Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan learned what he had learned and put it into practice. He learned from the old general Lu Xiao how to act stupid and foolish, pretending not to hear the sarcasm in the old Taoist's words. By the time Chen Pingan had finished drinking, the old Taoist had disappeared from the courtyard.

The old Taoist is always elusive, and Chen Ping'an is helpless.

The sky was slightly bright, and the skinny little girl who was sleeping against the door of the woodshed had woken up, and she saw the rich man in white robe walking in the yard, with his eyes closed like a blind man, with one hand open, palm up, Putting it on the abdomen, holding a fist on the chest with one hand, the steps were small and very slow.

As if hesitating whether to punch her palm, she waited boredly, always thinking that he would punch her down.

It would be better if this guy was really blind, and then he punched and slapped his palm accidentally, which would be even better.

Thinking of this, the skinny little girl felt a little happy. Afraid of being seen through by him, she quickly straightened her face and deliberately yawned.

Chen Pingan opened his eyes and removed that weird posture. He learned it from Ding Ying. The reason why he brought it up today was because he thought that when he met the wedding ghost, the blind one who took two apprentices with him. The veteran Taoist learned the thunder method, which requires punching the Qi Mansion with heavy fists.

A bit similar to Ding Ying.

Chen Ping'an did not look at the little girl, nor did he stop. He continued to immerse himself in the peak of Zhong Qiu's enlightenment and said, "Go and see if Cao Qinglang's school is open. If Master If the classes still haven’t been taught again, I’ll ask the nearby neighbors when the classes will start.”

The little girl bargained and asked, "Can I go after breakfast? I'm hungry and can't walk."

Chen Pingan said calmly: "When you come back, fill up the water tank in the kitchen and you will have food."

The little girl stared at Chen Pingan's side face. It didn't look like he was joking, so she yelled, deliberately staggered to her feet, walked around Chen Pingan against the wall, walked out of the yard, left the alley, and squatted at the corner of the street. After squatting for a long time, he ran all the way back to the entrance of the hospital. There was already sweat on his forehead. He bent down, put his hands on his hips, faced the guy who was still walking, and gasped: "The door hasn't been opened yet. I asked someone." Auntie, she said that the master was frightened by the previous fight and wouldn't open the door recently."

Chen Pingan remained silent and pointed to the kitchen.

The little girl went to the kitchen with a sad face and carried the smallest bucket. Fortunately, there was still more than half of the water in the well. If it was empty, she would not keep it even once. After going out, she lost the bucket and ran away. When she walked to the entrance of the courtyard, she heard Cao Qinglang's endorsement. With her back to the courtyard, she rolled her eyes and grinned with disdain.

Fetching water is really tiring.

When she returned to the yard with the bucket in both hands, she still leaned against the wall, carefully walked around the man, and ran into the kitchen. When she drew water from the well, she could only fetch less than half of the bucket. She felt tired along the way and A lot of it was poured out. In fact, when she returned to the yard, the bottom of the bucket was no more than an inch of well water. She quickly turned her head and took a look. She didn't see the man, so she immediately lifted the bucket and gently scooped it out of the water tank. Pick up half a bucket of water, then lift the bucket hard, tilt it, and pour it into the water tank with a splash.

Chen Pingan was well aware of all this, but he did not expose her on the spot.

Would you rather spend so much time being lazy than put in a little effort?

Cao Qinglang memorized a few articles from elementary school books and started to cook in the kitchen. Chen Pingan said that he might be back very late today, and Cao Qinglang nodded.

Chen Ping'an left the alley and passed by Zhuangyuan Alley. The house where Ding Ying and Demon Cult Ya'er had previously stayed was lifeless and had obviously been abandoned. The incense in Xinxiang Temple is getting rarer. As for the morning exercises in the martial arts hall, they are working harder than before. There are shouts and shouts, and the master who teaches boxing has a particularly loud voice. It must be the previous battle, which not only made the people feel terrible, but also made the people feel scared. I feel that the world is not peaceful, but it also fascinates the people of Jianghu. If there were no big storms, would it still be called Jianghu?

