A hearty revenge is like a booze without getting drunk.
Drink by yourself, drink slowly, and be happy alone is enough.
Someone wears a golden crown on his head, a green gauze robe with lingering purple energy, holding a shining white jade Ganoderma lucidum in his hand, and stepping on a pair of plain white sneakers.
He is about thirty years old, his appearance is flawless, his body is impeccable, and his face is not very handsome.
It is like the banished immortal son in the novel about gods and monsters. His home is among the mountains and rivers, surrounded by flowers and bamboos. It is also like the Taoist who lives in the mountains in a poem about immortals. He practices cultivation with thatch and occasionally comes to the world.
He took a leisurely stroll in the garden, taking in the scenery with every few steps he took.
There are different colors and scrolls all around, pavilions and pavilions drawn in fine brushwork, freehand ink gardens, and courtyards with green landscapes.
Not long ago, Chen Ping'an became a fairy, but his appearance only made him look a few years younger.
This Wusa Street in Yongjia County was home to wealthy families in the previous dynasties. During the reign of the emperor and his courtiers, in addition to the old residence of the prime minister, there were also two adjacent mansions, all of which had changed owners, the old Qi Prince's Palace and a censorship.
Family status has long been included in the pocket of the Ma family. Since the Ma family adheres to the ancient motto "if you divide a family, don't separate the family, and if you divide the family, the family will be broken down." After settling here, for nearly thirty years, Ma family has never separated the family.
The houses are divided into separate houses, and the brothers of each house are not allowed to have separate household registrations to divide the family property. The three mansions have a side door to each other, so half a street is created, and all of them have the surname Ma.
In the courtyard, Chen Ping'an, who was wearing a green shirt and carrying a sword, raised his feet. The soles of his shoes finally left Ma Yan's cheeks. He seemed to be too dirty and rubbed the green bricks on the ground. He said with a smile, "Ma Yan and Qin Zheng can go down and recuperate."
, with a broken wrist, the golden sore medicine secretly passed down by Master Shen probably won’t work anymore. The several treasured elixirs in the A-shaped cabinet in the warehouse of Ma’s secret room, combined with the plasters from Yang’s medicine shop, may be used.
If it comes in handy, remember to use it sparingly. After all, one bottle of ointment is a rare item that only needs one bottle. With luck, the old immortal in the Nascent Soul realm, Pu Liu, can use the doctor's dead wood rejuvenation technique, and it's okay to cut off the wrist.
Take it back, Ma Yuemei, you can leave with your parents, remember to call Ma Che, Ma Chuan, and Ma Bi over, just three for three."
Ma Yuemei knelt down and tremblingly picked up the severed wrist still wearing the jade bracelet. She stood up and stared at the green shirt.
Ma Yan supported Qin Zheng, who was almost fainting, and staggered out of the courtyard. Ma Yan did not forget to remind Ma Yuemei to follow him quickly, and hinted with his eyes not to act impulsively.
Seeing that the woman did not move, Chen Ping'an asked: "Can looks kill people? Otherwise, you stay there and stare at them for a while longer. Can you look at the murderer?"
Ma Yuemei's long autumn eyes were engraved with deep hatred, and she said: "My surname is Chen, you either kill me today, or I will make you and yours miserable for the rest of your life..."
Before Ma Yuemei could finish her harsh words, Chen Pingan smiled, put his fingers together, and lightly swiped at the woman. The sword light was bright, like an iron wire cutting through tofu.
With a look of astonishment, Ma Yuemei lowered his head blankly. The sword light cut Ma Yuemei's body in half diagonally, and his intestines fell to the ground, even glowing with a faint white mist.
Most of the maids in blue who had already died once before, when they witnessed such a disgusting and horrific scene as bystanders, began to bend over and vomit.
Chen Ping'an sat on the steps, took out a book from his sleeve, lowered his head to open a page, then looked up at the tragic scene not far away, and said with a smile: "Revenge is not a steaming dish that is served in a hurry.
As long as you don't eat it, you'll get cold soon."
In the vast and vast space, Ma Yuemei looked around. For some reason, she was already in the Ma family's ancestral hall, sitting on a chair.
Following the sound, Ma Yuemei turned to look at the door. There was an extra chair, and sitting there was a man in green clothes with a sword on his knees. He had a hosta on his head and was drinking.
That "Chen Pingan" was completely different from the Chen Jianxian who killed people randomly while talking and laughing in the courtyard.
At this moment, Chen Ping'an in Ma Yuemei's eyes was more like a statue of a god. His face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, and he was sitting on the corpse of a god.
At the same time, there was an ancient incense burner on the altar table under the memorial tablets and the portraits of the ancestors in Ma's ancestral hall. Each "stick of incense" was the name of a Ma family's descendant.
