Sword of Coming

Yo yo deer roar, eat wild apples. My heart is long, green and green.

If you think about it innocently, the love between men and women is very similar to seeking Taoism in the mountains.

"Sir, there's something different about this rain."

Ning Ji caught up with Chen Ping'an and went out without an umbrella. Senior brother Zhao Shuxia was usually the first to go to the Yuanyuan Village School and prepared breakfast there.

I didn't expect it to rain halfway, but luckily I didn't run a few steps before I met the gentleman who seemed to have predicted the heavy rain before going out. He is really a scholar.

The young man's eyesight is shrewd and bright.

This is the best qualification for monasticism.

Maybe not even the spiritual watchers from all over the world could see what the young man saw.

In Chen Ping'an's eyes, this heavy rain is destined to last for several days. In fact, every drop of rain is a golden word that contains Taoism.

As long as there is a way out, there is also a way.

However, the world, especially the top sects' "preparation for rainy days", relies on various formations and methods to see whether "catching the rain" is effective and how effective it is. For now, there is no verification.

I'm afraid we can only wait until the rain stops, or it can take decades or hundreds of years after the rain stops, and through various Taoist opportunities, large and small, to get a gradual proof.

The only exception is probably those great monks who have reached the bottleneck of "high places in the sky". Only this small group of people on the top of the mountain can get a relatively intuitive view of Taoism.

I believe that many far-sighted and great monks in the human world hope deep down in their hearts to break the bottleneck of the Ascension Realm through this sect.

Chen Pingan slowed down, tilted his umbrella towards the students, and walked towards the school together. He said with a smile: "It's different. This is quite a good statement. Very good."

The founders of the three religions broke away from Taoism, bid farewell to the human world, and rushed to the new heaven together. The careful confrontation with those who tried to reenact the way of heaven and arrange the human world was a "heaven".

So of course the "rain" will be different this time, and it will never happen in thousands of years.

Logically speaking, ordinary masters would have almost no feelings, but Ning Ji was able to keenly sense that this torrential rain was unusual, which in itself was a kind of proof and recognition of "qualification" for cultivating Taoism.

Ning Ji was a little embarrassed. He was just making a random statement. He never expected to receive a verbal commendation from his husband. The gentleman does not praise others easily.

Chen Pingan said: "Ning Ji, do you want to learn the magic of immortality?"

Ning Ji said without hesitation: "Yes, of course I want to learn."

The grandfather who had been dependent on each other for many years and fled to the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom has now returned to his hometown. Even though time has changed and people have changed, his hometown is still his hometown after all.

Ning Ji just thought that if he succeeded in his studies, he could go on a study tour alone early and visit his grandpa there. I heard from my husband that Master Lu taught my grandfather a Taoist technique that can strengthen the body. It is not difficult to become a long-lived old man. In fact, Chen Pingan said this implicitly. If Lu Chen said it completely, as long as there is still the spirit of spreading branches and leaves, it will not be difficult for a dead tree to grow old and have children.

When it comes to "ending things up", Chen Ping'an and Lu Chen are both like-minded people. They don't just pat their butts and walk away. They care about getting together well and ending well.

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "If you learn magic one day, what would you most like to do?"

Ning Ji answered honestly: "I have never thought about this question. Sir, do you have to wait for me to give a satisfactory answer before you can learn the legendary immortal method?"

I heard that those who are soaring in the clouds, whether it is from hearsay among teenagers or from books, it seems that at the beginning of going up the mountain, they must set great ambitions, and after going up the mountain, they must put in great perseverance and hard work, and go through many things during this period. Only through difficulties and trials can one attain enlightenment and become an immortal.

Chen Pingan shook his head and smiled: "It's just a casual question. When I was about the same age as you, if someone asked this kind of question, I probably wouldn't be able to answer it."

He had never heard of cultivating Qi Zhiping, being immortal, eating cold pig head meat, carrying mountains across lakes and seas, and turning the tide of disaster. How did the young man from Mud Ping Lane respond?

Just learn boxing, practice swordsmanship, build a bridge of immortality, and just try to survive.

Ning Ji raised his head and said with a bright smile: "Sir, tell me more about the knowledge in the mountains. I have loved hearing this since I was a child. Even if I don't learn immortal magic, I still find it interesting."

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said slowly: "If we only talk about Qi refining in a narrow sense, you don't have to regard practicing immortality as too lofty or mysterious. Simply regard it as a craft, just like the kiln workers who make porcelain. There is no essential difference between a farmer farming and a master teaching. It’s just that the threshold for cultivating Taoism is indeed higher than that of hundreds of craftsmen in the market. Whoever has good qualifications will learn quickly. This is called the ancestors’ food. For example, ancient books believe that all people will achieve immortality. Those who are all are ordered by the Tao Qi, which is naturally endowed by heaven and earth, and is a large gathering of wealthy couples in the Dharma and Earth. However, this statement cannot escape the trap of fatalism, and I have doubts about it. But if it is about cultivating the Tao and seeking truth in a broad sense , the threshold is high, and I have to admit that apart from personal character, I have to talk about whether God will reward me with food."

Having said this, Chen Pingan took out a few talismans from his sleeves, which belonged to the relatively unpopular and rare "one character" on the mountain. He wrote the same character, "Xian" in seal script, official script and regular script respectively.

