Sword of Coming

While wandering along the way, they passed through Peach Branch Country but did not visit Qingqing Mansion. The little girl in black was a little unhappy. After bypassing the legendary Golden Crow Palace where swords were often swishing, the little girl felt better again.

The little girl's mood is like the clouds in the sky.

On this day, at a small Xianjia ferry where everything is new, I can finally take a ferry to Chunlu Garden! It's been an easy journey, but exhausting.

The little girl in black stood in the big bamboo box, her eyes widened. She almost felt sore from seeing it. Unfortunately, the two parties had agreed in advance that when they got to the place where the monks gathered, she had to stand in the box and behave like a little mute. , there was actually nothing in the big bamboo box, just a broken sword that he had never taken out of its sheath, so she kicked it a few times secretly, but every time she wanted to squat down, pull out its sheath and take a look, that person He wanted to ask her not to do this, and also threatened her, saying that the sword has been holding you back for a long time, and if he takes it any further, he won't care.

This made her feel a little frustrated for a long time. Then she raised a hand, hesitated for a long time, and hit the guy on the back of the head with a chestnut. Then she started to hold the bamboo box with both hands, dozing off deliberately, and fell asleep. The scholar didn't pay attention at first, and was busy bargaining with the shopkeeper in a shop to buy a set of ancient tablet rubbings. Later, the little girl thought it was quite fun, rolled up her sleeves, and just banged the chestnut, and the scholar in white After walking out of the shop, he spent ten pieces of snow to buy the set of thirty-two tablet rubbings. Without turning around, he asked, "Isn't it over yet?"

The little girl in black froze one arm in the air, then gently patted the scholar's shoulder, "Okay, now you are spotless and look more like a scholar. The surnamed Chen is really not what I said about you, you It’s really hard to understand the style of the elm. That big boat is blocked on the river. There are so many high-ranking women and good family girls on it. They look at you and want to eat you. Why don’t you board the boat and have tea and wine? ?They’re not really cannibals.”

Chen Pingan changed the subject and said: "You hit me sixteen times, I will record it in the ledger, and every time you hit me, you will pay for it."

The little girl crossed her chest with her hands, stood on tiptoes in the book box, and sneered: "Penny coins, drizzle!"

Chen Ping'an took her on the ferry.

Carrying such an elf on his back is still a bit eye-catching.

However, the people who came here looked at him with contempt and ridicule. When he was away from home, a Taoist who could use a mountain king as a mount to cross mountains and ride a dragon into water and cross rivers and oceans was a great hero and a true immortal.

Chen Ping'an thinks it's pretty good.

During the Grain Rain season, it is often clear and rainy during the day and rainy at night. The rain produces hundreds of grains, and everything in the world is pure and clear. It is actually suitable for hiking to enjoy the mountains and rivers along the way.

But Chen Ping'an still hopes to catch up with the end of the Chunlu Pu gathering. As a baggage owner, he can't always be idle.

The little girl in black was still reluctant, "It's okay to go up to the boat and have tea. I saw it clearly on the shore. There were two young women in gorgeous dresses. They looked really good. These were red-sleeved women. It’s a good thing to add fragrance.”

Chen Pingan chuckled softly and said: "If you are a man, I guess if you stay at the Mute Lake for a long time, sooner or later you will take advantage of it and cause trouble for us. If you are caught by me at that time, Qingqing Mansion will arrest you as a prisoner." He Po, maybe kidnapped by the Golden Crow Palace to be a maid, I will not take action, I will only clap and applaud from the side."

The little girl in black was so angry that she punched the guy on the shoulder who spoke so freely, "Nonsense, I am a big water monster, but I never harm anyone! I don't even scare people!"

Chen Ping'an didn't take it seriously, "Another snow dollar."

The little girl was about to punch the man on the back of the head, but she never thought that the man said: "If you hit the head, give it a small summer coin."

The little girl weighed her family's financial resources and found that there wasn't much left of the Grain Rain coin that was supposed to be used to redeem her life.

No wonder those Jianghu people who pass by Dumb Lake often say that money is a hero's courage.

She frowned and thought for a while, "Chen, can you lend me a Grain Rain coin? I'm short of money right now and can't beat you a few times."

Chen Ping'an simply ignored her and just asked, "Do you know why I wanted to buy a jar of pickled vegetables in that county before?"

The little girl wondered: "How do I know what you are thinking? Did you finish eating the pickles along the way? I don't eat much either. You are so stingy. Every time you pick up a small amount of chopsticks, you just take it." Look at me."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I heard that pickled fish with pickled cabbage is delicious."

The little girl felt that she was really smart and understood immediately. She was about to cry and squatted in the bamboo box silently wiping her tears. She was smart and had a hard life.

But when she got to the bottom room of the ferry, after the guy put down the bamboo box, she jumped away, put her hands behind her back, looked disgusted, and said: "Shabby!"

Chen Pingan picked up his bamboo hat. There was tea on the table. It was said to be the local specialty of Dukou, Baocun Tea. It could not be drunk elsewhere, so he poured a cup. After drinking it, his spiritual energy was almost gone, but it was indeed sweet and refreshing. Legend has it that before the ferry was built, there was a hermit who resigned from office and wanted to build a summer residence. He cut down bamboo in the mountains and found a small pool. Later, many people came here in admiration, including Taoist monks who often sang poems with the literary giant. They discovered that this pool was full of spiritual energy, but they were all detained near the top of a hill. Only then did a Xianjia Ferry emerge, which was actually far away from the ferry. The master's sect's ancestral hall is quite far away.

