Sword of Coming

This high-rise ship going to the Qingluan Kingdom was built by the Mohist mechanics who made a living in this way. It is not surprising among the many ferries in Old Dragon City. It carries more than a hundred people at a time, and more of them are from Aquarius. The rare goods in the northern part of the continent and the southern part of the Tongye Island are only the goods in the hands of merchants on this ferry. They are the result of layers of screening by the five major surnames in Old Dragon City. The quality is natural and average. Occasionally, if you miss a few items, you can earn hundreds of extra snows. Spending money is already worth celebrating.

Qingluan Kingdom is well-known in the southeast of Aquarius Continent. It is famous for its numerous Taoist temples and temples. Various Taoist gods and eminent monks often hold water and land monasteries and Luotian Dajiao here with the support of the imperial court. In addition, Qingluan Kingdom The green sandalwood rice paper of the Luan Kingdom is extremely famous and is exported to several continents, making the successive emperors of the Qingluan Kingdom one of the richest kings in the southeastern territory of Aquarius Continent. Moreover, the Buddhism in Aquarius Continent is not flourishing, and the number of temples in Qingluan Kingdom is the highest in the country. Across the continent, Sanskrit music is lingering, and walls are covered with beautiful inscriptions by sages, literary giants, and poets. It has also attracted countless literati and poets to travel to Qingluan Kingdom.

In a brightly lit room on the top floor of the ferry, Chen Ping'an was reading a book of literati's notes about the landscape and scenic beauty of Qingluan Kingdom. He bought it from the Old Dragon City Book Store and asked Zhu Lian to help collect it.

Chen Ping'an read and Pei Qian copied.

Difficulties in the world are difficult at the beginning. As time goes by, habits become natural and they are no longer difficult. Pei Qian was like this. Reading and copying books had become a daily habit. Even if Chen Pingan didn't supervise him, he would insist on it every day. But Chen Pingan also knew that if he was not with her for a long time, Pei Qianban would be in ruins if he copied the book. He would feel guilty for two or three days at most, and then go wild and have fun.

Chen Ping'an divided the pot of Nascent Soul Old Jiao Jindan's small medicinal wine into five parts and gave one to each of the four people in the picture scroll. This was a lucky thing for the few pure martial artists who could rely on the essence of external objects to improve their cultivation. Sui Youyou is now at the seventh level of Golden Body Realm cultivation, and she has the magic sword Chixin in her hand. The killing power is actually not small, especially the kind of catching and killing, Qi practitioners who are under the Earth Immortal, once they are close to her Ten feet may not be her enemy. Zhu Lian's bottleneck was loosened, and the signs were clear. Following Sui's right, he was the second to set foot in the three realms of martial arts and refining gods, and he was close at hand.

Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang have no possibility of breaking through the realm for the time being. They just raised the top of the peak of the Sixth Realm a little higher after Zheng Dafeng's fist feeding and the deadly battle outside Laolong City.

The four people in the picture scroll are not ordinary martial arts warriors in the seventh and sixth realms.

On this trip to the north of Aquarius Continent, as long as I don't encounter a crazy monk from the Upper Fifth Realm, even if I confront a Nascent Soul Earth Immortal other than a sword cultivator, I dare not say that I can escape unscathed and have the strength to fight. There is certainly no shortage. As long as Wei Xian and the others are willing to die, maybe Chen Ping'an's side can still win miserably.

After the battle at Laolong City, what Chen Pingan regretted the most was the cyan sword-holding talisman. Zhong Kui wrote it with a small snow cone and gave it to Zheng Dafeng. The sword he was trapped in was, coincidentally, the sword that Chen Pingan was carrying behind him at the moment. This semi-immortal weapon "Sword Immortal", because the old Dragon City Lord Fu Qi is not a swordsman, and this sword is not a refining object, so on the dragon platform, Zheng Dafeng used the Sword Suppressing Talisman to arrest the sword, even if he could not If it lasted too long, Fu Qi would admit defeat.

If he carries a sword-suppressing talisman and encounters a murderous sword cultivator Yuanying, instead of being too afraid, Chen Pingan can catch him off guard and catch him off guard.

