Sword of Coming

Chen Ping'an was not frightened by Yan Xin's shocking words, but the seamstress' hot and focused eyes made Chen Ping'an very uncomfortable.

When I was picking up rags in Baofengzhai, I saw a magic weapon of money on the ground. Maybe it was her look in her eyes?

Nian Xin said: "We'll wait until you reach the Far Traveling Realm. I don't want to help you collect the corpses."

As for whether this young hidden official can break through the realm, and what method he uses to break through the realm, it doesn't matter.

Chen Ping'an nodded and already had his own plan as he walked slowly.

The twisting core floats away, fleeting, and indeed unfettered by anything.

Chen Ping'an asked three questions in one breath, "What age, what level and what kind of foundation is Nian Xin?"

The old deaf boy smiled and said nothing.

Chen Ping'an said: "I don't have to do anything to the boy in the water prison."

The old deaf boy laughed and said, "As a scholar, how can I be so careless?"

Chen Pingzong ignored this, squatted down, bent his fingers and tapped the road gently, making a clanging sound of gold and stone, then spread his palms and touched the ground with his palms.

It is indeed the corpse of an ancient god, very strange.

It was obvious that the old deaf boy valued the young man the most and placed the most bets on him. Of course, the possibility of blindness cannot be ruled out, but in the end, there were only three monsters who survived. How could the old deaf boy blindly blind him?

Chen Ping carefully searched the secret files of the Summer Palace in his mind, and found that the three people selected by the old deaf child had many hidden places. Chen Ping was sure that the former hermit official Xiao Shu must have some deals with the old deaf child , only the hidden official lineage helped cover up some key information. Chen Pingan didn't intend to turn over the old things that had been in the ashes for a long time, not to mention that he might not be able to turn over the old accounts. Just make an agreement. In the final analysis, the reason why the old deaf man is willing to sell face to himself at every turn is because of the sake of the boss Sword Immortal. A hidden official jade tablet is held in the hands of someone who is not even a Sword Immortal. It will not help. .

However, the logic is such, but in fact, the business can still be done. After all, Chen Ping'an and the old deaf boy have no grievances and have no enmity. They really have to fight each other. The younger one and the older one still take advantage in the end.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an's business plan is very simple. It is tantamount to telling the old deaf child that you have trained three disciples here, and the Great Wall of Sword Qi is breeding tigers. But since this is the instruction of the boss Jianxian, it is not good Changes can be made to leave the prison under the nose of me, a hidden official, and even to return to the summer palace. There are many ways for the three disciples to escape alive.

The agreement between your old deaf child and the boss Sword Immortal does not conflict with the final decision of the summer palace.

Probably the old deaf son was used to being manipulated by others at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Although he suffered a small loss, he got the promise of the young hermit official anyway, so he was not annoyed.

In fact, regarding the three disciples, the old deaf boy would have to speak openly to this young man sooner or later, otherwise he would really worry.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, then slapped his palm heavily on the ground without moving at all. No wonder this corpse, which was refined by the Sword Immortal into a small cage of heaven and earth, could trap those big monsters.

Nowadays, all the landscape gods in the world are famous for their immortal golden bodies. However, there is no way to talk about the method of cultivation. They are generally influenced by the incense of good men and women, year after year, such as that "gold". The lifespan of the gods of mountains and rivers is indeed longer than that of people who practice Taoism. According to legend, many Earth Immortal monks had an unbreakable road bottleneck. In order to forcefully extend their lives, they did not hesitate to resort to forbidden secret techniques to liberate themselves. Before that, they had colluded with the court and local officials to help conceal the Confucian academies and secretly build prostitution temples in local places. If you are unlucky, you will not be able to survive the two hurdles where the body is broken and the soul is scattered. Naturally, everything will come to an end. If you are lucky, you can survive by chance. From then on, you will be able to enjoy the incense of the world through your spiritual practice.

Wei Bo should be an exception.

However, Chen Ping'an never asked about the many secrets of the Lord of the Shanyue Mansion of the old Shenshui Kingdom. Zhu Lian and Zheng Dafeng were old friends, so Piyun Mountain and Luo Lo Mountain had a close connection and a tacit understanding of each other.

