Sword of Coming

Gu Can had a good chat with the old Jin Dan who was a national preceptor. He was not pretentious and sensible, so they hit it off. They chatted for a while and sat together on the threshold of the hall. There was no tense and hostile atmosphere. Sure enough, the palace maids brought the food carefully prepared in the imperial kitchen. They only dared to glance at the young man in Confucian shirt from a distance, and then they walked softly and silently, like a cat walking at night, with their heads lowered. Outside the main hall door, Huang Lie took two food boxes. Gu Can smiled and thanked them. The old man said that they didn't need to worry about the food boxes left here. He would take care of them, and they quietly left. Next, the old man just ate a piece of pastry and stopped. The reason was that he couldn't eat anything too sweet and it would stick to his teeth. Gu Can munched on the palace delicacies. The old man picked out a flea from his body, gently twisted it with his fingers, and made a snap sound. It seemed that every time he picked out a flea from his body, he made a silent complaint. Huang Lie, who had been the imperial master of Yuxuan Kingdom for decades, said to himself that it was very interesting to pick lice in front of the officials. Gu Can nodded and agreed, which was very elegant. The old man asked Gu Can if he was Sect Master Liu of the Longquan Sword Sect. Gu Can smiled and shook his head and said no. The reason was that Sect Master Liu was not as easy to talk to as him. He, Liu Xianyang, always looked after his head and body when doing things. If it were him, this There has been a lot of trouble in the palace for a long time. For example, Liu Xianyang would directly block the door of you and Xue Pang. Huang Lie was even more unsure about the identity of the young man in front of him. When talking about Sect Master Liu, his tone was so casual? It can't be the one from Piyunshan, right? Absolutely impossible, could it be from Mi Da Sword Immortal who has a long sword energy? I heard that this Jade Sword Cultivator from the hermit official lineage in the Summer Palace came to Haoran World and is now in the Immortal Realm. Does this mean that the water and soil in our Haoran World are not much worse than the Great Wall of Sword Qi? Gu Can seemed to have guessed the old man's thoughts, but still did not rush to announce his family status.

The Yuxuan Kingdom was a small country in Aquarius Continent, with neither a high nor a low position. Moreover, because it was one of the vassal states of the Great Li Dynasty, it relied on others. Huang Lie's title of national master was just an empty decoration. It was said that one person was worth less than ten thousand people. The national preceptor who is above people is nothing more than the "Golden Pill" who was paid by the Xue family to support the scene. In the end, it is a completely different situation from the embroidered Cui Yan to the Song family of the Great Li Dynasty. It is not only the level of the two parties, but also the level of the two parties. The disparity is as wide as the sky and the earth, and the reason is that the national preceptor Cui Yi is looking for trouble, while Huang Lie is hiding from trouble. Of course, Huang Lie admires the embroidered tiger from the bottom of his heart. The reason is very simple. In the eyes of the old man, , without the great Li cavalry and the national master Cui Xuan, the Aquarius Continent with hundreds of countries would not only have generals but no country, people are worse than ghosts. After all, a watchdog in the peaceful and prosperous times lives more like a person in the troubled times. personal.

Perhaps because he thought it was not a problem to sit around facing each other like this all the time, Huang Lie found a lame excuse and asked tentatively: "How did Fellow Taoist know Master Chen?"

Gu Can didn't answer the question, "When I was young and ignorant, I heard someone tell me a truth that I thought was very empty at the time. He said that being an accountant with an abacus and dealing with numbers all day long may not be really interesting, but at least you can work hard. For fun, it can be as small as calculating the daily expenses of a small sect, as large as studying the records of a mountain sect or even a country, you can discover a lot of hidden knowledge that is easily ignored by people, as long as someone delve deeply enough and If you are thorough, you can gradually see through the clouds and mist the spirit of a country, the trajectory of its rise and fall, and the traces of its policies, just like there is a real account book on the table with all modifications and falsehoods removed. Every item in the account book A context is a clear wheel track. When we are willing to be patient and listen carefully, we can hear clearly the thunder of how history came and where it is going."

