Sword of Coming

Du Yu only felt that his scalp was numb, and he tried to force himself to use the little courage he had left, but his courage was like a person's strength to climb a mountain. As he reached the "top of the mountain", it was almost gone, and he timidly said: "Senior, With you like this, I'm a little... afraid of you."

Chen Pingan held the jade bamboo folding fan presented by Cui Dongshan and twisted it with his fingers. The bamboo fan opened and closed slightly, and the crisp sound sounded again and again. He smiled and said: "You, Du Yu, have saved my life, what are you afraid of?" Aren’t you supposed to be thinking about how to reward your merits now? Why are you still worried about being settled by my queen? Your shabby affairs have already happened at the Shuixian Temple in Shaoxiqu, so I don’t plan to argue with you anymore.”

Chen Ping'an was wearing the golden robe that he had not worn for many years. The spring grass robe that he wore had been completely destroyed. No matter how much money you spent on the gods, it couldn't be repaired, so he collected the things nearby. Put them together with the worn-out straw sandals and empty wine bottles. The previous battle was so dangerous that it was so simple that he had no time to change into the golden wine on his body, and he couldn't do anything in the blink of an eye. So I can only rely on Roshan's physical strength to resist the tribulation of the sea of ​​clouds, which is probably equivalent to soaking in the small thunder pond of Jixiao Mountain for several days and nights?

Du Yu gritted his teeth and said with a mournful face: "Senior, when you go out this time, are you going to slaughter all the ungrateful people in the city?"

Chen Ping'an looked sideways at Du Yu, "Are you stupid, or am I crazy? Then why should I carry this calamity?"

Du Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "That's good. Senior, please don't get angry with those ignorant people. It's not worth it."

He was really afraid that one wave would come after another, and that he would not be the only one to suffer a violent death. It would definitely affect his parents and the entire Ghost Ax Palace. Fan Weiran's old lady was so desperate that she took out her anger on him, but now it's hard to say, maybe even Ye Han from Huangyue City is eyeing him.

There are some things that I didn’t think much about in the past, but now that I’m wandering around the gates of hell and jumping on the road to hell, I think about them again and again.

Especially staying in the ghost house these days, helping my seniors clean the courtyard of the house, carrying buckets and rags, and doing servant jobs that I have never done since I was a mother, it feels like a lifetime ago.

Chen Ping'an pinned the folding fan to his waist, looked over the wall, and said: "Doing good or doing evil is all one's own business. There is nothing to be disappointed about."

Du Yu nodded vigorously and said: "A gentleman shows kindness without seeking repayment, which is the style of his predecessors!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Just pull him down and stop saying such flattery in the future. You, Du Yu, are too low-minded. It is difficult for the speaker and boring for the listener. I have tolerated you for a long time."

Du Yu smiled awkwardly.

Chen Pingan took off the sword gourd and placed it on the bamboo chair. He stepped on the sword fairy on the ground with his toes, and it bounced up slightly. He held it in his hand, "You stay here, I'll go out."

Du Yu naturally did not dare to question his senior's decision and asked cautiously: "When will senior return to the house?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It shouldn't take much time to go to the county governor's office a few steps away, and then to Cangjun Lake or Black Glaze Mountain."

Du Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Pingan walked out of the haunted house.

Du Yu faced the vermilion wine pot, clasped his hands, bent down and prayed: "Thank you, uncle of the wine pot, take care of the little one."

When the door of the ghost house opened, the banished immortal in white clothes really appeared.

The people of Suijia City, no matter men, women, old or young, who were originally noisy and noisy, many hundreds of people dispersed in a hurry. Most of the people in the crowd were wealthy families who thought they had suffered unreasonable disasters and suffered heavy losses. The servants and servants sent here by the family owners to beg for money, as well as the gangsters who came from all over the city to join in the fun, there were many others who wanted to A young man who wants to see what a swordsman is like.

Although everyone said that this foreign swordsman was very good-tempered and extremely rich, and he was seriously injured and had to stay in Suijia City to recuperate for a long time. He had been hiding in the ghost house for such a long time without daring to show up, which has been proved this point. But God knows if the other party will catch someone on the street after leaving the haunted house? After all, he is a swordsman from Shilaozi. He is so skinny that a camel is bigger than a horse, so he should be careful.

