Sword of Coming

There was too much movement in the bamboo house. After Pei Qian woke up, he immediately put on his clothes, prepared his sword, held a hiking stick, and rushed out.

The girl in the pink skirt was half a step behind her and opened the door. When she saw Pei Qian running quickly out of the yard, the girl in the pink skirt noticed something strange and hurried away to follow Pei Qian. Sure enough, she saw Pei Qian had a serious face and murderous intent, muttering as he ran. The girl in the pink skirt roughly knew Pei Qian's temper and quickly advised him: "Don't be impulsive. I have always been like this when I practiced boxing in the mountains in the early years. "

It's not that the girl in pink skirt doesn't feel sorry for her master, but she knows the pros and cons and doesn't want Pei Qian to suffer losses at Zhulou. Besides, Mr. Cui really doesn't have any bad intentions towards his master.

Pei Qianzhuo ran with his head down, holding the mountain stick tightly, and said angrily: "The old bastard really wants to rebel. This mountain belongs to my master, and the bamboo building belongs to my master. Not to mention that the old guy is shamelessly occupying the second floor. Master Just as he was going up the mountain, he was knocked unconscious by two or three punches. When he opened his eyes, he just chatted with us for a while. Not long after, he was punched again, and now he is here again! Master went back to his hometown to enjoy the blessings, not to his old age. This guy bullied me!"

The more Pei Qian talked, the more annoyed he became, and he kept repeating: "I am angry, I am angry..."

The girl in the pink skirt turned out to be a fire python spirit who had reached the fifth level of middle school. She floated lightly beside Pei Qian and said timidly: "If Mr. Cui really wants to rebel, there is nothing we can do. We can't defeat him."

Pei Qian tilted his head and spat, without slowing down. He gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's not fight. I'll reason with the old bastard! I don't believe in evil anymore. There are still such unkind guests in the world who bully my master." Isn’t it easy to talk to? I, Pei Qian, am not a good person! I am Master’s first disciple and Cui Dongshan’s senior sister!”

The girl in pink skirt walked backwards and floated beside Pei Qian. She glanced at the hiking pole in Pei Qian's hand and the bamboo sword at her waist, but hesitated to speak.

Near Pei Qian's residence, a child in green clothes sat on the ridge of the roof, yawning. This little fuss was nothing compared to when he carried Chen Ping'an, who was covered in blood, downstairs again and again. Now, on the second floor of the bamboo building, This kind of "discussion" is like changing from a frontier poem to a graceful poem, which is not worth mentioning. Pei Qian is a black man, but he still has little experience in the world.

Zheng Dafeng and Zhu Lian were drinking and admiring the moon in the courtyard. They didn't talk about Chen Ping'an, they only talked about women. Otherwise, it would be too shameful for two big men to talk about a man at night.

Zhu Lian talked about Sui Youyou who was traveling to Tongyezhou, about Huang Ting, the crown prince of Taiping Mountain, about a charming woman named Yao Jinzhi in the Daquan Dynasty, about Jin Su, the maid next to Mrs. Gui, and about the girl with a bad temper. Well done Fan Junmao.

Zheng Dafeng then talked about He Xiaoliang who had betrayed the Shengaozong, Su Jia, the fairy of Zhengyang Mountain who unfortunately fell into the mud at the foot of the mountain, and the short but charming empress of the palace in Dali. Later, they got too far away. Zheng Dafeng Dafeng also talked about the outstanding women who were born and raised in the town when he was guarding the gate of Lizhu Cave in the early years, including the Gu family from Niping Lane, decades earlier, and a woman from Xinghua Lane, who was born a few years ago. He just became the river goddess of the Longxu River. After becoming a mountain and water god, he was able to rejuvenate himself and regain his youthful appearance. He was really good-looking, but his mouth was a bit mean and he was even more powerful than his sister-in-law when they quarreled. point.

Zheng Dafeng took a sip of wine and smacked it in his mouth, his face full of intoxication, "On a moonlit night, drinking with my best friends and talking about beautiful women, what a magical day."