Huang Lie thought about it for a moment and realized that it was indeed an unheard-of novel statement. The old man turned his head and looked at the many palaces and sighed: "Of course the idea is very good, but it is simple to say but difficult to do. It does not take great perseverance, perseverance and skill to achieve it." This feat cannot be accomplished. The threshold for this matter is too high. How many people in a country can have access to these confidential files and casually browse the account books of the Ministry of Household and Yamen of a country?"

Gu Can was noncommittal and laughed it off.

The small town of Niping Lane, Luolu Mountain to the west, Qingxia Island of Shujian Lake, the small wine shop and summer palace of the Jianqi Great Wall, plus the current Qingping Sword Sect of Tongyezhou.

Huang Lie glanced at Gu Can's Confucian shirt and asked with a smile: "Do you think something is wrong, fellow Taoist?"

Gu Can smiled and said: "The most sage master once said, 'A scholar is determined by the Tao', and later generations of sages followed up by adding some relatively pragmatic principles. But the predecessors were making a backward deduction, so this matter naturally It suddenly becomes very difficult to reach the sky, and it is easy for people to take this matter too seriously, and inevitably they will be afraid of the road and become timid. This is what makes it even more difficult.”

Huang Lie nodded, "Fellow Taoist, what you said is true. I have learned from it."

Gu Can said: "Shall I say something offensive to this junior? It seems that my senior position as a national master is a bit unworthy of his name?"

Huang Lie smiled heartily and said: "This is not an offense. Just saying that I am not doing my job properly and that I have to squat in a manhole instead of shit is a good thing."

Gu Can said: "In the final analysis, the Xue family of Yuxuanguo cannot really make the best use of things and does not know how to use people to do things."

Huang Lie smiled and said, "I don't feel comfortable saying such things."

Gu Can said: "It's okay, the debt is all on me."

Huang Lie sighed, "As the old saying goes, if you are not deaf or dumb, you are not a writer."

Gu Can nodded, "Every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite."

Huang Lie sighed for no reason, "Taoism has Taoism's method, Buddhism has Buddhist practice, and Confucianism has Confucian living methods. You Confucians must make the framework of the real world clear and clear. I want people to be able to use it without learning. The culture and tradition are passed down from generation to generation. Each generation has its own scholarship and problems, and each generation has its entrustment. Therefore, scholars inside and outside the temple are willing to treat those who entrust their lives with others. Self-righteousness. I guess fellow Taoists are like this too?"

Gu Can smiled and said: "Senior, I'm mistaken. I'm not a serious scholar. Being polite and observing the rules is completely a last resort for me."

Huang Lie asked: "Have you ever suffered a loss?"

Gu Can nodded and said: "In this matter, I have fallen down and suffered, and I have gained a bit of memory. Some people have said that the stupidest person in the world is the one who suffers in vain."

Huang Lie smiled and said nothing. After living a long time, he could still understand some of the hidden meanings. The "someone" that Gu Can called before and the "someone" now must be Shanzhu Chen.

Then Gu Can said something that made the old man confused, "The decisive battle between the two countries is not just on the battlefield, and the two armies are not the only ones who confront each other."

Gu Can explained: "You can replace the two countries with good and evil, and the two armies with yourself and others."

Huang Lie smacked his lips and put his palm on his chin, "It's a bit chewy."

Huang Lie asked with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, we have a good chat, but why can't we tell you what's going on?"

Gu Can closed the food box, clapped her hands, and said with a smile: "My name is Gu Can. I am from the same hometown as Chen Ping'an. We both live in Niping Lane."

Huang Lie was stunned and speechless, as if he had been hit by a sap, and his heart was shaken. Isn't the madman Gu Can, the direct disciple of Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City, busy making achievements in another continent?

And according to the gossip on Aopingzhou Mountain, aren't they saying that Chen Ping'an and Gu Can have completely broken up long ago? It seems that they broke up on bad terms at Shujian Lake and had a bleak ending where they never see each other again until they die?

