Sword of Coming

She sighed, "Why do you have to live for others?"

Cui Cheng had an unimaginable influence on Chen Pingan when it came to martial arts and boxing.

Obviously, half of what he said just now, Chen Ping'an was making a deep promise with the deceased Cui Cheng, that life and death are different, and they still echoed from afar.

Chen Ping shook his head, "That's not the case. I've been living for myself, but on the road, there will be concerns. I have to let some respected people live in my heart for a long time. I can't remember it in the world. I will remember it. If given the chance, I would like to be remembered again."

She fell into deep thought, remembering some extremely distant past events.

After walking for a while, Chen Pingan turned around and walked again.

She also followed and walked back again.

This is what Chen Pingan pursues, so that the sword spirit will not travel too far in the long river of time, and anything will happen.

There are too many accidents in the world, and there is no way to stop them, as they come, they come.

But at least on my side, Chen Pingan, I won't cause too many incidents because of my negligence.

The person who knows me best, Mr. Qi, died because of me.

They sat on the top of the city, just like back then, both sides sat on the golden arched bridge.

Chen Pingan asked: "Are you leaving?"

She said: "You don't have to leave, but the old scholar who is waiting in the inverted mountain may have to go to the Confucian Temple to plead guilty."

Chen Ping said: "It's nothing to leave for a short time, but don't leave without returning. I may still be able to bear it, but it will be very uncomfortable in the end. I can't say anything about it, it can only be more uncomfortable."

She smiled and said, "Master and I have lived and died together for thousands of years."

Chen Pingan turned around and stretched out his palm.

She raised her hand, instead of clapping lightly, she held Chen Pingan's hand and shook it lightly, "This is the second agreement."

Chen Ping smiled and nodded, "I will do what I said."

She withdrew her hand, gently patted her knees with both hands, looked at the barren and barren world from a distance, and said with a sneer, "It seems that there are still a few old friends who are not dead."

Chen Pingan said: "Then I will be more careful."

She said: "If I show up, these sneaky ancient existences will not dare to kill you. At most, they will cut off your Longevity Bridge and start over again, forcing the master and me to walk the same old path."

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "No matter what I think in the future, whether I will change my mind or not, I just say that I will kill you now."

She smiled and said, "I know."

Chen Pingan asked with a sudden smile, "Do you know what is my greatest strength?"

She thought for a while, "Dare to make a choice."

For example, in the old scholar's picture scroll of mountains and rivers, Chen Pingan made a choice between her and Ning Yao after he handed out a sword to Suishan.

If it is wrong, there will be nothing after that.

A person who flatters the so-called strong and powerful is not worthy of sending a sword to heaven and earth for her.

After thousands of years in the world, how many people have soft knees and bent spines? countless. These people should really take a look at how the sages of the human race thousands of years ago, in the midst of suffering, overcame thorns and thorns, climbed to the top with their swords, and only wanted to die to open the way for future generations.

It's just that after the generous death of this group of people, the brilliance of human nature, which is very different from divinity, also began to change, or be covered up. The reason why the puppets and ants created by the gods were ants was There is an inherent inferiority, not only because of the short lifespan of the human race, but because of this, the gods who are high above the sky are regarded as ants under the feet that will not move for thousands of years, and can only provide incense for many gods. Take and take, other than that, life is no different from grass. At that time, some of the golden gods overlooking the earth actually existed. They were aware of the changes in the world, and they just relied on the incense of the world to condense and temper the golden body. It involved the longevity of the gods, and the benefits were unimaginable. There is an inexhaustible source, so some gods turn a blind eye, and some don't take it seriously, and don't think how much effort it takes to crush a group of ants.

But the final ending has evolved to this point, of course, there are still accidents and inevitability. For example, the fire and water dispute.

The biggest exception, of course, is that her previous master, as well as the other gods, were willing to treat a small group of people as true fellow-men.

That was the beginning of human swordsmanship and magic.

Chen Pingan shook his head and said softly, "My heart is free."