Handing the three talismans to Ning Ji, Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Put them away first. I will teach you a method of breathing and breathing with eighteen stops of sword energy in the near future. In the future, you can do it in your spare time after studying and refining your energy. Observe the word "immortal" carefully, and write down your insights occasionally. This is not a lesson for me to show to any outsiders. It is written for you to read. It is used to record your reading experience at different ages and stages. Don't underestimate this. One word, and it feels like it is no longer studying. In ancient times, those Taoist priests and scholars, many of the great universities that have continued to this day, originated from one or two words or a certain sentence."

Ning Ji thanked his husband, then carefully put away the three talismans and put them in his arms. The young man touched his chest and smoothed it gently, as if he felt relieved.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Not many people dare to say that they have finished reading the book, but if you have read the book thoroughly, you and I can still strive for this level."

Ning Ji patted his heart, and the young man seemed to have received a huge reassurance. He grinned and said, "I remember every word that Mr. Sir said, and I will think about it carefully several times before going to bed every day."

My husband is a very adaptable person, and he doesn’t have any requirements for food, housing or transportation. However, he is very particular about studying. He is very particular about it.

For example, if you open some books at hand that your husband often reads, you can tell at a glance how many times your husband has read them, because the first annotation is all in small regular script, and the second time is "Zhu Pi". The vermilion text written in the narration will be relatively casual, it may be running script, or even cursive script. The third time you read the book, you will use a green ink ingot to grind and dip the ink to proofread the text...

The truth couldn't be simpler: "Reading without writing is equivalent to reading in vain."

Therefore, the simplest "unique method" of reading does not require Chen Ping'an to explain the truth to his student Ning Ji.

Ning Ji will naturally follow his teacher's example and just copy it. The last time he was in Luolu Mountain, his junior brother Cui Dongshan gave him a gourd-shaped inkstone as a gift from his classmates. The inscription on the back was "In the same way" ".

The senior sister Pei Qian said that she was not good at studying and studying, so she gave Ning Ji a bag of fairy money and said that when you see the book you like, at least you don't have to look at the price.

Senior Brother Cao gave Ning Ji more than a dozen books and asked Ning Ji which books to read first and which ones to read. Cao Qinglang explained in detail why and how to read.

This may be an old tradition of the Literary Sage lineage. When students meet, they never like to talk about their respective realms and cultivation. They focus more on studying.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Will you still be nervous next time you go to Luolu Mountain?"

Ningji said: "I will definitely still be nervous, but I won't be that nervous anymore."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Sir, I can teach you a trick that I have figured out myself. When dealing with people, do not be disrespectful in your actions, and do not be disrespectful in your words when dealing with others."

Ning Ji's eyes lit up, "Easy to remember and easy to learn!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's easy to remember, but not necessarily easy to learn."

Life is full of busy work, and for Chen Ping'an, it is just a series of... stealing punches. If you don't know enough, think of others when you see something good, and accept it when you see something good.

When the day comes when there is no more punches to steal, you will probably truly reach the level of "I am already a master".

Ning Ji said: "I am just learning superficially, and there is a huge gap between me and my husband saying 'learn well'."

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand outside the umbrella again, and the raindrops of golden words hit the palm of his hand. Chen Pingan found that he still couldn't catch them. The rhyme of the words would disperse on their own. If they stayed in this posture for a long time, it would be a bit hot. Chen Ping'an just tried to incorporate these soybean-sized raindrops into the long river of time in the small world of the human body, but found that he could not keep those golden words. He did it by force. A piece of text can store water into a pond, but it is a pity that those golden Tao Qi It will still disappear, and a pool of stagnant water will still remain.

It's not that Chen Ping'an is conceited. When he can't retain Dao Yun with his natal flying sword and magic means, it means that many Ascension Realm monks are in an ordinary situation. This is normal, or this is in line with the status of the founder of the three religions. In the way of spreading Taoism, it is wishful thinking for monks on the mountain to try to solve problems with strength. It is estimated that the correct answer lies in the power of Taoism. Only if you truly recognize the three teachings in your heart can you have the opportunity to accept this gift of Taoism.

Ning Ji followed suit and stretched out his hand to catch the rain. The raindrops hit the palms of his hands, making the boy hurt. The rain was so heavy that the boy grinned and tried to pull back his hand.

Chen Ping'an's expression changed slightly, he straightened the umbrella that was tilted towards the boy, patted the boy's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Ning Ji, I think it will rain for a long time. You can run back to your residence to get an umbrella. I'll I’ll wait for you here. Don’t rush on your way, remember to change your clothes.”

Ning Ji had such a plan. It was still some distance away from the village school. He couldn't let the rain wet his shoulders just to take care of himself.

Without saying a word, the young man turned back the way he came and ran in the heavy rain with brisk steps and a strong body. Every time he took a breath, a burst of white mist rose above the young man's head.

Chen Pingan stood there and soon saw the figure of the young man who had changed his clothes and ran back. Ning Ji held an umbrella in his hand and an oil-paper umbrella under his arm, which was for Senior Brother Zhao.

How lucky I am to be able to meet these students and apprentices at that time and now.

Ning Ji trotted all the way to Chen Ping'an and plucked up the courage to ask, "Can I ask you a question, sir?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Is there anything I can do? Just ask."