The old deaf child finally said: "Nuan Xin is estimated to be seven or eight hundred years old now. He has stumbled to the upper fifth realm. His qualifications are excellent, but his strength has been damaged by breaking through the realm several times. At this moment, he is only in the Yupu realm. Being able to rely on eccentric means, coupled with the state of the random accumulation of fairy money and magic weapons, the height of her great path in this life will stop here without a big accident. Nian Xin does not have a clear teacher, and is probably a deviant talent. Yamazawa Nooshu, who climbed the mountain, otherwise it would not be so rough."

"But she didn't intend to reach the top anyway. She had to avenge her big revenge in Jinjiazhou. She originally thought that she would die, but she never expected to hear some rumors that were not true or false. The Lord of Baidi City was somewhat interested in her, and Nian Xin didn't want to end up alive. It was better to die, so she fled to Daoxuan Mountain. Originally, she wanted to sneak into the wild world, but the world there was even more chaotic. With her abilities, heroes have a place to use them. If a blind cat hits a dead mouse, it can be broken even if it's not possible. Realm. I never wanted to be intercepted by a sword fairy and thrown here."

"I'm not idle here. She dismantled the bodies and skins of many big monsters and sent them to Danfang. The technique is exquisite and saves a lot of trouble for the monks in Danfang."

The old deaf boy heard many inside stories from the white-haired boy.

The old deaf boy never paid attention to the stories of these twisted and twisted others. If he didn't know, he wouldn't lose a few catties of meat. If he knew, he wouldn't have an extra jug of wine.

Chen Ping put away his hands, got up and asked curiously: "Would the Lord of Baidi City be interested in a tailor?"

It's not that Chen Pingan has prejudices against twisting cores or sewing people, and he is a crooked way. There are many wild fox Zen in the world's knowledge, and there are good and bad methods of practice.

It's just that the magician is too high above the sea of ​​clouds. As a well-recognized member of the Demonic Dao, Chen Pingan had some private ideas in his early years. Among them, when he traveled to Zhongtu Shenzhou in the future, he must see the pouring water of the Yellow River cave with his own eyes. Take a look at the flag sign of "Fengrao is the first in the world" in Baidi City.

Cui Chan and his subordinates have produced Cai Yunpu, even if Cui Dongshan often mentions the city lord, he can't hide his admiration.

Mr. Qi has also traveled to the banks of the great river, and the city lord left the Baidi City among the colorful clouds for the first time, and personally invited Mr. Qi to have a hand-to-hand talk.

Chen Ping'an is very willing to call such a master of magic with a good vision sincerely a senior. Of course, Chen Ping'an doesn't think he is qualified to meet that city lord.

The old deaf child shook his head and explained: "Master Yinguan really underestimated Yanxin, she is not an ordinary sewing person, she just became a Jindanke in her early years, and she has the means of the Jade Raw Realm. Once her magical powers are used with all her strength, she will be able to control the Dao's Jade Realm, and it will be impossible to walk around."

For no reason, Chen Pingan thought of the battle in the canyon of Luzhou in Beiju, and set up an ambush to intercept his own assassin on Mount Lushan.

That seemingly disparate fight in terms of strength was just as dangerous, but in Chen Ping's mind, it was not inferior to the siege of Li Zhenyu and the others.

The old deaf child laughed and said, "Otherwise, relying solely on the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Realm of the core, you can destroy a Zongzitou fairy family in Jinjiazhou by yourself? If you were a Yinguan, you wouldn't be able to do it, right?"

Chen Pingan was very surprised, and he couldn't believe it. He asked, "A Nascent Soul cultivator can single-handedly destroy an entire sect?"

The old deaf boy said calmly: "Within half a year, seven hundred people, including the entire Patriarch Hall, all died. It is quite a big sect, and the incense is completely cut off."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, "Tian Xin got into such a big disaster, how did he escape to the inverted mountain?"

The old deaf boy shook his head, "What do I care about?"

Chen Ping laughed, "That's right, don't worry about it. But if you have a chance, you should ask senior Yan Xin for advice."

The old deaf son became interested, "As a disciple of Confucianism, Mr. Yin Guan also has personal grudges?"

Chen Pingan said: "There are so many."

The old deaf boy said with a smile, "I guess they didn't burn enough incense."

Chen Pingan didn't want to talk about it, so he frowned and asked, "What's the matter with that celestial demon?"

The old deaf boy shook his head and said, "No way. It's not about business, so please don't embarrass me, Lord Yin."

Chen Ping turned to ask: "A celestial demon, Heer Green Snake, wearing a magic robe and hanging a short sword?"