Ma Yuemei was also horrified to find that she was dismembered in the courtyard. Next to her was a ghostly figure, Ma Yuemei, who was hiding her face in tears and sobbing secretly.
In the courtyard, Chen Pingan turned to look at the entrance of the courtyard and reminded: "Ma Yan, Qin Zheng, let you take advantage, two for three. Within a quarter of an hour, if those two guys don't come here,
When you see me, I will put the blame on you. There is no other way, since you are the head of the family, you have to bear more."
The couple walked in a hurry, not daring to stop for a moment. As for Ma Yuemei's true fate, whether she was dead or alive, or whether she was like the maid in green, they couldn't care about it for the time being. They could only suppress their overwhelming hatred, and the other
Make a plan. After all, the incense of the Ma family in Xinghua Lane belongs to their couple, and even more to their eldest son Ma Kuxuan. In addition, the younger daughter Ma Yuemei, or the second son Ma Yanshan... that's it.
After that, Chen Pingan reached out and grabbed a handful of pine needles from a green ancient pine in the courtyard. He gently held it in the palm of his hand and looked at the two maids in green who were the first to attack him. "If I remember correctly,
Your names are - Chun Wen, Qiu Yun? Among the sixteen swordsmen, only two of you are Four Realm warriors for the time being, which is quite difficult. You can be counted as such a young Four Realm warrior anywhere in Aquarius Continent.
I have first-class martial arts qualifications. It was Qin Zheng, the mother-in-law, who secretly gave you instructions without telling your nominal master, Ma Yuemei, and taught you step by step how to be a dead soldier, so that you can confirm my statement that I am here to kill innocent people indiscriminately.
?I'm just curious, what is the reward you deserve? No? Do you simply think that the Ma family must humiliate and die for adopting orphans like you?"
Two young girls, identical in satin and Tsing Yi attire, each has their own ingenuity in the details. Among them, the maid named Chun Wen has a light body and wears a white horned crown. She is said to be the palace model of Yu Xuanguo. In addition,
The green-robed swordsman named Qiu Yun had a slightly plump and heavy figure. She lowered her head at the moment, and she didn't even have the energy to look at Chen Jianxian.
The white-horned crowned girl gritted her teeth and said, "I only hate that I am of a low level and can't hurt Chen Jianxian at all. Even if I try to fight to the death, I can't do it."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "That's not accurate enough. The fish is dead and the net is broken. You have at least done half of it."
As he spoke, with a flick of his finger, an emerald green pine needle was as fast as a flying sword, piercing the eyebrows of the white-horned maidservant. Her delicate body went limp, and a drop of bright red blood oozed from her forehead.
Chen Pingan looked at the detailed records of the two Ma family children in the account book in his hand, smiled, turned to look at Qiu Yun, and said: "I'm worried that Ma Yan and Qin Zheng are forgetful. You have always been close to Ma Chuan, so I'm sure
If you don’t want this beloved lover to die inexplicably, then you can trouble Miss Qiuyun to go out and try to save Mr. Ma’s life. But remember, don’t reveal the inside story of this place, don’t say a single word, otherwise don’t
You blame me for sending you to make a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."
Qiu Jun plucked up the courage to leave the reception room where the head of the Ma family was studying. Sure enough, Chen Jianxian, who had an unpredictable personality and was ruthless, did not continue to make things difficult for her.
At the same time, the sword attendant wearing a white horned crown returned to her original appearance again. In a daze, she subconsciously stretched out her fingers and rubbed the center of her eyebrow where a pine needle should have been pierced.
In such a short period of time, she died twice, which made her murderous intention drop sharply and her spirit was dejected. However, she still forced out a breath of pure Qi, deliberately making herself look murderous, and said in a deep voice: "Is this what Chen Jianxian is capable of?
Killing or beheading is just a nod of the head, let alone flying swords to kill people repeatedly, it is a mountain of swords, a sea of fire, cooking in a pan, Chen Jianxian just shows them one by one, even if I beg you for mercy, even if I have no spine..."
Chen Ping'an closed the account book and said with a smile: "You don't lose the formation if you lose, you have a good character. You are still young and your martial arts level is not enough. Now you are just Ma Yuemei's helper. Wait until you learn the seven or eight skills of Grandmaster Shen one day.
It is estimated that he will become the powerful accomplice of the Ma family in Yongjia County from now on, specializing in shady activities, such as traveling at night to eradicate dissidents, or restricting the worship of immortal masters in the family."
The maidservant with the White Horn Crown said with a sullen face: "Even if I become a fierce ghost, I will crawl to Chen Jianxian's hometown and take revenge on that Luoyou Mountain!"