Then Chen Ping smiled and said: "I haven't said this to anyone before, because I haven't even thought about it."

She murmured and repeated those four words.

"My heart is free."

Chen Pingan was thrown back into the city by the boss Sword Immortal. Nalan Yexing had already appeared at the door, and the two walked into the Ning Mansion together. Nalan Yexing asked softly, "Is the boss Sword Immortal pulling him over?"

Chen Pingan nodded and didn't say much.

In fact, Nalan Yexing wasn't too worried at first, but now that he knew that the boss Sword Immortal did it, he felt more at ease.

However, Chen Pingan said with a heartfelt voice: "Grandpa Nalan, tell Nanny Bai that there is something to discuss, and it's over there in Jiezi Xiaotiandi."

Nalan Yexing looked solemn, "Discuss with Miss?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Together."

The four gathered in the martial arts arena.

Chen Pingan gave a rough overview of the sword spirit, only talking about the current situation and not involving more origins.

Nalan Yexing and Bai Lianshuang looked at each other as if listening to a scripture.

A true spirit conceived by a fairy sword?

Is it one of the four legendary swords, the one with the most lethal power ten thousand years ago? Are you old friends with the boss sword fairy Chen Qing?

Ning Yao is fine, his expression is as usual.

Then there were ripples in the mustard world of the Martial Arts Field, a tall woman in snow-white clothes walked out, stood beside Chen Pingan, looked around, and finally looked at Ning Yao.

Ning Yao raised his eyebrows.

Jian Ling smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll leave soon."

Ning Yao said, "So what if you don't leave?"

Sword Spirit stared at Ning Yao's eyebrows, smiled and said: "It's kind of interesting, it's worthy of my master."

Chen Ping knew it was going to be bad, and as expected, Ning Yao sneered and said, "If you don't have one, you don't deserve it? Whether you deserve it or not, do you say it or not?"

Nalan Yexing's forehead was covered with sweat.

Bai Lianshuang's body was even more tense, extremely nervous.

Sword Spirit smiled and said: "It's not counted, let's do it."

Ning Yao chuckled.

Chen Ping'an watched his nose, his nose, and his heart, all eighteen martial arts were useless, and it would be wrong to say one more word at this moment.

Sword Spirit yawned, "Let's go."

The already ethereal figure gradually dissipated. Finally, under the escort of Chen Qingdu, the sky of the Great Wall of Sword Qi was broken, and when they reached Haoran Tianxia, ​​there were still old scholars who helped cover their tracks and went to Aquarius Continent together.

On the long journey, the old scholar smiled and asked: "How is it?"

Sword Spirit said: "It's not such a beautiful woman."

The old scholar rubbed his hands lightly, and said awkwardly, "Where did you say that?"

Sword Spirit let out a sigh, "You said Chen Qingdu, it's been a long time since we parted for thousands of years, and the two sides reminisced about the old days, and the chat was very good."

The old scholar frowned, feeling that the timing was wrong and he shouldn't ask more questions.

Jian Ling looked down at the upside-down mountain, and said casually: "Chen Qingdu promised to let one more person go. There are three people in total. You have an explanation at the Confucian Temple."

The old scholar said angrily: "What? You are only worth one person because of the great face of the senior?! Is this Chen Qing just trying to rebel?! It's not proper, it's extremely presumptuous!"

Jian Ling said: "I can make Chen Qingdu not let anyone go. If I go back and forth, is my face worth four people?"

The old scholar said righteously: "How can I let the senior go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi again! There are only three people, Chen Qing is not kind, and scholars of my generation are full of dignity, so we still have to talk about etiquette, righteousness and shame."

The sword spirit lowered his head again, it was the Jiaolong ditch, the old scholar glanced at it, and said angrily: "There are only some small fish and shrimp left, I think it's fine."

Between Daoxuan Mountain, Jiaolonggou and Baopingzhou, Baihong and Qingyan disappeared in a flash, and they were thousands of miles away in an instant.

Not to mention the Sword Immortal Yujian, even the Transcontinental Messenger Flying Sword does not have such amazing speed.

