Sword of Coming

Chen Ping'an did not go to the top of the mountain where the Great Saint of Moving Mountains was located. Instead, he took a short detour and went to the Yangchang Palace where the Great Demon Catcher Immortal was located.

Although it is said to be a palace, it is actually no better than the dilapidated temple at the foot of Baojing Mountain. It is equivalent to the Sanjin Courtyard in Longquan County.

There were actually only two little spirits guarding the door, each holding a wooden gun and sitting on the steps chatting. One of them, a rat spirit, had a tattered paper book on his lap.

Chen Ping'an didn't care whether it was a blinding spell or not. The demon-catching immortal was probably still on the top of the Great Sage Mountain, discussing how to intercept and suppress him.

Then the two spirits saw an old man in a green shirt walking towards the door of his house.

One of the muscular rat spirits rubbed his eyes and sniffed, "Is he really alive? Am I dreaming?"

Another dwarf mouse elves hurriedly put away the books, also a little doubtful, and finally stood up suddenly, holding a wooden gun, and shouted angrily: "How dare you, who told you to break into my sheep intestine palace without permission? Tell me your name, and I will spare your life!" "

Chen Ping'an said hoarsely: "I was sent by the Summer Resort Queen of Peoluoshan Mountain to invite the Demon Catcher Immortal to the Guanghan Palace as a guest. Where is your Immortal? Hurry up, my Queen has just captured a scholar from Tongshi City."

The rat spirit at the door was drooling and ran over, "Seriously?"

The other mouse spirit looked suspicious, pointed at Chen Ping'an with the tip of his spear, and gave Chen Pingan two false pokes, "My ancestors said that the stinky summer queen likes to eat alone. Don't lie!"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "To be honest, my mother-in-law has something to ask for. She hopes that I can call the Demon Catcher Immortal to raid the formation and help deal with a young swordsman who is making noise on the top of the mountain."

The rat spirit who kept wiping his saliva whispered: "It must be the powerful swordsman that the ancestors talked about, and he has found the Summer Resort Queen. Peeling Mountain is already close to Tongguan Mountain, so she is not the first one to be troubled."

The rat spirit holding the wooden gun thought about it and nodded, "Okay, then you can go back to the Peeling Mountain. I will go to the palace to inform my ancestors and I will not delay your summer queen's request for help."

The other rat spirit was a little anxious and winked quickly.

Such a helpless man is always getting a little older, but as long as he gets into the pot, he is worried that he won't be cooked properly? Kill him, and then go to the Great Sage of Moving Mountain to tell the ancestors. Since the Huoshan Mountain is asking for help from our Yangchang Palace, it is just a messenger. Presumably, the summer queen will not dare to fart. . In this way, wouldn't we brothers be able to have a good meal?

The rat spirit didn't seem to understand, and poked Chen Ping'an with a wooden gun again, "Why don't you get out of here? You can see my ancestors whenever you want? Are you looking for death if you are deceived by lard?"

Chen Pingan noticed that the rat spirit was secretly winking at him, probably telling him to leave quickly.

The rat spirit next to him had quietly pulled out a sharpened pocket knife, hid it behind him, walked towards him, and said with a smile: "It doesn't hurt to meet our ancestors. Our Yangchang Palace has always been hospitable to guests."

Chen Ping'an just stared at the anxious eyes of the rat spirit in front of him, then stretched out a finger and flicked the rat spirit with the knife behind it, punching a bloody hole in its forehead, sending it flying backwards, killing him on the spot. , fell at the gate of Yangchang Palace.

The mouse spirit holding a wooden gun in front of him seemed a little confused, and then he turned around and ran away in horror.

But with a hand holding down his shoulder, the rat spirit didn't dare to move. His mind went blank. In his field of vision, his colleague fell in a pool of blood. He didn't know why, but he died like that.

The ancestor once said personally that it has the potential to become a great demon. The ancestor has always liked it more. He also said that in the future, when Yangchang Palace is expanded and a mansion no worse than Guanghan Palace is built, it will be handed over to it. It went to sit as an abbot, but the ancestors never liked him very much. He often rewarded him with food from banquets on other hills, and taught him a set of sword skills, while he often beat and scolded him.

Chen Pingan carried the rat spirit to the steps and sat down. He took out the yellowed book from its sleeve. It turned out to be a badly damaged literati's notebook. After opening it, it became even more interesting and there were some crooked notes. The narration was written with extremely fine charcoal pen. It can be seen that the writing was very serious, but it was still crawling like an earthworm. The narration texts are often short in number, with some childish questions and some flattering phrasing.

Chen Ping'an looked a little amused. After closing the book, he handed it back to the pale and trembling mouse spirit.