But these gains and losses are not enough to make Chen Pingan so haunted and difficult to let go.

What really made Chen Pingan feel disappointed was this talisman. It was one of the last two talismans written by Zhong Kui as a gentleman and a man in the world.

Compared with the cross-continental ferries that Chen Ping'an has ridden and seen, the ferry under his feet is really small and compact. You can only stand at the window to enjoy the scenery, and there is no observation deck.

After Pei Qian finished writing, Chen Pingan carefully checked it and found that there was no careless writing that needed to be rewritten, so he began to practice six-step walking with her, at least two hours a day.

In the past, Chen Ping'an didn't think that practicing walking piles was boring and laborious. It wasn't until Pei Qian practiced that he realized that the piles of Shanshanquan were actually simple, but it would take a hundred to practice them. Thousands of times, it is not easy, both physically and mentally. Even if Chen Pingan would pay attention to Pei Qian's shortness of breath and excess physical strength, Pei Qian would be so tired that he would sweat profusely every time, his forehead would be mushy and his face would be pale. Although he did not dare to complain, Chen Pingan would look at the dark-skinned man next to him. His little face lost his smile, or his thin body trembled involuntarily when he walked step by step. Although Chen Ping'an remained expressionless, he looked a little distressed.

On the first day, Pei Qian relied on the excitement of a newborn calf to hold on for two hours of walking. In the end, Chen Ping'an carried him to the next room. After only an hour on the second day, he fell to the ground and suffered from cramps. The whole person's energy was gone, so Chen Pingan did not insist on two hours. In the next few days, he kept fighting for an hour, just a little longer each time.

Pei Qian gritted his teeth and persisted.

At first, Zhu Lian was sarcastic and sarcastic. Xiao Heitan still had the energy to glare, but later she really didn't have the energy to fight for justice with Zhu Lian.

Ten days later, after going through the most difficult part of the journey, Pei Qian's face had some of the smile of the past. When he walked, he started to walk with Pei Qian's gold-lettered swagger again, or he just jumped up and down. What did Zhu Lian say? "Young Master, this old servant secretly thinks that Pei Qian has excellent martial arts qualifications. When the body is strengthened, the muscles and bones must suffer more, so that the qi and blood can be strong. You might as well walk around for two hours every day." Pei Qian can already continue to stare. .

On this day, after practicing walking piles, one large and one small opened the window and practiced standing the sword stove. Pei Qian was short and could only face the wall and think about it. After Chen Pingan agreed, she stepped on a chair, which was just enough to follow. Chen Pingan looked out the window at the sea of ​​clouds together.

Chen Pingan said softly: "You have to believe that all the hardships will be over."

Pei Qian is now practicing sword furnace staking, just for show, with very little effect. Chen Ping'an is also a little strange about this. After asking Sui Zuoyi and others, they couldn't find out the reason.

After another day of hard work, Pei Qian was secretly happy. He thought of something, turned around and said with longing: "Will I be able to have a sword when I travel in the world? It's best to be like Xiaobai again. , hanging a knife on my waist, I must have been much stronger at that time, not too much, not too heavy."

Chen Pingan nodded with a smile and said: "As long as you don't be lazy and you go to travel alone in the world someday, I can agree now and I will definitely give you a sword and a knife in the future."

Pei Qian was a little shy and whispered: "I have actually thought about it. If I have my own sword in the future, I will hang it on the same side of my waist. I even have a name for this posture of hanging the sword and hanging the knife. Master, do you want to hear it?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Tell me about it."

I, Chen Pingan, have always been really good at naming.

For example, on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, such as conquering demons.

Pei Qian whispered: "It's called 'Swords and Swords' because they are hung on the waist. Master, what do you think?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Very good."

Pei Qian's eyes narrowed into crescent moons with a smile, and he stretched out two fingers and stuck them together. "I am very happy when the sword carried by the master is so good."

Chen Pingan lay on the window, turned around and said with a smile: "When the ferry docked, we still followed the old rules and walked around Qingluan Country. When we saw the bamboo forest on the roadside, I picked some older bamboos and helped you make it. Two bamboo knives and bamboo swords, if you don’t mind them, you can hang them first.”