Chen Ping'an started to walk six steps with his hands on the sword furnace. The little girl sat on the chair, shook her legs, and said gloomily: "I want to eat the turtle paste from the shop on the corner of Dukou. It was cold and bitter. At that time, I could only stand. Inside the bamboo box, I felt dizzy from the bumps and couldn't taste the real taste. It's not my fault that you like to wander around. I looked here and there. I didn't buy a few things and walked a lot. Come on, please give me a portion of Guiling Jeal. .”

Chen Ping's arrangement turned a deaf ear.

The little girl was actually bored and chatted casually.

But when the scholar in white started walking back and forth again, she knew that she could only continue to be bored alone.

She jumped off the chair, dragged it all the way to the window, stood up, and crossed her arms across her chest. The ferry has two floors, and the guy is stingy and doesn't want to live upstairs with a better view, so outside this room, people often pass by on the boat deck, and there are still people in twos and threes staying on the railing. She was upset that among so many people, no one knew that she was the big water monster in Mute Lake.

The ferry slowly lifted into the sky. She was swaying, and she was in a good mood. She turned around and said to the man: "It's soaring, it's soaring. Look, the shops on the other side of the ferry have become smaller! Rice grains are so small!"

This is the first time in my life that I have taken a ride on the Xianjia Ferry. I wonder if the sea of ​​clouds in the sky is edible. I have been wondering after staying under the water of Yaba Lake for so many years.

The man was just walking back and forth in the room.

There were many people on the other side of the ferry railing, chatting about many interesting things that had happened recently. As soon as Baoxiangguo and Huangfeng Valley were mentioned, the little girl immediately pricked up her ears and paid special attention, not wanting to miss a word.

Some people say that the Huangpao ancestor of Huangfeng Valley actually died, but he was not killed by the young uncle of the palace master of the Golden Crow Palace with a sword. It seems that the Huangpao ancestor was seriously injured because of this, and then was killed by a passerby from Baoxiang Kingdom. The eminent monk surrendered, but for some unknown reason, the old monk did not admit the matter, nor did he reveal more.

The little girl was so angry that she shook her head and scratched her head with both hands. If the white-clothed scholar named Chen hadn't told her not to open her mouth to outsiders, she would have grinned as big as a dustpan!

She really wanted to shout loudly outside the window, that Huangpao ancestor was killed by the two of us!

The little girl turned her head in embarrassment and lowered her voice, "I can reveal my true form and chop off a few kilograms of meat myself. You can use it to make boiled fish. Then can you let me talk to those people?" , I won’t say that you killed the Yellow Robe Ancestor, I will only say that I am the big water monster of Mute Lake and witnessed that battle with my own eyes.”

The man was unkind, "Why are you so anxious? In the future, when someone finishes writing a fantasy novel or a landscape travelogue, and has it printed and published, they will naturally know about it. It doesn't matter if you just punched the Yellow Robe Patriarch to death." "

The little girl thought about it for a while, but her eyes were still full of resentment, but it just seemed to make sense.

Fortunately, the man still had some conscience, "The room on the first floor of the ferry does not come with the mountain newspaper. You can go and buy a copy. If there is one that has not been sold before, you can also buy it, but if it is too expensive, forget it. .”

The little girl said oh, as long as she could walk a few more steps outside the ferry, it would be fine. She jumped off the chair, untied the package, and took out a bag filled with brilliant golden glow. The man had already closed it with a flick of his sleeves. He opened the window and threw out a turtle and camel tablet talisman and stuck it on the window. Not surprised, the little girl took out a handful of snow coins from the small bag. After thinking for a moment, she picked out a small summer coin from the bag. In the process, the bag jingled. In addition to the fairy coins, it was also filled with random things. The small items, such as the string of snow-white bells that she gave away as gifts, are all treasures she has accumulated over the years. Then she put the bag back into the package and just put it on the table casually. When she went out, she reminded: " We need to be more sophisticated when traveling in the world, and don’t let the robbers steal our belongings, otherwise you can drink the northwest wind!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Hey, I'm so generous today. I'm willing to pay for it myself."

The little girl in black walked to the door and raised her eyebrows, then turned around and said, "If you keep telling me in such a roundabout way, we will split the money for buying the residence report in half!"

Sure enough, the man shut up immediately.

The little girl in black sighed and said in an old-fashioned way: "How can you please those fairies on the mountain by walking around like this?"

Chen Ping'an kept walking and said with a smile: "Old rules, don't mess around. Buy the newspaper and come back immediately."

After about a stick of incense, the little girl opened the door, came back in a big way, slapped the pile of newspapers on the table, and then when the man walked with his back to her, he quickly grinned, and then smiled slightly. She moved, swallowed, and when the man turned around, she immediately crossed her arms across her chest and sat upright on the chair.

Chen Pingan stopped his boxing, took out his folding fan, sat at the table, and glanced at her, "Is it too expensive?"

She sneered and said: "Am I that kind of idiot? There are so many precious newspapers on the mountain. The original price is two Xiaoshu coins, but I only spent one Xiaoshu coin! Who am I, the big water monster of Dumb Lake? Have you seen it? As a businessman, I can cut the price with a knife and make the other party feel heartbroken."

Chen Ping'an felt helpless and looked through the Di newspapers. Some of them were from the year before last. If based on the normal market price, the total price would indeed cost a small sum of money. However, Di newspapers, like seasonal fruits and vegetables, are often expired and invalid. There are so many Di newspapers. There are a lot of them, but in fact they are not even worth half a Xiaoshu. These are nothing, business is business, as long as you agree with me, there is no business in the world that only I should make. But some things, since they are no longer business, should not be so easy to talk about.

The little girl in front of me is actually very good.

