Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan and Yan Xin came to a cage.

A middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged, hardly breathing, skinny and skinny, but his fists were bold, and each strand of his fists was condensed into real fists, like countless tiny dragons, entrenched in the human mountain range.

A real excursion.

In the battle before Chen Ping'an came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, this pure warrior in the wild world killed six sword cultivators with his fists, including one immortal sword cultivator.

The man opened his eyes and asked, "Are you killing me?"

Chen Ping nodded.

The man glanced at the seamstress behind Chen Ping'an, and said calmly, "Take your own head."

That ugly woman who was neither human nor ghost, he knew that he was invincible, and the woman's vicious methods caused him to suffer a lot of crimes.

Chen Pingan said: "If you ask a boxing match, life and death will be divided."

The man sneered and said: "A pure martial artist with sword spirit Great Wall, want to use me as a whetstone? I'm afraid that if you punch me down, you'll hug that girl's waist and cry out for pain. Haha, it's a pity that this girl looks so real. Not pretty."

Chen Pingan said: "Senior Lianxin, close the prison door. Open it after you die."

Lian Xin closed the door, and a fence of sword lights appeared, and inside the cage were two warriors.

The man stood up, "It's refreshing."

Chen Ping'an clasped his fists and said, "The mighty world, Chen Ping'an."

The man was slightly stunned, cupped his fists and said, "Jinxi City in the wild world, Hongyin."

One at the Yuanyou state and one at the bottleneck of the golden body state punched almost at the same time.

Inside the cage, fists were surging.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of punches were handed out to each other. Chen Ping'an used his fists and feet to neutralize the opponent's punches. He defended more and attacked less. In the end, Hong Yin's leg swept his waist. , Hong Yin stomped on the ground and approached, but Chen Ping'an turned sideways, lifted her foot, bent her knees and kicked Hong Yin's abdomen, changed her strength, and pressed Hong Yin to the ground with one leg.

Chen Pingan did not follow the trend to pursue, but took two steps back, holding back with one hand, and turning his fist into a palm with one hand, and placed it in front of him.

The fist frame sank slightly.

The whole body of fist is slowly rising.

Hong Yin, who was fine, slapped the ground with his palm, turned over and asked, "Is this the end?"

Chen Pingan said: "I know your roots, but you don't know my details, so let you test it out. From now on, I will give you a hundred punches to test my lightness and strength. After that."

Hong Yin twisted his wrists, his spine and ribs included all his joints, like a carp flipping his back, his fists exploded, and his spirit poured out.

When he punched and changed his tactics earlier, he was really tempted. At this time, Hong Yin said with a smile: "If you really want to have confidence in your statement, you have to be at the Ninth Realm."

The man only heard that the pure warriors in the Haoran world are all paper-based due to their innate physique.

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I haven't traveled far yet. But on the battlefield, killing Hou Kuimen cost a lot, so that I haven't fully recovered yet. But to tell you the truth, I fought against people and was injured. Not hurt, never bothered."

Hong Yin walked slowly, while Chen Pingan just stood there without shifting his sight, allowing Hong Yin to take a short arc route.

As a very powerful remote traveler, Hong Yin has naturally heard of Hou Kuimen who is dressed in fancy attire. Hong Yin has never met him, but has only heard about him. He likes to wear bright red armor and a purple gold crown with phoenix wings on his head. Two extremely long feathers, the whole body is full of treasures. So Hong Yin didn't take Hou Kuimen very seriously in his heart. As a pure martial artist, he should have nothing but his fists. For example, this young man with bare feet and sleeves rolled up in front of him is refreshing and pure.

Hong Yin asked: "Hao Ran the world's warriors catch and fight each other, is it possible that all of them are like you, and you have to explain it clearly before you make a move? Is there such a weird thing?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "It's just to let you punch more quickly before you die."

After a pause, Chen Pingan was still honest with each other, "You haven't made a move for too long, your fists and feet are unfamiliar, and you are too worried about the woman outside the cage, and your fisting power is far from its peak. What's the point of me punching you to death casually. "

Hong Yin stopped talking.

A martial artist asks about boxing, the reason is big or small, just look at whether the fist is heavy or not, and whether the boxing technique is high or not.

After that, within a hundred punches, Hong Yin's punches were swift and fierce, like a whale swallowing a rainbow, and he deserved his name.