In Chen Ping's eyes, the white-haired boy was no different from anyone else, and the other party did not use any tricks.

The old deaf child looked playful, "It's not good to like to show off."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "Too careless."

The old deaf boy laughed dumbfoundedly.

In this prison, who do you show caution?

Chen Pingan didn't continue to ask the bottom line, but changed the question, "Apart from the twisting core and the outer demon, are there any guests in the senior's house?"

The old deaf man nodded and said, "There is also a sad man who is addicted to alcohol and gambling."

And of course rich.

The old deaf son asked: "The young hermit asked me for the method of cultivation of the monster clan. Is it because there are monsters in my hometown that are worth cultivating?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It's not about cultivation, it's always good to have more ways to protect yourself."

On Luopo Mountain, vegetation grows naturally.

The old deaf child beckoned, a big monster in the Jade Realm moved its huge body, approaching the sword light fence, the old deaf child stretched out his arm, tore off a large piece of blood dripping meat, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, at any rate There was a young hidden official beside him, so he covered his mouth with his hand, which was regarded as a way of hospitality.

Walking out of the prison together, Chen Pingan began to tour the ancient battlefield where corpses were everywhere. As the host, the old deaf son had no choice but to accompany him.

The old deaf son asked: "My lord, the Sword Qi Great Wall battle is imminent. If we just hang around like this, we don't want to call it a day and return to the abbot's work in the Summer Palace?"

Chen Ping lowered his eyes, "I can't be in a hurry."

The young man slowly raised his gaze, "Actually, I don't really want to go there."

Sitting there every day, every sword cultivator in Yinguan's lineage was not relaxed and unhappy, and Chen Pingan was certainly no exception.

The boss Sword Immortal mentioned earlier that the Summer Palace should not interfere too much in the upcoming battle.

It is necessary to give all sword cultivators in the Great Wall of Sword Qi an unfettered opportunity to unleash their swords.

Even Chen Qing doesn't know how to restrain him, and he doesn't care about the hidden officials.

Chen Pingan had no objection.

Looking ahead, there is a towering mountain-like corpse of a big demon. The skeleton is too pale, without the "anger" of the white corpse in the Ghost Valley. It will weather and fade away in a few years. To put it simply, these are the corpses of these big monsters, and they are worthless. On the contrary, the remaining golden bodies of the gods seem to be solid, giving people a sense of indestructibility. The golden body is shining, and there are only some holes that can be ignored compared to the huge body. Unfortunately, it is also an illusion, so it still cannot be changed. The fairy money in the Summer Palace is not the property of Jianqi Great Wall.

The old deaf son said that these ancient gods, although they were once regarded as dignified, are poor people who have reached the end of the road. Once the golden body decays, even if there is only a slight flaw, it means that a god is officially dying. There is no hope of reversal.

Chen Pingan said a word, merit.

The old deaf man nodded and said: "This is how the saints of the three religions remedy the gods of later generations, and it is also the key to the stability of several world empires."

The gods of mountains and rivers, first conferred by the imperial court and then recognized by Confucian academies, have always been an important bridge connecting the upper and lower mountains of Gou Mountain in Haoran Tianxia, ​​so that ordinary masters and people who practice Taoism will not be in a situation of direct conflict all the time. There are a large number of local obscene temples, no matter what the reason is, the imperial court does not pursue them, and the Confucian academies seldom intervene. Naturally, they have taken a fancy to the merits of those obscene temple gods in mending and persuading the folk customs of a place.

Walking to a place, the spirit was extremely tall, half of its body was submerged in the sea of ​​clouds, and the whole body was not visible.

Chen Ping'an bent his knees slightly, suddenly exerted his strength, stood up from the ground, and went into the sea of ​​clouds.

Holding sleeves in both hands, swaying on both sides, he leaped out of the sea of ​​clouds, and finally saw the god with a solemn face. Chen Ping stepped on pine needles and coughed thunder two flying swords, hanging on the sea of ​​clouds.

Chen Ping'an became serious, "What about Jian Xiu Yusi?"

On the sea of ​​clouds around this god, there are naturally conceived emerald green water droplets suspended. There are more than a hundred of them, and the richness of the water transport is unimaginable. The water pills produced in the temple are of course not comparable to the bottle of mirage water pills presented by Huolong Daoist, but the water drops are treasures for any water gods, river wives, and qi trainers who practice water magic. The key is that it is easy to obtain, it is endless, and any sect will covet it.