Ningji asked curiously: "What kind of person do you want to be, sir?"

Chen Pingan reached out and touched the young man's head, and gave an answer that was not an answer, "If you ask sir where you are going, students will know it when they have done it."

Ning Ji was filled with admiration, "I remembered another golden saying that can be used as my motto. Sure enough, sir, you are quite knowledgeable."

Chen Pingan patted the young man's head gently and said with an angry smile: "In the future, I will talk to Cao Qinglang more about knowledge and less to Cui Dongshan."

Ning Ji whispered: "Senior Brother, I am actually quite knowledgeable. He said many things that encouraged me to study humbly and learned very well."

Chen Pingan asked casually: "For example?"

Ning Ji said: "For example, the little senior brother asked me if I could see everything clearly and not see the public opinion. Of course I had only a little knowledge and didn't dare to talk nonsense. The little senior brother asked and answered his own questions and helped me clear up my doubts. First he said, 'Gift' You will never be suspicious, and I must cherish the precious opportunity to spend time with my husband every day, read more, listen more, learn more, and learn three or four successful things in and out of books, which will be enough for me to benefit for the rest of my life."

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Do you really believe it?"

Ning Ji said doubtfully: "Believe it, why don't you believe it? How dare you not believe it? I just saw how my husband persuaded the river god to drink at the table last time. The more I thought about it afterwards, the more knowledgeable I became."

Chen Pingan said with a smile: "What a good example."

Ning Ji really wanted to chat with his husband for a few more words, and asked: "Besides the vision, what knowledge is your husband studying recently?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I'm thinking about a game of chess. The opponent can determine the outcome by at least a few moves on the chessboard. Then I'm thinking about whether all human nature has the same origin and different flows."

Ningji let out a wow, amazed, he couldn't learn from this.

Walking on the path by the stream, I passed by old trees with green leaves and the sound of wind and rain on the branches. The same stream of water cannot be retained by the mountains. Usually it is just gurgling, whimpering for others, but it is like a high voice during heavy rain. The husband and the students held an umbrella and walked slowly together. As they approached the school, Ning Ji suddenly said softly: "Sir."

Chen Pingan joked: "Why, you are so talented that you want to write a poem?"

The young man originally wanted to ask his husband why he was willing to stop here to teach in the countryside, but when his husband interrupted him, he didn't want to ask anymore.

Chen Ping'an said seriously: "Our lineage of literary saints has finally won the top prize."

Ning Ji immediately shook his head like a rattle, "I don't dare to think about it, I don't dare to think about it."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "You can think about it."

There was about a quarter of an hour left before the school started. Chen Pingan put away his umbrella and stood under the eaves. The wind and rain were heavy, the sky and the earth were dark, and he looked at the stone sundial on the edge of the grain drying field from a distance.

It's almost time to meet the real inner demon.

Whether he can return to the Jade Pure Realm and hit the bottleneck depends on what this sneaky and well-hidden inner demon really means.

Those inner demons that have been cut and dismantled are not pure because they are rooted in part of Chen Ping'an's humanity. Just like a confrontation between two armies, the inner demons of one side's coach are always hiding in the dark. He has been driving hundreds of thousands or millions of soldiers under his command to attack the city, deliberately showing weakness and deliberately testing. In the final analysis, it is against the pure divinity Chen Ping'an who stands on the top of the mountain of bones. They are two extremes. , a distant confrontation, a tug-of-war between the complexity of the human heart and the purity of divinity.

In fact, Chen Ping'an once had a whimsical idea of ​​"inviting you to enter the urn", that is, before the founders of the three religions dispersed, he built an illusory and bone-ridden Immortality Bridge in his own small world through the construction of Jingguan, and laid it out through visualization. A so-called road to heaven, so that the demon in Qing Ming's world who is free from Taoism and can be regarded as the fifteenth realm will be aware of this vast fighting in the world and take the initiative to enter this place. Chen Ping'an will occupy it at the same time. The "ancient battlefield" with the right time, place and people allowed the founders of the three religions to kill them all once and for all. This was what Chen Pingan and his husband, the old scholar, called their own "secret" method at Jise Peak. At the same time, Of course, Chen Ping'an, who is involved in risky behaviors and takes dangerous risks, has the possibility of reaching the sky in one step.

The old man in the backyard of Yang's medicine shop once left a letter asking Chen Ping'an meaningfully, "Are you full?"

If you must eat, eat the biggest one! With the help of external forces, strive to directly eliminate a fifteenth-level demon! Eat as much as you can, and leave what you can’t eat for the time being.

Zhou Mi successfully ascended to heaven and left, occupying an ancient heavenly ruins. This was a gift from heaven, and Zhou Mi began to pursue sixteen with fifteen realms.

According to the old man's usual behavior, Chen Pingan, as the other "half one" who shares an equal share with Zhou Mi, must have another "gift" that is not much different in the world, like spring planting and autumn harvest in the fields, waiting for Chen Pingan Go harvest. The key depends on whether Chen Pingan dares to think and whether he can do it.

Even if it is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away, even the founders of the three religions cannot eradicate the hidden dangers of the demons. Don't forget that Chen Ping'an still has a heart left to practice swordsmanship in the sky. Condescending.

Accompanied by a sword bearer.

This is another kind of cover-up for Chen Ping'an.