A knee hit the opponent's chest, and the young man in blue slid backwards for more than ten steps. He just put out a fist but did not punch, a spine trembled like a dragon's pulse, and he lost all his strength.

Hong Yin punched the opponent's shoulder hard at the same time. Taking advantage of the slight change in the opponent's figure, Hong Yin's own punch surged, and he hit him close to the body, so that the young man in green shirt almost hit the Jianguang fence.

But the other party's eyes, complexion, and even fist, almost dead silent, motionless.

Hong Yin's last leg swept the opponent's neck, causing the opponent's figure to turn upside down a few times, and finally propped his palm on the ground, with his head on the ground and his feet on the sky, his body was still.

Close your eyes, and hold the sword formula in front of your body with your left hand.

In the last few punches among the hundreds of punches, Hong Yin twisted his figure and threw his long arms hard, causing the young man to fly horizontally. The position just avoided several punches from Hong Yin, and finally the young man stood still, just on the straight line between Hong Yin and Nian Xin.

The hundred boxing sparring was over, Hong Yin didn't want to separate life and death in an instant, but the warrior's intuition made him dare not approach the opponent casually.

Hong Yin stopped walking, greatly surprised, and Yan Xin was also very curious.

As a Qi trainer who was born as a half-wild cultivator in Jinjiazhou, Lian Xin has traveled around for hundreds of years, and is also a tailor who specializes in looking for good "silk and satin". Live a hasty fight on a narrow road.

When did a young man in his thirties have the bearing of a master? Moreover, most of the warriors in the remote realm and the great masters in the mountaintop realm that Nianxin has seen are overbearing. Even if the brilliance is introverted, the fists are mastered, and they return to the basics, once they fight with their fists, they are also heroic spirits, and they are definitely not young The way people punch... is calm and calm.

Afterwards, the two sides asked about punches, and Yan Xin found some clues. Chen Pingan's choice was even more weird, as if he had changed his mind.

Hong Yin played very heartily, while Chen Pingan still hit the target, but he evaded very little and focused on blocking.

After about half a stick of incense, Hong Yin suddenly withdrew his fists, and asked in doubt: "I have exchanged two mouthfuls of martial arts true qi, and you always use one qi to fight the enemy?"

Chen Pingan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and answered the irrelevant question: "I'll come back to you for a discussion in two days."

Hong Yin shook his head, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "It's fine to look down on Hong Yin of Jinxi City, martial arts skills are not as good as others, and you can't be admired by opponents, but you, Chen Pingan, can't you look down on martial arts?!"

Chen Ping was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Senior is right."

Chen Pingan finally changed his pure qi. The outer frame looked loose, ape-shaped, and the inner school was a big dragon. He supported it with Zhongqiu's "peak" boxing frame, and directly raised his hands in the drum-beating style of a god and a man.

Wufu Hongyin, before he died, looked like a fish on a hook, suddenly relieved.

The old rules, twist the core to collect the corpse.

But this time, Chen Pingan didn't watch. He just sat outside the cage and took a sip of wine.

Many sewing techniques have long been familiarized by heart, but Lian Xin seemed to have nothing to do, and asked, "How did you practice this punch?"

Chen Pingan turned his back to the cage, and said slowly: "The person who taught me boxing doesn't like to talk about boxing theory. There are only a few words, and there is one sentence that I never dare to forget. 'My boxing is in the sky, and there is no one in front of me'."

Lian Xin nodded and said: "That martial artist is so bold."

after that.

Chen Pingan went to the next prison, where the Yaozu was imprisoned, and he was a Jindan Bottleneck Sword Cultivator.

A Golden Core Bottleneck Sword Cultivator, from a sword sect named Zhengrong Sect.

In the wild world, there are only a handful of sects that rely on sword cultivation as their foundation, and they are very different from the Haoran world. It is not just a sword fairy of the fifth realm who can establish a sect in the wild world. Even if the sect's banner can stand up , can't hold it. In the wild world, big monsters are rampant and unscrupulous. Among them, they are most disgusted with the Sword Cultivator Sect. They slap and stomp their feet. After all, sword immortals and sword Cultivators are the most precious, so big monsters don't kill people, they only harm the landscape. Who can stand such a toss.