Chen Pingan still didn't put on the golden lily and the brand new green shirt robe when he went out this time. Firstly, the little lotus figure has not recovered yet and still needs a robe like a small cave. Secondly, Chen Pingan does not want to show off in the market and even raise a child. The sword gourds were all left in the house, leaving Chu Yi and Fifteen to protect the little lotus who was recovering from his injuries. However, the long sword Chixin and the narrow sword Zingxue were hung around his waist. In this way, he looked like a man who likes to wield swords and guns. Ranger.

Chen Ping'an went to see Zhong Qiu to trouble the Nanyuan Imperial Master again.

Although the pile of books stolen by the little girl from the house were all ordinary books, and the two fairy books purchased by Xuanxuanshan were placed among the square objects, Chen Pingan still wanted to get them back because every On the title page of this book, it is written where and when Chen Pingan purchased it, written in regular regular script. These books collected from all over have different meanings to Chen Pingan.

It has nothing to do with what the Confucian sages said: There is a house of gold in a book, and there is a beauty like jade in a book.

Everyone knows that Zhong Qiu lives near the palace, but few people know the specific location of his seclusion. Fortunately, Chen Ping'an is now in Nanyuan Kingdom and is so famous that soon a master from Nanyuan Kingdom who was recruited by the imperial court showed up. , respectfully led Chen Ping'an to Zhongqiu's residence, which is a quiet residence in Chongxianfang. Chongxianfang is the real foothold of the emperor. The gateway to live here is either rich or noble. The streets and alleys, The green shade is thick, the peace and quiet are exuding a graceful atmosphere and strict rules. It is completely different from the crowing of chickens, barking of dogs, warblers and swallows over there in Zhuangyuan Lane.

There is no plaque hanging on the mansion, and it is not that big in Chongxianfang, just three yards into the courtyard.

Chen Pingan thanked the expert who was leading the way. After walking in alone, Chen Pingan found that it was not deserted inside. There were many young faces busy, wearing official uniforms, and just following the official etiquette of Nanyuan Kingdom. , they are not high-ranking officials, they are just low-level officials who can only enter the mainstream. Every room is full of people. Young people holding documents and walking from house to house, most of them are in a hurry, and occasionally they walk side by side, and they are all chatting. When they saw Chen Pingan with a hanging sword, they just glanced at it and didn't take it to heart.

Zhong Qiu stood under the eaves of the second main courtyard and greeted Chen Ping'an with a smile. There was also a young official beside him who was reporting on government affairs. After Zhong Qiu gave a rough answer and suggestions, the two of them had a brief and concise question and answer. The young official met After arriving at Chen Pingan, he was obviously curious, but the Imperial Master did not reveal Chen Pingan's identity, and he did not dare to investigate in private, so he said goodbye and left.

Zhongqiu brought Chen Ping'an to the backyard. It was different from the lively and busy atmosphere in front. There was a cave separated by a wall. There was a large banana bush in the corner, so green that it wanted to drip. There was an old chessboard and chess box on the stone table. It should be the residence of the imperial master. It is neither shabby nor luxurious, elegant and simple. Zhong Qiu and Chen Pingan are sitting opposite each other at the stone table.

Zhong Qiu said that the books on bridges have been collected and compiled by officials from the Ministry of Industry. As for the resume information of the scholar named Jiang, they should be sent to Chen Pingan tonight.

Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed and told him about the books that were stolen and sold at low prices. Zhong Qiu agreed with a smile.

Chen Ping'an took the initiative to speak, saying that the capital was in turmoil at the moment, and he had to trouble the Imperial Preceptor with so many trivial matters. He was willing to do something, and hoped that the Imperial Preceptor would just speak.

Zhong Qiu was not polite and said that he would like to ask Chen Pingan to help guide his two direct disciples.