She is indeed one-minded and silly, but there is something about her that cannot be bought for money. Just like the young escort with chapped lips and bleeding, Chen Ping'an could quench his thirst even if he didn't take the water bag handed out to him while sitting on horseback.

The little girl was being bullied outside. She seemed to think that was what happened outside. Before staggering back and opening the door, she hid far away at the end of the corridor, squatting at the base of the wall for a long time before she recovered, and then walked out When you get into the house, you will feel that there is... a familiar swordsman next to you, so it must be like this.

Maybe she thinks this is her world? One of the stories in the future book that I have accumulated in the world. Some of them must be written in the book. Some embarrassing things are trivial and don't need to be written.

Chen Pingan leaned back on the chair, holding a folding fan and gently fanning the breeze. "If it hurts, just scream a few times. I'm not the scholar who helps you write stories. What are you afraid of?"

The little girl in black suddenly lost her face, with snot and tears all over her face, but she didn't forget to turn her head quickly and swallow a mouthful of blood.

Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "What exactly is going on?"

The little girl raised her hands, wiped her face randomly, lowered her head and said nothing.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Why, I'm afraid I'll tell you. I thought I finally had the chance to leave the bamboo box today and go out for a short trip alone. I got into trouble, so I won't have the chance in the future."

In fact, after going through so many mountains and rivers together, she has never caused any trouble.

She just opened her eyes wide, full of curiosity and longing for the vast world outside Huangfeng Valley and Mute Lake.

The little girl in black nodded slightly, looking sickly.

Chen Ping'an closed his folding fan and said with a smile: "Tell me about it. Along the way, you have seen so many of my jokes, you should make me laugh, right? This is called reciprocity."

The little girl lay on the table, tilted her head against the table, stretched out a finger, and gently wiped the table. She had no knots in her heart, no resentment, just some sadness the size of a grain of rice, and said softly: "I don't want to say it. , it’s not a big deal. I’ve seen many big water monsters living and dying, and I’ve seen many people die near Dumb Lake. I didn’t even dare to save them. The Yellow Robe Ancestor is very powerful. As soon as I go out, I couldn't save anyone, and I would die myself, so I could only secretly collect some corpses. Some would be moved away in tears, and some would just be left in the wind and sand. It was very pitiful. I'm not afraid of death. I’m just afraid that no one will remember me, there are so many people in the world, but no one knows me yet.”

Chen Ping'an leaned forward and lightly hit the little girl on the head with his folding fan, "If you don't say anything, I won't listen to what you say later."

The little girl sat up straight, let out a laugh, shook her head left and right, and said with a happy smile: "If you don't tell me, I won't tell you."

Then she saw the scholar in white tilting his head, holding a folding fan against his head, and said with a smile: "Do you know that many times, if parents don't teach, teachers don't teach, and masters don't teach, they should let the world go. To teach them how to behave?"

The little girl began to wrinkle her little face and light eyebrows again. What was he saying? She didn't understand. But if she let him know that she didn't understand, it didn't seem good, so how about pretending that she understood? But it's a bit difficult to pretend, just like that time when the two of them strayed into paradise, and he asked those mountain spirits in Confucian robes to recite a poem, he was totally helpless.

The man stood up, and without seeing him move, the talisman left the window and slipped into his sleeve, and the window opened on its own.

He was standing at the window. The ferry was already on the sea of ​​clouds. The breeze was blowing on his face, and his two snow-white sleeves were swaying. She was a little angry. She was so tall!

She hesitated for a moment, stood on the chair, and suddenly figured out something. When she encountered some dangers while traveling in the world, wouldn't it make her more knowledgeable?

She immediately smiled brightly, put her hands behind her back, and walked with her chest held out on a piece of ground as small as a chair. She smiled and said: "After I paid for my Di's newspaper, the ferryman who sold my Di's newspaper started laughing out loud with my friends next to me. , I didn’t know why they were laughing, so I turned around and smiled at them, didn’t you say that no matter you are walking up or down the mountain, or whether you are a human or a monster, you should be polite to others, and then the ferryman’s My friend, I was about to leave the house, and someone accidentally bumped into me at the door. I couldn’t stand still, and the newspaper was scattered on the floor. I said it didn’t matter, and then I went to pick up the newspaper, and the man stepped on me. , and gave him a hard twist with his toes, it must have been an accident. I couldn't hold it back, so I frowned, and was kicked away by him, but the man on the ferry said that he was a guest after all, that fierce man Then he ignored me, I picked up the newspaper and ran back."

She crossed her arms across her chest and said with a serious expression, "I'm not trying to fool you. I couldn't bear the pain at that time, so I just grinned!"

She was afraid that the guy wouldn't believe it, so she stretched out two fingers and said, "That's all!"

The man turned his head and asked with a smile: "Do you think it is right to be kind to others all the time and everywhere? Shouldn't it be divided into two, to be kind to good people and to be evil to evil people? But the order of doing evil to people is , the big and small calculations are all clear, but if the size of the punishment imposed on them is asymmetrical, does it violate the order of things? Good and evil collide, and the result is evil and evil. The accumulation of bit by bit is also a kind of accumulation of soil. The mountainous weather is full of wind and rain, but it is just the wind and rain, so what should we do?"

The little girl frowned hard and silently told herself that I understood, but I was just too lazy to speak. I didn't have enough food and no energy.

The man smiled and gently tapped his heart with a folding fan, "You don't need to think too much, I'm just asking myself."

The little girl in black didn't want him to be like this, so she blamed herself a little.

Compared with others who are so obscured by clouds and cannot be seen clearly, she still prefers him who goes to the fields to plant rice and breaks mountains with his fists.