Therefore, every sword cultivator sect in the wild world, as long as they survived the first hundred years of their creation, they are all extremely powerful mountaintop forces.

According to the secret documents of the Summer Palace, the Zheng Rongzong used to hide the sword fairy of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but later his identity was revealed and he was besieged. In the end, the Sword Immortal was refined into a puppet with a little bit of spiritual intelligence, but still could only obey the orders of others. He once appeared in the siege battle, and was beheaded by Li Tuimi, the chief priest of the Yan family, and was freed.

In this cage, after asking Lian Xin to open the gate, Chen Pingan signed up for himself, only said the word "asking the sword", and sacrificed the bird in the cage.

I never thought that the Golden Core Bottleneck Sword Cultivator would kneel down and stand up, saying that he was willing to swear a heavy oath of allegiance to Chen Pingan in exchange for his life.

Seeing that the young man was indifferent, this sword cultivator was even more determined, willing to break the foundation of Dao, strip off the natal flying sword, and give it to Chen Pingan, only to continue to live in this cage.

This ancestor of the Zhengrong Sect is a sword cultivator who is a direct descendant of the sword cultivator. Fighting on the battlefield, the sword is extremely unpredictable. A natal flying sword "Tian Lai" has two kinds of natal supernatural powers. Wherever the flying sword passes, there is no flying sword, only extremely subtle. The sound of mosquitoes and flies, and the sound of mosquitoes and flies flapping their wings, if they resound in people's ears, they are still not small. If they vibrate violently in the acupoints of people's qi, they will naturally have a huge killing power like thunder. The thunderous sound of the Feijian naturally contains the true meaning of the Five Thunders. The most difficult thing to defend against is that the enemy needs to listen to the sound to identify the position when they detect the Feijian.

As soon as the sword energy moved, the small world of the human body was filled with wind, thunder, cloud and rain.

It was precisely because the flying sword of this Yaozu swordsman was too unreasonable that he was specifically targeted by the two sword fairies of the Sword Qi Great Wall and was able to be detained in prison.

After Chen Ping got the "Tian Lai", he put away the flying sword and caged the bird. There are some records in the Summer Palace about Zhengrongzong's secret method of practicing swords, but Chen Pingan asked again, checking for omissions and filling in many gaps.

Chen Pingan and Yan Xin looked at each other, and she immediately understood and stepped into the prison.

At the same time, a small and exquisite yin god travels out of the body, holding ten "embroidery needles" with different brilliance.

Knowing that he was going to die, Jianxiu hated him and cursed at Chen Pingan.

Lian Xin was quite satisfied. He had asked Na Hong Yin before, the martial artist Hong Yin died too much as he wished, and he had too little resentment towards the young hermit official, which was not a good thing.

The sewing method of twisting the core not only involves three souls and seven souls, but also can contain resentment.

Standing at the gate, Chen Pingan took another sip of wine, took a sip, and was very frugal. You can't wait until you really suffer a lot, but you can't drink wine instead.

Lian Xin was fiddling with the Golden Sword Cultivation Pill, and said casually: "If you are in one's position and want to manage one's affairs, everything will never go smoothly."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "These things have been thought about for a long time. There is no need for a reason to kill monsters in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. It doesn't matter whether it is a hidden official or not. It's uncomfortable, but my level is too low. Now I am facing any throne. The big monster is death. Not to mention them, it is extremely difficult to confront a sword cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm. It is even more difficult to face the last sword fairy. It is too difficult to become a sword fairy."

Nian Xin smiled and said, "It's not too difficult to be a five-level swordsman at a young age."

Chen Pingan was dumbfounded.

It's rare for a seamstress to tell a joke, it's really cold.

Earlier, the old deaf boy had exchanged three coins for blood essence from the loach, and the young hermit was not a human being when he started business.

The old deaf son also asked for a few catties of flesh and blood from that junior from Yaoluohe. Anyway, he had a so-called master young man by his side, who seemed to be able to cook. With that jug of good wine, one more The so-called loach stewed tofu in the pot is really a fairy day.

As for the title of master of the simple and honest boy, would the old deaf boy take it seriously? Do you really think that you are in the Ascension Realm after eating fast and chanting Buddha?