There just happened to be a group of young and strong men rushing over pushing a dung cart, laughing. They were originally feeling proud of their heroic move, enjoying the thumbs up and loud cheers from those nearby, and pushed up When the dung truck came, he worked even harder and was only twenty or thirty steps away from the haunted house that no one dared to live in. As a result, the immortal in white clothes holding a long sword just opened the door and walked out, and looked directly at them.

The three young men, who had been idle in Suijia City all year round, were suddenly stunned and couldn't move their legs.

Not only that, but there was another person who walked out from the corner of the street and walked against the current. She was a pretty woman wearing plain clothes, and she was holding a swaddled baby in her arms. It was cold in spring, The weather was particularly freezing. The child didn't cry, either because she was sleeping soundly or because of frostbite. Her face was full of sorrow, and her steps were getting faster and faster. She actually passed the dung truck and the young man, and fell to her knees with a plop. On the street, I raised my head and cried to the young man in white: "Master Immortal, my man was killed by the collapsed house. How can I, a woman, survive in the future? I beg Master Immortal to have mercy and save us. Girls, go ahead!”

The woman cried so hard that she seemed about to faint from crying.

The people hiding in the far side of the street began to point and point. Someone whispered to the side, saying that it seemed that the woman over there in Ya'er Lane was indeed the bride who got married in the spring of last year.

Poor man.

Chen Ping'an squatted down and said, "It's such a cold weather and such a small child. How can you, a mother, be willing to bear it? Shouldn't you leave it to the neighbors you know well and come to me to complain about your grievances? Well, that's right. I won’t be able to survive anyway, so why do I care about this?”

The woman was stunned for a moment. She seemed to have never thought that the young swordsman would use such words. She was a little confused for a moment.

Then the young man smiled and said, "I see that the way you hold the baby is a bit unfamiliar. Is this your first baby?"

The woman suddenly started wailing without saying anything.

Chen Pingan put his hands in his sleeves and said slowly: "Wait a moment, as long as I ignore you and pass you by, you have to raise the child in your hand high and tell me, if I don't save you, you He is no longer alive, and he can't survive anyway. Instead of making this poor child suffer all his life, it is better to fall to death on the street and let him be reborn in a good child in his next life. In this life, his parents can't forgive him and meet him. A hard-hearted god, and then you hit him head-on and died, asking for a family reunion underground? Or, what I said is already more than what others have taught you?"

The woman was just grief-stricken and wailed endlessly, making people cry when they heard her and sad when they saw her.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the street man in the distance who revealed the woman's identity, and smiled slightly. The latter's expression changed slightly, and he left quickly, disappearing into the alley.

The person escaping in a hurry, the woman sitting on the ground crying in front of him, the assassin hiding in the dung bucket waiting for an opportunity.

They should all be little schemes planned by the other party behind the scenes that even I don't think will work, just to disgust people?

Chen Ping'an found it interesting.

Marquis Yin of Cangjun Lake definitely doesn't have the courage for the time being, and Fan Weiran of Baodong Wonderland doesn't have the guts. That Ye Han of Huangyue City who has never been seen before? Or is it the young man named He Lu who is under the guise of a subordinate official in Suijia City? Anyway, the Qi practitioner, the market woman and the martial artist may not know who sent them to die. Naturally, they all have their own reasons and arrangements for why they came here to die.

How to do it?

Because Chen Pingan felt that he was really disgusted.

The woman's eyes flashed.

The figure of the young immortal in white was actually missing.

The woman gritted her teeth and stood up. Sure enough, she held the infant child high and was about to throw it to the ground. Before that, she turned her head to look at the street and cried with all her strength: "This sword fairy is a nobody." You are so heartless, you have killed my man, and you have no conscience at all! Now my mother and I have both died today, and the whole family of three has become a ghost, and they will not let him go!"

The woman threw the child hard into the street, hoping that it would not fall to death, which would be a big trouble, so she tried her best.

All his life's glory and wealth are in this moment.