Fortunately, the man suddenly smiled, jumped over the window, and stood on the board outside, "Let's go and enjoy the scenery. Not only is it smoky, but the mountains and rivers are also magnificent."

He lay on the window, stretched out a hand, and joked: "I'll lift you out."

The little girl said angrily: "Get off! I can do it myself!"

She jumped out of the window herself, but she was afraid of the rope, so she shrank and grabbed his sleeve, but she actually felt that it was good to stand inside the bookcase.

She turned to look at the open window and said softly: "We are poor, but we have enough food and clothing. If someone steals our belongings, wouldn't it make things worse? I don't want to eat pickled fish, and neither can you."

But the man said: "It depends on whether they can survive after stealing something."

She blinked and nodded vigorously, "Domineering!"

As a result, the man hit her on the head with a folding fan and said, "Don't fail to learn from this."

She hugged her head and stepped on his instep.

The man smiled and said, "That's good."

In the end, she didn't dare to walk up the railing, so he held her in his arms and placed her on the railing.

Then as she walked, she felt that Beier had face.

Many people were looking at her.

She looked down and saw the guy lazily walking downstairs, shaking a fan with one hand and raising his other hand high, just holding her little hand.

She then said she didn't need him to protect her anymore, she could walk on her own, it was very safe!

On the ferry at that moment, many monks and pure martial artists saw this strange scene.

A little girl in black walked with her arms swaying and her head raised and her chest held high.

On the other side of the railing at the foot, there was a scholar in white clothes holding a folding fan, walking slowly with a smile on his face.

The little girl asked casually: "My surname is Chen. One time I woke up in the middle of the night and saw that you were not around. Where have you been?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Just strolling around. Pretending to be almost beaten to death, and then almost broken... It's nothing. Just think of it as flipping through a book and reading a boring story. After reading half of it, I felt sleepy. Okay, let’s talk about it later after closing the book.”

The little girl frowned and said, "It's very annoying for you to say half of your words like this."

The guy smiled and said: "Let's travel the world together, please be more considerate."

The little girl crossed her arms and walked on the railing, "Then I want to eat Guiling jelly! One bowl is not enough, I need two big bowls. I paid for the dibao. You pay for the two bowls of Guiling jelly."

The man nodded and said, "Okay, but there must be turtle paste sold at the next ferry."

The little girl frowned and said, "If the Guiling Cream is no longer available, I will change it."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt that she was really smart and smart, and she had no plans left!

The man hesitated for a long time and said, "It's too expensive, so I can't."

The little girl gently and slowly handed her foot over, "Kick you."

The man also slowly tilted his head to avoid her, and patted her feet off with a folding fan, "Walk well."

Among the spectators were ferry stewards and porters.

There was also the man standing on the second floor who was admiring the view from the observation deck with his friends. He and seven or eight people were watching the stars and the moon protecting a young man and woman.

He lives next door to the Tianzihao house on this ferry, which is also very expensive and is considered a blessing, so he doesn't have to spend a single cent of his own money.

This is the benefit brought by the incense and love between the masters and the mountains.

Calling friends, riding the wind on the mountain, practicing at the foot of the mountain, looking down upon the princes, looking down upon the rivers and lakes.

A young female cultivator with an average appearance but wearing a rare robe said with a smile: "Has this little fish monster reached the cave realm?"

The young monk with a crown-like face beside her nodded and said: "If I'm not mistaken, I happen to be in the cave realm, and I haven't yet become familiar with wind control. If it weren't for the protection of the ferry formation, if I accidentally fell down, if the foot happened to be that Rivers and lakes are fine, but if you go to the mountains, you will definitely die."

The man chuckled softly and said, "Mr. Wei, this little water monster with unknown origins went to Guanshi Liu of the Ferry Boat to buy a newspaper for his residence. He was taken advantage of and spent a small sum of money."

The handsome young man known as Mr. Wei pretended to be surprised, "So rich and wealthy?"

The woman covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, looking at the young man beside her. Her eyes were full of emotion, and she could see everything at a glance.

The rest of the people even laughed in agreement, as if they had heard a very learned and wise saying.

Helping Xian does not mean watching words and expressions, and helping to turn the solitary happiness into the happiness of all.

The young female cultivator asked again: "Mr. Wei, that scholar in white looks like the owner of that little dirty thing? Why doesn't he look like a Qi practitioner in the middle five realms, but more like a vulgar martial artist?"

Mr. Wei laughed and turned to look at the woman, "You can't say this in front of my father, it will embarrass him. He is now the number one warrior in our Daguan Dynasty."

The young female cultivator quickly apologized and said with a smile, "Qingqing made a mistake."

Mr. Wei smiled helplessly and said, "Qingqing, are you being so polite to me?"

The young female cultivator nicknamed Qingqing immediately smiled like a flower.

She comes from the Zhaoye Cottage in Chunlu Garden. Her father is one of Chunlu Garden's worshipers, and he is very good at making money. He manages half of the mountain range of Chunlu Garden by himself. Wherever they are, they are all guests in the mansions of wealthy families and on the top of the mountain of the Immortal Family. This time she came down the mountain specifically to invite the noble man next to her to go to Chunlu Garden to catch up with the Spring Festival banquet that was the finale of the gathering.

