Sword of Coming

The bright moon still disappears, and the sun still rises.

It's a new day.

It was rare for Ning Yao to sleep so soundly. After waking up, he wiped his mouth, stood up, stretched, and simply walked down the city with his sword and walked towards the northern city.

Although Chen Ping'an has seen many scenes of immortal masters flying around the world on wind, the earliest one is Ning Yao, and then Fengxue Temple Wei and Jin Dynasties, Liu Baqiao, and more during the Kun boat ride, but Ning Yao wielding a sword still feels fresh no matter how he looks at it. Of course I will be envious.

Chen Ping'an returned to the hut and had breakfast, and then began to walk along the city head in the north, from left to right, practicing boxing. He was already familiar with the road and could close his eyes all the way. Ning Yao said that he might not come to the city head today. Look at her, so today Chen Pingan brought some food and planned to go further.

It was probably close to the old sword immortal's training place before, and there were few swordsmen. Chen Pingan only saw the old man surnamed Qi, and the Yinguan Lord who killed more demons in the fifth realm than the Great Wall of Sword Qi. When Chen Pingan On this day, I kept walking to the right side of the boxing practice, and I saw more sword cultivators, both young and old, men and women. There were also the younger generation who came here to absorb the meaning of the sword and sharpen their swordsmanship. They often practiced swordsmanship alone, or learned in silence. , there were also groups of sword cultivators patrolling the city as usual. When they saw Chen Pingan, who was carrying a sword box but boxing, without exception, no one said hello, and everyone looked indifferently.

Only then did Chen Ping'an feel something about what the old man surnamed Qi said. The sword cultivator was here and he didn't want to trouble others, let alone himself.

At noon, Chen Ping'an was sitting at the top of the city, eating the preserved meat and snacks brought by Ning Yao, chewing slowly. In the distance, a group of boys and girls walked forward, more than twenty of them, with sharp and neat swords, and strong postures. The sword moves are tricky and concise, and the sword's intention is murderous and gloomy. There is a one-armed middle-aged swordsman with light steps, following the square formation, pointing from the side. He should be a young disciple with the same surname practicing here.

Chen Ping'an didn't dare to look more, lest he be regarded as a daredevil who stole the ancestral sword skills from another family.

The one-armed sword cultivator glanced at Chen Ping'an who was eating, thought for a moment, and made a gesture. The young sword cultivators cheered, quickly stopped practicing, and sat on the ground in twos and threes. There were a group of men and women following the sword formation far behind. , immediately took off the package and took out lunch for these teenagers and girls, with a respectful expression, which was natural.

Ning Yao said that here on the Sword Qi Great Wall, there is a strict hierarchy, which places great emphasis on family inheritance and solid military exploits.

For example, Lord Yin Guan, "Yin Guan" is not a name, but a strange official position with a long history, but no one can tell the reason for it. In short, the title of "Yin Guan" has been inherited from generation to generation, and he is responsible for supervising the army, convicting, and convicting people on the Sword Qi Great Wall. Regarding executions and other matters, there have been many mediocre family heads in our ancestors. Like the shadows on the north side of the Sword Qi Great Wall, they were often reduced to the yes-men of the wealthy families in the city, but this generation of Yin Guan is very different.

He is recognized as the fourth in command of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

In the Thirteenth Battle, the second person to fight was this grumpy "little girl". The opponent's great demon with outstanding combat power simply gave up and quit. She was so angry that she was alone on the battlefield, smashing and hammering for a whole moment. Zhong, Sword Qi Great Wall and the Monster Clan watched her vent their anger like this, and both sides had long been accustomed to it.

After listening to Ning Yao's brief talk about the beginning and end of the Thirteen Battles, Chen Ping'an not only remembered the peak combat power of both camps, but also remembered the Lu family of the Yin and Yang family who "study in one family and own half of the country."

The order of battle between the two sides was revealed only at the last moment. It may be another silent but undercurrent battle.

This Lord Yin Guan made a good start for the human race, but the Sword Qi Great Wall collapsed in the middle and was almost defeated. Fortunately, A Liang came out of nowhere and ended up with a good ending.

