooth. Those acupoints are like dilapidated rough passes, and the roads between the passes are even worse. It definitely cannot be called Yangguan Avenue. Some are wide but rugged, and some are narrow and steep. When the fire dragon passes by, it sways like a pedestrian walking across an iron cable bridge.

Finally, this fire dragon shuttled back and forth among several Qi Palaces near Lower Dantian, seemingly looking for the most suitable nest for it to occupy as a dragon palace.

Ning Yao once said that among the three realms of martial arts body refining, the first realm is the clay embryo realm. At the peak of perfection, oneself generate a breath of energy, like a clay Bodhisattva sitting high in a shrine, the energy sinks in the Dantian, motionless as a mountain, and the body has a new atmosphere. , begins to feed back flesh and blood, muscles and bones, making the whole person feel like a dead tree is blooming, and many impurities and sedimentation will be excreted bit by bit.

Chen Pingan is walking on this road.

Without the guidance of a famous teacher, it cannot be regarded as a mistake.

He relied on hard work to make up for his shortcomings, eight years of walking up and down mountains and rivers, and a method of breathing that was crude but masterful.

It has been eight years and he has yet to break through to the first level of martial arts.

Secular dynasties and the world of martial arts, except for Ning Yao's hometown, pay attention to a poor scholar who is rich in literature and martial arts. Fortunately, there is no bad habit of competing in the realm of climbing along the way of martial arts. The more people enter the palace, the more accomplished the master is, the more he pays attention to every step The heavy footing on the ground, the degree of solidification of each martial arts step, but as slow as Chen Ping'an, it doesn't matter how embarrassing it is. After all, countless young people from powerful families in the world are indeed blocked from the first threshold. , throughout his life, he could not find the existence of that energy, but at present, Chen Pingan must be unable to be linked to the martial arts genius.

Chen Ping'an suddenly "awoke" and gently exhaled a breath of turbidity.

He walked slowly in the yard, gradually relaxing his body and limbs.

Chen Ping'an lowered his head and saw the locust branch leaning against the wall. He suddenly had a whim and wanted to carve out a wooden sword for himself.

When he was a child, after his parents left, Chen Pingan would watch his peers playing from a distance at the Immortal Tomb. Most of the girls would fly kites, while the boys would use wooden and bamboo swords that their father helped make. Unexpectedly, Chen Ping'an had always wanted one at that time, but later he became an apprentice kiln worker who made porcelain. He was tired of running around and toiling all year round, so he gave up thinking about it.

Chen Ping'an squatted in front of a locust tree branch, thinking that it would be okay to make a wooden sword, but two would be more fragile.

Chen Ping'an first moved the locust branches outside the house door, then went to get the hatchet used to open the way into the mountain, preparing to make himself a wooden sword.

But when Chen Ping'an sat on the threshold with the hatchet, he hesitated a little. After thinking about it, he put the knife back and felt that the old locust tree could not be simply regarded as an old tree. After all, there was still something between Mr. Qi and the locust tree. After a conversation, Chen Pingan felt a little awkward with the locust branch in front of him.

Chen Ping'an put the locust tree branches back at the base of the wall again, and found that he was really not sleepy, so he left the yard, locked the door, and walked out of Mud Bottle Alley.

He came to the stone arch bridge by mistake. Thinking that he would never be able to jump across the river again and again in the future, he gritted his teeth and walked onto the stone bridge. He sat on the middle stone slab again, with his feet hanging on the river. Chen Pingan was a little nervous, looking down at the faint On the surface of the water, he murmured: "Whether you are a god or a monster, we should have no grievances or grudges. If you really have something to say to me, stop dreaming about it. I am here now. You can tell me." That’s it.”

A stick of incense, a quarter of an hour, an hour.

Apart from being a little cold, Chen Ping'an didn't notice anything strange.

Chen Pingan put his hands on the stone slab, shook his feet, and looked into the distance. When he was very young, he was curious about where the end of the creek would be.

Chen Pingan was stunned.

Liu Xianyang, Gu Can, Miss Ning, Mr. Qi, and Old Man Yao are all gone.

Chen Pingan has never been so wealthy and generous.

But the boy has never been so lonely.

On the other side of the stone bridge where the boy in straw sandals was facing away, there was a tall figure dressed in snow-white clothes, who looked like a fairy or a ghost. He was also supporting the stone slab with both hands, his feet were dangling in the air, and he was looking up at the sky.

But in this scene, not to mention Chen Ping'an who started talking to himself, even Old Man Yang and Ruan Qiong couldn't detect it.