This is Chen Pingan's seventh level of thoughts and ideas during this retreat.

But now it seems that Chen Pingan's plan has completely failed. The demon didn't bite the bait at all. Maybe it thought the bait was too small. Maybe it was because the Dao Ancestor was there and it didn't dare to act rashly. It could also be that it had been weighing the pros and cons for a long time and could see through the thoughts of Nascent Soul Realm ants like Chen Ping'an from afar. , is not the Fourteenth Realm, is it worthy to compete with it and sit on an equal footing?

In short, all the layers of planning that have been exhausted in the mind are like child's play in its eyes. A child with an elementary education is shaking his head and explaining the great meaning of Taozu's three thousand words.

Chen Ping'an laughed at himself, no matter what, he tried his best.

Having traveled a long way and met many people, Chen Ping'an has forgotten when and who said that guilt comes from what he did wrong, and regret comes from what he didn't do back then.

Chen Ping'an's eyes moved upward, and the heavy rain fell like a curtain.

As soon as the sky rises.

The sky is empty.

Certain cultivators who have reached the Ascension Realm will have more opportunities.

The four seasons are beautiful and clear, human relationships are harmonious and beautiful, the winter is icy and the spring is cold, and the weeds are growing on their own.

Weeds grow deep.

Ningji stood on the other side of the kitchen and shouted softly: "Sir, it's time for breakfast."

Chen Pingan recovered his thoughts and walked to the kitchen. For breakfast, they had pickles and porridge, plus two tea eggs. The three of them all came from a poor background and ate deliciously.

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "Under the tree, Ning Ji, I hope you can become such a person."

Zhao stopped using his chopsticks under the tree. Ning Ji raised his head and asked, "What kind of person?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Scholars like Liu Jinglong of Taihui Sword Sect and Wen Yu, the head of Tianmu Academy, are worthy of the word "Chunru". Looking at them clearly, they are also warm."

Over at Luo Po Mountain, because the rain was really heavy, Taoist Master Xianwei stopped going to the mountain gate to watch. He chatted with Zheng Dafeng and Chen Lingjun, moved a bench and sat under the eaves to enjoy the rain.

Just talking nonsense, stepping on the watermelon rind and sliding wherever it goes, Zheng Dafeng casually talked about the saying "the spirit is complete and full of energy", saying that wild beasts in the mountains will not hurt children, just like the Buddhist dragons and elephants who can easily drive away and tame wild beasts. The truth is, a mountain’s temple and dojo have its own Taoist spirit, and a person also has his or her own humanity and spirit. When the Taoist Xianwei heard this, he was thoughtful. The boy in green was short-minded and thought Brother Dafeng still had something.

The little man who came here to light the incense in the Chenghuang Temple was famous for being unstoppable in all weathers. He didn't see Taoist Master Xianwei at the mountain gate, so he rode a new black snake and wandered towards the house. , looking at those three guys who are not doing their jobs properly, the boy in Zhu Yi feels very sad, just because Taoist Master Jingqing is the confidant of Master Chen. After all, he is half an outsider in Luopo Mountain, and it is hard to say anything. He is familiar with the family and the way. After entering Taoist Master Xianwei's study, he ordered the paintings and took care of them. Then he asked the green snake to wait at the gate of the mountain and walked over the mountains to find Protector Zhou. Not long ago, Shanzhu Chen actually visited the Chenghuang Temple in Chuzhou as promised. Gaoping's elm knot seemed to have come to his senses. He didn't even have any airs. He took the initiative to have a drink with Shanzhu Chen and chatted about some secrets in military books. He was very polite. , it's nothing more than arranging troops and strategizing. The boy in Zhu Yi didn't quite understand. He was just happy and worried. Why did you go there earlier? If you, Gao Ping, were as good as you are today in Shanshui officialdom, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to do it now. He must have become the capital city god of the Great Li capital.

Over in the capital city of Da Li, the old Yuanying Liu Gao, who was guarding the alley outside Ren Yun Yiyun Tower, submitted his resignation to the Ministry of Punishments and resigned from his position as gatekeeper. The old man said he would go to other continents to visit.

He is not a fool. The old man knows that since Chen Pingan came to this alley, all the strangers who have appeared here since then, whether they know him or not, and the people he stopped outside the alley, were what he calls " "I have never seen an expert", so the joke made by the national master Cui Chan back then can be regarded as keeping the promise. Liu Gao planned to visit Beiju Luzhou first, but before taking the cross-continental ferry to leave Aopingzhou, the old man first walked to the border of Chuzhou, got off the boat at Niujiaodu, and walked to the gate of Luolu Mountain. It rained heavily. In a hurry, the old man held an umbrella and looked at the mountain gate archway before leaving. Although he did not visit the door, he was still enjoying himself.

Yu Lu and Xie Xie walked all the way north, and finally came to the territory of the old Lu Dynasty. The capital of their former homeland is now located in Dali Zhaozhou.

How to deal with the capital of the fallen dynasty, especially the palace, the Ministry of Industry of Dali is a good expert and has rich experience.

The markets that had been transformed from the capital to the state city were still bustling and noisy, and the streets and alleys where the wealthy and aristocratic families of the past were adjacent had mostly become ordinary people's homes.