After Chen Pingan finished lunch, he got up and continued boxing and walked forward. During this period, he saw the old man named Qi again, but this time the old man was accompanied by a middle-aged man with a handsome face. The old man named Qi had a restrained aura, while the man The momentum was so strong that it seemed to overwhelm the old man.

Chen Ping'an didn't come forward to talk, he just stopped walking, lowered his head slightly, and clasped his fists in greeting.

The old man smiled and nodded in greeting, but did not exchange polite greetings with the foreign boy.

After that, Chen Pingan met two strong young swordsmen sitting on the top of the city drinking wine, and a one-armed girl standing on the top of the city holding a huge sword.

When Chen Ping'an saw them, he silently jumped off the top of the city, walked around them, waited until they were far away, then jumped on top of the city and continued walking.

In the dusk, Chen Ping'an also saw several sword cultivators flying from the south city, crossing the horse path and wielding their swords to the north.

Chen Pingan glanced at the sky, ate a scruffy dinner, and turned back.

He didn't return to the small hut until late at night. When he opened the door, under the bright moonlight, Chen Pingan saw the hidden official stealing his food. When Chen Pingan stood motionless at the door, his braid " "The little girl" slowly turned her head, her cheeks bulging, and she didn't have the consciousness of being caught as a thief. Instead, the thief shouted to catch the thief. She looked at Chen Pingan with a reproachful and vigilant look on her face, as if asking you Who is coming to my house for what?

This is not a thief who broke into a house, but a bandit who came down from the mountain to catch the autumn wind.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to quietly exit the hut and close the door.

He was afraid that if the two sides disagreed, he would be stabbed to pieces by the Yinguan Lord with outstanding military exploits and perverse temperament.

Chen Pingan went to Beichengtou behind the hut and sat drinking.

Suddenly hearing a burst of applause behind him, Chen Pingan turned his head and saw her put away her palms, then pointed to the hut, and walked away.

Is it to remind me that I can go back and clean up the mess?

Chen Ping'an felt a headache for a while, but to be cautious, he still sat where he was. He waited until the little girl in the big robe walked away, then went back to the hut to take a look. There was not much food left that Ning Yao had brought.

Chen Pingan sighed, cleaned up the messy house, returned to the city, and began to practice the "Swordsmanship Sermon" presented by Zheng Dafeng.

He is still holding a long sword in an empty hand, and there is no real long sword in his hand. He mainly practices the avalanche pose and the Shen Shen head at the beginning.

Ning Yao did not come to the city to visit Chen Ping'an today.

Chen Ping'an returned to the hut in the middle of the night, lay down, and fell asleep peacefully.

Early the next morning, Chen Pingan had just gotten up and walked out of the hut. Not far away, he saw the Yinguan Lord, with several boys and girls behind him, striding over. After walking straight into the house, soon the croissant braid said angrily. When she walked out of the hut, her eyes widened and she tried her best to look fierce. She was probably asking why there was nothing to steal in the hut today.

The several imposing boys and girls behind her were all gloating about her misfortune.

Chen Pingan looked embarrassed and had to pretend to be stupid.

If it weren't for the title of Lord Yin Guan, Chen Pingan would really want to pinch her cheeks.

The braided woman was really a little angry this time. The Great Wall of Sword Qi under her feet shook violently. Wearing a loose black robe, she flew high into the sky and disappeared in an instant.

Ning Yao came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the afternoon. After hearing what Chen Ping'an told her about her experience, she smiled and said not to worry. That Lord Yin Guan had such a temper. Countless sword cultivators had suffered from her, but in fact she was a A docile donkey who is easy to deal with. He likes to hear good things from people and accepts all the beautiful gifts. But after she ate and wiped the food away, she smiled as hard as she could and never thought about love. If she offended Mr. Yin Guan, there was a way. Those unlucky ones on the Sword Qi Great Wall would be there before she could take action. , decisively starts to pretend to be dead. She will feel that killing this kind of trash will dirty her hands, and she will often brush it off. Moreover, she does not hold grudges very much. It is possible that she cannot remember those people at all.

