Sword of Coming

Early in the morning, Pei Qian crossed his arms across his chest, with a straight face, staring blankly at a table of his most beloved possessions.

Except for the small bamboo box that is already on my back, the hiking stick on the table, the yellow paper talisman, and the bamboo knife and sword are all not allowed! It’s really like going to Chui’er’s school, reading Chui’er’s book, and meeting Chui’er’s master!

Pei Qian sighed heavily, stood up, opened the door, and raised her head. Until this moment, she felt that she had some enlightenment, and finally understood the essence of the sage's saying in the book, "Even if there are thousands of people, I will go."

But she secretly hid a bag of melon seeds. Of course she didn't dare when the master and gentlemen were giving lectures. Once the school went to Luopo Mountain to complain, Pei Qian also knew that she was being unreasonable and the master would definitely not help her in the end. But when you have free time, you can't treat yourself badly, right? Are you still not allowed to find a deserted place to eat melon seeds?

Pei Qian was silent along the way. While walking through the streets, he saw a big white goose. Before Pei Qian did anything, the white goose started to run away.

Pei Qian was finally in a slightly better mood. He was about to leave Jianghu, but he was still a bit difficult to deal with and knew how powerful he was.

Zhu Lian sent Pei Qian to the door of the school and said, "Quarrel more and fight less."

Pei Qian rolled his eyes and said, "What's the fuss about? I'll just be a little mute."

Zhu Lian waved his hand.

Pei Qian is a little uncomfortable and his legs are a little unruly. Why don't we study again tomorrow? It's just one day late, it doesn't matter. She secretly turned her head and saw Zhu Lian still standing there. Pei Qian was a little annoyed. The old cook was really busy and had to go back to Luo Po Mountain to cook.

There is a young teacher at the school, waiting there early with a smile on his face.

The young mountain master of Luolu Mountain had already said hello to the school. For this reason, the two old masters of the school, who were born in the Chen family of Longwei River, thought about it and felt that the matter was not a big deal, so they sent a letter back to the family. It was the eldest son. Chen Songfeng personally replied to the letter, asking the school to treat each other with courtesy. There was no need to act like a formidable enemy, and there was no need to deliberately please. Rules were indispensable, but some matters could be dealt with leniently as appropriate.

Pei Qian is actually not afraid of life, otherwise she was a big kid in her early years. Back then, in Hu'er Town on the border of the Daquan Dynasty, she was able to deceive several experienced head catchers, but they didn't dare to say a harsh word and sent her away respectfully. Back to the inn?

Pei Qian simply doesn't like studying.

The young master introduced Pei Qian, saying that his name was Pei Qian and that he came from Qilong Lane.

After hearing the interesting name "Pei Qian" which is homophonic to "losing money", there was a lot of laughter in the classroom. The young master frowned, and an old gentleman in charge of teaching, teaching and solving doubts immediately scolded him, and the whole hall was silent.

Pei Qian didn't care. He took a quick glance out of the corner of his eye and remembered his appearance clearly. He thought to himself, don't fall into my hands.

Pei Qian walked to an empty seat, picked up the bamboo box and placed it next to the desk, and began to pretend to listen to the class.

Pei Qian endured two classes and felt drowsy. It was really difficult. After class, he took an opportunity and tiptoed to the side door instead of walking to the main entrance of the school.

As a result, I saw Zhu Lian sitting on the roadside eating melon seeds.

Pei Qian forced a smile, deliberately looked around, and asked, "Old Chef Zhu, what are you doing?"

Zhu Lian chewed melon seeds and said with a smile: "Sit back and wait for the rabbit."

Pei Qian laughed and said: "It's not like deep in the mountains and old forests. Where did this little brother come from?"

Pei Qian turned around and left.

This old chef Zhu is haunted, and there is no way to do it. It seems that it is not appropriate to skip class today.

In the next few days, whenever Pei Qian wanted to run away, he would see Zhu Lian.

In the end, I had to accept my fate. At the school, although Pei Qian was not young, she looked like a teenager, so her current classmates were actually much younger than her.

Pei Qian began to get used to her school life. She would listen to the teacher's lectures, going in through one ear and out the other. After class, she would fold her arms around her chest, close her eyes and rest, paying no attention to anyone. Everyone was dumbfounded. Yes, you can't even get the slightest sense of accomplishment by deceiving them.

On this day, Pei Qian began to wander thousands of miles in class again.

Suddenly he turned his head and looked around. A moment later, a young man wearing a Confucian shirt came, accompanied by several old masters who were in charge of things.