The young emperor and the female Imperial Preceptor who had returned to Tongyezhou did not stay here for long. They left this huge city that was once named Lu. They occasionally traveled together to ride the wind together, but more often they walked on land, in rural villages, and chickens. Dogs bark, smoke curls from cooking stoves, and children caress.

During this period, we passed through a place with sparse green bamboos and a few peach blossoms leaning towards the river. A group of ducks swam across the sparkling water full of peach blossoms. Yu Lu began to choose a fishing position and throw the rod, which greatly ruined the scenery.

Finally, they came to a mountain. It used to be the ancestral mountain of the first immortal palace of the Lu Dynasty. It was occupied by a native sect of Dali. It was the second immortal palace on the mountain after Changchun Palace. The Song family of Dali treated the former The ministers of Fu Long were never mean and ungrateful. Because of occupying this dojo and the strong support from the Great Li court, the mountain sect from the bottom of the third-rate Aquarius Continent has grown step by step in less than fifty years. Grow into a second-rate force. In fact, Yu Lu has been fine all the way. Xie Xie is, after all, a sentimental woman with strong feelings about her family and country. The more indifferent Yu Lu behaves, the more she inevitably scolds him. This is the first time Xie Xie has returned to his hometown and seen the old mountain scenery again after he became a prisoner of the Lu family and moved to the old Longzhou. Compared with the war that swept across several continents, looking back at their hometown, the mountains and rivers in their eyes now seem to have experienced a small rise and fall.

The new Taoist in the mountain looks down now. The old owner of the mountain looks up now. There are still white clouds on the mountains.

Xie Xie cried a lot. She said she was crying, but there was no heart-rending wail. She just squatted on the roadside, holding her face in her hands, and refused to get up.

Yu Lu didn't comfort her, he just waited silently for her to finish crying, and then took her to find a place to drink. They traveled together several times, and they had a tacit understanding for a long time.

In the heavy rain, at a roadside wine shop, an old wine seller was dozing off. When the customers came, he was not very attentive. On the contrary, the young shopkeeper was more enthusiastic. Unfortunately, he met two poor people. I guess they were the kind of young couple who were eloping. , otherwise, judging from their clothes, they don't look like the kind of men and women who can't afford good wine.

A slender middle-aged man, wearing a neat black robe, took off his bamboo hat. The man with a purple jade hairpin stood under the eaves, gently waved the hat, shook off the raindrops, and picked one. He sat down at a nearby wine table and ordered half a kilogram of local brewed loose wine, and asked the waiter to cook two dishes to go with the wine. The man took a sip of the wine, turned to look at Yu Lu, and said with a smile, "It's a good match."

People who don't like to drink will drink again and again, and the names and prices of the drinks are always the same.

If Chen Ping'an hadn't reminded him in advance, Yu Lu would not have guessed the identity of the other party. He smiled and said, "Did Bai Jianxian come specifically to see me?"

Thank you very nervous.

After all, the other party might be an Ascension Realm sword cultivator. If it weren't for the Huolong Zhenren lying on Di Peak, Sword Master Baishang, he would be the undisputed number one person on the mountain in Luzhou, Beiju.

Bai Shang smiled and said: "The children of the Lu family are famous for being inferior to each other until the birth of a prince, Lu Ji."

"It's a pity that this real dragon succumbed to the Qiandi, and died before it could achieve success. In the end, it still became a joke. If I remember correctly, a group of young people traveled far away to study. Chen Ping'an was fourteen years old. Just now When he learned boxing, Yu Lu was already a martial artist in the Sixth Realm. He entered the Golden Body Realm in the cliff academy of Sui Dynasty. He spent thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Looking back now, Yu Lu was in the Far Traveling Realm. , but Chen Ping'an has seen the martial arts scenery of the final level. It's really irritating to compare people to others."

"What do you think, Lu Ji?"

Yu Lu smiled and said: "Lu Ji became Yu Lu, and Lu Yue also became Bai Shang. No, if I guess correctly, there seems to be Lu Qing, the founding emperor of the Lu family, among them."

Bai Shang picked up the wine bowl and said with a smile: "Bai Yi gave me wine, will you accept it?"

Yu Lu smiled and said: "What's wrong with finding charcoal in the snow?"

Bai Shang asked: "Aren't you worried that Chen Ping'an will have a grudge and the hard-earned love will fade away, causing the two parties to travel further and further apart, and the gains will outweigh the losses?"

Yu Lu said: "Brothers will settle accounts clearly, Bai Jianxian doesn't have to worry about it."

Bai Shang took out a brocade box and said: "I have only accepted one direct disciple, named Xu Xuan. He can go to Tongyezhou and serve as the chief worshiper of your royal family. As for the elixir in the box, it is extremely precious and can be regarded as my meeting gift. You can take it yourself, but you can continue to be the emperor. Of course, you can also give it to others. Monks in the Nascent Soul and Ascension realms should not take this pill, as it is easy to waste natural resources. This pill was obtained from the ruins of a thatched hut in Jingshan. The Immortal Lord's surname is Ge, and his Taoist name is Huainan. His whereabouts are elusive, and he has no desires or pursuits. He likes to travel to the five capitals and travel to and from the Netherworld in accordance with the precepts. It is estimated that he is only half a step away from being among the Five Elements. He is one of my senior brothers. It's a pity. I have never been masked. The sword can be refined a hundred times, and the elixir can be steamed a hundred times. I only know that this senior brother Ge, who is highly valued by the master, is the best at refining the Zhizhi elixir that can bring the dead back to life, and the Fenggang prescription that can bring the soul back to life. Senior brother has never accepted a disciple in this life, and has never proposed to compile a book, so I am not the one who knows the method of constructing and refining it. The good people in future generations only know its rough outline. I still know the name of this elixir from a stranger. 'Fourth Party', also known as 'Hundred Day Immortal'."