It is only said that if the Yulongzong, which is adjacent to Jiaolonggou, can move this statue and make it the fundamental hub of the Shanshui formation, the sect's power can be directly raised to a higher level.

The reason why Chen Ping'an was attracted to this god was that he felt familiar with the aura of the young swordsman Xiu Yusi.

The old deaf man stood aside, nodded and said: "It has a lot of history. Yin Guan is worthy of being a Yin Guan, and he will not kill nameless enemies with his sword."

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Little Jia applies for the account, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

The old deaf boy gloated and said, "My lord Yinguan has won three battles in a row. The world in my hometown may not dare to believe it."

Chen Pingan asked: "The water prison of the young man is formed by the accumulation of these water droplets?"

The old deaf boy didn't bother to cover up these details, so he admitted it openly.

There is a high threshold for raising dragons. First, you must find a genus of Jiaolong worth cultivating, and then you must have a technique for raising dragons, and you must also have a method for building dragons.

It happens that there is no shortage of old deaf children.

The practice path of every great monk in the Ascension Realm in the world can indeed produce an extremely wonderful strange novel.

Chen Pingan turned his head and asked: "If it was the senior who made the move, how would those monster monks die?"

The old deaf boy replied casually: "It's about twisting your fingers."

With a full-fledged Ascension Realm cultivation base, dealing with those prisoners who are no taller than the Immortal Realm, the old deaf son sits in the small world, taking advantage of the right time, place and people, is really a matter of killing with one finger.

The old man added another sentence, "If there is noise, cursing and begging for mercy, it is estimated that death will be slower. I have nothing to do. I learned some tricks from that little girl."

Chen Pingan said to himself: "I have been in the Great Wall of Sword Qi for a long time, and I almost forgot that the sword fairy is the sword fairy, and the big monster is the big monster."

I still remember the first time when I visited Luzhou in Beiju and met Ji Yue, the Sword Immortal of Yuantiao Mountain.

Earlier, on the Dajiao Mountain ferry, Yuanying Li Tuanjing's final sword, which was watched through the mirror, water and moon, and the Fenglei Garden and Zhengyang Mountain's three sword-questions, was unsurpassed.

A little earlier, it was a heavy rainy night staying in the old house, and met the "big monster" of the middle five realms of the ancient Yu Kingdom.

What a passing moment, just suddenly.

Chen Pingan said: "Senior, just collect the water transportation, and I can turn a blind eye."

In front of Chen Ping'an, the old deaf child picked up dozens of dark green water drops, and put them in his pocket with the method of holding the universe in his sleeve, which should be the most plump part of the water transport.

Then Chen Ping asked for half of the water drops, and most of them were put into the sword-raising gourd, leaving only three water drops, sitting cross-legged, refining them in a fair manner, and praying for rain outside the temple of the buried river water shrine The Taoist secrets contained in the stele.

This creation of heaven and earth is divided equally between the two parties.

Old deaf children can accept it, so there is no hesitation.

The old deaf child glanced at the general operation of the young man's water refining formula, and praised: "My lord Yinguan is really going to be forced to jump over the wall one day with this method alone, so he can give up his skin and choose it. A river next to Dadu, turned to be a river god."

Chen Pingan still closed his eyes and focused his attention, refining the three drops of water with the same rank as ordinary water pills. The speed was extremely fast. The water house was like a long drought and rain, and the green-clothed boys got busy repairing the water-printed natal The blemishes of objects added color to the murals of the Shuifu, which were almost reduced to line drawing patterns, and the small ponds that had dried up to the bottom also had streams of fresh water to replenish them.

Chen Ping was slightly distracted and said: "I advise seniors not to go to Haoran Tianxia."

The old deaf boy asked: "Why?"

Chen Pingan remained silent.

The white-haired boy appeared on the god's shoulder, and said with a sneer, "Old deaf boy, you are too good at boasting, you will definitely be chopped into pieces and then chopped into meat."

Then the white-haired boy sneered again: "You young man is not smart enough, the old deaf boy deliberately chose some water drops with thin spiritual energy, and if you are sure, you will ask for them. Above the sea of ​​clouds, the water drops keep pouring out, The bead with the most abundant water transport, the old deaf child must have deliberately missed it again and again. Such a little fool, how can he become a hidden official, and he is a thousand miles away from Xiao Yu, no wonder the Great Wall of Sword Qi cannot be defended."