The set of celadon wine sets on the table has been around for some time. It can be seen that it was fired in a dragon kiln in the small town. It is almost perfect. As a royal tribute of the Song family in Dali, according to the usual practice, any defective products with slight defects will be treated as such. Officials from the kiln supervising government office would be carefully screened out, broken into pieces and thrown away in Lao Porcelain Mountain. Zheng Dafeng loved to drink and had a bright mind, so it was not difficult to secretly get some porcelain that should have been placed in the Dali Palace. Regarding Zheng Dafeng's trivial matters that were so messy, Old Man Yang from the drug store probably didn't even bother to pay attention to them.

Zhu Lian was picking up the jug and pouring wine into the empty wine glass. He suddenly stopped and put down the jug, then picked up the wine glass and put it to his ear. He tilted his head, listened, squinted his eyes, and whispered: "Wealth and honor." At the door, I can occasionally hear the sound of porcelain being opened, which is not inferior to the sound of apricot blossoms being sold in the streets and alleys."

Zhu Lian heard that subtle sound, twirled the wine glass with his fingers, and murmured with a smile: "A small vessel with a large opening is like a country girl, with her first love, orchid and vanilla. A large vessel with a small opening is like a beautiful lady riding a horse." Raise the whip.”

Zheng Dafeng didn't feel awkward at all after listening to these rather acrimonious literati words. Instead, he was content with Zhu Lian.

Logically speaking, an old cook or a janitor should only talk about shit and trivial matters.

The bright moon is bright and the breeze is blowing.

The two of them sat opposite each other and had a good understanding.

The beautiful things in the world are nothing more than this.

Zheng Dafeng smiled and said: "Zhu Lian, tell me the truth, during those years when you were living in the land of Lotus Roots and Flowers, did you ever really like any woman?"

Zhu Lian gently put down his wine glass and said with emotion: "When you like a woman, how can you not be sincere? How dare you not be attentive. It's just that in our country and in the world, we can't help ourselves in everything we do. When we were young, our hearts were as high as the sky, and we always felt that the love between men and women was... The ultimate romanticism is still too small. He worked vertically and horizontally, made extraordinary achievements, turned the tide, and left his name in history. When I saw these words in a book in my early years, it was like..."

Zheng Dafeng answered smoothly: "I was with an old bachelor in the deep mountains and forests, and I caught a glimpse of the picture of a beauty taking a bath, and my blood boiled all of a sudden."

Zhu Lian quickly filled up the wine for both parties. Just by saying this, he deserved a full drink.

The two clinked gently, Zhu Lian drank it all in one gulp, wiped his lips and said with a smile: "The sound of clinking wine glasses with a close friend is more moving than the sound of the rich woman taking a bath and taking off her clothes."

Zheng Dafeng asked: "Have you really heard of such a natural sound?"

Zhu Lian nodded, "The clouds and smoke have passed away."

Zheng Dafeng was convinced and gave a thumbs up, "Master!"

The boy in green rolled his eyes. He really couldn't understand why these two martial artists only hung out together. They didn't talk about martial arts or eat a big bowl of meat, but they talked about the woman who couldn't eat it and was the most expensive one. , No matter how good-looking a woman is, so what? Ordinary masters, even if they are like flowers and jade, how long can the flowers bloom? How many years will it take for people to grow old? It’s the female nun on the mountain. No matter how beautiful she is, can she be eaten by her beauty? Can it be used as fairy money to buy magic weapons? The boy in Tsing Yi felt that the relationship between these two people was really tacky and boring.

The key is that whether Zheng Dafeng or Zhu Lian, they are clearly the most outstanding pure warriors in Aquarius Continent. Since they love women so much, they don't have any beautiful women around them.

In the secular arena, even if the so-called master of the arena is no more than six realms and seven realms, isn't it easy for him to be surrounded by red and green trees?

The boy in Tsing Yi fell back, using his hands as a pillow.

He couldn't understand why Chen Pingan could be friends with them.

And a true friend.

Over at the Bamboo House, Pei Qian saw the barefoot old man standing in the corridor on the second floor.

The old man smiled and asked, "Why, do you want to bring justice to your master?"

Pei Qian blinked and said, "Old sir, we are all heroes who live in the world, so we must be moral and repay kindness, right?"

The old man said nothing.