Yu Lu took the brocade box without hesitation and asked, "Why did you and Chen Pingan become enemies?"

Bai Shang looked at the gloomy rain outside the door and smiled casually: "Whether it was intentional or not, he ruined a big plan of mine after all. Otherwise, I should at least be at the peak of the Ascension Realm today, and I can seek the fourteenth goal early." The road is on the way."

Yu Lu said: "It's not a small thing to have an enemy."

Bai Shang smiled and said: "Actually, it's okay, we are from the same hometown after all. Everyone is just showing off their magical powers on the narrow path, so winning or losing won't be too frustrating."

Yu Lu asked: "But there will definitely be a question of swordsmanship?"

Bai Shang picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, and said with a slightly helpless tone: "It can only be an open and honest sword-fighting."

There is no way, that Chen Ping'an is really lucky, and now he has too many identities.

Cui Dongshan and Jiang Shangzhen had a clear division of labor. They each stared at two isolated sites in Lotus Root Blessed Land and followed the boundaries of the formation to see if there were any loopholes and whether they could find a few fish that had slipped through the net. As a result, Chief Zhou was very lucky. He actually found a very hidden "side door" path to a large formation. It was a good trick and a man of skill and courage, but he just didn't know whether this deeply hidden big fish was inside or outside now. , Jiang Shangzhen asked the Yang God to wait and see, while the Yin God left his body and traveled far away, continuing to patrol various places quickly. Anyway, the territory was not big, so he used the stupidest method, scurrying around like a headless fly. As for the real Hanging in the air and overlooking the earth, the book will be used only when it is used. The method of deduction and calculation has always been something Jiang Shangzhen is least good at, and is even less willing to spend time studying.

As the Taoist observer's avatar of the talisman, Chen Pingan quietly left the Dieye Mountain Begging Flower Temple and the Temple. He first found the old man who called himself Taoist and asked him for help in investigating the "past lives" of Yuan Huang and Wu Jiang. The results were all the same. There is no problem, the two young warriors are both natives of Ouhua Blessed Land.

What Chen Ping'an does to this blessed place is a bit like what Lu Chen, who is in charge of Bai Yujing, does to Qing Ming. He monitors all living beings and enlightened people in the world. As long as you have enough patience, it is easy to find someone. Of course, the premise is The other party does not have the kind of heaven-reaching means that can conceal the secrets of heaven. After confirming that both Yuan Huang and Wu Jiang were innocent, Chen Ping'an went to find the female cultivator who sacrificed a fairy rope in Damuguan. Sure enough, the female founder who had founded the sect, on her way back to the Immortal Mansion, Sitting like a cicada in the carriage, the disciples initially mistakenly thought that the Immortal Master was really in seclusion. When the carriage arrived at the mountain gate, she still showed no sign of leaving seclusion, so the disciples of the sect had no choice but to guard the carriage. Chen Ping'an retreated to the mountains and rivers several times, and came to this sect where there was only one Qi practitioner besides her. He opened the curtain and saw that the woman who had surrendered on her own had a life-like appearance. She was like a golden cicada who had escaped from her shell. Thirty-six Strategies Walking is the best strategy.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to move out of his purely divine self and temporarily leave the beautiful palace with a pair of golden eyes. The white-clothed Chen Ping'an squatted in the carriage, stretched out his hand and slapped the woman's fair face, and said with a smile, "It's shameless, sir." They are pretending to be women, but you can figure it out, shake the talisman and make a clone of yourself, you are calling a small witch a big witch... If Chen Ping'an is busy in the school to teach the boys, the real body of the person is here, it is inevitable to give him a kick. . Chen Ping'an, who was in white clothes and rarely came out, kept talking. He still had to do business. He stretched out a finger and put it between the eyebrows of the "corpse sitting" woman. Then he pulled lightly, and there was a winding and squirming thread. He pulled out the pale golden thread. The golden thread was swaying unsteadily, as if it might be blown away by the wind at any time. Moreover, the golden luster faded very quickly, turning into the color of mercury at a speed visible to the naked eye. Chen Pingan waved his hand and said with a smile, " Let’s go”.

The silk thread flashed and disappeared suddenly.

Chen Ping'an in white followed him out of the carriage, riding the wind very fast, with bulging sleeves and an ethereal figure. He followed the golden line and went straight to the area where Jiang Shangzhen was responsible for patrolling.

The only remaining Qi practitioner in the sect was not at a high level, but his ability to assess the situation was not bad at all. Instead of pursuing the uninvited guest for his transgressions and offenses, he fell to the ground and repeatedly shouted that the Immortal Lord was here. superior. All he was thinking was that he wouldn't end up being exterminated. The confused disciples of the sect beside him knelt down.

The silk thread that gradually became almost transparent passed through the side door of the formation. Jiang Shangzhen was stunned for a moment, and his eyes blurred when he saw Shanzhu Chen passing by him. He said with a smile, "Chief Zhou, you are making great achievements at this time. Willow Leaf will kill the Earth Immortal with me..."