Chen Ping'an narrowed his eyes and smiled, nodded and said: "It's easy to say. In order to be satisfied in life, one should repay kindness and revenge. Those who make enemies and those who seek revenge have their own merits. He is just a senior who has gone through many rivers and lakes, free of charge.
Let me tell you a truth in the world. When the situation is uncontrollable, young people should not speak with a fierce face or a fierce look in their eyes. It doesn't matter. Please be more careful in the next life."
In an instant, another pine needle pierced the center of her eyebrow. The strong force of the piercing caused the maidservant in blue to hit the wall, where she sat slumped on the ground and died.
The maid in green clothes raised her head. The sky and the earth were dark, the cold wind was gusting, and it was biting. She looked around blankly. She saw an extremely unfamiliar scene, dead and lifeless.
Is he really dead this time? Already on Huangquan Road? Will there be the so-called Gate of Hell and Meng Po Bridge next in the book?
She was standing in the middle of a muddy road after heavy rain. At this moment, she turned around and saw a poor old woman riding a horse. The saddle and bridle were extremely gorgeous. The old woman was in ragged clothes and had mended clothes, but this tall horse had a distinctive look.
It is carefully raised by a wealthy family, and ordinary people will never have such a priceless thing.
Seeing the maid in blue on the road, the old woman quickly tightened the reins and stopped the horse beside her. The old woman's eyes were kind, and she was slightly possessed, and asked in a low voice: "Where do you want to go, young lady?"
The maid in green who was given the surname Ma and Wen Chun asked in a trembling voice: "Old lady, do you dare to ask if this place is on the road to Hades?"
Hearing this, the old woman's eyebrows became gentler and she said with a smile: "Girl, you went back to your parents' home to visit your relatives and got separated from your relatives? Could it be that you got soaked by the heavy rain and lost your head, so you said such unreasonable nonsense? Girl, the heavy rain stopped.
, the road is difficult to travel, and the mountains and forests here have been infested with tigers since ancient times. It is not suitable for a girl to travel alone. It is better to follow me to the humble house for a short rest, and start early the next day, so that you can be calm."
"Pretend to be a god or a ghost! I want to see if you are a god or a ghost. How dare you act so mysterious here!"
The maid in green twitched the corner of her mouth, pointed her toes, and moved a pebble on the road. The pebble broke through the air, roared into the wind, and flew towards the heart of the old woman sitting on the horse. The old woman let out a pain, fell off the horse, and fell to the ground.
In the mud, there was no breath. The maid in green lowered her head and looked intently. After some hesitation, she slowly moved forward, twisted her wrist, and slipped out a dagger from her sleeve, holding it in her hand. The maid was so weak that she was killed with one blow.
The dead old woman suddenly opened her eyes, and blood was flowing from her heart. However, she slowly stood up and wiped her dress. The more she wiped, the dirtier it became. She sighed, had to give up, and said hoarsely: "Little girl, I kindly advise you,
Why do you want to kill someone violently? Aren't you afraid of accidentally killing innocent people? Even if you suspect that I am a descendant of ghosts and gods, you should stay away from me."
The old woman lowered her head and glanced at the empty wound. She didn't take it seriously. She just continued to talk about Lao Li'er, "Little girl, listen to this advice, the heart is the field of blessing. If a person's heart is bad and overgrown with weeds, he will be bad."
A year's harvest, and a year without a harvest, you have to go on credit with others, and you have to pay interest on the credit. This kind of debt piles up debt, hardship piles up, and the cycle goes on and on. When will it end?"
The maid in green clothes couldn't listen to these annoying nonsense, so she kicked the old woman's whole head away.
The old woman's head rolled in the mud and she repeatedly murmured "wrong again".
The next moment, the maid in green clothes found herself standing in the middle of the road again. A horse came slowly from a distance. The old woman stopped her horse again, with a gentle face, and asked in a low voice: "Where do you want to go, girl?"
Without waiting for the maid in green to reply, the old man rode his horse and raised its hooves high, instantly trampling a hole in the latter's heart. The pain caused the maid to fall to the ground. The old woman still looked peaceful, then slowly turned over and dismounted, waving the whip in her hand.
, there was a crackling sound like a thunderous explosion, and the head of the maid in green was violently broken. It was thrown up high and fell heavily to the ground. Following the rolling head of the maid in green, the vision in her eyes switched between the blue sky and the yellow mud.
The old woman's voice was gentle, like that of an elder, and she warned softly: "Girl, is it okay?"
The next moment, the maid in green clothes once again stood in the middle of the road, hoofing in formation, from far to near, and the old woman came on horseback again, as if reining in the horse from a cliff, stopped the horse and asked with a smile.
Ma Chuan and Ma Bi are half-brothers. They are one year apart in age. They are both in their early twenties. One is tall and thin, the other has a dark face and a short beard. They have very different looks and figures. Both brothers are Ma young people.