There is a Daguan Dynasty on the southeast coast, and there are three kingdoms in the vassal barrier alone. The Tieyou Mansion, where the young master was born, is one of the three most powerful nobles in the dynasty. They have been holding hairpins for generations, and they used to be officials in the capital. Now the head of the family, Wei Ying, When he was young, he abandoned his writing and joined the army, and actually made a new career for the family. Now he holds the military power and is the mainstay of the border. The eldest son is an official in the court and is already a minister. And this Wei Gongzi Wei Bai, as the chief minister of Wei, The general's youngest son has been doted on since he was a child, and he himself is a young genius who is accomplished in Buddhism. He is extremely famous in the dynasty. There is even a good story about the Yuan Ying ancestor of Chunlu Pu who was passing by during a rare trip down the mountain. Wei's Tiemou Mansion looked at the father and son who were greeting each other with a grand ceremony, and said with a smile that they had seen you father and son now. When introduced by outsiders, they mentioned that Wei Bai was the son of General Wei Ying, but within thirty years, outsiders had When I see you father and son, I will only say that you, Wei Ying, are the father of Wei Bai.

General Wei Ying laughed heartily, but he couldn't help but feel unhappy. After all, the founder of Chunlu Pu could not praise others easily.

Wei Bai received a personal commendation from an ancestor of Yuanying, recognizing his cultivation qualifications, which aroused the envy of countless officials and officials. Even His Majesty the Emperor gave an imperial edict and a secret treasure to the Tiefang Mansion. , I hope Wei Bai can continue his efforts, practice with peace of mind, and become a pillar of the country as soon as possible.

She and Wei Bai were not really a match.

When the two met for the first time, the Tiemou Mansion had intended to bring them together. General Wei Ying said in front of her that they were a couple made in heaven, but Chunlupu's ancestor had not yet gone down the mountain to visit the Grand View. Her father was not very happy with the dynasty. He felt that Wei Bai, who had not yet reached the Dongfu realm, had an unpredictable future. After all, after becoming a Qi practitioner, the Dongfu realm was the first big threshold.

Later, with Wei Bai's smooth sailing on the road of cultivation, he was expected to break through the bottleneck of the Dongfu realm at a young age, and he also won the unabashed favor of the ancestor Chunlupu. The Tieyoufu also rose in the Daguan Dynasty, and the result became Her father was anxious, and the Tieyou Mansion began to shirk everything, so she decided to go down the mountain this time. In fact, she didn't need her father to urge her, she was willing in every possible way.

She did not bring any retinue with her. Although Chunlupu was not the most powerful in the coastal areas of the East China Sea, it had a wide circle of friends, and everyone would sell some thin noodles from Chunlupu monks.

For example, the young master's uncle from the Golden Crow Palace would go to the secluded mountains of Chunlu Garden to collect water and make tea every few years, alone and with one sword.

But Wei Bai had two followers by his side, a taciturn monk who served in the Tiefou Mansion, who was said to have been a demonic monk and had been taking refuge in the Tiefou Mansion for decades, and a seven-year-old who could influence the military fortunes of a small vassal country. A martial artist with a golden body!

Wei Bai turned his head, looked at a sturdy old man standing behind the crowd, and asked: "Master Liao, can you see the feet of the scholar in white?"

The man was closing his eyes to rest. After hearing the question from the young master of Tiemou Mansion, he opened his eyes and smiled and said: "Listen to his breathing and footsteps. It should be equivalent to the five realm martial arts on the border of our Daguan Dynasty. Compared with the ordinary five realms in the Jianghu, Jing Si Bao is still slightly better."

Next to the stout old man, an old woman with a naturally sinister face said hoarsely: "Young Master, Liao Xiaozi is right."

The old man snorted coldly.

According to the disparity in age between the two parties, calling the old woman a brat is not actually a big deal on her part, but after all, she is a golden-body warrior who fought in battles. The old woman relies on her status as a Qi practitioner and has never treated her. No respect whatsoever.

The man from a powerful martial arts sect in the Daguan Dynasty rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Master Wei, why don't I go down to find that young martial artist with the monkey crown, test his depth, and just do it as a sideshow for everyone's amusement?" To relieve my boredom. By the way, I am brave enough to ask for help so that Mr. Liao can give me some pointers on my boxing skills."

The sect he belongs to is the leader in the southern arena of the Daguan Dynasty. The motley gang in his sect is said to be nearly ten thousand people, and they control a lot of side wealth related to water transportation and salt import. The huge financial resources are actually attributed to the face of the Tiemou Mansion. , otherwise this money will not be enough to eat, and it will burn your throat. There is also a golden martial arts master in the sect, but he said in private that he claims to face the man named Liao, and he will lose more and win less. . In the northern martial arts world, there is a gang where everyone uses a sword. The sect leader and his disciples number no more than a hundred, and he can command the heroes of the northern martial arts world. The old sect leader who likes to walk alone in the rivers and lakes is a legendary figure who has quietly entered the world of travel. It's just that no one has seen him draw a sword in person for twenty years, but people in the southern Jianghu say that the reason why the old guy is so elusive is to avoid the provocation of those mountain immortals, especially the arrogant sword cultivators, because If a martial arts sect dares to use the word "zong", what else is it that needs to be dealt with?

After hearing the man's attentive words, Wei Bai shook his head and said with a smile: "I think it's better to forget it. You warriors under the mountain are no better than our soldiers on the battlefield in Tiemou Mansion. Each of them is more honorable than the last one. I think it's not easy for that young warrior either." , probably because he felt that he finally got an opportunity that should belong to a cultivator, and let the little water monster recognize him as his master, so this time when he went on a trip and boarded the Xianjia ferry, he still couldn't forget his bad temper and liked to show off everywhere. , let him go. When you get to Chunlu Garden, there is a mixture of fish and dragons, and if you dare to be so ignorant, you will still suffer."

The man said with admiration on his face: "Young Master Wei is really a bodhisattva with a heart and an immortal spirit."

Wei Bai smiled and shook his head, "What kind of immortal am I now? Let's talk about it later."