It is not a public weapon for private use, but the disciples collected by Zhongqiu. After leaving the army, they must join the army and start as soldiers. They must stay in the frontier army for at least ten years. After ten years, if you are willing to advance in the army step by step, you should leave the frontier army. Army, traveling in the martial arts world, Zhongqiu is no longer bound, but if you choose to travel around the world, you are not allowed to declare that you are a disciple of Zhongqiu. Once discovered, there is no need to discuss it. I, Zhongqiu, can teach you all the martial arts, and I can also teach you all the martial arts. Take back.

The two disciples who stayed with Zhongqiu were both young and had not yet graduated. They were extremely talented and high-spirited. Of course, their character was not a problem, but they had never really been in the world, so someone needed to suppress their spirit. , Zhong Qiu has been under a lot of pressure in recent years. In order to cope with the Jiazi contract, especially to guard against Ding Ying and Yu Zhenyi, it is difficult to concentrate on teaching martial arts to his disciples. Zhong Qiu is worried that his two disciples, who have high hopes for them, will end up All his life, he was just a disciple of Zhongqiu.

Chen Pingan is good at everything, although he does not feel that he is qualified to be a teacher and teach others anything.

But Chen Ping'an didn't expect that Zhongqiu would take him to see the two disciples in person, so he couldn't help but ask: "Wouldn't it delay the Imperial Master's handling of affairs?"

Zhong Qiu said with a smile: "If I Zhong Qiu were not here, things would become a mess. It means that I stayed in Nanyuan Imperial Court for so many years and did not do my job well. I only pointed fingers..."

At this point, Zhong Qiu, who was leading Chen Ping'an away from the small door in the backyard, suddenly asked: "How should I deal with the situation when the Prime Minister encounters a fight with passers-by on the road?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "If it doesn't affect my business, I still have to take care of it."

Zhongqiu asked again, "Then?"

Chen Pingan shook his head.

Zhong Qiu said with a smile: "This official with the highest official status, according to what you said, can indeed take care of these trivial matters as long as it does not interfere with his own affairs, but the most important thing is that he should immediately reflect on himself and govern himself. Within the territory, why are there fights and fights on the streets?"

After thinking about it, Chen Pingan was convinced.

Zhongqiu and Chen Ping'an were walking on a secluded street under the deep shade of trees. In midsummer, many of the capital's markets were like steamers, so hot that people had no place to hide. But here, pedestrians felt even cooler. Zhongqiu sighed with emotion. Said: "This is an allusion in a sage's book. The governor told the people around him that this matter is not my responsibility, and the officials directly under the central government should be held accountable. He should not act out of bounds. When I was young, I first read here and felt that It is enlightening and enlightening, but the more books you read and the more people you see, you will inevitably have doubts and be puzzled.”

Zhong Qiu did not continue.

Chen Ping'an didn't say anything, just thinking that if Mr. Qi or Master Wen Sheng were here, they would definitely be able to solve Zhong Qiu's problems and explain the truth clearly.

Zhong Qiu laughed, no longer worried, and talked about business with Chen Ping'an, "Yu Zhenyi has returned to the Songlai Kingdom sect and brought with him the Arm Saint Cheng Yuanshan who quietly left the city. At that time, everyone in the city, except Zhou Fei who flew away, , Demon Cult Ya'er, Liu Zong, those of us who walked down the city have gained something. Yu Zhenyi seemed to have found a golden and jade genealogy, Monk Yunni got a piece of white jade lotus root, what Tang Tieyi got, the spies of the capital did not know I found out that I, Zhong Qiuze, got an atlas of the Five Mountains. The things mentioned in the book are all things of gods and immortals. It tells how to enshrine the Five Mountains and gather the spiritual energy of a country's mountains and rivers. However, I do not practice Taoism, magic, magic, and this book To me, it’s meaningless and very tasteless.”