The thread dissipated outside the door of a brothel, which was not a failure.

Chen Ping'an in white fell to the ground, shook his sleeves, strode into the rosy brothel, and said with a smile in the purest barbarian elegance: "It turns out that it is hidden here, it is elegant, it is really elegant, Taoist friends really know how to choose a place."

Chen Ping'an walked to the center of the lobby and looked around. There were warblers and swallows all over the place, and the old bustard and turtle business was busy. He also made a living in the flesh business, and it was a manual job, not shabby.

Chen Ping'an still didn't use his heartfelt words, and said with a smile: "I have already come to ask for an audience. Fellow Taoist, please don't hide. It's useless to beg for mercy anyway. Since you are a dead soldier, then die generously."

The old madam, whose charm was still there and whose face was full of rouge, was stunned for a moment, and the aftertaste was gone. Could it be that his colleagues hired people to ruin the scene? The tricks were quite new, it was a dirty trick! She suddenly screamed: "Where did you come from, you bastard? You dare to come here to make trouble. Don't you know that Mr. Zhao, the censor of the city, is a regular customer of ours?"

At that time, half of the more than 500,000 refugees in Tongye Continent were now scattered in seven or eight large cities and towns. As for the vast majority of Qi practitioners, they were all expelled to another area by the monks of the Jiang family in Yunku. On the territory, if it is said that martial arts are respected here, whoever has a strong fist will be justified. Over there is the immortal master Xiaoyao, but in fact, he still relies on means to make sense. Just because both parties knew very well that today was different from the past. After all, they were in a situation of leaving their hometown and living under someone else's roof, so it wasn't too much.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "That's you. To be honest, my Taoist fellow's acting skills are very average. He has been carving and selling books these years. The troupe doesn't go there often, right?"

The madam, who was a middle-aged woman with good looks and figure, choked on her words for a moment and stared at the extremely unfamiliar young Yin Guan. She sighed quietly, "My lord Yin Guan is well-deserved."

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Is this your true appearance?"

She asked curiously: "I have been careful enough, can I ask, how did you find me?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I happened to pass by. I haven't had any wine yet, so I just came in to take a look."

She seemed to have accepted her fate, and she didn't even think about trying to escape. She said in a trembling voice: "Finally, I want to ask Yin Guan for advice, how can I survive?"

Chen Pingan raised a palm and shook it gently. The flesh and blood melted away. The palm was instantly filled with bones. The shaken flesh and blood gathered into a ball in the air, "Take it."

She was stunned. Could this young hidden official have lost his mind and gone crazy? I have been planning for many years. I don't just want the other person's hair or flesh and blood. The next best thing is to see the other person in person, but the effect will be greatly reduced. The weight of the transfer of cause and effect is not enough, and it may not be able to severely damage Chen Ping'an. Dao Fundamentals, if it really doesn't work, just "frame" it to the female cultivator from the Fox Country who is out for training.

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "You are an eyebrow painter and sewing person, maybe you are also a novelist who is proficient in the history of barnyard officials, and you are also a rare sacrificial man in the wilderness? You have many skills, but you can also make a furnace. It is reasonable for you to be a Taoist friend. There is no need to worry about getting along in the wild world, so why stay here and compete with me."

She stretched out her two fingers and took off three layers of human skin like clothes. First she became the patrolling censor Mr. Zhao, then a middle-aged scholar with an elegant demeanor, and finally her true appearance was that of a woman. , but her face was younger, her face was pale, her lips were bright red, and there was an extremely dazzling scar on her neck. Threads of sword energy slowly flowed out, causing her face that could have been called handsome to become distorted. She asked : "Lord Yin Guan, do you still remember me?"

Chen Ping'an, dressed in white, shook his head and said, "I really don't remember."

If he doesn't remember, he really doesn't remember.

Seeing that she didn't take the bait, he put away the fake flesh and blood that was like mud and returned to his palm.

Jiang Shangzhen gathered Yang Shen and Yin Shen and sat on the railing on the second floor. In fact, he hadn't visited a brothel for a long time.

She suddenly became furious and stretched out her hand to press the wound on her neck, as if she was crazy, "Ning Yao, it's all thanks to Ning Yao, that bitch, that bitch. It was her random sword slashing on the battlefield that made me completely lose my mind." The possibility of the Five Realms..."

Jiang Shangzhen felt his scalp numb and couldn't help but glance at the mountain master. Is it strange that he didn't stop this bitch from scolding? But it seems that I don’t have to use my natal flying sword anymore?

In an instant, this wild female cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm found herself in a strange and mysterious situation.

There was no eerie and sinister atmosphere, no sign of murderous intent. Instead, it was more like a golden and jade jungle full of aura and as thick as water.

When she used various escape techniques, she found that she tried her best to travel far away from the wind, and the seemingly small mountain became larger. As a result, she was never able to leave the mountain. It was like there was a kind of connection between the mountain and her body shape. A connection that definitely fits. She tried her best, sacrificing a lot of natal objects and magical powers. Every time she shattered the mountain top, it would return to its original appearance the next moment. This almost made her heartbroken. One person and one mountain were wasting away like this. She didn't even know how many days or months had passed? In the end, she had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​breaking through the formation with brute force and began to climb the mountain. The mountain seemed to be like spring all year round, with wintersweet, daffodils, peach blossoms and begonias, and hundreds of new flowers on the mountain path. There was a young immortal who was banished to the gods and was diligent in making wine while the flowers were in bloom.