He suddenly turned his head, "But you, Ding Tong, are from the world, not a cultivator like us. You can only live longer, like the elusive Sect Leader Peng, before you have the opportunity to say similar words." ”

The old woman, who was standing side by side with the sturdy old man at the door behind everyone, sneered: "That person named Peng deserves to be in the Far Traveling Realm, and even has to hide in Tibet. If he is in the same golden body as Liao Xiaozi, he will not If you can't cause any trouble, just trample him to death. We monks all think that the soles of our shoes are dirty. Now we have secretly entered the eighth level of martial arts and become a bigger grasshopper. We still play with swords. The sect has a clan name. If the people on the mountain don’t trample him to death, who will he trample on?”

The sturdy old man named Liao sneered: "How dare you say this in front of Mr. Peng?"

The old grandma clicked her tongue and said, "Let alone face to face, if he dares to stand in front of me, I will point at his nose and say it."

The old man in the Golden Body Realm was too lazy to talk to an old lady and started to close his eyes and meditate again.

The man who was a martial artist didn't feel embarrassed at all. It wasn't about him anyway. In other words, what about him? It is a great honor to be able to let an old priest of Tiemou Mansion say a few words. When he returns to the sect, it is a source of conversation.

Wei Bai stretched out his hand to hold on to the railing and said with emotion: "It is said that Sect Master He from the north went south not long ago. Sect Master He is not only extremely talented, he has reached the upper five realms at such a young age, and he has continuous blessings. As a treasure bottle neck, that A cultivator from a small place can, upon arriving at our Beiju Luzhou, first find a small cave, then subdue many big demons and ghosts, and finally build a Zongzitou Immortal House in such a short period of time, and give it to her. Having established a firm foothold, she also relied on the mountain-protecting formation and Xiaodongtian to defeat two Jade Pu realms one after another. It’s really fascinating! When I travel to the north in the future, I must go and take a look at her, even if I take a look at her from a distance. It’s worth it.”

The young female nun in the Chunlu Garden Zhaoye Thatched Cottage was inevitably in a depressed mood.

Just relieved quickly.

Because Wei Bai himself knew very well that between him and the unattainable Sect Master He, it was just that he had the opportunity to take a look at her from a distance.

Wei Bai suddenly approached the woman next to him and said softly: "Qingqing, the moon in the sky is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of me is the person in front of me. I know it in my heart."

The young female cultivator suddenly relaxed her frown and smiled.

Over at the boat railing on the first floor, that little dirty thing who doesn’t know the heights of the sky is still running happily on the railing.

As for the young man in a white robe slightly stained with dirt and dust, he was still there in an artful manner, shaking his folding fan.

Wei Bai suddenly smiled knowingly.

Elsewhere on the second floor, someone finally felt it was an eyesore and chose to take action.

Wei Bai frowned.

That wisp of spiritual energy condensed into a sneak attack of a sleeve arrow, which should have hit the little girl's leg in black. After shattering the knee, the strength of the sleeve arrow that penetrated the bone was just enough to break through the shallow passage of the ferry. The formation barrier, to outsiders, was just a little girl who couldn't stand still, fell out of the ferry, and accidentally fell to her death. There is no need for anyone on this ferry to take responsibility. He walked on the railing and fell to his death. The ferry didn't shake at all. Who can blame him?

It's a pity that the hidden spiritual energy sleeve arrow was blocked by the scholar in white with his fan. However, he didn't feel relaxed when he saw it. He quickly took two steps back and leaned against the railing to stabilize his body.

Wei Bai shook his head.

It turns out to be such a waste.

Fortunately, he didn't let the bastard next to him take action before. Otherwise, if this news got out, it would be embarrassing for himself and Tie Mou Mansion. This trip to Chunlu Garden is going to be a disaster.

The scholar in white had an angry look on his face and shouted loudly: "No one is taking care of your ferry. Someone is committing murder on the second floor!"

The little girl in black stopped quickly, jumped off the railing, and hid beside him. Her face was pale, and she did not forget his instructions. She asked with the ripples in her heart: "Are you more powerful than the ancestor in yellow robe?"

The scholar in white did not speak from his heart, but nodded and said softly: "It's much more powerful."

It's just that the power lies not in Taoism and cultivation, but in people's bad minds.

The little girl was a little anxious, "Then let's run away quickly?"

The scholar in white suddenly changed his expression, put one hand gently on her head, closed the folding fan, and said with a smile: "We ran away today and let these scourges kill other people tomorrow? The world is like a pot of porridge, and those fly excrements are just like that. It’s time to catch the hook, throw it out, and drop every fish you see. Do you still remember the group of people we met in the rivers and lakes? Remember what I said afterwards? "

The little girl thought for a while and nodded, "You said that when the disaster really comes, everyone seems to be weak. Before that, everyone seemed to be strong, because there are always weaker ones. "

Earlier, they were slowly climbing a mountain together. According to local people, there was something strange happening on that mountain recently, so they wanted to take a look.

On a secluded mountain road, I met a group of heroes who were riding fast and drinking. They were high-spirited and spoke loudly, saying that they wanted to kill the monster in order to become famous.

For some reason, the scholar in white who was walking in the middle of the road did not give way, and was then knocked straight away by a tall horse. Everyone on the horse laughed loudly, and flew away with hoofs.

But she wasn't worried at the time.

A swordsman who can beat Huangpao Ancestor to death.

And he didn't even use the flying sword he kept in the wine pot at that time.

But she just felt angry.

She couldn't help but open her mouth, but the scholar in white was already standing beside her, gently holding her head and saying with a smile that it didn't matter.