Zhong Qiu sighed and continued: "Cheng Yuanshan missed the sound of the drum because he was hiding in the city, and ended up empty-handed. His disciples have been expelled, but if Cheng Yuanshan himself runs slower, I will keep him Here, after all, Cheng Yuanshan is bound to retaliate, and he will definitely encourage the prairie cavalry to go south to knock the pass to plunder after suffering such a big loss in the Nanyuan capital."

Regarding this fairy book, it was still a hidden danger. Zhong Qiu couldn't destroy it, so he could only hide it carefully.

Once Yu Zhenyi learns about this, he is determined to win.

Maybe it will make Yu Zhenyi, who was completely indifferent to human affairs, have the ambition to support puppets and compete for the world for the first time, in order to be able to confer the Five Sacred Mountains as the orthodox status of the world, and then he can use the aura of the Five Sacred Mountains. Collect it for your own use and become a real land god.

Zhong Qiu and Chen Pingan talked about the general trend of the world, "Huang Ting, the female crown who had a tie with Yu Zhenyi, has transferred the master of Jingxinzhai to the empress. Huang Ting himself left the capital and disappeared. She said she wanted to find a geomantic treasure land to practice swordsmanship.

Queen Zhou Shuzhen will soon 'die of illness' and will go to sit in Jingxin Pavilion. For this reason, His Majesty the Emperor has nothing to do. There has been a rebellion in the Jingzang Building recently, colluding with the remnants of the three demon sects, Zhou Shuzhen has completely lost control, the Jingzang Building has spoken to Jianghu, and from now on, the Jingzang Building will no longer judge the ten people in the world. That Northern Jin general, Tang Tieyi, is still hesitating whether to join our Nanyuan Kingdom. "

Chen Pingan listened carefully.

Zhong Qiu said with emotion: "It would be great if you were in that position instead of Ding Ying who is dedicated to fighting against the will of heaven."

Chen Pingan was puzzled.

Zhong Qiu said with a smile: "It's just a compliment anyway, don't take it too seriously."

Chen Pingan laughed.

It was not the kind of polite socializing with Emperor Wei Liang that night in the restaurant.

Getting along with Zhongqiu is like entering the room of Zhilan.

The residence of Zhongqiu's two disciples is two towns away from here. The house occupies a large area and has the name of a martial arts school. This is not disclosed to the public. It was the eldest disciple Zhongqiu who paid for it. This man has been in the military for two years. Ten years later, he became a general. Later, he was seriously injured on the battlefield and retired from the frontier army. Every time disciple Zhong Qiu came to Beijing, he did not dare to disturb his master and would often meet here. These disciples were very different in age. The oldest one was already Nearly half a century old, the two youngest disciples are a boy and girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.

As a result, when the two of them walked to the martial arts training ground, Zhong Qiu couldn't help but laugh. Along with the two disciples, more than a dozen people were busy there, including the grandchildren of the old general Lu Xiao, and two disciples who had met in the capital. Most of his friends are mellow-spirited children from wealthy families in the capital who have aspirations for the world. Several of them have made appointments early, and they will go on study tours with their families under the pretext of studying in the future, and travel in the world with the two disciples Zhong Qiu.

Regarding these, Zhongqiu does not interfere.

The beauty of youth, even if it is childish, should not be denied based on the life experience of the elderly, let alone kill at will.

When Zhong Qiu looks at these children, sometimes he will be annoyed by their naughtiness, but most of the time he still thinks they are cute, so he will feel that this world is not a land of lotus flowers and there are no immortals.

Chen Pingan was a little surprised and found an acquaintance among those people.

It was when he was wandering around the capital before that he saw the young woman riding a horse with her companions on the street. In order to make up for her friend's mistake, she threw her money bag to an old woman setting up a stall. In order to show off her riding skills, she even threw a He fell, hey, hey, hey, hey, he turned over on his horse, covered in mud, but still raised his head high, high-spirited. Chen Ping'an was still giving her a thumbs up, but the woman ignored him and rolled her eyes.

No one recognized Chen Pingan at first.

After all, he did not wear a white robe and hung a scarlet wine gourd.