The leaders of their generation are those who are famous. Unlike Tanhualang, who Ma Yanshan asked his sister to take the exam on his behalf, Ma Chuan is a serious scholar who was born as a university student. He is the family's first-class academic seed after the young prodigy Ma Che.
, As for his younger brother Ma Bi, he only pales in comparison. If there is no comparison, he can be regarded as a handsome man among the wealthy families of Yuxuan Kingdom.
The maid Qiu Yun, who had an extremely ugly face before, found them. She did not say the specific reason, but only said that the master of the family had an order for them to rush here immediately.
Ma Chuan wanted to ask about the inside story, but Qiu Jun was different from her usual gentleness. She just bit her lip and did not say a word. Along the way, Ma Chuan deliberately slowed down, walked behind his brother, and went to hold her hand again, but was
Qiu Yun gently shook it off, which surprised Ma Chuan. They had met in private in the past, and because Shen Ke, who taught them boxing, was an old man with sharp eyes, he could tell whether a woman was a virgin just by the way she walked. Qiu Yun
Jun is one of Ma Yuemei's most valued confidants. No matter how cowardly Ma Chuan is, he would not dare to ruin her martial arts future.
As a result, when the three of them entered the courtyard, they saw neither any elder of the Ma family nor any familiar guest minister.
I only saw a group of swordsmen in blue with strange expressions, staring blankly at the few newcomers.
Ma's eldest house encountered an earth-shaking storm. The head of the family, Ma Yan, was kicked, and the head wife Qin Zheng broke a wrist. However, it did not affect the adjacent mansions with two rooms on both sides for the time being.
Ma Chuan and Ma Bi only saw the only unusual place. There was a man in a blue shirt with a sword on his back, sitting on the steps. This man had a thick book in his hand.
Distinguished guest?
Is it a son of the Yuxuan family who has become famous in both the government and the public? The head of the family wants their brothers to come here to learn from this person?
Ma Chuan bowed and said, "Dare you ask me, brother?"
Chen Ping'an waved his hand and said, "No need to be polite, we meet our fellow countrymen. Let's talk in detail later. We'll wait for the imperial prodigy, Ma Che, to be the next number one scholar."
Ma Chuan smiled as usual.
Ma Bi looked a little displeased. This boy is really good at putting on a show. He dares to show off to such a shameless person, even our Ma family. In this capital, what about the achievements of the nobles of Tianhuang and the children of the generals and ministers?
I heard that a few years ago, His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress, under the escort of the imperial advisor, left the palace incognito for a private visit. They came here to stay at Ma's Mansion and ate Ma's private dishes. The Empress was full of praise. She sincerely requested
His Majesty rewarded several items from the study room for the Ma family, which is indeed true, because those items are now enshrined next to the shrine in the family ancestral hall.
It's a pity that the head of the family only allowed his legitimate children and Ma Che to pick him up, and the rest of the family couldn't see the emperor's face with their own eyes.
Ma Chuan used the method of gathering sounds into a line, "Ma Bi, this person is probably an immortal disciple from the mountain. He is a son of a powerful person in the capital. I don't think there is such a number one person in my memory."
Ma Bi nodded. He was able to cross the threshold of the Ma family. He was either rich or noble. Since the man in front of him appeared with a sword on his back, he must have someone to rely on. He was also an accomplished martial artist from the four realms. He learned literature from a poor man and learned martial arts from a rich man. Brother
Both of them have good muscles and bones that have been soaked in medicine jars since childhood. They used concentrated sounds to form a line and secretly whispered to their brother: "Looking at his appearance, he is quite good. His breathing is long. At first glance, he is a practitioner, not like a person who practices Taoism on the mountain.
, could he be Master Shen’s direct disciple in Jianghu?”
Ma Chuan looked at the swordsman in blue a few more times and said calmly: "It is indeed possible."
The attention of everyone inside and outside the capital and the government and the public was attracted by Ma Che, but inside the Ma family's ancestral hall, the two brothers were recognized as having both civil and military talents. In the words of a certain uncle, from now on we, the Ma family, will grow up.
Over there, Ma Yanshan, who is addicted to alcohol and does not do his job properly, must be unreliable, and it must be the two brothers who take the lead. It's just that they have always hidden their clumsiness, and they just don't show off their appearance on Wusha Street.
The last young man who came to the courtyard had a completely different demeanor and appearance from Ma Chuan and his brothers. His face was like a crown of jade, with a jade tree facing the wind, and the young man's expression was solemn.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You are a master if you have no worries on your face. He is indeed the gathering place of the Ma family's literary fortune in Yongjia County, and he is also destined to be the man in the blue sarong cage. He has a bright future."
