Sword of Coming

The cross-continental ferry of Phi Mazong is dragged by mighty heroic warriors, and it runs in the sea of ​​clouds with lightning speed.

The ferry boat docked slowly at Niujiaoshan Ferry, and the hull shook slightly.

Chen Pingan and Cui Dongshan got off the ferry, Wei Bo had been waiting for a long time, Zhu Lian was far away in Laolongcheng now, Zheng Dafeng said that he had sprained his ankle and couldn't get out of bed for at least half a year, so he asked Cen Yuanji to help guard the mountain gate.

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Send us a ride to the foot of Luopo Mountain."

Wei Bo nodded in relief, and the three of them disappeared out of thin air and appeared at the gate of the mountain.

When Cen Yuanji saw the three of them, he was about to stand up when he saw that the three had already started to climb the mountain. Among them, the young mountain master nodded to her, and then stretched out his hand to signal her to continue practicing boxing. Cen Yuanji is not good at those things. The vain and polite greetings, the impression of this young mountain master is also very ordinary, so he sat back on the bench, closed his eyes, and continued to control a breath of pure zhenqi to swim through the bones.

Wei Bo asked, "You know everything?"

Chen Ping nodded.

Senior Cui left a suicide note in Luoba Mountain Bamboo Building, not on the second floor, but on the desk on the first floor, with the words "Unpack the Warm Tree" written on the envelope.

According to the old man's last wish, there is no need for burial after death, and the ashes can be scattered anywhere in the lotus root blessed land. This matter cannot be delayed. In addition, there is no need to worry about the wishes of Cui's ancestral hall, it is directly written in the letter that those who dare to climb Luopo Mountain will be beaten back with one punch.

Wei Bo explained: "Pei Qian stayed there all the time, saying hello to Master when she returned to the mountain. Zhou Mili also went to Lotus Root Blessed Land to accompany Pei Qian. Chen Lingjun left Luopo Mountain and went to ride a dragon. On the other side of the alley, she helped Shi Rou manage the business of the new year's shop. So now only Chen Ruchu is left on Luoluo Mountain, but now she should go to the county town to buy sundries, and then Lu Baixiang collects Two disciples, brother and sister Yuan Bao Yuan Lai."

Chen Pingan said: "Congratulations on breaking the realm."

Wei Bo laughed at himself: "The Dali court has started to make some small moves, and the reasons are high-sounding, and even I think it makes sense."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "In the case of Jinqing, the traces of Piyunshan's intentions are too obvious. The two Great Mountain Monarchs are in harmony with each other. Even if Emperor Dali knows that you don't have too much selfishness, he will still have grudges in his heart. "

Wei Bo said: "There is no other way to do it, just look at Jin Qing's eyes. If another mountain god sits in Zhongyue, the life of Beiyue will only be more difficult in the future. The Wuyue Mountain Monarchs of the past dynasties, no matter the dynasty or the vassal, will have no Don't be forced to confront each other, weigh the pros and cons, Piyunshan has to do it. It's better to be a bachelor, anyway, the matter has come to this point, and the Song emperor has to admit it. Jin Qing is more rascal than me. Your Majesty, they kept talking about Piyun Mountain's goodness, and Wei Dashanjun's Jiyueguangfeng."

Chen Pingan said: "Sure enough, those who can become a tiger are not fuel-efficient lamps."

When he arrived at Luoba Mountain Bamboo House, Chen Pingan said softly, "I never expected to return to Nanyuan Kingdom so soon."

Cui Dongshan said suddenly: "I've already been there, so I'll just stay here and look after the house."

Wei Bo took out the tung-leaf umbrella that he had kept for the time being. After all, it was of great importance.

Wei Bo gently opened the small tung leaf umbrella, and said, "It has just been promoted to a medium-blessed place, and I should not frequent the lotus root blissful place. I will send you to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom."

Chen Ping smiled and nodded, "Excuse me."

Chen Pingan's figure disappeared in a flash.

Wei Bo sighed softly.

Cui Dongshan was already standing in the corridor on the second floor, leaning on the railing, with his back to the door, looking into the distance.

Wei Bo closed the tung-leaf umbrella and sat at the stone table.

Cui Dongshan suddenly said: "Wei Bo, you don't have to worry."

Wei Bo shook his head, "I'm not worried."

Then Wei Bo asked, "When will you leave Luoba Mountain?"

Cui Dongshan thought for a while, "When my husband and Pei Qian return to Lupo Mountain, I will leave soon. I have already accumulated a pile of debts. That old bastard holds the most grudges."