However, these young people all respected and feared the national master Zhongqiu. When Zhongqiu appeared, they were all silent. The two disciples also felt a little guilty. They had indeed neglected their martial arts these days. There was no way, all these friends came to them. , everyone's eyes were shining as they talked about the deeds of the white-robed swordsman. They all said that the young master who killed Old Demon Ding had a very good relationship with their master. They might just wait here, just in case they really can wait until that person appears. Especially the grandsons of the old general Lu Xiao, they even swore that after their grandfather came home, his face was red, and that that night when Yu Zhenyi and Tong Qingqing of Jingxinzhai fought outside the city, the swordsman named Chen Pingan was standing there. By his side, the two of them had met each other belatedly and had been friends for years. It was a pity that Chen Jianxian was a fairy and was very busy, but he promised to visit the general's residence whenever he had time.

Lu Xiao's young grandson is only twelve or thirteen years old. He talks about this passage almost every day, beaming with joy and feeling proud.

His sister, on the other hand, was not as busy as him, but her eyebrows were full of expectation and admiration.

Zhong Qiu turned to look at Chen Pingan, who nodded.

Zhong Qiu stood on the martial arts training ground and said to the two disciples: "I have found a senior for you. He will teach you boxing techniques, and you punch with all your strength."

Chen Ping'an was a little helpless and lowered his voice and said softly: "Didn't we agree before that we would only discuss with them and not give any advice?"

Zhong Qiu said with a smile: "Just have a few casual chats at the end. These two little guys have long known how to deal with me as a master. What I say now will not be very effective. Maybe they will interpret your words as an outsider. Take it as a model.”

A tall and heroic young man strode over and asked, "Master, who is this senior? He is both a knife and a sword, so why can he teach us boxing skills? Is it possible that your boxing skills are better than yours, master?"

The young man looked at Chen Pingan, his eyes were clear, and he smiled and said: "Senior, it's not that I look down on people, it's just that my master's boxing skills are too high. If you taught me swordsmanship, I wouldn't say that. By the way, my name is Yan Shijing, speak frankly, senior, don’t blame me!”

A girl walked slowly behind him, already looking for Chen Pingan's flaws, but she walked slower and slower, because she was horrified to find that the man was just standing so casually, and she couldn't find any trace of a boxing stance. The loophole, this extremely uncomfortable feeling, was so similar to the feeling that Master Zhongqiu gave her.

You can see high mountains but not the tops of mountains; you can see rivers but not see the bottom.

This young man in green robe must be an outstanding martial arts master!

The girl was about to speak to remind her senior brother Yan Shijing to be careful, but the latter had already said softly: "I have seen it. I am not a fool. I can walk side by side with our master. In our Nanyuan Kingdom, there are a few guys who have such a face. ?”

The girl asked: "Join forces?"

The young man did not hesitate and said in a deep voice: "Try to survive ten moves. Master is watching us."

The boy and girl almost formed a boxing stance at the same time, ready to go.

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and started to walk forward, using only six steps and Zhongqiu's peak boxing stance.

The two of them were about to charge forward when Chen Pingan took one step forward. It was like a mountain peak pressing down on their shoulders. Their bodies were unable to move, as if they would die if they made even the slightest move.

Taking another step, the two of them were both physically and mentally stagnant. The heroic young man was about to grit his teeth and move forward, while the young girl wanted to take a step sideways to avoid his sharp edge before making plans.

After three steps of Chen Pingan's understatement, the momentum of the two senior brothers and sisters had completely collapsed.

After four steps, the two of them were already staggering back, sweating profusely and their faces pale.

Chen Ping'an stopped and asked: "Why don't you punch if you know you won't die if you punch? If one day, you are really separated from others by life and death, and you know you will die, will you not dare to punch? Then you are Aren't you allowed to punch only when you encounter equally matched opponents and enemies who are weaker than you?"

The young man sat down on the ground.