Ning Yao remembered something and said that his friends had mentioned that Master Yin Guan had a good relationship with the people in the small hut, and they had an unprecedented combination of blue eyes. Someone once saw a man named Cao put Master Yin Guan on his neck, and then he While walking through the city while boxing, some passers-by were almost scared out of their wits.

Chen Pingan sighed that Cao Ci was really amazing.

Ning Yao smiled and said, "I wasn't familiar with him before. I recently asked more about Cao Ci and came to the conclusion that pure martial artists who follow the same path as Cao Ci are actually quite miserable, especially the so-called martial arts geniuses."

Ning Yao took Chen Ping'an's wine flask and took a sip of wine, his face rosy. "Compared with Qi practitioners, if you don't mention a continent, but compare it to the whole world, it is difficult to have a recognized so-called same realm." First, because external objects such as natal flying swords and magical weapons are not actually external objects. In many life-and-death battles, these things are the final word. Therefore, opportunities and blessings will change many established facts. Martial arts are different. I rely too much on these, and even resent them, so there is a saying that boxing is second to none, and the winner or loser is obvious."

Chen Pingan nodded. He had met Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li clan, for the first time in Mubo Alley. After that, the old man named Cui who punched in Zhulou, and Zheng Dafeng, who climbed into the sky after breaking through the difficulties, could clearly feel it. Completely different from the gods on the mountain, the grandmaster's aura of "I fight for the first place, who can compete with me" is extremely obvious.

Ning Yao handed the jug back to Chen Pingan, "My conclusion is actually only half of it. You think Cao Ci is very powerful, but I think you are even more powerful."

Chen Ping'an grinned stupidly. He could make his beloved girl think he was awesome. What else could he do if he wasn't awesome?

Ning Yao said seriously: "Because among the martial arts of the same era, there are definitely not many people who can fight against Cao Ci, and no one can truly experience Cao Ci's 'invincible' arrogance. But not only did you fight against him, but you also defeated him in one fight." After losing all three games, it’s really rare for you to not lose the mental battle with him.”

Ning Yao coughed, sat up straight, and patted Chen Ping'an on the shoulder, "This is rare. Keep it up and keep working hard."

When Chen Pingan saw Ning Yao speaking so seriously, he originally treated her seriously, but suddenly he noticed the narrowness in Ning Yao's eyes and knew that she was imitating Cao Ci and deliberately teasing him. Chen Pingan laughed from ear to ear. He didn't even bother to drink, "You're nothing like him."

Ning Yao rolled his eyes and said, "Are you imitating him?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I don't want to learn from him, and I don't need to learn from him."

Ning Yao clicked her tongue, not sure whether it was appreciation or a joke.

Chen Pingan laughed.

Ning Yao was so smart that he immediately knew that this guy was imitating his behavior at the Stork Inn, so he punched Chen Pingan on the shoulder and said, "Drink your wine!"

Chen Ping'an really took a sip of wine, and then said with a smile: "Wow, today's wine seems to be particularly delicious."

Ning Yao glanced at the sword-raising gourd in Chen Pingan's hand, suddenly blushed, punched Chen Pingan again, and said angrily: "No man is good!"

Chen Ping'an, holding the wine gourd, was confused.

Ning Yao stood up and left with his sword, not forgetting to look back and glare at him.

Chen Pingan blinked his eyes, his face full of innocence.

Scratching his head and continuing to drink, Chen Pingan thought about it over and over again, but he just couldn't figure out why he was not a good person.

But Chen Pingan felt that Ning Yao was not angry.

Just a little... shy.

Chen Pingan felt that the taste lingering in his heart was not bad, and seemed to be more beautiful than drinking fine wine.

There was a handsome man dancing in the wind high above the Sword Qi Great Wall. It was the man next to the old man named Qi. He accidentally bumped into this scene and smiled, "It turns out he is an ignorant young man."

After Chen Ping'an drank, he stopped raising his sword gourd and got up to practice setting up the sword furnace.

The moonlight is in my arms, bright on my shoulders, and I have a peaceful night.

After the sky got slightly brighter, Chen Ping'an suddenly opened his eyes and found that he had been standing motionless for half the night.