That's why when the Luopo Mountain group visited Zhengyang Mountain later, there was the Sword Immortal Liu Xianyang, but there was no sign of Gu Can. This is indeed the case. One is a close disciple of the literary sage lineage, and the other is the direct descendant of a giant of Haoran’s demonic path. They cannot urinate into the same pot. They have different Dao and do not seek each other. Wait until the incense and love accumulated in their youth. After squandering all the money, the two sides will definitely drift apart and lose their books. According to common sense, if these two figures have reached the top of their own practice and meet each other in the future, and they don't regard each other as enemies, I'm afraid they are nostalgic for each other?

Gu Can put his hands on his sleeves, narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile: "Senior, you are surprised to hear that it's me?"

The old man also put his hands into his sleeves in a decent manner, but he quickly took out his hands and said angrily: "It's the same as putting your hands into sleeves. If you do it, you will have the style of a noble man. If I do it, I can only look like a nobleman." What a rustic farmer."

Gu Can burst out laughing.

Gu Can said: "Huang Lie, can we discuss something?"

Huang Lie actually shuddered and immediately said decisively: "Killing the emperor by a Qi practitioner is the biggest taboo. Nowadays, the rules of the Confucian Temple are very strict. You will be arrested and sent to the academy to be imprisoned. No, absolutely not! What's more, Emperor Xue is my boss after all. I can't do this kind of ungrateful thing! Gu Can, if you are determined to go on a killing spree here, I will definitely not be able to change the outcome. I will pay for it with my life. To be honest, I'm not willing to give up, so I have no choice but to block you. You can beat me until I vomit blood and then faint. Please don't hit me too hard or too lightly, so that I can respect my status as a national teacher and my own conscience. , this is a somewhat acceptable explanation!”

Gu Can couldn't help laughing, "Senior is very quick to talk."

Huang Lie wondered: "Isn't this the case?"

Gu Can said: "I'm not a fool. My current level is far from enough for me to compete with the rules of the Confucian Temple. What I want to discuss with you is that... we have a good conversation. Seeing that he has hit it off, instead of receiving a tight salary from the Xue family of Yuxuan Kingdom every year, Huang Lie, the national teacher, would rather change his cage and change the bird, change the mountain, get a new identity, earn money from gods, and achieve success in cultivation. hold up."

Huang Lie frowned and said, "What kind of mountaintop, what kind of identity?"

Isn’t it possible that I, a cultivator with an innocent family background, would be allowed to go to the White Emperor City in Middle-earth to earn a living? After changing the family tree, Huang Lie thought that he was not so thick-skinned.

Moreover, the outside world said that there are so many strange people in Baidi City. He, a golden elixir monk, entered Baidi City. Even with Gu Can's guidance and paving the way, he would really be able to eat well and enjoy the good things? In the capital city of Yuxuan Kingdom, if nothing else, Huang Lie could at least have a peaceful sleep every day.

Gu Can stood up and said slowly: "I invite you to a new sect without red tape to serve as a registered worshipper. Don't worry, it is the kind of real worshiper who has a seat in the ancestor hall. I can promise you that if you don't want to do anything, you can be free. If you want to do something, you will be very busy. It only depends on your own wishes. In addition, as the meeting gift of the sect leader, Huang Lie is expected to become a Nascent Soul monk with two or three Taoist secrets. If you find another one, you will have the opportunity to be among the top five in the future. As for whether you can finally break through the realm, or even take another step forward, cultivation is ultimately your own business, and it is not a child's play. No one can guarantee that you will be able to cross one or two big steps."

Huang Lie stood up subconsciously, "I have to ask, what do you see in me when fellow Taoist fellow Daoist is so sincere?"

Gu Can smiled and said: "On the one hand, I am getting along well with you and I like you. On the other hand, I feel that your golden elixir bottleneck is not unbreakable, it is just a lack of opportunity and qualifications. A Yuanying realm monk, no matter where he is, They are all relatively valuable. For example, my first master, Jiejiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao, had been a Nascent Soul Realm Immortal for many years. Back then in Shujian Lake, he was an existence that had to be controlled by wind and rain. He is as big a figure as a local emperor."