What the boss Sword Immortal did was just to give You Yu a chance, at most it was just a talisman, as long as the young man had no ability to catch the chance, once the 100-year period passed, life and death would be extremely clear. Replaced by the clever Du Shanyin, the old deaf child can now figure out how to deal with Du Shanyin a hundred years later, so this is called stupid people have stupid blessings, You Yu is too stupid, old On the contrary, deaf children are embarrassed to do it, because it is not very interesting.

And You Yu doesn't take the status of master and servant seriously, which is where the young man's real way of life lies.

So it's a good thing to read more books, as the young hermit said, don't mistake someone from Ascension Realm for a great monster.

You Yu was grabbed by the shoulder by the old deaf child, and left the dungeon that made him almost suffocate, and walked around several demon corpses and broken golden bodies of gods. As far as he could see, it was a treasured place of geomantic omen that brought peace to the young man. Chanting, in front of the huts by the stream, a huge grape trellis was erected, with verdant green shade, covering a wide area of ​​acres, among the rows of greenery, the clothes were all green.

Every time You Yu takes a breath, he feels refreshed and happy. It is a mysterious feeling that seems to have been refined and refined. It can make people skip the Qi refining link. . After all, he was a visiting guest, and the young man dared not make a mistake.

The old deaf boy said with a smile: "Just breathe out and guide, it's not bad for your spiritual energy. Small fish swim in the river, and they can drink until the river is dry."

The old deaf boy stopped, "The master hasn't come back yet, let's wait for a while."

You Yu nodded vigorously, very nervous.

Because the seniors around him told him about the identity of the sword fairy, the criminal officer.

An ancient official position that has disappeared for many years in the history of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, is at the same level as a hidden official.

The deaf old man didn't go into details, he only said that the criminal officer, Sword Immortal, felt guilty and felt shameless to show others.

In the other direction, the two walked slowly along the stream. It was the faceless sword fairy and the boy Du Shanyin.

A few small bags made of silver silk thread hung around Du Shanyin's waist, revealing a golden light, as bright as the morning glow.

The old deaf child smiled and said, "No wonder."

In this world, the two kinds of corpses, the big demon and the gods, are in the invisible long river of time. The bones are constantly decaying, eroding, and peeling off. The rare ones are pieces of golden body fragments. The young hermit traveled in the past, but his luck was not good, and he didn't see a single place. On the contrary, the young Du Shanyin traveled with the sword fairy and returned with a rewarding experience.

That sword fairy would never take the initiative to destroy the corpse of a god. He just waited for the money to drop from the sky every day, and then bent down to pick it up.

Presumably, this trip with Du Shanyin is also to see how the boy's luck will be.

By the side of the stream, there was a woman pounding her clothes on the bluestone cutting board, and hitting her clothes with a pestle. Du Shanyin yelled, and she suddenly raised her head, her face was radiant and beautiful.

Du Shanyin was suddenly absent-minded, there was a little servant girl who was wearing gauze, holding a bamboo basket, standing beside the woman who was making clothes, with bright eyes and a smile, seeing the young man bewildered, the smile became more and more uncontrollable.

Sword Immortal Judge and Lao Deaf nodded.

Then the old deaf boy walked towards the grape trellis with gloom.

Under the grape trellis, there are different heights, and exquisite porcelain cups are hovering, as if waiting for the grapes to fall into the cups.

The colorful December flower god wine cup is painted with 12 graceful women and 12 poems corresponding to the occasion.

The old deaf child laughed and said: "In that magnificent world, apart from the female flower gods, there are actually twelve male flower gods, all of whom are heroes and darlings of the Hundred Flowers Paradise. Most of them are immortals and literary heroes. Erfa, for a certain kind of flower, wrote amazing poems that will go down in history. A Liang revealed the secret, saying that the birth of these famous poems through the ages was not all accidental, but the help of the girls of the flower gods was indispensable. The beautiful night tour below is enviable."

The young man is gloomy, he just thinks that he is listening to the heavenly scriptures.

On the Jianqi Great Wall, the old deaf son occasionally went to the top of the city, pretending to be deaf and dumb, not saying a word, at most, he would break a few words when he met A Liang.

In fact, just looking at the inscription on the partridge sky and the conversation between the old deaf boy and Chen Ping'an, one can tell that this great monster in the Ascension Realm has a lot of knowledge.

The short, white-haired boy was carrying a white jade-like skeleton on his back, walking like flying, running on the other side of the stream.