Pei Qian said in a loud voice: "Make it lighter and smaller so it doesn't weigh too much on your body."

Chen Pingan agreed with a smile, looked at the sea of ​​clouds, and asked casually: "What about the hiking pole?"

Pei Qian said without hesitation: "It is the number one warrior under my command. It has traveled such a long way with me, but I don't want to throw it away casually. I allow it to be disarmed and return to the field, and have grandchildren. I will ask Old Wei for advice later." What kind of official title should be awarded to it..."

A large bag of sour-teeth book bags was lost.

But Chen Pingan nodded in approval and said softly: "That's right."

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In Old Dragon City, over there at Chenchen Pharmacy, Zheng Dafeng didn't really have much to do to salute. Apart from some changes of clothes, he only needed to take the old cigarette stick with him.

It seems that this slovenly man has always been like this in his life, whether he was looking at the broken wooden fence in Lizhu Cave or coming here. There is nothing he must pick up and nothing he cannot put down.

Tomorrow we will take the Fu family ferry back to Longquan County of the Great Li Dynasty. On the last day, Zheng Dafeng sat on a bench under the old locust tree.

The old man named Xun had already left, saying he was going to meet a friend at the Invincible Divine Fist Gang.

Li Er returned to Old Dragon City yesterday. Fu Qi and his eldest son Fu Donghai came quickly. Fu Qi's meaning was very clear. Fu Donghai was good at making decisions and caused this disaster. As long as Zheng Dafeng said a word, Li Er could be killed. Mr. Er punched Fu Donghai and broke Fu Donghai's Changsheng Bridge. From then on, the Fu family raised Fu Donghai as a useless person.

Zheng Dafeng smiled and asked Fu Qi why he didn't bring Fu Donghai, who had broken the Changsheng Bridge, directly to the medicine shop. Wouldn't it be more sincere?

Fu Qi was speechless.

Fu Donghai was quite tough. Instead of begging for mercy, he made some provocative words, as if Li Er didn't punch Fu Donghai and made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Zheng Dafeng looked tired at the time and was sitting in the yard smoking a dry cigarette.

The old man has obviously made a deal with the Dali Dynasty and the Fu family and the Fan family.

That Fan Junmao could become the second mountain god of the Great Li Dynasty after Wei Bo, the righteous god of the North Mountains, when the horses of the Song family's cavalry stepped on the shore of the South China Sea of ​​Old Dragon City.

The price the old man paid was nothing more than Zheng Dafeng's Nine Realms cultivation.

Zheng Dafeng knew that the matter was over.

Zheng Dafeng thought for a while and said that's it, the days are long and the water is flowing.

Fu Qi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take Fu Donghai back home, but Li Er punched Fu Donghai in the heart.

The Changsheng Bridge was not only broken, but also shattered to the point where it was difficult for gods to save it.

Li Er did not look at Fu Donghai, but stared at Fu Qi calmly, "I think as a father, you should stand up for your son."

Fu Qi helped up his eldest son Fu Donghai who fell to the ground. There was no trace of anger on his face. He smiled and said: "Finally Mr. Li Er got out of his bad breath. This trip is worthwhile. As Mr. Zheng said, the future is long and the water is long." .”

"oh?"

Li Erxiao asked, "Why don't you show me the way to the Fu Family Patriarch Hall?"

Fu Qi, who was good at nourishing qi, instantly turned pale.

Zheng Dafeng said: "Li Er, that's it."

After Fu Qi took Fu Donghai away, Li Er quickly left Old Dragon City.

Today, under the locust tree, Zheng Dafeng was basking in the warm early spring sun alone, wearing a comfortable cotton-padded jacket that Pei Qian and the others bought for him.

The girl I hadn't seen for a long time probably had a good meal during the New Year, and her cheeks and figure seemed to be more "voluptuous". She was not like she used to, just wandering around in front of Zheng Dafeng. This time she had the courage to get closer. Zheng Dafeng asked shyly: "Shopkeeper Zheng, is the shop hiring?"

Zheng Dafeng smiled and shook his head, "No more, I will go back to my hometown tomorrow. It is too difficult to make a living in your old Dragon City."