It's just that young people don't know the meaning of lust and lust.
Chen Ping'an stood up, took the booklet and patted the long coat casually, walked down the steps, stepped out, and came to the middle of Ma Chuan and Ma Bi. Wearing a green shirt and long coat, he was already standing behind the two brothers, reaching out to grab
He grabbed their heads and twisted them gently. The two heads clicked almost at the same time. The two heads were twisted directly from the front to the back. The two brothers who were killed instantly stared at that person with wide eyes.
The handsome young man at the entrance of the courtyard is Ma Che.
The handsome young man, who was originally calm and composed, suddenly wet his crotch. The smell of urine began to waft from the entrance of the courtyard.
Ma Che only saw the swordsman in blue who turned to look at him with a smile. He loosened his fingers and saw the two dead men with their necks broken, their heads hanging limply.
The man in green shirt actually smiled and turned his two heads back, so that the backs of the brothers' heads faced the stunned Ma Che again at the entrance of the courtyard. "You must be Ma Che. You are very brave. Have you thought about the future?"
Do you want to be an official in the temple of Yuxuan Kingdom? National Preceptor, Minister of Rites? Or become the Prince Consort first. I heard that your Prince Consort of Yuxuan State can be an official. His Majesty the Emperor’s most beloved Princess Yuqing went to the Qing Dynasty the year before last.
Watching the burning of incense coincided with an elegant gathering where celebrities gathered to chat. Ma Che, who was the youngest and the most eloquent, fell in love at first sight. It's a pity that you are not good at this one and prefer the plumpness of the cook Yu Qing.
Woman?"
After all, he was a young man who only read books from sages. Ma Che was already pale and sweaty at this moment.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Do you know why Ma Chuan and Ma Bi ended up like this? Answer it carefully, and don't be like Ma Kuxuan, that big fool who likes to pretend to be smart. If you answer wrong, I will slap your head in the face.
Twist it slowly in one turn."
Ma Che's body trembled uncontrollably, and the young man said with a cry that could not be concealed: "Because they often call friends and go to other countries to participate in hunting games. They like to pretend to be horse thieves and bandits, run rampant and do evil.
Many times, many people were killed, I don’t know how many specifically, I really don’t know..."
Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "How do you, a scholar who doesn't hear anything outside the window, know such a secret?"
How could Ma Che dare to hide it? He poured beans out of the bamboo tube and said, "Ma Bi has sinister intentions and wants to drag me into the water with him. I refused."
Chen Ping'an said: "There is a lack of 'righteous words', so you have to change the word, 'I justly refused'. Huh?"
Ma Che could only repeat it obediently with his teeth chattering.
The young man was complaining in his heart, why hasn't anyone come here to take down this murderous god immediately and bring him to justice? Haven't we, the Ma family, had many contacts in recent years, and have a connection with the Taoist immortal master on the mountain?
Chen Pingan asked: "Have you ever killed anyone?"
Ma Che shook his head vigorously.
Chen Pingan asked again: "Does the young man want to kill someone?"
Ma Che still shook his head.
Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "Do you dare to kill someone if you are a scholar?"
Ma Che still shook his head.
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "As a wise gentleman in the future of Guanhu Academy, do you think Ma Chuan and Ma Bi should die?"
Ma Che said without hesitation: "They deserve to die if they do all kinds of evil!"
He's dead anyway.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the necks of the two corpses creaked. The two brothers seemed to have been cast a restraining spell. They could only stand there, but their faces were ashen and they turned to look at Ma Che, their eyes full of hostility.
, as if he would be willing to skin Ma Che alive. "Ma Che, find a handy... weapon, beat them to death, and knock off their heads. You can use bricks, you can use the inkstone in the house, maybe use
The strings are better, and it is relatively easy to cut the skin on the neck. Otherwise, if you use bricks, some of them will be worn." "No matter what method you use to remove their heads, Ma Che, as long as you can do this, you can
Leave this place alive, but I only give you a stick of incense time. If you don't wait until the time is up, they will skin you when the time comes. They are martial arts practitioners. Of course, you don't care about the brotherhood of the same race.
, they may be too soft-hearted to take action, but then the situation will turn and it will be your turn to take the lead, so you can bet on it."
Ma Che was stunned on the spot.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Every inch of time is worth an inch of gold, you scholars must not ignore it. Or are you willing to bet that Ma Chuan and Ma Bi are as timid as you and dare not peel off a living person's skin?"
Ma Che did not dare to look at those two pairs of bloodshot eyes full of resentment. The young man lowered his head and staggered towards the place where the head of the family was studying. He climbed up the steps and crossed the threshold. The young man, whose hands and feet were weak, moved extremely quickly.