Chen Ping's arrangement was ignored.

The old deaf child was even more indifferent and didn't explain anything.

In any case, once the demon incarnates takes advantage of it and touches the heart of the young hidden official, the old deaf boy will not stand idly by.

The Huawai Heavenly Demon of unknown origin is moody, furious, and said angrily: "The Confucian disciples in the Haoran World are so treacherous, they deserve to be plundered by the monsters in the Wild World, and change the customs!"

Chen Ping'an took out some water beads from the sword-raising gourd and refined them one by one into water transport for his own water house.

A dignified Qi practitioner in the fifth realm is only one step away from becoming a god in the fifth realm. In the end, he is more powerful than a monk in the third realm.

The white-haired boy seemed to sense the state of mind of the young hermit, and he jumped up and cursed: "Smelly shameless thing, a lower five-level monk who is not as good as an ant, has the face to be satisfied?!"

The next moment, the boy suddenly fell silent, sat cross-legged again, and said slowly: "The kid surnamed Chen has a perfect Taoist heart and is a material that can be made. I have five kinds of superior Taoism that directly lead to the upper five realms. Xuan Miao, you have the foundation of the Five Elements natal things, and learning them will get you twice the result with half the effort. Do you want to learn? I can swear, as long as you nod your head and agree, there will be no hidden dangers. If you don’t believe me, you can ask the old deaf child, and I guarantee that you can quickly become one of them. Yu Pu Realm, do you want to do this business without any capital?!"

Chen Ping opened his eyes and looked around, and asked with a smile: "Compared with Lu Chen, who do you think has a higher Taoism?"

The white-haired boy laughed, and in an instant, a young Taoist wearing a lotus crown appeared on the god's shoulder, smiling and saying nothing.

Chen Pingan and the old deaf son asked, "Is there no one to restrain the noise?"

The old deaf boy nodded and said, "Yes."

A sharp sword light came in an instant, shattering "Lu Chen", like an ice cube smashed by a heavy hammer.

The white-haired boy condensed his body in a very far distance, unscathed, but the magic robe on his body was in dilapidated condition. He stopped talking, as if he had made an agreement with the master of Jianguang.

He stared at a place in the distance, then turned into a rainbow light, went to the corpse of a nearby god, drew his sword out of its sheath, and began to "chisel the mountain", using the dagger as an awl and the palm of his hand as a hammer, making a tinkling sound , There were countless crumbs and dust flying for a while, and finally he dug out a chestnut-sized piece of golden body, crushed it in the palm of his hand, and then smeared it on the robe on his body. The golden light flowed like water, like a living thing, and he sewed the robe by himself.

Chen Pingan asked in a low voice: "The forging material of Military Academy Komaru is actually a fragment of the god's golden body?"

There is no written record in the various books of Haoran Tianxia that the three kinds of Bingjia pills, including Shenren Chenglujia, are forged from specific treasures of heaven and earth, and Chen Pingan did not ask Cui Dongshan and Wei Bo before. . As for the origin of gold fine copper coins, it has long been confirmed that after the lotus root blessed land ranks among the middle blessed lands, in addition to fairy money, a large amount of gold refined copper coins is also needed.

The old deaf child nodded and said: "The Bingjia Jiawan has a complicated process, and the fundamental thing is indeed a piece of the golden body."

The boss Jianxian suddenly appeared next to Chen Pingan.

Only to be shattered by sword light the next moment.

Then the white-haired boy who had just excavated the second piece of golden body fled towards the prison entrance, but was cut to pieces by the sword light only halfway.

Probing his head over the prison, the sword light came again, the white-haired boy could only squat on the steps and continue to mend the magic robe on his body with the palm-sized piece of golden body.

The old deaf boy laughed and said, "After breaching the contract, within ten days, he can only stay in prison."

Chen Ping said helplessly: "For me, isn't it more troublesome? Can you bother that senior sword fairy and change the punishment method?"

The old deaf boy said, "As long as you have wine."

Chen Pingan felt a little regretful.

He came in a hurry, and there were only two jugs of wine left in the distance.

Not willing to give away.

Especially after seeing the twist core, these two jugs of wine cannot be given away.

If there is the endless entanglement of the celestial demon, it's better to sharpen your heart.

Unexpectedly, the strange phenomenon happened, the boss sword fairy slowly walked out of the prison, clutching the neck of the alien heavenly demon in his hand, like carrying a chicken.