Then the two of them saw the group of warriors blocking the way for a two-foot-tall fanged spirit. It was chewing an arm in its mouth and holding the bloody corpse of a man in its hand.

The little girl in black could roughly tell that the one who died was the bad guy who took the lead and knocked away the scholar in white.

In the end, she hid behind the scholar in white, and he stretched out the folded fan, pointed at the burly monster that was violent and cannibalistic, and said with a smile: "You must finish the decapitation meal first."

The monster blocking the road actually lost the body in its hand and wanted to flee deeper into the dense forest.

Those Jianghu people who had eaten enough to go up the mountain to kill the demon began to kneel down and kowtow, praying for help.

The little girl didn't like this Jianghu story very much.

From beginning to end, she didn't like it.

There are also groups of people at an observation deck on the second floor of the ferry.

After seeing the scholar in white blocking that hand, he felt bored.

Just let the big one and the small one pass.

And the scholar in white didn't have the guts to call an army to hold him accountable, and seemed to just pretend that nothing happened.

Everyone at this viewing platform burst into laughter.

There is no fear of letting those big and small know who is taking action.

A ferryman bravely walked up to the scholar in white. He was not worried about the nagging of the ferry guest, but worried that he would be forced to come here by the steward and accidentally arouse the disgust of the distinguished guests on the second floor. From then on, this spring trip The trip to Lupu won't get you any reward.

The young man stood in front of the scholar in white with a straight face and asked, "What are you yelling about? Where did you see someone committing murder?"

The scholar in white turned to look at the little girl in black, "He sold you the newspaper, and he also persuaded the other guest not to beat you to death, so he pretended to be a good person?"

She shook her head.

It's an older one.

The scholar in white patted his heart gently with a folding fan and said to himself: "Those who practice Taoism must cultivate their minds more, otherwise they will be lame and unable to reach the highest point."

The little girl in black tugged on his sleeve, covered her mouth with one hand, raised her head and whispered to him quietly: "Don't be angry, or I will be angry with you. I am very fierce."

The scholar in white looked up at the second floor, "No, I want to be reasonable. I didn't say enough last time at Cangjun Lake."

The young man stretched out his hand to push the scholar in white who looked displeased. Pretending to be polite, he stretched out his hand and said, "You don't want to stop, right? Go back to the house and cool off!"

Then he was stunned.

Why couldn't I stretch my hand even an inch in front of that person?

The scholar in white didn't look at him, and said with a smile: "You really think I'm a martial artist from the Four Realms when you're under pressure from the Four Realms."

The young waiter suddenly bent down, clasped his fists and smiled: "Guest, please continue to enjoy the scenery. I won't disturb you."

Without saying a word, he turned around and ran away.

He really ran away.

I ran to the bow of the boat and turned around to see that the scholar in white had disappeared, leaving only a little girl in black with a frown on her face.

There is an observation deck on the second floor of the ferry not far from Wei Bai and the others.

Seven or eight male and female monks who had traveled and practiced together retreated together.

As soon as his eyes were dazzled, the scholar in white, who had trouble blocking a spiritual sleeve arrow, was already standing on the railing inexplicably, with one hand behind his back and the other hand gently fanning, looking down at them.

When a person wanted to speak, his spiritual energy movement suddenly stagnated, like he was carrying a mountain on his back, his face turned red and he was speechless.

The scholar in white smiled and said: "When I explain the truth, you just listen."

With a snap, close the folding fan and lift it gently.

The qigong practitioner who shot the sleeve arrow was lifted up in the air, and the scholar in white grabbed his head, threw it backwards, and fell out of the ferry.

The folding fan was raised again, and another person was hung up high like his neck was tightened, and was slapped out of the ferry with a sleeve.

They all gave dumplings to that person.

The observation deck was empty except for the scholar in white with a vermilion wine flask hanging from his waist.

He leaned back and flew out of the ferry upside down. His two snow-white sleeves made a hunting sound and fell down instantly, disappearing without a trace.

After a while.

He appeared on the ferry railing again, looking up at the observation deck on the other side of the Tianzi Room, smiling and saying nothing.

Wei Bai twitched his lips, "Master Liao, what do you say?"

The stalwart old man had already strode forward, using his energy to push away the idle trash from the mountain and down the mountain who only boasted about flattering horses. The old man stared at the scholar in white and said solemnly: "It's hard to say."

Wei Bai turned his head and glanced at the pale-faced gangster. After looking away, he smiled and said, "Isn't that a little difficult?"

The old grandma also stood beside Wei Bai, "What's the trouble? Let Mr. Liao go down and play with him for a while. How many kilograms are there? You will know after weighing it."

Wei Bai was not good at making opinions. The slaves he kept under others' care were also human beings, especially those who were really capable. He had never been stingy with his closeness and respect. So Wei Bai said softly: "Master Liao, you don't have to stand up."

The sturdy old man clenched a fist with one hand, and the joints all over his body exploded like firecrackers. He sneered: "The embroidered pillow in the south cannot withstand the beating. The swordsman of Mr. Peng in the north is protected by the Prime Minister. It is not easy to meet someone who dares to challenge our iron." From the Hou Mansion, whether he is a warrior or a monk, I will not miss it today."

The old man with a golden body in Tiemou Mansion did not punch straight away with a powerful aura. Instead, he put one hand on the railing and gently floated on the ship on the first floor. He smiled and said: "Boy, warm your hands with me? Don't worry. If I don’t beat you to death, there will be no injustice or enmity.”

The man raised his head and put the folding fan against his chin with his fingers. He seemed to be thinking about something. Then he put away the folding fan and let it fall to the ground. "The consequences of any move are not good..."

The scholar in white paused for a moment, then said with a bright smile: "Then let me do three moves."