The girl said angrily: "Senior, you are a top master, and you dominate others with your power as soon as you come up. How can there be such a competition in the world, such a teaching of boxing skills..."

Chen Pingan still asked: "Why don't you throw a punch?"

The young man lowered his head.

The girl's eyes were red and she started to cry. She just tried her best to look hard at the stranger who liked to bully others.

Chen Ping'an realized that he might have gone too far, turned around and apologized to Zhong Qiu: "I rarely discuss with others, and I don't know much about the real rules of the world."

Zhong Qiu shook his head, thoughtfully, and said softly: "I teach boxing to my disciples because I am afraid that they will make mistakes, so I follow the four-character tenet of 'Don't make mistakes with your superior fists'. My original intention is to hope that they will not fight with others in the arena." In the fight, don’t use your power to dominate others. The punches are not important. They are more thinking about joining the battlefield in the future and serving their family and country for at least ten years. Therefore, the disciples in the sect have always been suppressed by me. Now it seems that they cannot It was wrong to say it, but in the end it killed the possibility of them being better than their opponents."

Zhong Qiu sighed and smiled at Chen Ping'an: "It needs to be changed."

I never thought that the young man could barely bear such humiliation to outsiders, but he could not bear the "admission" of his mentor, whom he regarded as his father. And it was for them. In the heart of young Yan Shijing, Master Zhongqiu was the truly flawless person in the world. Master Wu is also a sage of literature.

In anger, the young man stood up suddenly, but instead of attacking the man in green shirt, he glared at him angrily, "You come again!"

Chen Ping'an took one step forward, but instead of "slowly" losing his fist, he hit Yan Shijing's forehead with a punch, like a thunderstorm hitting his face.

The boy took another step back.

Chen Ping'an asked: "Where's your punch?"

The young man was confused and lost his mind.

Chen Pingan sighed, turned to Zhong Qiu and said: "Someone told me that practicing boxing seems to be about cultivating one's strength and becoming a pure martial artist, but cultivating one's mind is really important. Since you practice boxing, you can't Talking about human nature. Just like Mr. Zhong, you said that the punch is too high to come out. I thought about it and it makes sense. However, the punch is too high to come out. This is what a person of your realm and cultivation level, Mr. Zhong, should do. It's just a truth that your disciple should understand. It's one thing to understand this truth, but another thing to do now. Only in this way can you have a clear conscience against anyone you punch in the future."

Zhong Qiu smiled and nodded, "That's exactly the reason."

He generally understood Chen Pingan's temper. When doing something, no matter how big or small, he must pursue perfection. Therefore, even if he was really uneasy beforehand and didn't know how to compete with others and teach others about boxing techniques, once he took the first step, Chen Pingan He showed the same seriousness as in the battle on the street to encircle and suppress the enemy. Zhong Qiu was a bystander, so he could see clearly. Maybe Chen Pingan himself didn't know how confident he was at that moment!

There is even a sense of pride that "when I punch, all the martial artists in the world just need to look up and sigh, God is above me."

Zhong Qiu is actually a little curious about how Chen Ping'an, who is so approachable, can achieve such a state of mind when punching. I am even more curious about how Chen Pingan practices boxing.

No matter what, both Chen Ping'an and Zhong Qiu paid tribute to them.

Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed, "It's just some of my random thoughts, which may not be suitable for your disciples, Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Qiu shook his head and said seriously: "There are always some truths that are applicable to everyone. What you just said is suitable for all martial arts practitioners."

Chen Ping'an was afraid that the young girl's desire to practice martial arts would be like a crack in the heart mirror, so he carefully prepared his words. Although he was not very good at it, he still tried his best to comfort him: "A person who practices boxing must not only be able to endure hardship, but also have to be calm and able to punch. Be fast and calm, and move forward indomitably, and one day, whether you encounter me, the best in the world like your master, or a seemingly invincible opponent like Ding Ying, you will be able to punch quickly and the fastest."

Chen Pingan looked at the two people with a serious face, "There is no one in front of me, just two fists!"