The group of them did not stop, but Pei Qian noticed this guy and took a look at himself.

That evening, Pei Qian refused the invitation of the two little girls to watch a movie, and rushed back to Qilong Lane alone, carrying a small bamboo box.

It turned out that Zhu Lian had come to the backyard of the shop from Luopo Mountain again. Not only that, the young master whom he had met at the school before was also there, sitting there talking and laughing with Old Chef Zhu.

Pei Qian carried a small bamboo box and bowed, "Hello, sir."

There was nothing she could do, the master was very polite when traveling in the world, and as a founding disciple, she couldn't let others mistakenly think that her master didn't know how to teach his disciples.

The young scholar smiled and said, "You are Pei Qian, right? Are you still used to studying in a school?"

Pei Qian's little chicken pecked at the rice, his eyes were sincere, and he said loudly: "That's great. Gentlemen are very knowledgeable. You really should go to the academy to be gentlemen and sages. My classmates will study hard and become Jinshi masters in the future."

Shi Rou was holding back laughter at the counter.

Zhu Lian didn't expose the knack of doing whatever the wind took him to do.

The young scholar seems a little uncomfortable with it.

This flattery is a bit too much, and it makes it difficult for the grandson of the Chen family in Longweixi to answer the question, but when a child speaks, he should always be sincere, right? He couldn't ignore the little girl's good intentions, so Chen Songfeng, who had come from afar, had no choice but to smile and nod to her.

Pei Qian bowed again, then ran into his room, closed the door gently, and started copying books. This matter outside of the school was what Pei Qian was most serious about.

After copying the book, Pei Qian found that the guest had left, and Zhu Lian was still sitting in the yard, holding many things in his arms.

Pei Qian held a hiking stick and practiced the crazy sword technique. After standing still, he asked: "What do I want from you?"

Zhu Lian said: "Good thing."

Pei Qian blinked, "What, did you send money?"

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Oh, your mouth must have been opened before. You really hit the mark."

Pei Qian asked: "Can you share the money?"

"It's none of your business."

Zhu Lian held three boxes in his arms, raised one sleeve, shook it, shook his head and said: "It's your master's friend, Liu Xianyang, who is studying in Posuzhou, and asked someone to send us a letter and three things in Luopo Mountain. The latter sent two for one, as the letter said, among which he gave the young master a book, which contained a touch of "book-turning style" that was hard to buy, and then gave it to Gu Can in Mu Ping Xiang. The magical bamboo fan made of Shenxiao bamboo is said to be because Gu Can was timid since he was a child. The fan can defeat all the ghosts and ghosts growing underground in the world. As for the last thing, Liu Xianyang made a fan when he heard that the young master had his own mountain. Only cuttlefish of extremely high quality will be eaten, and they will be kept and raised by the young master."

Pei Qian smiled brightly, extended his thumb and praised: "This Liu Xianyang is on the road! He is indeed my master's best friend. He is generous and unambiguous!"

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "In addition to being a friend, he is also a smart man. It seems that this trip to study far away is not in vain. This is good, otherwise after many years of separation, the circumstances are different, and we will be completely different from the past when we meet again. , I don’t know anything to talk about.”

Pei Qian asked: "Can I take a look at the book-turning style and cuttlefish eating?"

Zhu Lian stood up and said: "You can't read the book without being disturbed by the wind. We'll talk about it later when the young master returns to Luo Po Mountain. As for the cuttlefish that costs more money from the gods, I'll keep it first so that you can satisfy your eye cravings when you return to Luo Po Mountain next time."

Pei Qian suddenly asked: "Did our family pay for this money, or did Liu Xianyang pay for it?"

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "The letter said it bluntly, asking the young master to pay, saying that he is a big landowner now, so don't feel bad about the money. If you really feel bad, just bear with it."

Pei Qian said angrily: "To put it lightly, please return the cuttlefish as soon as possible. Sister Shirou and I guard two shops in Qilong Lane and only earn more than a dozen taels of silver in a month!"

Zhu Lian squinted and said, "If you have the ability, tell the master yourself?"

Pei Qian immediately forced a smile and said, "Feijian's summons costs money, so let's just say whatever you want. Master may not be able to talk about this Liu Xianyang, so I'll talk about him later."

Zhu Lian sneered: "Just you? By then the whole Luopo Mountain will be smelling your flattery, right?"

Pei Qian sat on the steps, silent.

Zhu Lian didn't care about her. The children were all like this. They were happy and sad every day.

After that, waves of people came from Luolu Mountain.

Even Zhu Lian was a little surprised.