Chen Ping'an asked: "Do you know where the demon-catching immortal hides his treasure?"

After the mouse spirit stiffened his hands and feet and took the book, he said in a trembling voice: "I don't know... I won't tell you if I know... I won't tell you until I die."

Chen Pingan laughed dumbly, stretched out his hand, and a brand new book appeared in his hand, still smelling of ink, "Remember to hide it, it is best to dig a hole and bury it first, otherwise this great demon-catching immortal will be lucky to survive. If you return to this palace, you will die. Your ancestor has a bright nose, and even I almost discovered it before."

The mouse spirit was stunned.

Chen Pingan put the book in its hand, "Do you remember it?"

The mouse spirit nodded blankly.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Hurry up, hide the books, and then let me knock you out. Of course, you can hit the door and faint yourself. As for escaping, don't even think about it."

The mouse spirit threw away the wooden gun, dug up the soil somewhere, and hid the book.

Then he ran back to the steps of the gate, hesitated for a moment, and slammed his head against the gate. As a result, he fell to the ground with a bang and failed to faint. He turned around miserably and said: "This immortal master, it's you who should do it." , it’s actually better to get some blood.”

Chen Pingan flicked his sleeves and knocked him unconscious. Blood slowly flowed from his seven orifices, but he just looked miserable.

Chen Ping'an kicked open the door of Yangchang Palace, stepped straight across the threshold, and began to look for the place where the demon-catching immortal's treasure was hidden.

Yi pat raised the sword gourd and asked Chu Yi and Fifteen to help find clues.

Finally, under the incense table in the main hall of Yangchang Palace, he pried open the wooden board and found a secret passage. Compared with the spacious tunnel in Peking Mountain, it was really narrow and cramped. Chen Ping'an could only crawl into it and had to let the first year of junior high school pass. After clearing the way to the fifteenth hall, about a stick of incense later, they finally came to a dark cave where one person could stand. Chen Pingan lit a fire stick and found that there was only an iron box, crookedly covered with talisman papers and talismans. The paper is full of spiritual energy, so it should be that the demon-catching immortal will change it frequently, but I am not sure whether these restrictions are used to warn the owner, or if they are opened without authorization, they will be attacked by the talisman.

Chen Ping'an took a step back and let the first and fifteenth day of the new year take action, while he held his breath and concentrated to deal with the accident.

The two flying swords flew with lightning speed, circled around the iron box, and quickly split the yellow paper talismans, destroying their courage.

After a violent shaking of dissipated spiritual energy, there was nothing more strange. After Chen Pingan opened the iron box, he was speechless. It was not a magic weapon, let alone some fairy money, but a stack of books.

That's right, in this ghost valley, books are indeed rare.

Chen Pingan opened one of the ancient books, which was a book on war.

It seems that this great demon-catching fairy is the spirit who likes to study the art of war.

Chen Ping'an suddenly put his fingers together, and caught a centipede flying towards his door with lightning. It was black and shiny, and his fist shook it, killing it alive and throwing it aside.

After hesitating for a moment, he didn't have time to read through the items in the military book carefully, so he put them all into the objects within easy reach. After some more exploration, he made sure that there were no other treasure-hiding mechanisms, then he turned back the way he came and returned to Yangchang Palace.

This great demon-catching immortal is really a pauper.

Next, Chen Ping'an still did not go to the mountain where the Great Sage was moving, but went to Jixiao Mountain in the far north.

That is the territory of the Thunder God General.

This monster lives alone, unlike the Mountain-Moving Sage and the Black River King who like to recruit troops, but its ability to catch and kill opponents is the highest among the Six Sages.

Jixiao Mountain is surrounded by thunderclouds all year round, and lightning is constantly intertwined. Be it spirits or ghosts, they are innately afraid of thunder, so it is an extremely unpleasant place in the Ghost Valley. However, this monster did not know where it got a thunder method. The remaining scrolls were repaired to make it deaf in both ears and one of its eyes exploded. Finally, it was given some magical powers of thunder, and it went into battle to fight, breathing fire from its nose, blowing smoke from its mouth, raising its hands and feet, and thunder and lightning.

He is a monster with a tough body but good skills, and the thunder method has an innate ability to restrain the evil spirit monsters in the Ghost Valley, so this Thunder God General has an outstanding status among the Six Saints.

Jixiao Mountain has no mountain roads, almost no vegetation, and is lifeless.

The sea of ​​clouds wraps around halfway up the mountain, the lightning flashes, the thunder roars, and the scene higher up in Jixiao Mountain cannot be seen at all.

Chen Ping'an flew up and down the mountains and rocks.