He looked down at the black charcoal girl who looked like a piece of martial arts embryo, and was a little puzzled as to why the boy in the room was not willing to carve this peerless piece of jade. Chen Ping'an, if nothing else, still had some discernment. You should not be able to see Pei Qian's talent. Why, just because the little lazy guy downstairs couldn't bear the pain, he really stopped practicing martial arts. He thought about practicing martial arts all day long to become a peerless swordsman in one night and invincible in two days.

It's just that the little girl has accepted Chen Ping'an as her master and is quite determined, so the old man can't interfere casually. This is the true morality of the world. Even if Xiao Heitan was idle and squandering everything every day, the old man could only wait until Chen Pingan returned to Luolu Mountain before he could say anything. As for how Chen Pingan taught Pei Qian martial arts in the end, it was still the master and apprentice's own business.

The old man said nothing.

Pei Qian is even less confident. He will definitely not be able to beat him. Even calling the old cook is useless. It is still because his crazy swordsmanship is too difficult to master. Otherwise, how could he tolerate the old bastard being so arrogant and domineering? He would have been beaten long ago. He knelt down and kowtowed, admitting his mistake to his master.

It's just that Pei Qian is very brave today and he just doesn't want to turn around and leave.

The girl in the pink skirt tugged on Pei Qian's sleeves and signaled them to stop as soon as they were ready.

Pei Qian gently patted the hand of the girl in pink skirt, held his head high and said loudly: "Old sir, let's play backgammon. I will set the rules. Whoever wins will listen to whoever wins. Do you dare?!"

The old man said expressionlessly: "I don't dare."

Pei Qian was stunned on the spot.

The old man suddenly said: "Is it because your master was beaten to death one day that you started practicing martial arts with all your heart? Then after practicing for a few days, you felt it was too much, so you just gave it up and could only go to your master and your parents every year. Like the tomb, if you run more diligently, you can feel at ease?"

Pei Qian's eyes filled with tears, he pursed his lips tightly, and reached out his hand to tightly hold the handle of the knife at his waist.

At this moment, a man in a green shirt staggered out of the house, leaned against the railing, waved to Pei Qian and said: "Go back to bed, don't listen to him, the master will not die."

Pei Qianxuan was about to cry and said, "What if?"

Chen Pingan laughed angrily and said: "Then go upstairs. Master asked him to help you rub your muscles and bones, just like Sui Youyou did in Old Dragon City at that time. Do you want it? I'll count to three. If you don't go back to sleep, I'll arrest you." Come up here, you can't run away even if you want to, Master won't care about you from now on, leave everything to the seniors."

Chen Ping'an just counted three.

Pei Qian ran away, shouting as he ran: "There is no such thing as a contingency, the master is very powerful."

The old man sneered: "I don't have much conscience."

Chen Pingan coughed a few times, with gentle eyes, looking at the retreating figures of the two little girls, and said with a smile: "Such a big child is already very good. If we expect more, we are wrong."

The old man shook his head and said: "If it were an ordinary disciple, it would be later. Pei Qian is different. The sooner such a good seedling endures hardship, the greater the suffering and the greater the potential. Thirteen or fourteen years old is not young. If I hadn't I remember wrongly, when you were your age, you almost got that book of Shaking Mountain Fist and started practicing boxing."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Anyway, I am Master Pei Qian, and it doesn't matter what you say."

The old man squinted and said, "Why, you really raised Pei Qian as your daughter? You have to think clearly whether Luopo Mountain needs a lawless wealthy daughter or a martial arts embryo with strong bones and muscles."

Chen Pingan put his hands on the railing, "I don't want these, I just want Pei Qian to be busy enough at this age since he has already done a lot of things he doesn't like, copying books, walking around, and practicing swordsmanship." Well, it’s not like she just hangs around there every day, so she has to do something she likes to do.”

The old man asked: "What's going on with those little girl's eyes?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "This has been the case since she came out of Lotus Flower Blessed Land. The old temple master of Donghai Taoist Temple seems to have tampered with her eyes, but it should be a good thing."

The old man was not a sloppy person. After asking this question, regardless of whether the answer was satisfactory or not, he immediately changed the question and asked, "I went to Piyun Mountain this time. After a heart-to-heart talk, did I owe something to Wei Bo again?" what gift?"

Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed and did not hide anything. He said softly: "A fragment of Du Mao's glazed golden body that fell to the world after he failed to ascend."

The old man had seen the world and asked directly: "How old is it?"

Chen Pingan replied: "The size of a child's fist."

Chen Ping'an originally thought that the old man was going to scold him for being a prodigal, but he never thought that the old man nodded and said, "You can't just owe Wei Bo a favor, otherwise the people in Luopo Mountain will be emotionally affected by you in the future, and they will be dependent on others for the rest of their lives, and they will not be able to raise their heads to see that. Piyun Mountain.”

The old man asked again, "Do you know why I hit you with two punches in front of Ruan Xiu by the stream?"

Chen Pingan shook his head.

The old man said: "Ruan Xiu followed Nian Ganlang to Shujian Lake, do you know that?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "We almost met."

The old man sneered and said: "Then do you know that she killed a young man who was destined to win Da Li? Even Ruan Xiu himself didn't know very well. That young man was the disciple chosen by the feudal king Song Changjing. Back then on Furong Mountain, the overall situation was It has been determined that the Jindan Immortal who abducted the boy is dead, the Furong Mountain Ancestral Hall has been demolished, and all the wild cultivators have been killed, but Dali Niangan Lang is intact. Think about it, why did you not bring back the person who was supposed to be there? A young boy from Great Libei with a bright future?"

Chen Ping'an really didn't know the inside story and fell into deep thought.

The old man revealed some secrets, "The young man in Song Changjing's eyes is naturally a martial arts genius who is rare to see in a century. The reason why Da Li Niangan Lang found this person is that when he broke through the realm in his early years, he was still in the lower three realms of martial arts. , caused strange phenomena in several martial arts temples, and Dali has always built a country with martial arts, so the ups and downs of military fortunes are undoubtedly the top priority. Although Ruan Xiu helped Nian Ganlang find three Nian Ganlang candidates in the end, but in fact Song Changjing's account was more or less deducted."

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Is it related to me?"

The old man almost punched him again, hoping to knock this guy out of his wits.

Chen Ping'an's heart was moved, and he had already moved a few steps laterally. He was actually reversing the six-step stance of the Mountain-Shaking Fist, and it was extremely natural.

The old man calmed down a little, and then he stopped taking action and said: "You only strive for the title of being the strongest, not for the martial arts, but would Ruan Xiu think so? Aren't all the silly girls in the world hoping to get close to the men around them as much as possible? There are all kinds of benefits. In Ruan Xiu’s opinion, since you have peers who come out to compete with you for martial arts luck, it is a battle of great ways. How did she do it, kill the enemy, eliminate the root cause, and never cause future troubles. "

Chen Ping'an looked sad.

The old man put one hand behind his back and rubbed the railing with the other, "I won't make any random remarks, but as an older person, I hope you understand one thing. If you reject a girl, you must know what she has done for you. You know If you still refuse when the time comes, and tell her the truth, then it is no longer your fault, but your ability, and the other woman's vision is good enough. But if you don't know anything yet, just For the sake of a clear conscience, it seems hard-hearted, but in fact it is stupid."

The old man turned around and asked, "Do you understand this point?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "I understand."

The old man asked again, "What should we do?"

Chen Pingan said: "I don't know."

The old man raised his eyebrows.

Seeing that the opportunity was not good, Chen Ping'an floated up, put one hand on the railing, and swept out of the bamboo building.

But it was not a straight line. He suddenly made a thousand-jin drop and landed on the ground. At the same time, he did not hesitate to use a square inch shrinking ground talisman and slapped the sword gourd to let Chu Yiwu protect himself behind him, and then control the sword fairy to go first. One step, he stepped heavily on the ground, his body was like a galloping horse, stepping on the sword fairy, determined not to use the sword to go to the sea of ​​clouds with a wide field of vision, but clinging to the ground, going around and around the mountains and forests, quickly Escape far away.

Done in one go.

It was obvious that he had already planned his escape route.

The old man on the second floor did not throw any punches to pursue, and said: "If you were half as good as running away when it comes to love between men and women, you would have asked Ruan Qiong to buy you a drink and call you a good son-in-law with a big smile."