The two sides are not the same way, in fact, there is nothing to talk about, so they each fell silent.

After a long time.

Wei Bo asked: "Is Senior Cui so worried about Chen Ping'an? I don't want to see him for the last time, and I want to scatter the ashes in the lotus root blessed place early. I don't want to be buried on Luopo Mountain."

Cui Dongshan replied: "Because my grandfather has the highest expectations for my husband, my grandfather hopes that my husband will care about me as little as possible, so as not to punch in the future and not be pure enough."

On an all-too-familiar street in the capital city of Nanyuan Kingdom.

Chen Pingan carried a bamboo box on his back and walked slowly with a walking stick in his hand. He turned into an alley and stopped at the entrance of a small house. He glanced at the Spring Festival couplets and knocked on the door lightly.

It was Pei Qian who opened the door, and Zhou Mili was sitting on a small bench, carrying a green bamboo stick.

Pei Qian stood where he was, raised his head, and wrinkled his face hard.

Chen Ping rubbed her little head, "Master knows everything, don't think about anything, you didn't do anything wrong."

Pei Qian clenched his fists with both hands, lowered his head, and his body trembled.

Chen Ping lightly pressed that little head, and said softly: "You are so sad, why do you hold back your tears? After practicing boxing, Pei Qian is no longer Master's great disciple?"

Chen Pingan squatted down, Pei Qian hugged him, and sobbed, not crying loudly, so it was even more heartbreaking.

Zhou Mili also started to cry.

Chen Pingan patted her on the head when Pei Qian cried until she was out of breath. He stood up and took off the bamboo box. Pei Qian wiped his face and quickly took the bamboo box. Zhou Mili ran over and took it. Hiking sticks.

Chen Ping looked around, still the same, as if nothing had changed.

Zhou Mili held two trekking sticks of different lengths, and then placed his bamboo chair at Chen Pingan's feet.

"It seems to be taller."

Chen Pingan also rubbed the head of the little girl in black, sat on the bamboo chair, remained silent for a long time, and then said with a smile: "When I see Cao Qinglang, Mr. Zhong and some people, we will go back to Luopo Mountain together."

Pei Qian's eyes were red and swollen. Sitting beside Chen Ping'an, he reached out and gently grabbed Chen Ping'an's sleeve.

Chen Pingan said softly: "Tell Master about your trip with Senior Cui?"

Pei Qian hummed, and carefully talked about that period of travel.

Talked for a long time.

Chen Pingan listened intently.

Someone pushed the door lightly, and saw the young man in the green shirt.

Cao Qinglang, a young man in Confucian shirts, called softly, "Mr. Chen."

Chen Ping reached out to hold Pei Qian's hand, stood up together, and said with a smile, "It's clear, now you can see that you are a scholar."

Cao Qinglang made a salute.

Chen Pingan felt a little helpless, he was really a scholar.

Pei Qian stood on tiptoe, Chen Ping turned sideways and lowered her head, she put her hand over her mouth, and said quietly: "Master, Cao Qinglang secretly became a cultivator, is it not doing his job properly? The writing of Spring Festival couplets is far worse than that of Master, right? "

Chen Pingan smashed a chestnut down.

Pei Qian showed signs of flooding again.

Zhou Mili, who was holding two trekking sticks in his arms, gasped.

So fierce.

Before, the two of them wandered the rivers and lakes together, but he had never beaten himself like this.

Zhou Mili frowned, tilted her head, and pondered hard. Could it be that Pei Qian was a disciple picked up by the side of the road? Isn't it Her Royal Highness the princess living among the people?

Chen Ping stretched out his thumb, gently rubbed the place where the chestnut rested on Pei Qian's forehead, and then called Cao Qinglang to sit down.

Cao Qinglang moved a small bench and sat beside Chen Pingan.

Pei Qian sat between the two of them with a small bamboo chair.

Zhou Mili stood behind Pei Qian.

Chen Pingan asked: "Sunny, how have you been all these years?"

Cao Qinglang smiled and nodded, "Very well, Mr. Zhong is my school teacher. After Mr. Lu arrived in our Nanyuan country, he often came to me and gave me a lot of books."

Then Cao Qinglang asked: "Mr. Chen, have you ever heard the poem 'Iron flowers embroidered on the rock wall, murderous and silent on the frog strider'?"

Chen Pingan nodded, casually mentioned the name of the poet and the title of the collection of poems, and then asked, "Why do you ask this?"

Pei Qian originally wanted to scold Cao Qinglang for being shameless, but now he folded his arms around his chest and squinted at Cao Qinglang.