Although this girl is ridiculously fat, she has a soft and soft voice that is particularly pleasant to the ears. Her face is full of disappointment, "Are you coming back?"

Zheng Dafeng shook his head, "I won't go back."

She was surprised and said: "If you didn't say it was an old house bought by your ancestors, what about the shop?"

Zheng Dafeng couldn't help but laugh and said: "It's empty. It's a dusty drug store, so it's normal for it to eat dust."

She blushed slightly, "Otherwise, give me the key and I will clean it for you. The house is not popular and will break down quickly. What a pity."

Zheng Dafeng waved his hand and said: "No, no, no, really no, thank you, girl."

Zheng Dafeng glanced at the sky, which was bright and sunny, but said it was getting late and he had to go back to pack his luggage. The girl bit her lip, looked at the rickety man running away with the bench, and suddenly asked: "Shopkeeper Zheng, don't you even ask me what my last name is?"

After all, Zheng Dafeng didn't have the nerve to pretend to be deaf, so he had to stop and turn his head, "May I ask the girl's last name?"

The girl smiled and said, "I love ginger, so my surname is Jiang!"

Zheng Dafeng was stunned.

How should I answer this?

Just by looking at her walking around but not speaking, she knew that this girl had a gentle temperament that knew etiquette and didn't get entangled. Today was no exception. She turned sideways and said a blessing, "I hope shopkeeper Zheng has a good journey." .”

Zheng Dafeng smiled and waved goodbye to her.

What a good girl.

This night, in the northern suburbs outside Laolong City.

A small, brand-new tomb, with a few bright red hanging papers pressed with small stones on the small tomb.

The rickety man squatted in front of the grave, burned a book, and then placed ten small oil lamps in front of the grave. The lamps inside were painted black and exuded a sinister atmosphere, but there were no wicks.

How to light a lamp?

A Yin God appeared out of thin air, flicked his fingers at the oil lamps again and again, and the ten oil lamps were lit one after another. Upon closer inspection, the wick, which was more than an inch high, was extremely weird and terrifying. It turned out to be a wisp of smoke in the shape of a human, with a ferocious and twisted face. It was as if he was enduring great suffering and pain that burned his soul and melted his muscles into lamp oil.

The wicks of the ten lamps are respectively the three souls and seven souls of a certain person.

The body is still there.

However, the souls have been detained one by one by this Yin God using vicious spells.

The man was indifferent to this. He just squatted there and whispered to the tomb: "I'm afraid you might feel creepy and scared when you look at it. I'll wait until the lights go out before leaving."

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In the night, Sun Jiashu was alone at the Sun family's ancestral house, walking along the river bank.

Even though the ancestor of the Sun family is already a Nascent Soul Immortal, he still sighs and regrets these days.

On the contrary, Sun Jiashu comforted his ancestors, saying that if I get this kind of blessing, if I lose it, I should just think that the Sun family does not have this kind of partial wealth luck.

A young prince with a crown-like appearance appeared next to Sun Jiashu silently. Even the ancestor of the Sun family and the three golden elixir worshipers did not notice the slightest ripple of energy.

When Sun Jiashu saw the expert who had helped him untie his knot, he immediately bowed and said, "Meet Mr. Fan."

When he set up Chen Pingan, Sun Jiashu not only almost became an enemy of Chen Pingan, but also almost lost a close friend like Liu Baqiao.

I don't know how many hundred years old is this person in front of me? A thousand-year-old foreign master found the lost Sun Jiashu, spoke some words, and gave some guidance, so that Sun Jiashu's thatched cottage suddenly opened.

"While walking on the road, you have achieved quite a lot, but you just tripped on a stone, fell hard, and suffered a lot. Does this mean that you are on the wrong path?"

"The path that Chen Ping'an is taking is very good, which can explain the path that you, Sun Jiashu, are taking, isn't it good? It's either this or that, so naive, why do you have any plans or business?"

"No matter how good someone else's road is, it is still someone else's road. You might as well immerse yourself in work, but ask about the hard work rather than the harvest. Occasionally look up and take a look at the people and scenery on other roads, that's enough."