It's not as indifferent as facing some sword lights, the white-haired boy is trembling in the hands of the boss sword fairy, very afraid.

It's just that Chen Ping'an has some doubts about whether the picture in his eyes is a deliberate cover-up by the Huawai Tianmo.

But it was soon determined that the boss sword fairy was not some false appearance.

Because above Chen Ping'an's heart lake, there is a page that the boss Sword Immortal has casually manifested, which contains many of the Sword Immortal's arrangements.

As soon as Chen Pingan finished reading, the piece of paper disappeared.

As for the young genius sword cultivators other than Jianqi Great Wall Sword Immortal, the boss Sword Immortal had already made a decision and made it clear to Chen Pingan. Chen Ping made a slight modification.

When Chen Pingan saw this piece of paper, he became more and more clear about the intention of the boss Jianxian.

It's almost the same as my guess.

The three old sword immortals who carved letters on the top of the city, Qi Tingji, rushed to Fuyao Island alone after the battle. The descendants of the Qi family on Taixiang Street, this old ancestor, could not take any of them with him.

When Qi Tingji arrived in Fuyaozhou, he had to guard that mountain cave for a hundred years, and after a hundred years, he could do whatever he wanted. If the monster tribe captures Fuyaozhou, Qi Tingji can't seek refuge in the wild world, and dig a hole for himself to hide obediently.

Chen Xihui fought to the death, and was reincarnated by the method of military solution. His soul was collected in a natal lamp, and was taken to the fifth world by other sword cultivators. Although you can know it from birth, you still need a guardian.

As for Dong Sangeng, he didn't leave. Life and death are at home.

Nalan burns reeds and dies like a soldier, and the natal lamp is taken to Qingming Tianxia by the Taoist guardian. Although after the soldier is dissolved, the path of practice in the next life will be greatly hindered, and it will be extremely difficult to achieve the Dao. remove.

The old deaf son himself chose to attach himself to the old blind man, instead of following the monster army to go to Haoran Tianxia and serve as hard labor in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

In fact, the reason is very simple, fear of death.

Many great monks in the Ascension Realm cherish their lives to an unimaginable degree. Tongye Zong Du Mao is the best example. He can do anything and everything.

Zongmen, heirs, disciples, and reputation can all be discarded.

As for Lu Zhi, Chen Ping'an helped pave the way out, except for Lu Zhi, Mrs. Yan Yan, and Shao Yunyan from Chunfan Zhai, they would all go with Lu Zhi.

After contacting the affiliation arranged by the boss Sword Immortal for the young sword cultivators, Chen Pingan finally determined a purpose.

Almost everyone is leaving.

After that, it is a veritable separation of heaven and earth, so their respective cultivation bases, to a certain extent, are for reunion.

For example, Qi Tingji went to Fuyaozhou, but Qi Shou wanted to stay in the inverted mountain.

Chen Xi went to the Fifth World, but Chen Sanqiu wanted to visit Haoran World.

Gao Yehou and his younger sister Gao Youqing, who followed Chen Xi, became the direct disciple of Li Cai of Duckweed Jianhu and went to Beiju Luzhou.

The next big battle will also be the last battle of the Great Wall of Sword Qi for thousands of years.

It's not a sword cultivator, it doesn't matter, just hide, it's just that at the end of the future war, it is inevitable that there will be monsters who slip through the net and go north of the city, not everyone will be able to survive.

The next five realms of sword repair. May the dead die, climb to the top of the city to fight, if the ability is not good, they will still die. But as long as you can survive to the end, you can save your life and future road.

Middle five level swordsmanship. May the living live. People who can't die don't even want to die.

Only the Sword Immortal of the Upper Five Realms. Life and death are involuntary, the boss Sword Immortal has already made arrangements.

The boss sword fairy walked out of the top of the prison steps, threw the white-haired boy in his hand to the ground, and asked, "Are you tired of working?"

The celestial demon prostrated himself on the ground, facing the old deaf boy and the young hermit, the white-haired boy who was very free-spirited, at this moment, he only dared to shake his head and dare not speak.

Beside Chen Qingdu, a figure whose true face was covered by clouds and mists appeared, except for the hanging sword, which was clearly visible.

Chen Qingdu said: "If you don't drink, you won't be able to work hard, and your sword is soft, so it's embroidery?"

The weird sword fairy who was being trained didn't say a word.

Chen Pingan and Lao Deaf'er came to the boss sword fairy.