Cao Qinglang pointed at Pei Qian, "Mr. Chen, I learned from her."

Pei Qian said angrily: "Cao Qinglang, believe it or not, this punch made your brain explode?"

Cao Qinglang nodded and said, "I believe it."

Pei Qian was so angry that his teeth itched.

Chen Pingan said: "Take me to Mr. Zhong later, I have some things to discuss with Mr. Zhong."

Cao Qinglang nodded.

Chen Ping laughed, "Mr. Zhong is already on his way and will be there soon, we will just wait."

Then Chen Pingan said to Pei Qian: "Have you missed the copying of books every day?"

Pei Qian shook his head.

Chen Ping stretched out his hand, "Take a look."

Pei Qian immediately ran to the room to bring a large handful of papers. Chen Pingan flipped through the pages one by one. After reading it carefully, he returned it to Pei Qian, nodded and said, "I'm not lazy."

Pei Qian grinned, and Chen Pingan helped her wipe away the tears.

Then Chen Pingan stood up, "You guys stay here, I'm going to talk to Mr. Zhong about something."

After Chen Ping'an left, Pei Qian put the papers back into the room, sat back on the small bamboo chair, and rested his cheeks with his hands.

At the corner of the street, Chen Pingan just met Zhong Qiu.

Not seen for many years, Mr. Zhong's temples are more frosty.

The two walked together on the street where they used to fight each other and fight side by side, both of them felt a lot of emotion.

Regarding the current situation of the lotus root blessed land, Zhu Lian wrote it in a letter, Li Liu said it, and Cui Dongshan later elaborated on it, and Chen Pingan has already been familiar with it.

Nanyuan Kingdom, Songlai Kingdom, Northern Jin Kingdom, and frontier grasslands have a total of four land layouts. The territory seems to be the same, but this belongs to the category of "mountain and river discoloration". Only the Nanyuan Kingdom allocated to Chen Ping'an is the soul Complete people, and all other living beings, vegetation, mountains and rivers, have not "faded", and those "people" who have never been reduced to a blessed land of paper. According to Li Liu, the sentient beings in the other three places have "lost meaning", so Zhu Lian described them as three "fine brushwork and white drawing scrolls". But just like Lu Tai, Yu Zhenyi and others, as well as the young man from the scholarly family in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, they all disappeared out of thin air in this blessed land, and if they split the blessed land elsewhere, Nanyuan Guo Guoshi Zhongqiu would disappear out of thin air. , they are one of the very few special cases who are favored by the old Taoist.

This is a veritable change of the sky and the earth, and the law is in the sky.

Zhong Qiu cut to the chase and said, "His Majesty already has the heart to practice Taoism, but he hopes to see the Nanyuan Kingdom rule the world before leaving the lotus root blessed land."

Chen Pingan asked: "What is Mr. Zhong thinking?"

The emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom, he met in a nearby restaurant back then. Chen Pingan was not included in the restaurant banquet. There were six people on the other side. Huang Ting was among them at that time. The glasses transformed into Huang Ting, the female crown of Taiping Mountain, a talented female cultivator in Tongyezhou who was so blessed that even He Xiaoliang was her junior. Chen Pingan traveled to Beiju Luzhou before, and had no chance to meet this female champion who was slightly inferior to Qi Jinglong on Dili Mountain, but according to Qi Jinglong, the two sides were actually equal in combat power, but Huang Ting was a woman after all. At the end of the fight, the two sides no longer had the thought of life and death. In order to maintain the integrity of the Taoist robe she was wearing, she lost the first line, and she stood up from Dili Mountain later than Qi Jinglong.

In the restaurant at that time, apart from the emperor Wei Liang who was in his prime, there were also the empress Zhou Shuzhen, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Wei Yan, the second prince Wei Yun who was ambitious but fell short, and the youngest princess Wei Zhen.

Chen Pingan has an excellent memory.

The banquet where everyone had their own thoughts, not only everyone's appearance, demeanor and words, but also what wine and food everyone had drunk, Chen Pingan remembered clearly.

The old monk at Xinxiang Temple not far from the alley, the place to eat at the night market of Baihe Temple, the library building of the official family, and the story of the poor scholar and the Pipa girl in Zhuangyuan Lane are all vivid in my mind and my heart.

Zhong Qiu was silent for a moment, with a gloomy expression on his face, "I'm a little disheartened."

He tirelessly pursued self-cultivation, governing the family, governing the country, and the world. It seemed that after the truth came out, what he did was just someone else stretching out a palm and repeating things. Zhongqiu was a little tired.