Huang Lie asked cautiously: "Fellow Taoist, are you ready to establish a sect?"

Gu Can nodded and said from the bottom of his heart: "My senior brother Fu Xi and I will each take away a group of people from Baidi City. Baidi City will soon become an empty city. We must each build our own ancestral palace." Create a lower sect."

Huang Lie said: "What if I refuse the invitation from fellow Taoist?"

Gu Can said: "Don't worry, there will be no consequences. To put it bluntly, it's hard to tell the truth. What's the point of arguing with a golden elixir now? It's a loss of status. If you and I say goodbye today, we are just going our separate ways. But from now on When that sect improves, it will be difficult for you to join again. Of course Huang Lie can stay here and wait for death. Whether he can break through the sect can only be left to fate, but he can live a comfortable and stable life. , it’s time for the rich man to find a place to retire. Of course, you can also bet on the gambling table. You can find wealth in danger. While you still have some spirit and have not been wasted away by the world that has hit the wall everywhere, you can take advantage of a newly-rising Sect, let’s take a big gamble and pursue the true path, and see if we can add another upper-level fifth-level monk to Aquarius Continent in the future.”

Huang Lie's eyes sparkled, and he stared at Gu Can's face with his fists. The old man smiled and said, "Is it a good thing that there is no such shop in this village? Since they say that moving a tree will kill someone, then let's ask for it. A request?!"

Gu Can asked coldly, with playful eyes, "Aren't you afraid that I'm lying to you?"

Huang Lie was stunned at first, then smiled and said: "Since Sect Master Gu and Chen Yinguan are still friends, and the rumors are quite different from the outside world, there must be a bottom line in doing things."

Gu Can's face was tense, and she muttered in a low voice, cursing her in her hometown dialect.

Huang Lie, who was originally a little worried, felt relieved for some reason after seeing this scene. The old man secretly felt that he had made the right bet this time!

Huang Lie once again used the title of "Sect Master Gu" and asked curiously: "If I ask, why didn't you go to Luopo Mountain instead of Baidi City?"

Gu Can asked, "Are they different?"

Huang Lie didn't know how to answer for a while.

Gu Can smiled and said: "The book says that if you have good neighbors, you will see a gentleman every day."

A wild female cultivator with the Taoist name Chunxiao and the pseudonym Gu Lingyan, she still plays tricks in the Qintian Prison and enjoys it endlessly.

But she also knew her own weight. It was because of her high level that she was able to fool the three supervisors. It may not be because they were not smart enough.

Since she has been working as a personal maid with Gu Can, it is reasonable to say that it is rare for her to go out for a walk. Having a moment of freedom should be a bit relaxing and comfortable. However, she often thinks about whether there is a fight in the palace and whether there is any excitement to watch. , which made Gu Lingyan laugh at himself in his heart, ha, the cat follows the rice bowl, the dog follows the owner.