Chen Ping'an was a little scared. If he accidentally fell off the city wall, Lord Yin Guan would be unscathed, but he would definitely be a puddle of flesh at the base of the wall below.

Chen Ping'an did a few stretches to stretch his muscles, jumped off the city wall, went back to the hut and ate the breakfast Ning Yao had prepared last night, and then continued his boring walk along the city wall to the right.

Then along the way, Chen Ping'an met a fat young man with a mean smile on his face but a murderous spirit. Following the old rules, he jumped off the top of the city and walked around. When he returned to the top of the city, he saw a handsome and slightly tall man standing on the top of the city. A young man with a feminine look, then a dark young man with a face full of scars, and finally the one-armed girl carrying a giant sword. But today there are several more young women around her, as if the broad city is used as an outing place, a picture The brocade silks and satins are covered with exquisite snacks and snacks.

When Chen Ping'an jumped back to the horse trail from the top of the city again, they all looked at him one by one.

When they passed by them at a distance, they were still pointing at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan's scalp was numb.

In fact, he knew very well that these guys before and after must be the friends Ning Yao described before, and they are all life and death companions who fight side by side.

This is the second time Chen Pingan complained about the straw sandals on his feet.

The first time was in the capital city of the Sui Dynasty. I was afraid of embarrassing Li Baoping, Li Huai and the others, so I went to buy brand new boots. But because I didn't go to the Cliff Academy in Dongshan, I left the capital city with the young Cui Yi. After wearing them for a while, I took them off. I came down and put on my favorite straw sandals.

Chen Ping'an hopes that he can tidy up better. Even if he is not dressed like Cao Ci or Cui Chan in fairy-like attire that complements the person and clothes, he must still be clean and tidy, just like Lin Shouyi. It is best to have a bit of bookishness, even if it is It's all good for the time being. Just put a jade hairpin in your bun, and you don't need to return the sword gourd around your waist, nor the sword box...

Chen Pingan continued to move forward, lamenting in his heart and feeling a little regretful.

Just walking, Chen Ping'an smiled to himself, raised his feet, and looked down at the straw sandals on his feet, "Old man, it's not that I dislike you. I'm very grateful for your hard work and hard work. Look at that. I have kept all the pairs of companions who died on the journey. I have not thrown away any pair. They are all in the belly of Fifteen to support them until they grow old. Well, the book says this is called retiring until old age. Haha, I want to keep them in my arms. Yi Nongsun is just making things difficult for me..."

Chen Ping'an, who was talking to himself, didn't notice that those guys who came to join in the fun to see who he was, "dropped" one by one like dumplings in a panic. It turned out that it was Ning Yao who flew over the city from above. When the sword came, the fat boy, Dong Heitan and the handsome boy fled one after another. The women suppressed their laughter, packed up their packages indiscriminately, and left the city with their swords.

Chen Pingan turned his head and saw Ning Yao approaching with his sword, suddenly hovering in the sky outside the city, and then slowly flying over, matching Chen Pingan's walking speed.

Ning Yao said helplessly: "Don't worry about them."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.

Ning Yao Yujian drew a beautiful arc in the air and said, "I still have something to do. I'll see you tomorrow."

During this round trip, Chen Pingan returned to the vicinity of the two thatched huts late at night. This time, for some reason, the old swordsman stood on top of the northern city, as if looking at the city without walls. Chen Pingan quickly ran over and shouted. Grandpa Chen. The old man looked away, nodded, and then pointed to the north, "Just such a small number of people may not be as big as a state city in the world. They have blocked the demon clan for so many years. I feel strange to myself."

Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer, so he didn't speak.

The old swordsman turned to look at Chen Pingan with a smile, "Chen Pingan, we get along pretty well, right?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

The old man smiled and asked, "But what if I say that I get along better with Cao Ci and have higher expectations for him?"

Chen Pingan still didn't know how to answer.

The old man was not in a hurry for the answer, he was just looking at Chen Pingan's eyes, and even more so, Chen Pingan's state of mind.

The old man was a little sad.