One is that Lu Baixiang is not only here, but he also has two oil bottles behind his butt.

At that time, Zhu Lian was sunbathing with Zheng Dafeng at the gate of the mountain.

Lu Baixiang was no stranger to Zheng Dafeng, so he moved a bench and sat aside.

This left the two siblings who "revered their master like gods" a little confused.

A bad old man, a hunchbacked man, didn't show any respect or fear when he saw his master?

Fortunately for the young man, the girl with a wooden gun slung across her back had a cold look in her eyes. She was already sharp and sharp, but she became more and more reluctant to approach strangers.

Lu Baixiang didn't care about this, and naturally he didn't care about the two around him.

After some small talk, it turned out that Lu Baixiang stopped in the central and southern part of Aquarius Continent and first gathered a group of desperate horse thieves on the border. They were the elite cavalrymen of the southernmost vassal state of the Zhuying Dynasty. Later, Lu Baixiang Xiang led them to occupy a hilltop, which was a hidden nest of a Jianghu Demon Sect. It was isolated from the world and had a good family background. During this period, Lu Baixiang accepted the siblings as his disciples, carrying a wooden pole on his back. A heroic girl with a spear named Yuan Bao. The younger brother's name is Yuan Lai. He has a kind-hearted personality and is a moderately talented student. He has good aptitude for martial arts, but his temperament is much inferior to that of his elder sister.

Lu Baixiang regarded it as a bargain picked up on the roadside, and together they brought him a lot of experience in Luoluo Mountain. It was up to the two apprentices to decide whether to return to the world or stay here in the mountain.

When Lu Baixiang heard that Chen Ping'an had just left Luolu Mountain and went to Beiju Luzhou, he felt a little regretful.

Skip one of the heart-warming drinks.

Lu Baixiang plans to stay in Luolu Mountain for a few months.

There is no shortage of houses on the mountain. In Zhu Lian's words, it means that the family is now big and the business is big.

Zhu Lian asked Lu Baixiang to go up the mountain to find the house by himself, and he also wanted to chat with Brother Dafeng.

Lu Baixiang smiled and stood up to say goodbye. Zheng Dafeng asked Lu Baixiang to come here for a drink when he had time.

The girl Yuanbao snorted coldly.

The young man Yuan Lai was a little shy.

While climbing the mountain, Lu Baixiang was filled with emotion. This time he came to this blessed land of Lizhu, where the roots of the people fell, and what he saw, heard, and thought was naturally not something that two children could match.

The girl had a dark face and a sharp aura.

The young man had always been afraid of this decisive sister and did not dare to walk side by side. The master walked at the front, his sister followed, and he was at the bottom.

Lu Baixiang did not turn his head and said with a smile: "That rickety old man is called Zhu Lian. He is now a martial artist in the Far Traveling Realm."

The girl felt that she must have heard wrongly.

Lu Baixiang continued: "As for the hunchbacked man you think is squinting at you, his name is Zheng Dafeng. When I first met him in a medicine shop in Old Dragon City, he was a mountain-level martial artist. He was only one step away from even being a martial artist. In half a step, he almost became a ten-level warrior."

Yuan Bao pursed his lips tightly.

Lu Baixiang wore a narrow knife on his waist and was dressed in white. He continued to climb the mountain and said slowly: "I am not telling you this to make you afraid of them. Master will not feel guilty about getting along with them. When it comes to reaching the top of martial arts, Master is still Some confidence. So I just want you to understand one thing. There are mountains beyond the mountains, and there is a sky beyond the sky. If you want to speak forcefully in the future, you must have enough ability, otherwise it will be a joke. It doesn’t matter if you lose your own people, but you lose the master. To save my face, once or twice is enough, after three times, I will teach you how to be a disciple."

Yuan Bao raised his eyebrows, "Master, don't worry! One day, Master will think that it was right to accept Yuan Bao as his disciple!"

Yuan Lai smiled secretly.

This sister has been most competitive since she was a child.

Lu Baixiang suddenly stopped and turned his head, overlooking the girl, "Everything else is easy to talk about, but there is one thing you should keep in mind. When you meet a person named Chen Pingan in the future, remember to be polite."

A layer of sweat broke out on Yuan Bao's forehead, and he nodded, "Remember!"

After Master Lu Baixiang and his disciples settled in, due to the absence of the mountain lord of Luolu Mountain, the issue of Yuanbao Yuanlai being included in the genealogy of the "Ancestral Master Hall" could only be temporarily shelved.

On this matter, Lu Baixiang and Zhu Lian were exactly the same. If he took someone to Luopo Mountain, he would have to record his name under Luopo Mountain without any discussion.