Soon, he entered the house and his eyes started to wander. Ma Che's mind was racing and he searched quickly. He quickly found a few "weapons" that were handy. He wanted to use a heavy inkstone to break the necks and bones of the brothers.
After smashing a vase placed on the flower table, the young man had to cut off the neck flesh with broken porcelain pieces to fulfill the agreement, chop off their heads and cut off their heads.
Ma Che held the inkstone in one hand and the vase fragments in the other. When he ran down the steps, he saw the maids in blue with strange expressions on their faces.
This made Ma Che lose all his energy, and he stood blankly at the bottom of the steps, his hands and feet cold.
The blue-shirted swordsman passed by him and said with a smile: "You don't like them being an eyesore, and you're afraid they'll talk about it later? It's easy, why not kill them first? You don't have to count them in the time of a stick of incense."
Ma Che seemed to be in a situation where heaven and man were at war. A short maid with a sword was as cold as ice. She took a step forward and waved a sword flower, as if to remind this young man who was said to be the descendant of Wenquxing by the scholars of Yuxuan Kingdom.
Ma Che, give it a try?! Ma Che was startled. He no longer dared to think of murder and silence. He ran straight to the two brothers Ma Chuan and Ma Bi, holding the priceless inkstone, and the young man raised his arms high.
, trembling, the few inscriptions engraved on the ancient inkstone seemed to be swaying accordingly.
The two comrades with bulging veins on their necks could only stare at the helpless young man with murderous eyes since they could neither speak nor move their hands and feet.
Ma Che suddenly burst into tears and murmured: "I can't do it, I can't do it...Don't force me, don't force me anymore."
Chen Ping'an sat back on the steps, holding the pine needle in his hand, making a fist lightly, beating his chest, and said with a smile: "Siblings can kill each other, it's shocking and heartbreaking."
A strange vision arose. The maid Qiu Yun stretched out her arm towards the study room and grabbed a long sword nailed into the wall. Her body was as light as a dragonfly touching water. She suddenly came behind Ma Che and stabbed straight out with a sword.
, stabbed the young man to death.
Ma Che looked down blankly, half of the sword protruding from his chest, and there was no trace of blood on the slightly curved sharp sword tip.
Qiu Yun, a maid in green clothes, had her head swayed to a certain extent as if hit on the temple on one side of her head. This woman, who seemed to have sacrificed her life for the man she loved, died on the spot and fell to the ground.
Before her delicate body fell to the ground, she looked deeply at her lover.
Chen Ping'an drew his fingers together, and the long sword that penetrated Ma Che turned around and re-nailed it into the study wall. The long golden sword spike fell toward the ground and fell gently.
Ma Che seemed to be completely aroused by this sword to anger and hatred. After realizing that he had received a sword but felt no pain, he did not bother to delve into the reason, his eyes were red, he grabbed Na Ma Chuan's head and went to the maidservant in blue.
He dragged Ma Chuan away, then threw Ma Chuan to the ground. He made the latter look into the face of the wretched servant, raised the heavy inkstone in his hand that was inscribed with ancient sage words, and hit Ma Chuan hard on the neck.
, hit him again and again, and soon the latter's bones were shattered. The crazy young man looked ferocious, and began to use the porcelain in his hand to grind off the flesh and blood of Machuan...
In the past, the swordsman killed people, no matter how good his sword was, or whether he used pine needles as a pocket flying sword, it was too fast.
The horrific scene in front of me was a veritable act of cutting flesh with a blunt knife.
Ma Bi watched all this with his heart pounding and his liver and gallbladder bursting. He had always felt that killing people was the most satisfying thing, so he was not only afraid of death, but also afraid of this way of death.
Crazy, everyone seems to be crazy.
The young man, whose body was splattered with blood, stood up and walked step by step towards Ma Bi, who was standing there helplessly waiting to die.
In the courtyard, some maids in green clothes had almost vomited all the bitter bile water. They raised their heads one after another and looked at the sword fairy in green clothes with a focused but indifferent expression on the other side of the steps.
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At the roadside wine shop in Zheyao Mountain, Pei Qian sat down and asked directly: "Why did you call me here this time?"
It's better to get down to business first and then talk about old times.
Liu Xianyang always had a good manner of sitting down. He put one foot on the bench, shook the bowl, and said with a smile: "It's Gu Can's intention to call you to help out. If you just follow my idea, there is no need to mobilize so many troops.
Otherwise, it would be too shameful for the Ma family in Yongjia County. They don’t have an Ascended Realm person in charge of their house. As for Gu Can, he is worried that if your master is in Ma’s house, someone who fails to hold back will go crazy and cause a scene like Jianghu.