Chen Pingan suddenly stopped and found that the treasure light on the other side of Diyong Mountain was brilliant and roaring continuously.

It seemed that a fierce and fierce battle took place.

That scholar has fallen into a den of thieves?

Chen Ping'an speeded up the climb.

After approaching the sea of ​​thunder and lightning clouds halfway up the mountain, there were streaks of lightning whipping out.

Chen Pingan punched them all away. After half a stick of incense, he scattered more than a hundred lightning bolts. Chen Pingan, whose arms were numb, suddenly had a clear vision.

High in the sky at the top of Jixiao Mountain, there is a thicker sea of ​​clouds. Golden electric lights are like pillars, leaning down to the top of the mountain. The huge thunder is shaking the eardrums.

Even Chen Pingan was a little dazed. After taking a deep breath, he continued climbing.

Approaching the top of the mountain, thunder and lightning were like a cage, making it impossible to get close, so Chen Pingan had no choice but to rise with his sword.

Stepping on the sword fairy, looking intently, at the top of Jixiao Mountain, there was actually a thunder pond as big as a small pond, with plasma as thick as water and rolling snowflakes.

There is a crooked stone tablet with six characters written on it: "Doushuyuan Sword Washing Pool", which are all ancient seal scripts from the "Authentic Book of Alchemy".

The stone tablet must not be a vulgar object, otherwise it would not be able to withstand the lightning strikes for so many years. It is only skewed, but not damaged at all, not even a crack.

Chen Pingan stopped with his sword.

It is clear that this thunder pond is a small fairyland that all Zongzitou immortals dream of.

But there was absolutely no way to start.

As for whether any treasures of heaven and earth will be bred in the thunder pond, there is no way to spy on it.

Chen Ping'an didn't even know what "Dou Shuyuan" was, and he didn't even have the slightest idea about the real secret decree of Lei Fa.

Just like the opportunity at Baojing Mountain, Yang Chongxuan could wait because he came prepared and waited. If it were Chen Ping'an guarding that mountain stream, waiting for thousands of years might be in vain.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the golden lightning above the thunder pool, weighed his physical toughness, and held it for a moment. He might be able to jump into the thunder pool, and he could do it with support, but he was afraid that it would be easier to get in than to come out. Once something was triggered, Due to the unknown restriction, the power of thunder and lightning suddenly increased, and the ending was unimaginable. Chen Ping'an's eyes moved upward. Can the Sword Immortal be allowed to disrupt the sea of ​​clouds and force Leichi to temporarily lose "reinforcements"?

The sword fairy at his feet was eager to try, trembling slightly and trembling slightly, as if he wanted to compete with the noisy lightning and thunder.

Chen Ping'an's face was full of confusion.

This thunder pool can exist on the top of Jixiao Mountain, and no one has moved it so far. It may not be possible for Puhuan or Jingguan City. After all, they are heroic spirits born from ghosts, not orthodox gods.

Outside, the monks at the top of Luzhou Mountain in Beiju were unable to pass the "Sword Washing Pond" under the nose of Guixi Valley.

As for whether the Pima Sect had any intentions towards Leichi or was powerless, God knows.

It should be noted that Jixiao Mountain is not far away from Qinglu Town.

Zhu Quan, the leader of Pima Sect, is not a great monk who would be afraid of Pu Chun and Jingguan City. If he can succeed, he should not be vague about his actions.

That is, there is a high possibility that the thunder pool cannot be moved.

Sword washing pool?

Can you temper your sword and sharpen its edge?

But neither the Sword Immortal nor Feijian, who was on the first or fifteenth day of the lunar month, seemed to be at all excited about Lei Chi, especially the first day of the lunar month, which was unusually quiet.

Chen Pingan sighed softly.

I hope that if Luopo Mountain really has a sect in the future, when the disciples go out to travel, whether they are Pei Qian, Cen Yuanji, or someone with a lower seniority, when they encounter these innate secret treasures and places of opportunity, they will not be like themselves. If you are helpless, you can rely on the collection of books and inheritance on many mountains, including Luopo Mountain, to know the world's affairs and seize as many opportunities as possible.

Chen Ping'an looked around and found that the Jixiao Mountain under the thunder pond was barren of vegetation and there were only a few stone cliffs that shone brightly and were dotted with stars under the lightning.

Chen Pingan fell down, and the sword fairy returned to its sheath.

Chen Ping'an came to a stone cliff and found a slender golden vein as long as an arm. He stretched out his fingers and touched it. It not only hurt his bones, but also caused his soul to tremble.