Bone feet dragged on the ground, crackling.

It is clearly a golden branch and jade leaf slough of a fairy, and it is unknown where it was dug out.

The executioner, who was covered in clouds and mist, turned his head to look at the Heavenly Demon.

The white-haired boy stopped immediately, looked at each other across the stream, and said with a smile: "Just for the two noble sons of heaven, I am sending a gift for meeting and congratulating you. I will give one today, and I will make up for it tomorrow. "

The old deaf child laughed.

The sword fairy didn't speak either.

The white-haired boy said solemnly: "I swear as the grandson of the hermit official and the grandfather of the old deaf boy! I just went to take a peek at their hearts and minds. If there is any sneaky move, I will be struck by thunder."

He said aggrievedly: "Just a few glances, really just a few glances, I haven't seen the scene of the wild world and the Great Wall of Sword Qi for a long, long time."

This demon turned to look at the two young men, "My surname is Wu, I speak Tianwu, and I speak big words. My name is chatter, chatter chatter, trivial words, and words are hard to say. I have no airs as a senior. You two can call me by my full name."

Neither the old deaf child nor the criminal officer would underestimate this alien demon.

An extremely annoying neighbor indeed.

The white-haired boy wanted to pester him, and the sword light flashed.

The white-haired boy lost the bones and ran away. Every time he condensed into a human form, he was shattered by the sword light that followed him. After dozens of times, the sword light stopped following him when he was more than ten miles away from the hut.

The white-haired boy hovered against the wind, full of sorrow.

Because an inch or so of sword light hangs not far away.

This is the flying sword technique of the criminal officer. As long as the sword fairy is willing, Jian Guang can chase and kill the alien demon for several years.

The white-haired boy raised his hands, "Little boy, go home, I don't want to bother you, I'll go find Lord Yinguan."

He said go away.

In a flash, he came to the prison steps.

Jian Guang did not follow.

Erqing Snake and the "Children" wearing daggers walked slowly, and it was a great pity that they failed to enter the state of mind of those two teenagers.

He looks at other people's memory, just like looking at calligraphy and painting albums. The pictures with blurred memories are line drawings. Bi Xian. The method of Huawai Tianmo doesn't stop there, there is also the method of holding a pen. The higher the monk's realm, the greater the supernatural power of Huawai Tianmo. He can even tamper with and smear the scrolls that others have treasured in their hearts at will, which can make people Forget some, or suddenly remember some.

The reason why the Lord of Baidi City is a person in the way of the devil and is greatly feared by the monks on the top of the mountain in the world is that he is proficient in this way.

However, there are still many "unreasonable" means by that city lord, and this celestial demon is also fascinated. He really wants to visit the city lord in the Divine Continent of Central Earth and discuss Taoism.

It's just a cage here, and I can't get out of it.

Go have some fun.

Anyway, Chen Qing had already agreed to himself, as long as he didn't attack the young man directly, borrowed something else, and added the previous temptation, the matter was only three, and there were still two chances.

The white-haired boy chose two, the fox charm with mediocre charms, and a demon monk from the lower five realms who was sure to die.

Lord Yinguan is a man after all, and judging by his attire, he is still a scholar.

Of all the great desires in life, lust is the most lingering, and it is the same as that of men and women. Everyone has all kinds of attachments, and morality is the most shackles, and it is no different from gods and ordinary people.

That Hu Meizi came from a fox den in the wild world, but unfortunately she only has seven tails and her knowledge is superficial.

The white-haired boy came to the cage where the fox charm was held, and before the other party noticed something strange, he had already gone to the lake of her heart, wantonly "turning the book" to browse the picture scroll.

A moment later, he swaggered out of the fox spirit's body, but he just played a trick and shook his head, it was too horrible to look at, it was too clumsy. No wonder the young man was unimpressed.

Hu Mei still didn't realize it.

The white-haired boy said to himself: "Next time I see that Chen Ping'an again, you will return to your original appearance, with your plain face facing the sky and your dress neat."

"I'll help you make up a sad and sincere story. For example, you came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to meet a certain lover."

"Then I'll give you an extra supernatural power. With the method of glamorous corpses, you can practice the color refinement technique, and then help you secretly build a romantic tent, so that you have a slight chance of winning. If you want to blame, blame that kid for being too determined and too weird."