Sword Spirit raised a hand, and his fingers moved slightly.

The old scholar stretched his neck and glanced at him, feeling a little uneasy, and asked tentatively, "What is this for?"

Sword Spirit said indifferently: "Keeping accounts."

The old scholar asked cautiously: "Keeping accounts? Who is keeping accounts, Lu Chen? Or the stinky old Taoist Taoist?"

Sword Spirit smiled and said: "Remember how many times you called senior."

The old scholar said sadly: "How can this be so? Just imagine how old I am, and how many old guys call me an old scholar one by one. When did I care? Senior is a respectful title. Old scholar and that sour scholar are both joking names. A few people respectfully call me Master Wensheng, this anxiety, this sorrow, who can I talk to..."

Sword Spirit put away his hands, glanced at the sea sect under his feet, where the first statue of Yushi Zhengshen and the god general of the Nantian Gate of Heaven stood at the same time, and asked, "How does Bai Ze choose?"

The old scholar smiled and said: "I made a good choice, I want to wait and see."

Sword Spirit asked: "This merit?"

The old scholar shook his head and said, "It doesn't count. How can I count it? Whoever counts it will be gone."

Jian Ling sneered and said, "Scholars are really good at calculating accounts."

The old scholar nodded and said, "No, I'm really tired."

Sword Spirit turned his head, "No."

The old scholar resentfully said: "It's too risky for you to go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi. I said that I can guarantee my life. The **** chicken thief over at the Confucian Temple will not agree to it. So I rowed on the head of my retreat disciples." Part of the merit is used up. There are not many heroic people in the lineage of the sub-sage, just search and search, if the sages are not heroes, what kind of real sages are they? His mother has already given a good reasoning to Yasheng's lineage. I also blame me. In the good old days, everyone in the three schools and all the academies sharpened their heads and invited me to give lectures, but in the end I was thin-skinned and blind Putting on airs, in the end, I didn’t talk too much, otherwise I would have focused on carrying a small hoe to those palaces and academies, and now Xiaoping’an is not a scholar who is better than a senior brother, and there must be a big basket.”

Regarding the matter of the old scholar arbitrarily using his master's merits, Jian Ling didn't have the slightest mood swings, it seemed that doing so was only to her liking.

As for what the old scholar was talking about to guarantee her life, she was so ashamed for the sour scholar next to her, she was ashamed to say this, why would he not understand why she was not a ghost or a ghost? Who in the Haoran world can kill you now? The most holy teacher would never make a move, especially Li Sheng. Ya Sheng just had a big dispute with his Wen Sheng, and no personal grievances were involved.

The old scholar nodded to himself and said: "It's not useless, it's better to use it up early, so that my disciple won't find out, and it will make me feel bad. It's not a good thing to be involved in this way. My lineage, it's really not my way of life. He puts gold on his face, all of them are high-spirited, knowledgeable, good-natured, and a real hero. Little Pingan has traveled three continents and traveled all over the world, but he has never been to a single academy. What's the attitude? I'm holding my breath in my heart, I think it's fine, that's right."

Sword Spirit smiled and said, "Cui Chan?"

The old scholar said with a blank face: "Have I accepted this disciple? I remember that I only have my disciple Cui Dongshan."

Sword Spirit said: "I think Cui Chan is the most ancient."

"Who said it wasn't?"

The old scholar looked in a daze, and murmured: "I also made mistakes, but unfortunately there is no chance to correct them. Life is like this. Knowing the mistakes can greatly improve, but knowing the mistakes can't be corrected. There is no regret, no pain."

It's just that the old scholar quickly swept away the haze in his heart, pulled his beard and smiled. You can't chase the past, but you can still chase the coming. Didn't I accept a retreat disciple?

What kind of predecessors.

We are young, but we are from the same generation.

In the evening, at the wine shop, there was some confusion. Why did Chen Pingan come to drink again not long after leaving during the day?