Chen Ping'an was greatly surprised. He pulled out the Sword Immortal and began to cut and dig out the "vein" from the stone cliff. Finally, the golden thread lay quietly in the recess of the stone cliff, like a golden bamboo whip, with something inside. The golden light flows erratically.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to hold the golden bamboo whip, his palms burning like charcoal. After a moment, Chen Pingan let go, his head was covered with sweat and he was a little dizzy.

Chen Pingan wiped the sweat from his forehead, quickly twisted it up with his fingers, and put it into something close at hand.

Then he raised his sword into the sky, looking for the next "bamboo whip" that contained the true meaning of thunder.

I walked around the top of Jixiao Mountain and found only a scene of golden light flowing everywhere. It fell again and again, like a diligent old farmer digging out large and small bamboo whips. The smallest one was no more than the length of a finger. The longest part is more than half a person's height. If it can be refined, it can be made into a hiking pole.

Chen Ping'an swam around with his sword again, and after confirming that there was no more golden light or thread, he quickly dropped his sword downwards, passed through the sea of ​​clouds, scattered the streaks of thunder and lightning that came randomly, and successfully fell down. Xiaoshan.

Chen Pingan put away the sword fairy and sheathed it, looked up, and felt a little regretful when he thought of the thunder pool, but he also felt a little happy when he thought of the five golden thunder whips nearby.

Worrying about gains and losses?

Chen Pingan shook his head and said silently: "Did you forget? It shouldn't be yours, so don't think too much about it."

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked towards Diyong Mountain. There was even more movement, and the radiance of magic weapons was constantly blooming in the sky.

In the dark, there seemed to be a voice echoing in my heart.

kill him.

This voice has no sadness or joy, no distinction between good and evil.

But it made Chen Ping'an feel extremely shocked and frightened.

Chen Ping'an was extremely certain that he was the scholar.

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes for a moment. After opening them, his eyes had returned to clarity, and he hurried towards Diyong Mountain without any hesitation.

Either kill or save.

Better than running away.

This was the third time that I heard my own heartbeat coming from nowhere.

The first time was when I was young, after going down the mountain, returning to Mud Bottle Lane, and rolling on the ground.

That time it was also three words, and the heart beat like thunder, like a drum beating, and the man of God shouted angrily.

Can't die.

The boundary of Baojing Mountain.

A young man in shabby clothes, high-spirited.

Because he was accompanied by a goddess who came out of the Tianguan Tu of the Mural City.

Such a superior fairy woman did not even walk side by side with him, but was always a little behind him.

Abide by the distinction between superiority and inferiority!

She is the goddess of rain!

Not only that, she also told him that her name was Shushi and she had no surname. Within Jiazi, everyone will do their best to help him practice and climb higher.

Young men like the feeling of being watched by everyone. After walking out of the Mural City, until the Rain Goddess told him that there was an opportunity for him in the Ghost Valley, everyone was looking at him and looking up to him after passing the archway.

Finally, he was no longer the poor guy who had a blood feud but complained that heaven and earth should not respond and that earth and earth were not working.

He even suddenly felt that his hatred was no longer so heavy after having the Rain Goddess follow and serve him.

The goddess who calls herself Shu Shi told herself that her current cultivation level and combat strength are equivalent to the golden elixir of a Qi practitioner, but when it comes to defense and life-saving, she can be regarded as the Nascent Soul realm.

This gave him great confidence, so even if she told him clearly that the fate of Baojing Mountain was unpredictable, he did not hesitate at all, whether it would be a good time or not, now my fate is up to me!

He asked her questions and answers along the way, and she talked about everything he knew.

Only on this matter who was the young woman standing under the mural, the goddess remained silent.

After approaching Baojing Mountain, the Rain Goddess suddenly stopped, with a solemn look on her face, raised her head to look at the mountainside, and slowly told him in her heart, "This opportunity may not be a good one. Jiang Qujiang, I hope you will consider it carefully."

A flash of surprise flashed across the young man's face, but soon his eyes became firm and he gritted his teeth and said: "God owes me so much, so it's time to pay me some interest!"

Deep in her heart, the goddess sighed slightly.

When they passed by the dilapidated pavilion and temple, the old fox from Xishan appeared again holding a cane.

The old fox simply ignored the young man with similar virtues to Beggar Yang and glared at the erratic goddess. Is there anyone in the world who could compete with the beauty of his own daughter? Why don't you die? This woman quickly rolled to the Juhun Stream halfway up the mountain, fell headfirst into the water, and fell dead!

The old fox from Xishan suddenly noticed a detail, smiled at her and asked: "Fairy, are you and your young master going up the mountain?"

The Rain Goddess was very aware of the old fox's tricks.

Jiang Qujiang smiled slightly.