After that, three more masters and apprentices visited Luolu Mountain.

They were the blind old Taoist, the lame young man carrying the flag, and the round-faced girl nicknamed Xiaojiuer.

However, the three of them went to the Qilong Lane shop first, and Pei Qian led the way back to Luolu Mountain together.

The blind old Taoist was still a little uneasy in his heart. When he heard that Chen Ping'an was not on the mountain, he always felt that it was not reliable to take refuge in him. However, after talking with the manager Zhu from Luo Mountain, he felt much more at ease. After the conversation, The blind old Taoist was shocked to realize that he seemed to have gained all his dignity. He was not yet a worshiper of Luoluo Mountain, but he only received a salary as a monk from the Xian family as a Qingke, working at the Caotou shop in Qilong Lane. As for the old Taoist's apprentices, they will not be able to obtain the status of Qingke until they reach the middle five realms. But before that, Luopo Mountain will subsidize the two of them in terms of money, and they can each advance a sum of money. Money, these are all easy to talk about.

It's both a personal relationship and a business deal, both of which are correct.

The key is that even though he is an old blind man, he can see that a bright future is at his feet.

This made the blind old Taoist feel as comfortable as drinking a large bowl of ice wine in the scorching summer heat.

When we descended Luopo Mountain, I felt like I was drifting while walking.

After all, Zhu Lian, the steward of Luopo Mountain, refused to listen to any advice and insisted on sending them all the way to the mountain gate in person.

Pei Qian still accompanied the three masters and apprentices to leave Luopo Mountain. The round trip didn't feel hard at all. What's more, it was good to reunite with Xiaobai after a long separation.

At this moment, Pei Qian turned around and saw the old cook, slowly climbing the mountain with his hands behind his back.

Pei Qian scratched his head. Standing on the tall building in the old cook's heart, there seemed to be an extra young man with a vague face. There was a word in the book that said, clothes and belts catch the wind. Anyway, he was probably like that. That makes sense.

The land of lotus flowers and the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom.

It was raining continuously in that alley.

A young man in a green shirt with a slender figure and a beautiful face was walking slowly, holding an old oil-paper umbrella.

Today he was going to borrow books from Zhong Qiu, who was both his husband and the master of the Nanyuan Kingdom, and read some unique books that could not be found anywhere else in the world.

Regarding the imperial examination, Mr. Zhong has already said frankly that whether he can be ranked first or third in the imperial examination depends on his fate, and after all, he is too young, so the court and His Majesty have some concerns, but it is definitely not difficult to rank high in the second class.

Therefore, he is now more focused on the imperial examination and crafts. He has begun to read many ancient books and miscellaneous books that have been dusty for a long time.

After having a heart-to-heart talk with him, Mr. Zhong allowed him to browse through that part of his private collection.

At the corner of the street, an acquaintance whom I hadn't seen for many years walked out.

He was extremely handsome, smiling and looking at the boy holding the umbrella.

With one hand behind your back, holding a folding fan, gently pat your abdomen.

Lu Ti.

The most famous Mr. Lu in the world.

The young man smiled brightly and walked quickly.

Over the years, Mr. Zhong occasionally mentioned this "foreigner" who had not been seen since leaving the capital. He was always worried about the relationship. He was neither an enemy nor a friend, but also seemed like an enemy and seemed like a friend. It was a very complicated relationship.

But to the young man, this Mr. Lu was a very important person, one whom he was close to and respected.

Lu Di looked at the young man in green shirt and clicked his tongue: "Peach plums spring breeze, a glass of wine, rivers and lakes night rain ten years of lights, this sentence is really appropriate, Xiao Qinglang, we haven't seen each other in ten years, right?"

Cao Qinglang first put away his umbrella and bowed in salute, then held the umbrella for Lu Ti and said with a smile: "I can often hear about Mr. Lu's deeds in the world."

The arena and battlefields of the past ten years have been truly turbulent and bloody.

This Mr. Lu has unified the demon sect, and several of his disciples are now either giants of the demonic world, mainstays of the border army outside the Great Wall, or legendary national masters who can control the wind and rain.

Then, not long ago, Mr. Lu officially made an appointment with the best person in the world to challenge the transcendent existence, the Immortal Yu Zhenyi, who was recognized as being as good as the demon Ding Ying.

Ten years can be said to be short or long.

There are actually many grievances and hatreds caused by this Mr. Lu in the world.

But Cao Qinglang just settled down to study and... practice silently, guarding this alley and that ancestral house.

Lu Ti waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to hold an umbrella for himself.