The wine shop was doing well, not to mention that there were no empty tables, not even an empty seat, which made Chen Ping'an feel better when buying wine.

Die Zhang handed over a jug of the cheapest drink and asked, "This is?"

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "When encountering some things, Ning Yao told me that he was not angry, and that he was really not angry, but I always feel that it doesn't look like it."

Diezhang didn't take pleasure in other people's misfortune, and comforted him, "Ning Yao never beat around the bush when she spoke. When she said she wasn't angry, she must be really not angry. You're thinking too much."

Chen Pingan replied, and said sullenly: "Boss shopkeeper, tell yourself, I'm going to judge the person, or you?"

Now Diezhang can feel at ease and gloat, "The second shopkeeper will drink a few more pots, our shop has enough wine and water, the old rules, familiar faces, except for those who have just broken the border, no credit will be given."

Chen Pingan was squatting on the side of the road with a flagon, chopsticks, and dishes. Beside him was a drunkard Jianxiu who often came to visit the business. The kind who would die without drinking in a day. Longmen Realm, named Han Rong, just like Chen Pingan, Only drink one snowflake money of Zhuhai Dongtian wine each time. Earlier, Chen Pingan told Diezhang that this kind of customers most needed to win over a smiling face. Diezhang was still a little stunned at the time, so Chen Pingan had to patiently explain that alcoholic friends are all alcoholics, and they like to sit in a nest and drink to death. Sanchawu drinks a pot of good wine alone, the former is a good guest who can't wait to take a few steps away from the wine table and sit back down, all the one-shot deals in the world are not good deals.

At that time, Diezhang actually seriously wrote down these sentences that he thought were golden and jade words in the account book one by one, and looked at Chen Pingan who was beside him very sadly. Our big shopkeeper is really not good at doing business. How did the shop open in 2010? How many years have I been a bagger? Is it possible that you really have such a talent for doing business by yourself?

Han Rong asked with a smile: "Second shopkeeper, what about drinking? What's wrong, I owe you a hand, and you were kicked out? It's okay, brother Han, I'm a veteran of Huacong, and I'll teach you a trick, so it's just the money for drinks. How about this money? It’s a good deal!”

Chen Pingan chewed the pickles, took a sip of the wine, and said leisurely: "After listening to you, I will be bullshit. Besides, I just came out to drink a little wine. Besides, I don't know who is going to teach me tricks." Son? On the wall of the shop, what did Brother Han write? Did he forget to clean it after drinking? I don’t understand. There are so many “Nothing” signs in the shop, and there is only one piece, with the name on the wall. Dare to love Mr. Han Brother, do you think our shop is the place where you confess? That girl dares to come to my shop to drink? You pay double for the drink today."

"Don't mind me. Brother talking about money hurts friendship."

Holding the bowl with five fingers, Han Rong took a sip of wine, and then sighed: "There are many bachelors here, but it's rare for an infatuated man like me. If I really become a man in the future and embrace a beautiful woman, I will treat him as one." Your shop is showing signs, and you will keep it in the future to fulfill your wish, and when the time comes, you can buy me two pots of wine worth five snowflakes."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Well, I'll give you another pot then."

Han Rong asked, "Really?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It's just a snowflake."

Han Rong was disappointed and said: "Too careless, the dignified second shopkeeper, young and promising, outstanding, young and handsome like a dragon and a phoenix..."

Chen Pingan scolded with a smile: "Stop it, Brother Han, I spit out my drink, will you pay me?"

The overlapping peaks are in the distance, and seeing the two of them chatting very warmly, they feel a little subdued, this second shopkeeper is really good at chatting.

Chen Pingan also said that he really likes to drink at the Sword Qi Great Wall, because on many wine tables at Haoran Tianxia, ​​the same glass of wine is deep for those with greater authority, and shallow for those with less authority.

Han Rong laughed, and suddenly remembered something, "Second shopkeeper, you read a lot, can you help me think of a few sour poems, the standard doesn't need to be too high, just like 'Zeng Meng Qingshen comes to pour wine', I like that girl , I prefer this one, if you help me, no matter if it’s useful or not, I’ll help you bring a table of drunkards over, and if you don’t drink ten jars of wine, I’ll take your surname from now on.”