He put one hand behind his back, held a folding fan in his hand, and pointed at his forehead, "You punch three times first, and then we'll talk later. You are responsible for life and death, how about that?"

The two of them had a tacit understanding and stood on both sides of the ferry, about twenty steps apart.

All the passengers on the ferry were whispering.

Wei Bai found it even more incredible.

There was only one ferry passenger on the first floor who set off from Baoxiang Kingdom further south and fled to Chunlu Garden. His face was pale and his lips were trembling.

He wanted to cry but had no tears.

Why did I meet this young swordsman with unpredictable temperament and profound Taoism again?

Young Master Sword Immortal, I am running away just to never see you again. I really didn’t mean to take a ferry with you!

The old man named Liao, a martial artist with a golden body, sneered: "Boy, do you really want me to punch you three times?"

The scholar in white said with a surprised look on his face: "Not enough? How about four punches? If you feel that you are not sure, five punches is enough. It can't be more. If you have more, those who watch the excitement will feel bored." "

The old man gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "After three punches, I hope you still have a whole body."

He stopped talking, opened the fist frame, the Gang Qi surged, and the fist intention surged.

On the first and second floors, everyone was in a situation where the wind was blowing against their faces.

Some Qi practitioners and martial artists with low moral standards could hardly keep their eyes open.

There was a bang.

There was a continuous cracking sound from the wall window on that side of the room.

The sturdy old man stood where the scholar in white had been standing before. When he looked again, he saw that the scholar in white was shattered into pieces in an instant. Instead, he stood at the bow of the ship, wearing a white robe and long sleeves that billowed like snow.

This made some guys who recognized the identity of the old man Tie Moufu have to swallow back some cheers.

The man's Adam's apple moved slightly, and it seemed that he was definitely not as relaxed as he appeared. He must have swallowed the blood that rushed to his mouth, and then he still smiled and said: "With this punch, if it had been someone else, he would have killed six people at most. Jing Wufu was killed on the spot, but the old man was still kind and merciful."

The old man surnamed Liao narrowed his eyes. The white robe on the young man's body had just been shaken away by his fists, but no cracks appeared. The old man said solemnly: "It's a top-grade robe, no wonder! What a scheming idea." , a good city, well hidden!"

The man still held the folding fan and walked forward slowly, "I sold my pot and finally bought a robe, and you are complaining that I was not beaten to death by you? Old senior, if you continue to do this, you will not follow the ethics of the world. Okay, okay, okay. , the effect of me removing the robe is that I still have two punches."

The old man stepped on the ground, and the entire ferry dropped by more than a foot. His body moved forward like thunder, and he punched at the peak of his life's fist power.

At this moment, the scholar in white should either have his body exploded, or at least be punched through the bow of the ship and fall to the ground, right?

No.

not only.

The man was still standing there, still holding a fan in one hand, but he just raised the palm that was originally behind his back.

This time, it was a strong old man who slid out backwards. After standing still, his shoulders tilted slightly.

On the second floor, Wei Bai's face was gloomy.

The old woman's face was as dark as water, and her mind was wandering.

The scholar in white didn't move for a long time, then he let out an ouch, his feet didn't move, and he pretended to shake his body a few times, "Senior's boxing skills are like gods, terrifying and terrifying. Fortunately, I only had one punch, and I still have lingering fears. Fortunately, I was polite and didn't agree to it." I'm very scared now that I'm going to punch you five times with this tone."

All the ferry guests were going crazy.

In his whole life, he has never seen a guy who is so good at acting and yet so careless!

The sturdy old man smiled and said, "Then the last punch!"

Take a deep breath.

The old man's majestic aura stretched out his long gown.

The next moment, a vision emerged.

The dignified old martial artist in the golden realm of Tiemou Mansion did not directly punch the scholar in white, but diverted his route halfway to find the little girl in black who had been standing by the railing. Every time she saw the scholar in white When he is safe and sound, he will hold back his laughter with a straight face, secretly raise his two small hands, and clap his hands gently. The clapping movement is very fast, but silent, and it must be that he deliberately keeps his palms from closing.

Another moment.

It's like the long river of time has stood still.

I saw a girl dressed in white standing next to the little girl in black. The five fingers of his left hand were like hooks, pinching the neck of the martial arts master of Tiemou Mansion, making the latter unable to move forward even if he was leaning forward. There was blood on the latter's neck. The flow was flowing like a stream. The scholar in white held a folding fan in one hand. He gently loosened his fingers and pushed it gently on the old man's forehead. With a bang, a golden body warrior who had fought in the battle formation directly hit the stern of the boat and fell out of the ferry. .

The scholar in white turned his head and looked towards the second floor. He wiped his left hand gently on the railing several times and asked with a squinted smile: "How do you say it?"

Over at the observation deck on the second floor, Wei Bai didn't say anything, and the old lady didn't say anything.

After a while.

Everyone heard the quasi-phonic sound in the distance.

Behind the ferry, a golden light exploded, and then a sword light suddenly came. A young man with a sword wearing a golden hairpin looked at the railing and asked: "It was you who split my Golden Crow with one sword." That thundercloud in the palace?"

The scholar in white looked confused and asked, "What are you talking about?"

The young swordsman smiled helplessly and said, "When we get to Chunlu Garden, I'll treat you to tea."

The sword light went away.

For some reason, the little girl in black suddenly felt that such a story on the mountain was a very heroic feat, but she just couldn't be happy. She lowered her head, walked over to the scholar in white, and gently tugged on his sleeve, "I'm sorry."

The man squatted down, grabbed her face with both hands, pulled her gently, then made a face at her and said with a soft smile: "Mani Mani."