No matter what the material of Yanshi's natal objects is, what is the final refined style, whether it is a red gauze tent, a barbed bed, or an embroidered handkerchief, they are all called Fengliu tents, and they are also called gentle townships.

This alien demon randomly occupied the heart of a seven-tailed fox charm, started to paint with a brush, and suddenly laughed.

Cultivators, my life is up to me?

Are you thinking too highly of yourself?

After fighting with a Nascent Soul cultivator who was not a sword cultivator, Chen Pingan, covered in blood, lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

Lian Xin threw him a porcelain bottle, and then she got busy at the side, saying: "Haste makes waste, it's right to start with the golden elixir."

Chen Pingan said: "I have to find a place to live here, the kind where I can meditate and cultivate."

Lian Xin said: "Then we have to find the Heavenly Demon of Transformation, he is good at turning virtual reality into reality."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Since you can't hide, you won't hide."

Yan Xin continued to clean up the mess, and said: "We will start work soon, let me tell you a little about sewing clothes, you should be mentally prepared, so as not to act hastily and suffer unnecessary hardships."

Chen Pingan immediately sat up.

Yan Xin said: "The thing at hand is to start with sculpting the eyeballs. But it doesn't sound very pleasant, so let me tell you something lighter first."

Chen Pingan smiled bitterly and could only nod.

Nuxin said slowly: "According to the rules of the sewing people, the world of the human body is divided into three meridians: mountain, water and air. The muscles and bones are the mountains, the blood is the water meridians, and the spiritual energy integrated into the soul is the air meridians."

Chen Ping'an said in a deep voice: "Senior Nian Xin, please explain it in detail. The more trivial and detailed the better."

You can bear witness to each other's words as mentioned by your senior Li Er, which will be of great benefit to martial arts.

The subtleties of the human body are filled with pass-throughs, just like a vast geographical map.

Nian Xin recounted the details with a lot of words. Then he raised his hand and spread his palm. The skin grew very fast, and soon it became like a normal person. "For example, the five fingers are like mountains, and the lines on the palm are like water, winding and crisscrossing. This is the pattern of mountains and rivers merging together. If you just look at the palm lines, you can think that the world is in one palm. Following its veins, the internal organs are clearly visible. Otherwise, how can a Taoist have the magical power to view mountains and rivers? coming?"

Before Chen Ping'an could ask in detail about the secret of the magical power that controls mountains and rivers, which was a magical skill that he had been thinking about for a long time, Nian Xin changed the topic. She had already raised her palms and spread her fingers, "You can sew clothes for the Five Sacred Mountains." Shape diagrams, you can also draw the Five Thunder Zhengfa cloud seals, you can also use the yellow method of imperial edicts to refine the five elements, you can also write Shen Gao Qing Ci. With just five fingers, I am good at six types. According to legend, we The founder of the sewing industry, he was extremely talented and had no successor. He used the method of stacking formations to melt several secret techniques into one furnace. He could turn his hands to form clouds and turn his hands to form rain. His magical powers were not inferior to those of the ancient Feng Boyu masters. Once upon a time, Yufeng goes to Longhu Mountain and uses the Five Thunder Method to make the sky dark and the earth dark with just one palm."

Chen Pingan said tentatively: "I once saw an allusion in a literary manuscript, saying that someone had hundreds of lines of poems by a great poet tattooed on his body. Is it a hidden sewing skill?"

Nuxin was silent for a moment and said, "My brain is sick."

Chen Pingan could only nod in agreement: "Indeed. That's what I felt at the time."

Nie Xin continued to elaborate on the various secret skills of sewing people.

Chen Ping'an took out the sword-raising gourd but did not drink any alcohol.

Nian Xin asked casually: "Why do men like to drink so much? Especially for those who are cultivators, drinking is such a waste."

"In the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it is no better than our Haoran Tianxia. Even if you break through, you may not be able to live long. There are a few Earth Immortal Sword Cultivators who will squat on the roadside, drinking wine and eating pickles."

There will no longer be such a scene between heaven and earth.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, thinking of her in his heart, and smiled: "A woman is just wine, there is no need to drink it."