"You treat it as a drink, and if you have money, you can serve it bowl by bowl. It's not such a good thing."

Chen Ping shook his head and said, "Besides, I'm not married yet, so I won't accept my son."

Han Rong picked up the wine bowl, "We have a deep relationship, let's get bored first, and at least give my brother a song, even if it's just a sentence or two. Is it okay to be a grandson instead of a son?"

Chen Ping raised the wine bowl, "Let me think about it later? But to be honest, whether Shi Xing will flourish or not depends on whether the drinking is in place."

Han Rong immediately turned his head and shouted at Diezhang: "The big shopkeeper, the second shopkeeper, I will pay for the jar of wine!"

Diezhang nodded, thinking that if Chen Pingan was willing to sell wine with peace of mind, he would probably be able to open his shop to the top of the city in a few years.

A slender young woman came slowly and walked up to the second shopkeeper who was explaining to Brother Han what "Flying Light" was. She smiled and said, "Can you delay Mr. Chen for a while?"

Chen Ping nodded with a smile, turned to Han Rong and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as she understands."

Chen Ping walked on the street with the woman, and said with a smile, "Miss Yu has a heart."

The person who came was Yu Qia, the woman who made Fan Dache haunted and heartbroken.

Yu Qia's expression was slightly unnatural, but she quickly said in a soft and slow voice: "I heard about what happened that night. Although Fan Dache and I failed to make it to the end, I still have to personally apologize to Mr. Chen After all, the incident happened because of me, and Mr. Chen suffered some grievances. Perhaps it is not appropriate to say this, and it may even make Mr. Chen feel that I am saying some hypocritical polite words. No matter what, I still hope that Mr. Chen can Forgive Fan Dache, he is really nice, I am the one who can't stand him."

"If Fan Dache was a bad person, I wouldn't be scolded by him."

Chen Pingan said: "Who hasn't been drunk before, when a man is drunk and says a woman's name, he must really like it. As for drunk and swearing, don't take it seriously at all."

"Thank you, Young Master Chen."

Yu Qia gave a blessing, "Then I won't bother Mr. Chen drinking with his friends."

After Yu Qia left, Chen Pingan returned to the shop and continued to squat down and drink. Han Rong had already left, so of course he didn't forget to help with the checkout.

Die Zhang approached and asked, "What's the matter?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "It's about Fan Dache's incident, Yu Qia came here to help make amends."

Die Zhang twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'm not afraid of offending Chen Sanqiu. Chen Sanqiu is the one who sits at the top among Fan Dache's big and small sons and brothers. Chen Sanqiu really wants to say something serious. Yu Qia will never I want to hang out there."

Chen Pingan smiled and didn't say much.

How can it be so simple.

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "Let's make a bet, will Fan Dache show up?"

Die Zhang nodded and said, "I bet he shows up."

Chen Ping smiled and was about to nod.

Diezhang changed his tune and said, "No more gambling."

Chen Pingan looked a little regretful, and he felt that he was right not to gamble, and he never thought that Fan Dache would come after half a stick of incense.

Die Zhang rolled his eyes.

When Fan Dache arrived at the wine shop, he hesitated, and finally ordered a jug of wine, and squatted beside Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Miss Yu said that she is the one who is sorry for you."

Fan Dache lowered his head, his face was full of tears, and he didn't drink any alcohol, just holding the wine bowl.

Chen Pingan raised the wine bowl, lightly touched the white bowl in Fan Dache's hand, and then said, "Don't be overthinking it. I wish I could go to war tomorrow. I think it's fine to die on the south side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi."

Fan Dache finished his bowl of wine in one gulp, "How do you know?"

Chen Pingan said: "Guess."

Fan Dache said: "Don't make you and Sanqiu unable to be friends because of my relationship, or you are still friends, but you have a grudge in your heart."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "You think too much."