Anyway, the child is not hers. God knows where the strange man got it from. As for the man who died not long ago, he disappeared inexplicably. He was really the man she married because she was blind, but he was the kind of man who couldn't control her. He is a scoundrel who can't control his crotch. He is a gambler and a lustful person. He has ruined all his wealth. As a result, he has never had a good life after he passed away. He will die early and die early. He killed his child and all he had to do was hit him head on. Kowtow to the wall, just to scare people with bleeding, and then pretend to be faint, but you don’t have to die. Then with the big bag of gold and silver that you got before, plus another bag after the deal is done, you can find any man to marry in the future. Okay, how difficult is it to be a rich lady wearing gold and silver?

After smashing out the child, the woman became a little exhausted and collapsed on the ground.

Then her eyes suddenly opened wide.

I saw the white-clothed immortal squatting in front of me again at some point, and supporting the infant child with one hand.

Chen Pingan stood up, picked up the child, and used his fingers to open a corner of the swaddling cotton. He moved gently and touched the baby's little hand. Fortunately, the child was just a little frozen. The other party probably felt that there was no need to deal with a child who was bound to die. Hands and feet on the body. Sure enough, those monks only have this little brain. It is not easy to be a good person, but is it also difficult to be a bad person who simply makes your stomach rotten?

Chen Pingan twitched the corner of his mouth, but when he looked at the child in his arms, his eyes naturally became gentle, and with skillful movements, he wrapped the child slightly tightly in the swaddling cotton cloth, and evenly distributed the heat from his palms to warm the swaddling body. Help withstand the freezing spring cold.

There is no child in the world who is destined to suffer disaster.

Chen Ping'an tiptoed, and his body swept backwards, like a white rainbow hanging sideways, as he returned to the haunted house.

Du Yu probably felt uneasy in his heart. Naturally, he didn't dare to sit on the chair where the sword gourds were kept, so he moved the small bench to the side of the bamboo chair and sat there without moving. Of course, he didn't forget to put on his clothes. Get on the god-man Chenglu armor.

Du Yu saw the senior who had left and returned. In his arms was...another infant child? Senior, what are you doing? I said before that I was walking at night. With good luck, I picked up my God-man Chenglu Armor and Refining Demon Pill on the roadside. He, Du Yu, could even say that he believed it without conscience, but as soon as he went out, he Du Yu was really dumbfounded when he came back after picking up a child.

Chen Pingan carefully handed the child to Du Yu. Du Yu stretched out his hand blankly as if he had been struck by lightning.

Chen Ping'an frowned and said: "Remove the manna armor!"

Du Yu was startled, and quickly removed the nectar armor and put it into his sleeve together with the demon refining pill he had always held in his hand.

He took the infant child stiffly, feeling exhausted all over. Seeing the look of disgust on his senior's face, Du Yu felt like crying but had no tears left. "Senior, I am young and have little experience in the world. I am not as good at everything as you, senior." Everyone knows everything.

Chen Ping'an warned: "I will come back soon. The child is immature and has suffered some cold. Please pay more attention to the child's breathing. When you emit spiritual energy to nourish the child's body, you must pay attention to the sense of propriety. If there is any problem, leave the haunted house. When the time comes, just take the sword-raising gourd and go find an experienced apothecary."

Du Yu's chicken pecks at the rice.

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, then twisted his wrist, and the remaining walnut appeared in the palm of his hand, "After smashing it out, the power is equivalent to a full-strength blow of an Earth Immortal monk. No door-opening techniques are needed. A Qi practitioner can use it. Even if you are physically weak in the lower five realms, it will just vomit a few mouthfuls of blood and use up your spiritual energy savings. There will not be much sequelae. What's more, you are at the peak of the Dongfu realm and a military monk. If something happens, don't worry about using it. "

Du Yu was still holding the child, so he had to turn sideways, bend his back, reach out slightly, and grab the priceless fairy treasure.

Du Yu was determined.

It's rare for a senior to be so nagging.

But for some reason, the senior now seems a little familiar again.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, no longer holding the sword fairy, and hung it behind his back again, "You are still addicted to playing, aren't you?"

Du Yu lamented, the familiar feeling disappeared again.

Tell yourself silently, just think that this is the good intention of the senior to help you Du Yu sharpen his state of mind.

The senior has disappeared.

There are no ripples of spiritual energy and no breeze.

It seems to be in harmony with heaven and earth.

Du Yu held the child in his arms and shook it gently, not daring to move too much for fear of waking up the child. I have never been so gentle to those Jianghu heroines in my whole life. Du Yu looked down and said with emotion: "Little baby, you are so lucky."