On the top of the mountain, the host in white clothes, full of Taoism, sat at a table, stretched out his hand and pointed at the bowl of wine on the table, and said with a smile: "Remember, this is called wine."

She stood there.

He continued to smile and said: "This is called wine, do you remember? Girl, you must not remember it, it's okay, I can say it again."

After that, he repeated "秫水" over and over again, and the female cultivator listened to the "opening remarks" over and over again.

She only knows that the man in white introduces the name of the drink every time, but it seems that the other her has been separated from her soul. The Taoist heart that was already shaky before climbing the mountain can no longer support it, because she clearly remembers that the young Yin Guan has repeated I said "This is called wine" hundreds of times! She vaguely noticed that there was another version of herself that seemed to have completely forgotten the word "秫水"!

Chen Ping'an in white finally changed his story, "On the way here, you saw wintersweet, daffodils, peach blossoms, crabapples, roses, peonies..."

Whenever Chen Pingan said the name of a flower, she would completely forget the name of the flower in her mind, as if she had never heard of or seen this kind of flower in her life.

"flower."

When Chen Pingan said this word step by step.

There seemed to be no such thing in her life.

"Nascent Soul Realm." "Barbarian World." "Qi Refiner."

When Chen Pingan said these three words, she immediately forgot them.

Is it swordsmanship? Is it supernatural power? !

This Chen Ping'an is simply...a monster that is neither human, nor immortal, nor god, nor ghost!

There is no need to let the opponent die and his soul be scattered. On the contrary, deliberately keep it intact and only manipulate the mind of the cultivator?

She knew very well that as long as Chen Pingan was willing to erase herself and fill up the lake in her heart, her whole "self" would become a blank sheet of paper in a sense. Whatever words Chen Pingan writes on it, she is who she is.

"Who taught you that?"

"The Tao is as high as the devil. I have been dealing with my inner demons for a long time, so I had to learn this technique by myself to protect myself."

"Why leave me with this bit of intelligence?"

"Practice. I need you to verify each other."

Chen Pingan then reversed the order and returned the words "Qi Practitioner" and "Barbarian World" to her one by one, until the sentence "This is called wine".

She was ready to die and had no energy at all.

Only then did I realize that cultivating the Tao can be so...really against the Tao. The Tao can be cultivated in this way.

But for some reason, the other party was silent for a long time. When she looked up with her mind and body intact, she saw a hidden official in white with tears on his face.

Her mind went blank at first, and then she suddenly had an idea and blurted out: "Are you Chen Ping'an's inner demon?!"

The man in white wiped his tears, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled as if he was crying, "Who says it's not the case?"

It wasn't until this moment that she realized that where she stood was a mountain of bones, all covered with corpses.

A man in blue shirt with a hosta on his head appeared out of thin air, with golden eyes, and said with a smile: "Finally found you. The inner demon of the brewer, the spirit of the drinker, are the order reversed?"

The heavy rain has temporarily stopped and the sky has cleared up, but depending on the situation, it will rain again. Over there at the village school, there is a teacher squatting by the stream and rubbing a pair of pants stained with feces and urine. Practice makes perfect. Anyway, it is not once or twice. Standing next to it Wearing a bare-butt Mengtong. The child didn't want to go home and put on his underpants. The gentleman had to persuade him before he rushed home. Then he swaggered back to the stream. When he found that his husband was not there, he suddenly became nervous. Fortunately, he didn't hang his underpants to dry. On the bamboo pole in the grain drying field, the sound of books in the school was reciting, and the teacher was standing at the door. The child breathed a sigh of relief, ran to the teacher, and complained in a low voice, saying that Amei seemed to want to drop out of school because of her father. Mom thinks your teaching is not authentic, sir. If you follow him to learn, you won't be successful in the future. You can't do anything with your words. You are an adult and you are still a bachelor. What ability can you have? No wonder you don't look straight when you walk. I always like to stare at the girl's mother-in-law, so if you want to learn real things, you have to go to the school of the old master in Wuxi Village. You can't covet the low prices here and ruin your children's future. That old master Let's just say, a penny is worth a penny, this is called a scumbag, and it will mislead the children... The young gentleman listened to the child's babble, and it was inevitable that he would frown. There were only a few young men in total, and it had only been a few days. , I have already dropped out of school three times. It would be outrageous to drop out again. The child first said something very sincere, and then asked a heart-piercing question. Sir, don’t worry, I am definitely on your side. Sir, tell me the truth. How many years have you been in school? How many books have you read? Chen Pingan touched the child's head and said with a smile, Sir, I have never been to school for a day, but I have read many books... The child sighed and patted the gentleman's wrist, Sir, stop talking, please keep talking. I even want to drop out of school. I used to think about becoming a scholar. Sir, please refund the money. I don’t have to drop out. If I refund the money, don’t give it to my father. I’ll share it with you. We can buy candied haws and eat it. Whether you are a scholar or not, we will talk about it later. Chen Pingan gently hit the child on the head with a chestnut and said with a smile, "Go and study."