Chen Qingdu grabbed the two teenagers into this world, they both fell to the ground and vomited.

Chen Pingan only knew one of them. He was an unknown three-level sword cultivator on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Jianxiu left the city.

As for the other boy, Chen Ping'an had absolutely no impression.

Chen Qingdu said to Lao Deaf'er and Sword Immortal: "Take it with you first, and serve as the master for a hundred years, and then do as you like."

The old deaf boy dared not disobey.

The sword fairy who couldn't see his true face didn't make a sound either.

For the two teenagers, it was a great fortune.

Chen Qingdu looked at the Huawai Tianmo lying on the ground, "Being dumb when it's time to speak?"

The white-haired boy quickly sat up, and said righteously: "Your Majesty Yin should be resentful, who is working so hard for someone else, and making wedding clothes for someone else than the sewing man? Why does such a great fortune fall on two people?" On the head of a brat who is not as good as a pig or a dog, this Chen Qing is so unfair. He is still a fart of a hidden official, and he simply turned against the Great Wall of Sword Qi and went to the wild world to plan a position that is not inferior to that of a hidden official. for……"

Chen Ping reached out to put his hand on his forehead.

A boy who was going to have an extra sword fairy waiter for no reason was very anxious, while the other boy who would become the master of the old deaf child looked calm.

The sword fairy took off his sword and gave it to the boy.

The old deaf child smiled and looked at the nominal master.

Chen Qingdu took Chen Pingan to the prison.

Chen Qingdu said slowly: "If you weren't here, the person talking to you now would be that Heavenly Demon. Life is a dream after a dream. From the moment you restrain your mind and refine the water drops, you will be killed Take advantage of the opportunity to enter. Don’t believe me? Think you’re on guard against that alien celestial demon? Then give it a try.”

Chen Pingan suddenly stopped, and sacrificed his natal flying sword to cage the bird.

Then he suddenly woke up from a dream.

Chen Ping looked around and found that he was still sitting cross-legged, refining water drops.

The old deaf boy was still smiling and standing aside.

The Erqing Snake and the white-haired boy with a dagger were also sitting cross-legged on the shoulders of the gods.

It's just that the small world of the bird in the cage doesn't exist.

It is an unreal scene.

Chen Pingan fell into an ice cave.

The world has changed again.

Under the prison, when she first saw the seamstress twisting the core, she still slowly cast a blessing, but when she looked up, her eyes were full of narrow eyes, "Am I fake? Does she have to be real?"

The next moment, Chen Pingan and the young man in the water prison were looking at each other. The young man stood up and smiled slightly, "Are you sure you kill me, so Haoran will save a disaster?"

Another moment, returning to the sea of ​​clouds, "Young Taoist Lu Chen" stood on the shoulders of the gods and said with a smile: "Is the poor way high?"

Without waiting for Chen Pingan to recall, he came to the entrance of the prison. The sword fairy, who could not see his true face under the clouds and fog, slowly dispersed, revealing half of his face, and said: "You don't wonder why I have a blurred image?" , Is it because of the appearance of the sword fairy on the top of the mountain in your heart?"

Scenes kept appearing around Chen Ping'an, but there were some extra words.

The old deaf boy stood under the stone tablet of Zhegutian, and said slowly: "My lord, as a literary sage, it seems that his knowledge is not high enough."

At the entrance of the prison, the boss Sword Immortal held the white-haired boy's neck in his hands, walked slowly to the top of the steps, and suddenly smiled and said, "Do you really think that Chen Qing has such supernatural powers? I never thought that Lord Yin would respect the boss so much in his heart." Sword Immortal, just seems to have a bad temper?"

The two teenagers were captured by the boss Sword Immortal from the Great Wall of Sword Qi and brought into the small world. The timid boy among them suddenly smiled and said: "It turns out that the young man in the eyes of the Yinguan should be so dedicated to kindness."

The other boy shook his head and said: "No, no, no matter how old you are, you should have a calm temperament like mine, otherwise you won't live long."

Even if they secretly concentrated their minds into mustard seeds and went to the water mansion, those green-clothed boys unexpectedly gathered outside the gate of the water mansion, all of them had the faces of alien demons.

Chen Pingan's headache was getting worse and worse.

Precariously, he returned to the steps. After sitting down, Chen Pingan sacrificed his natal flying sword to the bird in the cage, but was astonished. Didn't he already sacrificed it earlier?