The tragedy in the novel was about killing people and eradicating the roots. Not to mention the people, even the chickens and ducks that could lay eggs in the Ma family were slaughtered, and maybe even the chickens and ducks eggs picked up in the kitchen were shaken to pieces.
Here you go."
Pei Qian laughed dumbly. How could the master do such a thing? But Liu Xianyang and Gu Can were sitting here today, which still made Pei Qian feel comfortable, and he toasted them with a bowl of wine.
Gu Can picked up the wine bowl, took a long sip, and said, "I never said that."
Then Gu Can added, "But that's what I really think."
Liu Xianyang said: "So Gu Can is worried that the two of us can't stop Chen Ping'an. With you here, maybe Chen Ping'an will care about his identity and want to maintain Master's face and be a good person with you, so as not to kill Hong Hong there.
Eye-catching."
Pei Qian hesitated for a moment, then said honestly: "Then you have found the wrong person. I will not stop Master from doing anything. I will only go to the chicken coop and duck pen to help pick up eggs to see if any fish have slipped through the net."
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Liu Xianyang choked for a moment and looked sideways at Gu Can, is this the helper you found?
Gu Can was so happy that she was indeed right about Pei Qian, she was very much to his liking.
Up and down the mountain, walking alone in the rivers and lakes, you can provoke me, but I don't care, because Pei Qian is the master's first disciple and comes from Luopo Mountain.
But if you dare to provoke my master, then Pei Qian is the first disciple of my master. You can also try the punches that were given to me on the second floor of the Bamboo Tower.
Liu Xianyang smiled and asked: "Little slug, do you know what your greatest advantage is?"
Gu Can said: "My biggest advantage is that I know that I have many shortcomings."
Liu Xianyang drank the wine as soon as the words came to his lips.
Gu Lingyan, who was sitting by the brazier, couldn't help but smile. She had already taken off her boots and brocade socks, revealing a pair of slender feet like mutton-fat jade. The insteps were slightly raised, and the feet were like crescent moons.
It was very interesting to listen to them chatting.
Gu Can picked up the bowl and took a sip of Zhenyaoshan's Panwanxianjiang. As if he was no longer too lazy to use the means of expressing his feelings, he slowly said: "Everyone who has seen Ma Kuxuan with their own eyes says that Ma Kuxuan is domineering and has no words or deeds."
Don't worry about the consequences of anything you do. In fact, this guy is not as popular as the outside world who only cultivates his strength but not his heart. Ma Kuxuan can achieve the great achievements he has today because of his own genius and academic ability."
Liu Xianyang chuckled, you little slug is the same as that Ma Kuxuan, and they know each other best when they are in the same industry, so Gu Can's point of view is still valid when talking about this.
Of course Gu Can knew what Liu Xianyang meant and just didn't take it seriously. Liu Xianyang was not a person who could hide his words. What he wanted to say was shown on his face.
Pei Qian was actually very curious about the way her master got along with Sect Master Liu and Gu Can when she was still little Heitan.
Master and Gu Can, when they meet again after walking out of Shujian Lake, will they really not have any grudges, will they really not drift apart, and will they have nothing to talk about even if they meet?
If Master were not present, Liu Xianyang and Gu Can were really close friends who shared weal and woe. Would one of them be putting on airs and the other be a dull gourd?
Last time at the Jiuhua Ferry in Qingxing Country, I accompanied my master and had a chance encounter with Gu Can and the others. We went upstairs to drink. It seemed okay?
I saw Liu Xianyang and Gu Can drinking at the same table this time, and they seemed to be fine?
Because of Pei Qian's appearance, Song Wu, the Goddess of the Mountain, no longer felt comfortable or dared to sit at a table alone and drink. Instead, she took the initiative to resume her status as the shopkeeper and stood at the counter, waiting for the guests to refill their glasses.
Song Wei is not stupid. Those two men and one woman, since the person waiting here is the Grand Master Pei Qian, and the posture shown by Pei Qian even seems to be showing off as a junior, then they must not be ordinary monks, especially at that time.
When the young man in scholar's shirt talked about Ma Kuxuan, his expression was as indifferent as if he casually mentioned a mountain qigong practitioner. As a local mountain god, Song Fu often walked around the market and was most familiar with the ways of the world. She listened to that
As the young man in Confucian shirt spoke, he carefully observed the eyes and expressions of the tall man at the same table and the female cultivator by the brazier, trying to draw more conclusions from the subtle changes, but the results he came up with made Song Wei even more frightened. Hearing Ma Ma
The name Kuxuan is like drinking fresh water to them.
Gu Can continued: "Ma Kuxuan once deliberately provoked Qiangyue, Chunqing and Xu Bai, one of the ten young people in the world, and two of them were among the ten candidates. This was a kind of temptation by Ma Kuxuan.