In a quiet and deserted narrow alley.

The man leaned his back against the wall and swallowed. He didn't seem to be chasing him?

It’s really a hot job to earn that little summer money.

Although the Immortal Genealogy Master with whom he was in contact didn't look like he could get the Xiaoshu Money, he couldn't fake the Immortal Money. If he didn't take it, he would die. If he didn't take it, what else could he do? He found a subordinate official from the city who was accompanying him, and gave him a bag of silver in a similar way. If he didn't take it, he would die. The subordinate official was not stupid at all, so he helped him find a couple like this in Ya'er Lane. These today.

The Shanze Yexiu took out the Xiaoshu coin, smiled, and whispered, Immortal Genealogy Master really doesn't treat money as money, and I hope to buy another dozen.

Someone next to my ear smiled and said: "You are not bad, you don't take human life as your life."

The man turned his head stiffly and saw the banished immortal in white who was holding a folding fan. He was standing a few steps away and he didn't even realize it.

The man said in a trembling voice: "The Great Sword Immortal is neither powerful nor powerful. I am forced by the situation and have to do this as a last resort. The Immortal Master Meng Liangfeng who taught me how to do things thinks that doing this kind of thing is dirty to him." Hands, in fact, I care less about the lives of ordinary people than wild cultivators like me."

The man forced a smile and said, "This Great Sword Immortal, you don't know that the Ya'er Lane woman is born with a heart of snakes and scorpions, and her man is even more of a damned piece of shit. People like this in the market have to suffer from poor qualifications. You can only wallow in the mud, or else you will be regarded as a cultivator and do bad things, which is called a masterpiece."

The white-clothed swordsman smiled and said: "Don't ask about your heart, just look at things. Otherwise, how many people can survive in the world? What do you think?"

The man nodded and said: "Yes, yes, Master Sword Immortal is right."

Then he heard the foreign swordsman who could withstand even the catastrophe without dying ask himself in a slightly surprised tone, "A little Immortal Master from Meng Liang Feng killed a few people in the market, and he still felt that his hands were dirty." , then do you think I, as a swordsman, will kill you with dirty hands? If not, the woman on the street seeking wealth, the gangster pushing a dung cart for fun, and the assassin hiding in the dung bucket and eating shit, Why don’t I kill?”

The man held up the small summer coin with both hands, bent down deeply, raised his hands high, and said with a flattering smile: "Since Master Sword Immortal feels that his hands are dirty, he is compassionate and just let the villain go. Don't get dirty." The Sword Immortal’s magical weapon, a rotten maggot and bedbug like me, how can I be worthy of the Sword Immortal’s sword?”

"There are thousands of immortal magic techniques on the mountain. Do you need a sword?"

After hearing this sentence, the man was sweating profusely and did not dare to say another word.

"Now, you feel that I am a bad person with the same virtue as you, so you are afraid?"

The banished immortal closed the folding fan in his hand, tapped his head gently, and said with a lazy expression, "The evil people are silent in front of their eyes, but the good people stab their spines behind their backs. It's you who are the dull gourd, and you are the same ones who are happy and happy. It's strange, but it's also wonderful."

It's not that the man doesn't want to escape, it's that his hands and feet are completely out of control.

The man said: "Here, let you shout at the top of your lungs, 'The Sword Immortal has killed someone.' If your shouting is heard throughout the city, I can spare your life."

The man shook his head vigorously, gritted his teeth, and said with a cry: "I don't dare, I will never dare to insult Master Sword Immortal!"

The man said oh, then you will be in trouble. Without waiting for the wild cultivator to say anything, he gently patted the wild cultivator on the head with his folding fan, then waved his sleeves casually, holding the three souls and seven souls in the palm of his hand. , slowly consume it with Gang Qi.

If all good people can only comfort their sufferings by saying that evil people will suffer hardships for themselves, then the world is really not a good place.

As for the Xiaoshu coin, it fell next to the body and finally rolled into the gap.

Dressed in white, he slowly walked out of the alley.

After a moment, a golden sword light rose from the ground, and the white-clothed immortal with his sword left Suijia City and headed straight for Cangjun Lake.

From the ghost house in the city, there was a faint green flying sword, following it.