The high mountains and ridges are inaccessible to people. According to legend, an ancient immortal ordered Wu Ding to open a straight path in that dangerous place where the mountains are winding and the peaks are like swords. Later, an emperor planted ancient cypresses beside the road. The trees provided rich shade and the road was like a corridor of green clouds. For two thousand years, there has been a plank road leaning on a dangerous peak and facing a torrent. The ancients drilled holes in the wall to build a narrow plank road. There was an ancient-looking young man walking along the plank road, holding a seven-hole bone flute and playing with the old man. It is made from the ground crane ulna bone, and a gold slip for abdicating sins hangs from the waist. In that deserted ancient post of the ancient Ming Dynasty, the enlightened young man who once allowed the five gods to clear the way in history stopped. The changing dynasties outside the mountain and the rolling dust of the world made him tired of seeing it. He chose to stay away from the world and focus on remembering things. Since then, he has been a man of enlightenment with great supernatural powers. Of course he knows that this is abnormal, but for two thousand years, he can only explore for clues in the world alone, searching hard for a certain truth, but he has never been able to uncover it. The young man sighed and walked into the dilapidated ancient inn. Being good at Kanyu, he already knew that this place had quite a mystery. It seemed like another talisman crossing set up by a fellow traveler. Having traveled alone for a long time, he had already discovered There seem to be such ownerless buildings everywhere in this world. If there is a pavilion at the foot of the mountain for people to rest, then there is this ferry "in the mountain", which seems to be specially used to help Qi refiners cross the mountains and rivers. Sure enough, the next moment, ripples appeared, and the scene around him changed instantly. When the young man's footsteps landed, this ancient immortal, who still didn't know his name, came to another mountain thousands of miles away. In a Taoist temple, there are five old men with different expressions. They are looking at a huge scroll spread out. There are a lot of blank spaces in the painting, and only yin and yang fish are painted. When the five old men saw the uninvited young man, they wanted to compete with him. The young man laughed dumbly and glanced at the yin and yang fish on the scroll. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with those arty mountain spirits. His figure condensed. A burst of smoke jumped into the painting, and then he came to a bustling market. The young man seemed to be in a water town. There were many houses in the shape of a seal on both sides of the bank. According to local customs, when marrying a daughter, you must take a ride on it. The colorful boats with lanterns and colorful decorations walk along at least three bridges, Fulu Bridge, Wan'an Bridge and Changshou Bridge. The young man passed by a time-honored soy sauce garden that has been popular for thousands of miles. It occupies a huge open-air drying area and has huge sauce vats arranged vertically and horizontally. A rough estimate is that there are at least two thousand in number. The strong aroma of soybean paste hit his nostrils. The young man looked around casually, looking through the wall and across the house. He saw a well-matched couple. After the wedding, the piano and harp were playing in harmony. On this day, the newlywed woman was spreading paper and polishing ink, and the man was drawing a small three-foot painting. , the inscription and postscript are as many as five or six hundred words. The neighbor's tall house is full of flowers, and there is a crape myrtle in the yard. The villagers don't know how valuable it is. To the young immortal, it seems that it is about to become a spirit. In this old house, there was a large pile of IOUs stacked on the study table, and an old man who was about to die was throwing the IOUs into the brazier. The unscrupulous descendants outside the door watched this scene helplessly, gritting their teeth and widening their eyes, their eye sockets covered with red threads, full of reluctance and resentment, but they did not dare to show it. When the young immortal saw this, he sighed and walked into an alley. There was a young man who was setting up a stall to cheat money. He was squatting on the roadside with his hands in his sleeves and yawning.

The young man was not interested at first. In the past, he traveled around the world and set foot in the human world again and again. He had long been accustomed to this kind of crappy method, which was based on the residual chess scores and was a sure-fire business. But today, the young man looked serious. , just because this stall displayed Go records, the young man sat opposite the man who cheered up and smiled. In the end, the two sides played a three-catastrophe cycle in the chess game that was even rarer than a draw in Go. The man laughed. It's a pity that the chess move was one step away and the four calamity cycle could not be played, so it would be helpful for fellow Taoist to take a little more step. The man raised one hand and pointed to the entrance of the alley. The boy stopped at the entrance of the alley and turned around, asking what my name was? The man seemed to be playing a riddle and pointed at himself. Seeing the boy's confused expression, the man could only smile and said, "I only know your last name is Yu." The young man surnamed Yu walked out of the alley and came to a small county town where the imperial examinations were flourishing. There was an old man who specialized in collecting scrap paper. In this place with a strong literary style, almost every household has a small bamboo basket for holding paper. Whether it’s the joyful practice of writing calligraphy or the study of the style of writing in the study hall for scientific examinations, as long as it is a piece of paper on which words have been written, they will not be discarded casually, gathered together, and put into such a small bamboo basket. There is a circle of white paper on the outside, and a strip of red paper about the width of a palm is pasted vertically, with four thick-ink regular characters written on it, "Respect and cherish words."