Fan Dache nodded and said, "That's good."

Chen Ping said: "If you don't come to me today, I will go to you."

Fan Dache smiled wryly and said, "I accepted it kindly, but it's useless."

Chen Pingan said: "You must be suffering right now. Mosquitoes and flies are buzzing like thunder, and ants are passing like mountains. I have an idea, do you want to try it?"

Fan Dache asked doubtfully, "What method?"

Chen Ping said with a smile: "After a fight, it hurts like a heartache, and it will feel better."

Fan Dache was dubious and said: "You don't just find a chance to beat me up, do you? Throwing you a wine bowl, you just hold grudges like this?"

Chen Pingan said: "If you don't believe me, I will pull you down."

But in the end, Fan Dache followed Chen Pingan to the corner of the street, and before Fan Dache could get away with his posture, he was punched and fell down. After falling to the ground several times, Fan Dache finally stood up staggeringly with blood on his face, and walked staggeringly. On the way, Chen Pingan finished work, still calm and relaxed, walked aside, turned around and asked with a smile: "How is it?"

Fan Dache wiped his face, spread his hands, raised his head and scolded: "It's good for you, sir! If I go back like this, maybe Sanqiu and the others will think that I am really overwhelmed."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "It's nothing for the elders to vomit some blood, otherwise I will drink my Zhuhaidong Tianjiu for nothing. Remember to pay for the drink before leaving. As for the white bowl, forget it. I'm not the kind who cares about everything." People who don’t remember such trivial things.”

Chen Pingan stopped, "I have something to do."

Fan Dache walked to the shop alone.

Chen Pingan turned around and said with a smile, "Didn't it scare you?"

It was the young Zhang Jiazhen.

Zhang Jiazhen shook her head, and said, "I want to ask about the word stable. According to Mr. Chen's original intention, how should we explain it?"

Chen Pingan said: "Stable, there is another explanation. The interpretation is the three characters 'people are not in a hurry'. Its meaning is similar to slow. It's just slow but there is nothing wrong with it. In the end, I want to be fast, so I am anxious."

Zhang Jiazhen thought for a moment, then smiled knowingly, raised her head, looked at Chen Pingan, who had covered her sleeves, and asked, "Mr. Chen, I can't practice martial arts or swords, so when I have free time in the future, Mr. happens to be near the shop. Then can I ask Mr. Chen to explain the Chinese characters?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Of course. I will come here often in the future."

Zhang Jiazhen blinked.

Chen Ping turned around and saw Ning Yao.

Zhang Jiazhen said goodbye and left, turned and ran away.

Chen Ping walked quickly and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

Ning Yao asked, "Drinking again?"

Chen Pingan was speechless, he smelled of alcohol, if he dared to beat him to death and refused to admit his account, wouldn't he be beaten to death?

Ning Yao suddenly took his hand.

Neither of them spoke, just walked past the shop and down the street.

Ning Yao asked, "Why don't you speak?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, and imitated someone, "Chen Pingan, even if you are lucky enough to marry a wife in the future, you will most likely be a careless person."

Ning Yao was speechless for the first time, silent for a moment, just smiled to himself, narrowed his eyes, and raised his hand forward, leaving an inch of distance between his thumb and index finger, as if he said to himself: "I don't like it so much. ?”

Ning Yao was a little puzzled, and found that Chen Pingan had stopped walking, but the two were still holding hands, so Ning Yao turned his head to look. For some reason, Chen Pingan's lips trembled and he said hoarsely: "If one day, I leave first, What do you do? What will you do if there are still our children?"

Chen Pingan, who was no longer the straw sandal boy in Niping Lane, let alone the child carrying a basket of herbs, was somehow sad when he thought of this, and then very sad.

All the suffering that can be said can be slowly endured after all. Only the sadness that is secretly hidden will only be broken into small pieces, gathered together into many, year after year, like a lonely little dumb, hiding in the corner of the heart, curled up, the child just looks up, and grows up Every one of them in the end silently looked at each other without saying a word.