The boy and girl were confused and stunned, but the grief and anger on their faces and the fear in their hearts were much less.

Zhongqiu nodded slightly.

This is not teaching boxing at all, it is clearly pointing out a "martial arts".

As for how far these two silly children can go in the future, or whether they can embark on this martial arts and mountaineering path, it depends on both talent and opportunity. It is useless to talk about it. In fact, it is useless to talk about it.

Chen Ping'an, who withdrew his fist, no longer had that kind of momentum. Looking at the two pitiful boys and girls, he felt a little uneasy and asked Zhong Qiu: "Is it too big and too empty?"

Zhong Qiu joked: "That's almost enough. Do you want me to say a few flattering words today before you give up?"

Chen Ping'an couldn't laugh or cry.

Zhong Qiu looked at the two disciples. Yan Shijing and the others did not have this kind of treatment. "There is no need to practice boxing today. Think carefully about why you dare not punch. Once you understand it, it is not too late to practice boxing again."

Boys and girls clasped their fists and accepted orders.

Zhong Qiu and Chen Pingan left together.

After the National Master and the weird man left, these young guys quickly started chattering, mostly to comfort Yan Shijing and the girl, mixed with some exclamations. Although these outsiders knew about the world of National Master Zhong First hand, but after all, no one has ever seen Zhong Qiu throw a punch. Even though there are powerful masters guarding the hospital in the family, each one has a higher vision, so today I saw that person punch, just one punch. Still feel that the trip is worthwhile.

Yan Shijing was the first to leave the crowd. The young man was not very interested and squatted on the steps, a little dazed.

After the girl chatted with her friends, she sat next to her junior brother Yan Shijing and defended him: "What's so great about it? After all, that person didn't just rely on his ability to tell us what to do. It's really irritating. In front of Master."

Yan Shijing looked into the distance, "I think what he said makes sense, and Master agrees."

The girl said angrily: "I don't believe that he dares to say such big words against our master, Yu Zhenyi, and that old devil Ding. It's just a punch!"

Yan Shijing clenched his fists, "I won't be lazy from now on. I will practice boxing well and beg my master to teach me more advanced boxing techniques every day. One day, I will ask that person to take back all his words today!"

The girl's eyes were shining as she stared at the little senior brother's profile, "You can definitely do it! The senior brother said that your talent is the one closest to the master among us. If you were given five more years to practice boxing, you would be able to do it now. Compete with Jing Xin Zhai Fan Wan'er, Spring Chao Palace Hairpin Flower Master Zhou Shi and others."

On the roof, Zhong Qiu and Chen Pingan secretly sat on it. Zhong Qiu didn't know why, but Chen Pingan actually suggested to return quietly and sit here, listening to the nonsense of the children below.

However, after hearing the conversation between Yan Shijing and Yan Shijing at the end, Zhong Qiu still couldn't guess Chen Ping'an's intentions. However, the imperial master felt a little regretful and disappointed, but he was not too disappointed with the two children. .

Chen Pingan stood up with a smile, and Zhongqiu really left this place.

On the way back, Chen Pingan learned a lot about the martial arts from Zhong Qiu, and Chen Pingan benefited a lot.

The two parted ways halfway. Chen Pingan chose a street restaurant and ordered a bottle of wine and two plates of side dishes to accompany the wine. The wine was the most expensive kind in the restaurant.

The old Taoist appeared out of thin air and sat opposite Chen Pingan. No one in the bustling wine shop noticed anything was wrong. A wine bowl appeared in front of the old Taoist. The wine poured from the wine bottle into the bowl. When he reached out, a pair of chopsticks appeared in his hand. I ordered a piece of scrambled eggs with green onions, ate them with gusto, and said with a smile: "Did you realize that you took so many things for granted in the past, and you always felt that you were an ordinary person, and as long as others were willing to work hard, most of them could reach where you are today? Yes." Didn’t you just realize that this is ridiculous?”

Chen Pingan asked: "Is the old man so free?"