Good advice is worth a thousand dollars.

The "master" who looked younger than Sun Jiashu only said that his surname was Fan, but he had almost no relationship with the Fan family in Old Dragon City.

Sun Jiashu relied on his intuition and was convinced of this.

The man smiled and said: "There are actually only three families in Old Dragon City. Fuqi, or Wang Zhu's Fu family, Fan Junmao, or the old Shenjun's Fan family, and your Sun family accounts for half of the last family. The rest of Ding Fanghou together account for roughly half. This time we go north, there is a long way to go, so let’s keep up the good work."

Sun Jiashu nodded and said, "My Sun family will definitely not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The man smiled and said, "Once in a lifetime? It's more than that."

Sun Jiashu was a little dazed. In addition to chewing on the profound meaning of this sentence, he also thought of secretly seeing off Chen Ping'an that day.

The young man wearing a white robe and carrying a long sword seemed to see himself from behind the crowd after the ferry took off.

Instead of turning a blind eye, he actually clasped his fists to say goodbye. Finally, he raised his arms high and extended his thumb.

Sun Jiashu smiled slightly.

It was true then, and it is true now.

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In the palace of a newly rising dynasty.

There was a pair of masters and apprentices walking between two tall walls. The handsome young man in white stretched out his finger and wiped it on the wall.

The woman beside him is tall, but she doesn't look uncoordinated or bulky at all.

As she walked, she was breathless.

There is no spiritual aura of harmony between heaven and man like a Qi practitioner, no grandmaster aura of a pure martial artist, and even no ordinary people's breathing.

The tall woman who always hung her sword on her waist but had no scabbard found a seemingly ordinary green bamboo scabbard for her sword that was sharpened in the Lei Pond of Hanging Mountain a few days ago.

It was one of her subordinates who worked hard to find it from Aquarius Continent.

The young man, who looked like a god from afar or up close, smiled and asked, "Master, did you buy it or rob it?"

The woman said calmly: "I heard I bought it."

The young man sighed and said, "That's a forced purchase."

The woman smiled and said, "If you think this is wrong, you can have a fight with him."

The young man said helplessly: "I, Cao Ci, am now a fifth-level martial artist. How can I fight him?"

The woman stopped and said, "The word strongest is missing."

Cao Ci thought for a while, wiped the ground with his toes, and drew two short lines on the left and right ends. He raised his toes and pointed to the line on the left, "Just talking about the five realms, the most talented martial artists in the world are here. "

He moved his toes to the right, "I am Cao Ci here."

Then he clicked in the middle of the two, "Apart from me, the most outstanding Five Realm geniuses in the Middle-earth Divine Continent are probably here."

The tall woman did not feel that her disciple was young and arrogant, and looked down on his fellow warriors. In fact, she felt that Cao Ci was too polite.

Cao Ci suddenly squatted down, stretched out a finger, tapped the middle line, and moved slightly towards his own line, "I think that guy, after I break through, his fifth realm can go to here."

The woman looked down at the position drawn by Cao Ci with her finger, nodded in approval, "It should be about the same."

While the master and apprentice were standing and squatting, chatting about martial arts.

In the distance, the first eunuch of this great dynasty, a eunuch who is expected to become a fairy, is leading a group of bright red pythons to the Diao Temple. After seeing the two people, they all stopped. Standing with their hands solemnly solemn, no one dared to take a breath.

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The ferry arrived at the ferry at the border of Qingluan Kingdom. Chen Pingan and his party were walking on the bustling street of the ferry. For some reason, whether they were Qi practitioners or pure martial artists, they would take the initiative to give way and go around. The higher the realm, the better the vision of the middle five realms. The more experienced monks and martial arts masters in the third realm of Qi refining are, the more clearly they feel an invisible pressure.

A stunningly beautiful woman with a sword on her back, a tall man with a narrow sword hanging from his waist, a crooked and smiling old man, and a short, dull man in fine clothes.

None of it is simple.

But for some reason, a golden elixir monk who concealed his aura among the crowd felt that the combined momentum of the four of them was not as powerful as that of the young man who was clearly injured and carrying a sword.

The stars tower over the moon.