She even thought, could it be that she was really wrong and Yu Zhenyi was right?

Chen Ping said slowly: "From now on, in this world, cultivators, spirits of mountains and rivers, gods of mountains and rivers, monsters and monsters will spring up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Mr. Zhong should not be discouraged, because although I am the name of this lotus root blessing Master, but I will not interfere with the trend of the human world. The blessed land of lotus roots will not be my cropland and vegetable garden for Chen Pingan in the past, and it will not be in the future. If someone happens to go up the mountain to practice Taoism, then he can practice Taoism with peace of mind. I will not Blocking. However, the affairs of the world under the mountain are left to the world to solve by themselves. Whether it is war or the unification of Haiyan Qingping, emperors, generals and ministers, each depends on his ability, and the temple civil and military, each depends on his conscience. In addition, the matter of incense and gods must follow the rules, otherwise The whole world will only get worse and worse, and become a miasma, where there are no human beings, ghosts or ghosts, gods or gods."

Zhong Qiu asked with a smile: "Do you want to view the Dao with a world?"

Chen Ping was stunned for a moment, "I never thought about it deliberately, but Mr. Zhong said it like this, it kind of resembles it."

Zhong Qiu asked: "What is the situation in the Haoran Tianxia outside?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while and replied: "People's hearts are still people's hearts. But compared to Nanyuan Kingdom, there is a vast world in my hometown, full of wonders. And there is a sky beyond the sky, there is more than one world. Mr. Zhong should go out and have a look, later It doesn't matter."

Zhong Qiu nodded and said: "Before I came to see you, His Majesty the Emperor had officially abdicated, and the eldest prince Wei Yan took over the throne. As for the second prince Wei Yun, he was already detained by the current emperor. I have just resigned as the national teacher, but I will not leave immediately. , plan to travel all over this small world first. Chen Pingan, I hope you can keep your promise and don’t treat the common people in this world as puppet playthings, just as goods that can be bought and sold. But I plant autumn is not that A pedantic Confucian who doesn't know how to adapt will not just pretend to be a villain. As long as you, Chen Pingan, finally make the rules, I agree, then everything will be done within the rules in the future. Even if I can't bear it, I still won't He will make irresponsible remarks."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Actually, there is another way to make Mr. Zhong feel more at ease."

Zhong Qiu asked, "You want me to be that guest?"

Chen Ping walked slowly with his arms wrapped around his sleeves, without denying it at all, "Mr. Zhong is a heavenly genius of the sage of literature and martial arts, how can I miss it, no matter what, I have to give it a try."

Zhong Qiu said with a smile: "Isn't there Zhu Lian by your side? To be honest, among the few people I admire most in Zhong Qiu's life, Zhu Lian, the son of a family who turned the tide, is one, and Zhu Lian, a madman with pure boxing skills, can still be counted. One. Zhu Lian, who had seen a living person before, was so close at hand, as if he saw someone walking out of the pages of a book, which made people feel absurd."

Chen Pingan said: "It is enough for Mr. Zhong to put his name in the Patriarch Hall of Luopo Mountain. It will not delay Mr. Zhong's future travels. There is absolutely no restraint."

Zhongqiu asked doubtfully, "Luopo Mountain?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Zhongqiu said: "Good name, then I will hang a name on this mountain."

Chen Ping'an looked lonely.

Someone once yelled at himself when he threw a punch. He was young, lifeless, like a lonely ghost, and he was worthy of being the owner of Luoba Mountain.

After meeting the former emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom, Chen Pingan took Pei Qian and Zhou Mili, said goodbye to Cao Qinglang, and left the blessed land of lotus root together.

Chen Pingan still looked as usual, lived on the first floor, practiced boxing and walking piles in the open space outside the door, practiced behind closed doors, and only occasionally went to the second floor to stand in the corridor and look into the distance.

In the middle of the night, Pei Qian sat alone on the top of the steps.

Cui Dongshan climbed the mountain slowly and sat next to her.

Pei Qian stared hard at the big white goose, and after a while, asked softly, "Aren't you sad that Grandpa Cui is gone?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "I want you to see my state of mind, so you can see it. If I don't want you to see it, then you will never see it in your life."

Pei Qian clapped his fists and said angrily, "Sure enough, I'm still not very good."

Cui Dongshan shook his head and said: "Regarding this matter, leaving aside some ancient gods, then I claim to be the second, and no one dares to be the first."

Pei Qian snorted.

The big white goose next to him is really powerful.