Chen Pingan fell back, forgetting who said it. The boy liked the girl by drinking glutinous rice wine. The taste of the wine was not strong, but it was the first time she drank it, and it could be intoxicating. After growing up, if a man likes a woman, he will burn his liver and intestines if he is not careful, just like drinking soju. As he got older, the old man missed his woman. It was winter, so he warmed a pot of rice wine.

Nian Xin turned around and looked around, jokingly saying: "Don't say this kind of language to women in the future."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Then I will change it later."

Except for Ning Yao, no one has anything to say.

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes, knowing that he was in a hurry about sewing clothes in prison, but he would eventually want to leave as soon as possible.

At this moment, the transformed demon was looking at a monk from the Lower Five Realm Demon Race.

As for the Great Wall of Sword Qi, a battle is imminent.

The sun shines on the city.

The old Taoist gently patted the sea of ​​clouds under his seat, which looked like the largest futon in the world, with one hand, and waved to the hanging sun with the other hand, "I am a poor Taoist who has not yet fully achieved his merits, and his pocket is also shy. I am really a poor Taoist, so I have no choice but to borrow some light."

The vast sea of ​​clouds first dispersed and then condensed into golden gods. The old Taoist waved his sleeves and landed on the battlefield.

Above the line, the huge demon clan showed its true form, colliding with the golden god.

The monk in cassock shook his shoulders and shook off the lion worms that were refined into Buddhist scriptures.

The Confucian saint is sitting upright, and the sun is just right, which is suitable for drying books.

The title of the book has a natal character, and the clear meaning of the book also revolves around that natal character.

There are countless siege monster clans in the wild world.

On this day, Chen Pingan was sitting cross-legged outside a cage.

Nian Xin put his hands behind his back and stared into Chen Ping'an's eyes.

Her Yin God is carefully carving out one of the young man's eyes with an embroidery needle.

It had lasted for a cup of tea, so tiny blood beads condensed and flowed out of the eyes.

Nuxin observed the young man's state of mind and said casually: "If you can't survive this level, I advise you to give up sewing later. Don't close your eyes. If you move your eyes even the slightest, all your efforts will be in vain. You will have to weigh the consequences yourself." .”

As long as they can survive it, sewing people have their own mysterious ways to recover from their injuries.

After a while, Tuxin was slightly surprised and said: "Yes, it seems that two things can be done at the same time. The eyeballs are made using the most superficial yellowing and greening methods, and the needle is slowly drawn out. The seal carving is mainly Yunzhuan, and the inscription is the shallowest. But then it won’t be so easy on your back. The main method of cutting is to use the punching method. Nine stacks of seals, bird and insect seals and hanging dew seals should be engraved on the joints of your spine. These are all techniques of stripping clothes, and more importantly, the techniques of dressing. It's too early. If you think you can't handle it today, or think you can wait a little longer, speak up now and make it clear to me."

Chen Pingan remained silent.

Nuxin came behind Chen Ping'an, made a knife with both hands, and cut the green shirt and skin apart. He reached out and grabbed it, and with extremely slow movements, he pulled out a little of the entire spine.

The woman bent her fingers, tapped lightly, and listened, regretting: "You misunderstood me, there are so many hidden dangers of small injuries? Why don't you show them at all?"

Lian Xin casually put the spine back in place, with a tone of complaint, "Don't apply the medicine for now, this pain, get used to it as soon as possible. Can't you bear it? Just take it well."

Chen Ping just couldn't speak, and he had to keep his mental state as dry as ashes, and his soul in a "dead state", otherwise he wanted to wring this bitch's head off.

In the prison, a building with a round sky appeared out of thin air a few days ago, except for four pillars, there was no cover.

It is as small as the kiosks that can be seen everywhere on the roads of the world, but it is not complete.

Chen Ping walked slowly barefoot.

Being in it, the vision is wide, although there is nothing to see.

The white-haired boy of Erqing Snake hung outside the building and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Chen Pingan kept walking and asked, "What do you mean?"

The white-haired boy said angrily: "How can a cultivator's state of mind be so broken, like a battlefield?! It made me run into walls everywhere..."

Chen Pingan punched slowly, and said with a smile: "In the bright, there are kings and laws, and in the dark, there are ghosts and gods. The dark and dark are all turbid, but the conscience is still in the heart. The universe is heaven and earth, the sun and the moon are bright, why is there such a thing?"

Lian Xin stood on the steps in the distance and reminded: "Start work."