Large families would place this bamboo basket next to the incense table in the ancestral hall, while small families would not dare to neglect it and would mostly place it in a clean corner of the main room. Once the paper basket is full, the old man who specializes in collecting paper will take it away. The old man would often carry a large bamboo basket on his back, go door to door, collect the writing papers, put them in the basket, and carry them to a small remote temple, where he would eventually be responsible for burning the papers. There are no clay statues of gods enshrined in the temple. Except for the curls of cigarettes lit when burning paper, there is no other incense all year round. On the north wall, there is only a vertical scroll with only text, which reads "The God of Emperor Wenchang".

The young man followed the old man carrying a basket all the way to the small temple. The old man squatting at the entrance of the temple burning paper smiled and said straight to the point: "Is Daoist Fellow Yu still used to this status?"

Yu Shiwu likes to say that he doesn't go down the mountain often, so he should take care of himself enough this time?

Yu Shiwu asked directly: "How did you manage to erase my memory?"

The old man smiled casually and said: "Since we can write and draw on paper, we can naturally erase the words and pictures on the paper."

Yu Shiwu asked in a deep voice: "You are so deliberate and cautious at every step, what do you want?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Re-reading old books is a waste of taste. Only by practicing hard can I achieve success."

Outside the ancestral hall, seeing that Chen Pingan was unwilling to fight against the enemy as a swordsman, Ma Kuxuan seemed to have regrets and said: "I have learned some boxing skills in the secular sense, but compared to you and Cao Ci, If it doesn’t work out, I’ll put it on hold.”

I recall back then, during the battle at the Immortal Tomb in my hometown, the two teenagers fought fist to fist.

"Many times, I do envy a sword cultivator like you, so over the years, I have spent a lot of energy looking for a path to become a 'proper' sword cultivator. There is no way, I just can't find it, even if I quit As for the second best, I secretly checked many ancient and secret books that were listed as taboos, trying to find a shortcut to Taoism that was similar to the officialdom, but the result was still unsuccessful. Let me and Beiju Luzhou Henjianshan buy a few imitation swords, fake Sword cultivator, if you can't do it, you have no shame to do this kind of thing."

After all, there are only Jade Pu Realm sword cultivators in the world, and I dare to say that I can fight against an Immortal Realm cultivator without any stage fright.

In fact, the reason why the sword cultivator is regarded as the leader of the four most difficult ghosts on the mountain is because during the Lower Five Realms, the sword cultivator's combat power was formed the fastest and was the most unreasonable. It can only be said that a flying sword is like a divine power given by heaven. It gives the Qi practitioners a headache. After all, the Qi practitioners in the Lower Five realms are physically weak and have not mastered many of the techniques around them. Sword cultivators fight against them. Once they form a deadly feud, they will sacrifice their lives no matter what. A flying sword, with a swish, a judgment is made. Life and death are already divided. How can there be any reason?

As a fellow villager and same age, Ma Kuxuan seems to have such a quirk that he becomes talkative whenever they get into a fight. Like an alcoholic telling the truth while drunk?

In the previous two fights, Ma Kuxuan thought he was sure of victory, so the old god was here, but what happened this time? Are you unhappy if you don't want to say your last words and explain your future affairs?

Ma Kuxuan's expression was complicated. He didn't know whether he was mocking himself or sarcastically, and said: "It's hard to tell the truth to ordinary people. I don't know why, but every time I see you, I can't help but want to talk more nonsense."

Seeing that Ma Kuxuan still didn't want to stop chattering, Chen Pingan was not in a hurry anyway, so he simply withdrew his fists and walked slowly to stretch his muscles.

"Chen Ping'an, believe it or not, when I was in my hometown, when I was still in Xinghua Lane and you were still in Mud Bottle Lane, I already regarded you as a fellow-traveler. Well, a fellow-traveler. This is a kind of It’s more of a written expression. To put it simply, we are on the same road, we are very similar, we can endure hardships, we have eyes for life, we can hide things in our hearts, we look at the world, we like to go back to our roots, and we don’t want to be manipulated by others. Even if this 'other' is the so-called God, it still won't work. Don't deny it. To a large extent, I understand you better than many people in Luolu Mountain. People who stand in the shade of trees to enjoy the shade will never be able to see clearly. The whole tree, you and I, our respective followers, no matter how many in number, they are all living in our shadow after all, how can we recognize the true face of you and me?"