Cui Dongshan smiled, and said slowly: "I'm young and careless. When the elders leave, they often cry loudly, and the sadness and lungs are all on the face and in the tears."

"Look at those young men with a lot of tears and snot. Most of the fathers and elders around them are reticent. At the time of funeral, they welcome and send them off, talk to people, and laugh."

"This is life, maybe it's the same person, two kinds of sorrows on the road of two lives. You don't understand now because you haven't really grown up yet."

Pei Qian hummed, "I don't understand these things, maybe I won't understand them in the future, and I don't want to understand them either."

In Nanyuan Country, a place that she doesn’t consider her hometown, when her parents left one after another, she didn’t feel too much sadness, as if they just took a step first, and she would follow soon, maybe It's starving to death, freezing to death, or being beaten to death, but so what if you keep up? Wasn't it despised by them and regarded as a burden? So after Pei Qian left Ouhua Blessed Land, even if she wanted to be sad, she couldn't pretend to be on the side of Master.

But Grandpa Cui is different.

Apart from his master, he was an elder that Pei Qian really recognized.

The beatings made her so painful that she couldn't live without her life. At first she dared to yell that if she didn't practice boxing, she would be beaten harder, and she said so many stupid things that made her sad more than her injuries.

But Pei Qian now knows what is good and what is bad.

She didn't even need her eyes to peek into people's hearts.

Cui Dongshan looked up at the night, the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon, and the moon was reunited.

Cui Dongshan said softly: "So Mr. has never wanted you to grow up, so don't worry too much."

"When you grow up, you will want to take on something yourself. When the time comes, your master will not be able to stop you, and will not stop you anymore."

"Do you still remember the parting time when your master left Tai Sui Academy?"

Pei Qian nodded vigorously, and finally there was a bit of a smile on his dark face, and he said loudly, "Of course, I'm happy, and Sister Aquarius is even happier."

Cui Dongshan followed with a smile, asked himself and answered: "Why do we all have to join forces and make such a big fight? Because the husband knows that maybe the next time we meet again, we will never be able to see the one in our memory again." That little girl in the red padded jacket, with red cheeks, small stature, round eyes, crisp voice, carrying a small bookcase of just the right size, calling for little uncle."

"Relying on eyes alone is destined to never see you again."

"So I just kept it in my heart. This is an unspeakable regret for adults. I can only keep it here and hide it."

Cui Dongshan pointed to his heart, and then gently waved his sleeves, as if he wanted to drive away some worries.

The real sadness is only in the silent place.

"These annoying things are things that you will figure out on your own when you grow up, but I still hope you listen to it, at least you know there is such a thing."

"My grandpa left just like that, sir, no less sad than me. But sir, he won't let people know how sad he is."

"Have you ever thought about one thing, why your master likes to put away those used pens, worn-out straw sandals, and worthless bottles and jars one by one? Because he I am used to life and death, and I have been watching others go away. I can’t keep many people and things. If you can stay, then try to stay. In fact, not only Mr., all of us will experience various separations. Many people It’s all like this, but it’s often the past, it’s not as good as the husband’s so much care, for a long time, close the door, hide it carefully, and don’t know it.”

Pei Qian turned his head and said worriedly: "Then what should Master do?"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "Didn't I just say that, sir, I'm used to it."

Pei Qian stood up, "This is not good! This is wrong!"

Cui Dongshan fell silent and fell back.

Pei Qian ran all the way down the mountain to the bamboo building.

I found that Master was sitting alone at the stone table. There were two jugs of wine on the table, which were still stained with dirt, but Master did not drink.

The master straightened his back, clenched his fists with both hands, and lightly propped them on his knees, not knowing what he was thinking.

Pei Qian stood where he was and shouted loudly: "Master, don't be sad!"

Chen Ping turned his head and said with a smile, "Okay."

Pei Qian looked at such a master.

Just like his master, when he was young, he looked at A Liang under the bamboo hat.

Chen Ping stood up, moved two small bamboo chairs, and sat down with Pei Qian.

Chen Pingan said softly: "Pei Qian, Master will leave his hometown soon, so you must take good care of yourself."

Pei Qian nodded and said, "Master must take care of himself!"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's not that Master is bragging, but the ability to take good care of oneself is rare in the world."

Pei Qian picked up the small bamboo chair under his buttocks with both hands, and moved it closer to the master.

One big and one small, looking into the distance together.

On this day, Chen Ping'an was in a golden state.

Disciple Pei Qian is about to become the strongest fourth realm in the world.

The sitting posture, demeanor and eyes of the master and apprentice are exactly the same.