The old Taoist also answered the question like Chen Pingan, "Then you look down too much on the people who teach you principles and teach you boxing skills. If you keep following the previous state of mind, sooner or later, you will be in the same situation as that person, at a loss. Looking around, I'm all alone, and I'm not willing to ask for help when the time comes, for fear of implicating others, haha, maybe a 'death worthy' can still be made."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "If I were not good enough, I would not be sitting here and drinking leisurely with the old timers, but I would die here and die inexplicably. In the next life, even if I am lucky enough to have an enlightenment, I will not be able to do anything. When I leave Lotus Flower Blessed Land, no matter what happens outside, I will still be eager to fight the old-timers."

The old Taoist drank wine and ate appetizers, and said casually: "Of course, since you have entered the Ouhua Blessed Land, if you are not good enough, you will die in the hands of Lu Fang or Ding Ying, unless Chen Qingdu and the old scholar join forces. , I will hold your nose and let you go, otherwise you will stay here and be reincarnated. Therefore, you should toast yourself with a glass of wine and toast yourself for surviving."

Deep in Chen Ping'an's heart, this old Taoist was no better than the man selling candied haws.

It's not that the old Taoist deliberately targeted Chen Pingan. In fact, Chen Pingan knew that he didn't have the qualifications at all, and it wasn't that the old Taoist had something wrong with him.

Chen Ping'an simply didn't like that feeling.

They don't even look at the ants in the way people in the mountains look at them. They look more like a person looking at the chickens they raise. Whether they should be fattened, killed and eaten, or whether they should continue to raise them depends on their mood.

However, it is also possible that Chen Pingan was not standing high enough and could not see the human scenery in their eyes.

Chen Pingan drank a bowl of wine.

Not to mention whether Jianghu is good or not, the drinks at Lotus Flower Paradise are really not that good.

Chen Ping'an drank slowly, completely ignoring the old Taoist, thinking very hard about how he got to where he is today.

From the Mud Bottle Alley, I kept thinking of the alley outside Cao Qinglang's door.

It turns out that in this world, there are countless forks in the road at everyone's feet.

Be kind to yourself.

Only then can we be kind to the world.

But this is difficult.

If you feel unjust in your heart, you can pour wine over it, but what if there are so many unjust things in the world? After I, Chen Ping'an, my fists have become higher and higher, my swords have become faster and faster, and my ability has become greater. When I see other people's injustices, do I have to take care of everything? But if you don't care, how will you get through the difficulties in your heart? Isn't it also an injustice? Will he fail Mr. Qi and the principles in the book? Did he let himself down as Junior Uncle Li Baoping?

But I also want revenge, I want to fulfill my agreement with Sister Sword Spirit, I want to practice boxing and become a martial artist in the Seven Realms, I want to practice swordsmanship, build the Immortal Bridge and become a great swordsman, I want to study, and I want to be a person like Mr. Qi. I also want to To marry such a good girl as my wife...

How to do it?

Don’t think about the myriad of truths until you’re drunk!

Chen Ping'an made a plop and his head fell heavily on the wine table.

In his sleep, someone seemed to ask him what he thought after seeing the largest river. Chen Pingan was drunk and laughed and replied that the water was so big, the fish must be big. In the past, Xiaobaoping always complained that his fish soup was too weak. Next time Be sure to catch a big fish and add enough salt!

The old Taoist twitched the corner of his mouth, and no longer used the Taoist method to draw wine from the pot. Instead, he poured himself a bowl of wine with his own hands, and asked: "With so many high mountains, how is the scenery?"

Chen Pingan slapped his hand on the table, still talking drunkenly, muttering, I don't know, but there is a sentence in the book, I saw how charming the green mountains are... But I have walked many mountain roads, and it is difficult to walk in rainy and snowy weather. It’s too hard to leave…

The old Taoist put down his wine glass, looked at Chen Ping'an across from him, and said angrily: "How did Qi Jingchun teach such an alcoholic?"