"So I even made an idea very early on. When I become successful, I will take you with me. I will sincerely give you the most benefits, with glory and wealth that a young man in Mud Bottle Lane can't even imagine. The real benefits are to wear off your desire for revenge bit by bit and become that kind of true friend. Then one day, I create a mountain sect, and you help me. I can take care of everything and leave it to you. I believe you can do a good job in managing all the affairs of the sect, better than anyone else. That’s why I said before that for the younger generation in the town, the two of us are enough. A sect can have two ten Sitting on the top of the mountain is not enough? Otherwise, what do you think I did when I went to the creek to pick up snake gallstones? They were originally reserved for you, and were intended to be used as starting materials for you to go up the mountain to practice Taoism in the future. Unfortunately, I did not expect that you would actually You will meet Ning Yao from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and you will have so much involvement with her. You will also be able to run to the mountains to the west under the instructions of Blacksmith Ruan and use those three bags of gold and copper coins to buy a bunch of mountains. , I became a rich man, and from that moment on, I knew that an ending similar to today’s meeting was inevitable, the only difference was the time, and who was going to kill whom.”

At this point, Ma Kuxuan paused briefly and asked tentatively: "You picked the time this time, then let me pick the place?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Okay."

Ma Kuxuan said: "Since you are so good at arranging pictures and creating geography, I won't be polite to you. Why don't you choose the Great Wall of Sword Qi as the battlefield? I haven't been there yet. It is indeed a small place. Pity."

In an instant, Ma Kuxuan really got what he wanted, and the position under the feet of both parties turned into a city head. Ma Kuxuan looked up and saw the wonder of three bright moons hanging in the sky. It was just that the season had changed, and it seemed like a sky. After a heavy snowfall, it was hard to tell whether the ground was moonlight or snowy.

Ma Kuxuan moved a few steps, his boots squeaking in the thick snow. He picked up a handful of snow on the other side of the battlement, put it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and nodded, "It's really It's quite similar to that. How did you do it? Generally speaking, it is quite difficult to deceive the vision of the upper five realms. You can even hide the sense of touch and taste? How? Did you do it? To support the authenticity of this illusion, you need to consume a lot of spiritual energy, right? Why do you have to mobilize so many troops to deal with those unworthy Ma family disciples? Isn't it a bit overkill?"

Chen Pingan stood on the other side of the city and remained silent.

Wearing an eye-catching bright red robe, it looks slightly out of place with the snow-white sky and earth.

Ma Kuxuan sighed, "Yes, you have been such a personality since you were a child. You are careful, prudent, mature, and steady. You, including yourself, are regarded as potential enemies. This is what I admire most about you. Chang Don’t be surprised if you are scolded, and don’t be afraid of being beaten often. Is this what the book calls calmness during big events?”

Ma Kuxuan turned his head and looked at the scene in the city, and quickly found the location of the summer palace. "Thinking about military affairs on paper is full of frost."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "That's ridiculous."

"I remember when I was a child, I always heard my grandma say something repeatedly. She said that everyone has his own destiny. Whether his destiny is good or not is determined by fate. A person's previous life determines his fate in this life. What kind of fate will he cast? You have already planned what kind of person you will be and what you will say. The outside world says that you are lucky and very good. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain how an orphan in a back alley could have such a good fortune. "

"After all, he is not just a poor man who jumped over the dragon gate and got the first prize in the exam. A poor man with a poor family suddenly became rich and became a rich man. Even Lin Shouyi, Dong Regardless of the well, outsiders can barely understand it. Only on your side, common sense cannot explain it. It seems that there is no other explanation except Hongfu Qitian. Chen Pingan, what do you think of this? "

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I follow the crowd."