Looking up, Chen Qing, who was standing at the bottom of the steps, turned his head and said, "How?"

Chen Pingan was speechless.

"Chen Qingdu" smiled and said, "If you see that I am illusory, you will win? Have you ever taken a step in prison? Are you sure you have really come to the Great Wall of Sword Qi? How do you know that everything you have today is nothing more than Lu Chen A dream of yellow beams given to you? Is it possible that you are still in Niping Lane in your hometown? How can you be sure that it is not Haoliang Yuyu who is watching people? Could you be a certain fairy who entered the dream and watched Taoism?"

Chen Ping closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and punched himself unconscious.

On the steps, the white-haired boy squatted aside, and said sullenly: "Opportunism, victory is not martial, this kid is just a little bit more determined, I dare not delay his serious business too much."

Chen Qingdu smiled and said, "It has always been Chen Ping'an's strength to solve the troublesome things in front of us first."

The old deaf child praised: "It's not easy for us, Mr. Yinguan, to be sure that we are in prison at least."

The white-haired boy said angrily, "I'm restraining too much here, otherwise this kid wouldn't even be able to deliver that punch."

He tentatively asked: "Chen Qingdu, let me fall into his dream if you have the ability? If he can wake up, I will call the old deaf grandpa!"

Chen Qingdu said: "Nothing."

So the white-haired boy was very sensible, so he had no choice but to give up his thoughts.

Because even if Chen Qingdu has no other abilities, he has the ability to completely kill it, the alien demon left behind by the Ascension Realm Sword Immortal.

The tailor Nian Xin floated all around, first he saluted Chen Qingdu respectfully, and then asked curiously: "Why did the boss Sword Immortal do such a thing?"

Chen Pingan, who was in a coma, seemed to be continuing the dream on his own.

The face is changing, sad, angry, nostalgic, relieved, mournful, and happy.

Chen Qingdu frowned.

It didn't matter that Chen Ping knocked himself out with a punch earlier, it was right.

But being woken up by a punch from an outsider at this moment, there is no small hidden danger.

The white-haired boy said tremblingly, "It really has nothing to do with me."

In the end, the young man had a sweet dream, fell into a deep sleep, and breathed very smoothly, as if he had dreamed a good dream that he didn't want to wake up from.

Chen Qingdu grabbed the white-haired boy's head, lifted it up, and said in a deep voice, "Go and see what's going on."

Huawai Tianmo muttered, and then Chen Qingdu increased his strength, it suddenly howled, and had to disappear in a flash, and went to the young man's dream.

After a while, it left from the dream, and said helplessly: "It's strange, there's nothing unusual about it, it's just a little kid jumping around in the alley, smiling all over his face, and then turned into a snowy little boy." In the courtyard, the children who haven’t grown up much are happy, and they also look very happy. The two scenes are repeated, and nothing can be changed. There are only two scrolls after repeated repetitions.”

The old deaf child tentatively asked: "Is there someone else in the picture scroll? Can you transform someone and break the dream with words?"

The white-haired boy shook his head and said: "Difficult. The picture scroll is too vague. This is a small world, and Haoran Tianxia is separated by a big world. This kid's hometown seems to be another small world. I am not familiar with this kid's life. Can it be done? If you really have to do something, it will be easy for him to get deeper and deeper into it, and then he will be really hard to save."

In an instant, Chen Pingan opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, sweating profusely.

Chen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "How did you exit the dream?"

Chen Pingan remained silent.

Chen Qingdu shook his head and sighed, "You should know how difficult it will be to enter the upper five realms in the future."

Chen Pingan nodded and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Chen Qingdu looked at the Heavenly Demon, who immediately promised: "This kid will be my grandfather from now on, I promise not to mess around."

Chen Qingdu left with the old deaf boy and Yan Xin, and the white-haired boy didn't dare to stay for a long time, worried that Chen Qingdu, who was in a bad mood, blamed himself, so in the end only Chen Pingan remained.

Chen Pingan only laughed after they left.

I had a good dream. At the end of the dream, I dreamed that someone bowed and someone returned the salute at the same time, so the former didn't know.

It was me when I was a teenager, and I was still carrying a big basket.

After bowing to the young man and returning the salute, Mr. Qi smiled and said goodbye to his younger brother.

Chen Pingan didn't remember such a thing, he only knew that he did bow to Mr. Qi to thank him.

Not what good dreams are.