This time, the "Big Sword Immortal" in A Liang's mouth even used the magical power of swordsmanship to directly point to the heart and soul.

I see.

A good Taoist embryo, if things go smoothly and with good luck, it is probably not difficult to cultivate an Earth Immortal in the vast world over the Hanging Mountain. Unfortunately, it was smashed to pieces early, like porcelain. piece. Before the Changsheng Bridge was interrupted, it had already suffered a greater disaster.

State of mind, mind mirror.

The mirror fragments ranged from large to small, and the old man saw the largest ones, which carried different images.

Therefore, if Chen Ping'an's state of mind fell into the eyes of a Confucian saint with advanced cultivation, there might be more, and of course it would appear more bizarre at the same time.

Then the old swordsman discovered more clues.

To put it harshly, this is a process similar to cultivating gu. It is not just that the weak bow their heads to worship the strong, but that they are completely gone.

The young man must have been trying his best to put the broken pieces of porcelain together for so many years without even realizing it.

To put it nicely, it is a bit sublime. This is the movement of heaven, self-improvement, and the strong get stronger. In the end, one or two fragments become more and more dazzling, like the sun and moon hanging in the sky, and the stars dimming.

The battle of the state of mind has little to do with the level of cultivation, so it is extremely dangerous. Qi practitioners have many sayings and secret methods, such as asking yourself, asking the heart, being a gentleman, and breaking the demonic barriers in the heart.

Therefore, there will be heretical and heretical ways, which use many inferior and unpopular visualization methods and take shortcuts. In the eyes of the Zongzitou Immortal Family, they are not the right way. In short, the knowledge in it is very large and complex, just like the ups and downs of mountains, each peak will have high and low peaks.

Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are three independent branches. This is the so-called establishment of religion and proclaiming ancestors.

The military strategist was like a broken mountain range, and he was only a little short of success.

Mohism, once one of the four major schools of thought, was somewhat similar.

Just like a big river, no matter how long or wide it is, it will never reach the sea. It is only one step away from becoming a great river.

Chen Pingan never gave an answer.

The old swordsman has already got the answer.

The old man smiled and said: "When you were talking about truth with Ning Yao, I accidentally listened to it. Do you want to hear me talk about the opinions of people who have experienced it?"

Chen Pingan nodded decisively.

The old man smiled and said: "I can tell you a trick. You can be reasonable and live a good life at the same time. You will definitely not suffocate yourself to death one day in the future."

Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up, "Old senior, please tell me!"

The old man chuckled and said, "Listen, this is how you live. You should tell yourself this..."

The old man paused briefly, and then continued: "I am so-and-so... Well, for example, if I say 'I am Chen Qingdu', you have to say 'I am Chen Ping'an'."

At this point, the old man laughed to himself.

Chen Pingan also laughed.

Finally, the old man put his hands behind his back, with a stooped figure and calm eyes, looking at the quiet and peaceful city, "I have been reasonable enough in my life to be reasonable everywhere and everything, and I have a clear conscience. But in the end, you are still like this. Sorry, I won’t be reasonable with you this time.”

Chen Ping'an just listened quietly to the old man's words.

The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "Of course it can't happen too many times. Once or twice in a hundred years, it's definitely no problem. Like this."

The old man slowly stretched out his hand towards the north. It was just a casual lifting movement, but the huge night curtain above the Great Sword Qi Wall was like a black cloth being torn apart, and there was a bright light for a moment. In the end, there was only an extremely slender but thin line. Extremely bright light fell from the sky and hit somewhere in the city. Then on the ground, countless golden rays of light exploded and exploded. It was like a sword immortal in the upper five realms whose golden body collapsed at this moment.

Chen Pingan opened his mouth wide.

The old man chuckled and said, "Drink some wine to calm down."

Chen Ping'an stupidly took off the wine gourd and handed it to the old swordsman.

The old man Chen Qingdu, whose original intention was to make fun of the young man next to him, did not reach out to take the sword-raising gourd. He turned around, shook his head and walked forward slowly. He lightly jumped off the city wall and said to himself: "Silly girl found a stupid boy. , a perfect match.”