Cao Qinglang took a step away and held the umbrella alone without insisting.

There is never any need to be polite with this Mr. Lu.

The two of them walked together on the deserted street. Lu Tiao smiled and asked, "What are your plans?"

Cao Qinglang slightly raised the oil-paper umbrella, moved it back, and then looked up, "I want to go out and take a look and meet Mr. Chen."

Lu Ti smiled and said, "It's not easy. Reading alone won't do it. Even if you learn Master Zhong's boxing and the fragmentary formulas of the Xian family that he found for you, it's still not enough."

Cao Qinglang smiled and said: "There is a white jade capital in the book. The building is 48,000 feet high, and the immortal is holding the hibiscus on the railing."

Lu Tiao turned around and looked, "This silly look looks a lot like him."

Cao Qinglang finally showed some innocence consistent with his age, and said happily: "Is it really a bit similar?"

Lu Ti joked: "We are somewhat similar to him. Is it worth being so proud of? Do you know that if you were in my hometown and his, you would have quite extraordinary qualifications for cultivating Taoism. As for him, he has the talent of an earthly immortal. Well, to put it simply, according to common sense, his highest achievement in his life is only one or two steps higher than the current bullshit immortal Yu Zhenyi. You were young back then, and the Lotus Root Blessed Land at that time was not as good as it is now. The spiritual energy is getting longer and suitable for practice, so he would look too glorious if he left in a hurry, but it would be much more difficult now."

Cao Qinglang shook his head, stretched out his finger, and pointed to the highest point of the sky. The young man in green shirt was full of energy, "Mr. Chen, in my mind, is as high as the sky and beyond!"

Lu Ti laughed dumbly.

Okay, Chen Pingan, you can do it. I went to the Taoist Temple, and there was a little fool who admired you so much.

Lu Ti said seriously: "Do you know that even the ascension issue here in your hometown is still extremely risky?"

Cao Qinglang nodded, "So if one day in the future, I fail like the sages, and I have to trouble Mr. Lu to send me a message, just say, 'Cao Qinglang has lived a good life for so many years, but I miss you a little bit.' "

Lu Ti sighed, put away the folding fan with a crisp sound, and hit Cao Qinglang hard on the head, "If you can, tell him yourself!"

Cao Qinglang held an umbrella with one hand and touched his head with the other, and said helplessly: "This is not as good as you, sir."

The Skeleton Beach ferry docked at Changchun Palace and then took off.

The other party still didn't show up.

Chen Pingan is not in a hurry.

Still practicing boxing.

When the cross-continental ferry was about to leave the territory of Aquarius Continent, Chen Ping'an put away his fists and walked to open the door. On the other side of the corridor, a small and exquisite woman in palace clothes and a woman not wearing a dragon robe came forward. The young emperor, and a person Chen Pingan was more familiar with, the Mohist ranger, Xu Ruo with a horizontal sword behind him.

Chen Pingan opened the door and did not stand at the door to greet them. He pretended that he did not recognize the three of them.

Walking back into the room, Chen Ping'an stood at the table, but did not take the first seat.

After the three of them entered the room, the woman walked directly to the opposite side of the table, smiled and extended her hand, "Mr. Chen, please sit down."

Chen Pingan smiled.

The young man had a smile on his face, but said nothing. He turned slightly sideways and just looked straight at his peers who had wandered from Mud Bottle Alley to Luo Luo Mountain.

Xu Ruo laughed softly and said, "Chen Ping'an, long time no see."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Xu, long time no see."

The atmosphere in the small cabin can be described as eerie.

The woman covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, "What are we doing? Let's all sit down and talk. We are not members of our own family. Let's stop being polite."

However, when the four of them were seated, the atmosphere became solemn again.

Xu Ruo had already started to close his eyes and rest.

Song He, the new emperor of Great Li who now owns half of Aquarius Continent, was looking around at the cross-continent ferry. This was his first time boarding a ship. At first glance, it seemed a bit novel, but after a second look, it was just like that. .

The graceful woman who became the Empress Dowager of Da Li looked at the man in green shirt sitting opposite with a smile, and the first words she spoke were the hidden secrets, "During those years when my family Mu'er was in Mu Ping Lane, thanks to Chen Sir, I’m sorry."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's okay."

From the expression to the wording, everything was spotless. There was no disrespect at all, and absolutely no respect at all.

However, Chen Ping'an cursed in his heart: "Oh, your mother is so good."

The corners of Xu Ruo's mouth raised slightly, then he quickly wiped it away, and it disappeared in a flash without anyone noticing.