, Wanting to use this to determine where the upper and lower limits of Chen Ping'an's strength are, Ma Kuxuan wanted to find out, and finally came to a rough conclusion that would give him confidence."
Liu Xianyang rubbed his chin, "Xinghua Lane Ma Fool, why don't you just come to me, a fellow countryman, to discuss and learn from each other?"
Gu Can laughed and said: "Don't talk about the world, you are not even on the list of the ten young people in Aquarius Continent, why are you looking for me?"
Liu Xianyang said angrily: "If I hadn't been just forty-one years old and missed the age requirement for this list, otherwise how could I not be there? The first name on the list shouldn't be Liu?!"
Gu Can said: "If you have the guts, don't argue with me. The person who is in charge of this list is Tian Wan from Zhengyang Mountain Cornus Peak. You can go and reason with her."
Zou Zi, who had ulterior motives at the time, selected several top ten young people in the world and ten candidates. Since each of the two lists has an eleventh person, there are a total of twenty-two people on the list.
Ning Yao, Fei Ran, and Cao Ci are all among the ten young people. The last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall is at the bottom.
The list at that time did not give Chen Pingan's name, but only introduced the realm cultivation of the young Yin Guan, a Nascent Soul realm sword cultivator, and a mountain top realm martial artist.
This makes the young hidden official who is shrouded in mist seem a bit like a gatekeeper. It seems that no matter who he is, as long as he beats Chen Shiyi, he has the strength to be on the list.
Among the ten candidates, there are Ma Kuxuan from Zhenwu Mountain in Aquarius Continent, Xu Bai from Middle Earth Divine Continent, and Chun Qing from Zhuhai Cave Sky.
Ma Kuxuan's trouble with Qiangyue before was not actually a fight, because Qiangyue took the initiative to admit defeat. When it comes to escape methods, Qiangyue is indeed not weak.
But Xu Bai didn't have such good luck. Even though he didn't want to conflict with Ma Kuxuan at all, Ma Kuxuan didn't give Xu Bai a chance to avoid his edge.
Among the three, only Chunqing seriously competed with Ma Kuxuan. At the same time, Ma Kuxuan was also the most concerned about this fight, just because Chunqing, as the only direct descendant of Mrs. Qingshenshan, was the master of Taoism.
Lu is most like Chen Pingan.
After all, there are as many as four martial arts masters who have traveled to the Bamboo Sea Cave and taught Chunqing boxing.
In fact, from the beginning to the end of this competition, he steadily suppressed the highly skilled Ma Kuxuan. In the end, he gave his defeated general an evaluation that was not even an evaluation.
The general meaning is "well-intentioned advice": Chunqing should not learn boxing in the future. He is not worthy of carrying shoes for that surnamed Chen. It is better to concentrate on practicing Taoism.
Those words that were really just nonsense made Song Wei's head lower and lower again.
Because she finally confirmed the shocking identities of those two men.
The second sect leader of Longquan Sword Sect, swordsman Liu Xianyang. Gu Can of Lizhudong Tianniping Lane, the direct disciple of Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City.
They are from the same hometown as Ma Kuxuan, who was born in Xinghua Lane.
Yes.
Only the proud people like them can mention Ma Kuxuan so calmly. The kind of carelessness that comes from the bottom of his heart, there is no need to pretend or pretend to be undisciplined.
Liu Xianyang asked casually: "You once fought side by side with them. In your opinion, what are the levels of Chunqing and Xu Bai?"
Gu Can took a sip of his drink and said, "Xu Bai's shortcoming is that he is not ruthless in fighting with others, so his realm should be treated at a lower level. His strength is strategizing. Generals and generals are what Xu Tiansheng is good at. On the battlefield
If Xu Bai controls his troops, he will become extremely hard-hearted. One-on-one, if Xu Bai confronts me, he will definitely die."
"Chunqing has learned a lot, and her talent is indeed good. Among the ten young people and the ten candidates, she is the youngest. It is not without reason. Now Chunqing is only in her twenties. As a pure martial artist, after a wild battle, she is estimated to be
She will soon break the bottleneck of Yuanyou realm, boxing and martial arts, and is proficient in eighteen kinds of weapons. As a Qi practitioner, she has long been the bottleneck of Nascent Soul realm. She can handle five elements, thunder magic talisman, mechanism formation, Fuji to bring the true, and control ghosts.
She is proficient in the command of gods, hunting and killing, hiding and escaping, and there is a lot of room for growth. Her advantage should be that after reaching the Ascension Realm, Chunqing will most likely become a strong Ascension with both offense and defense, and a great achievement.
Gao Yexiu Qingmi is similar to my aunt Han Qiao who came out of Baidi City. I estimate that the Huolong Zhenren in Luzhou, Beiju, will be the ultimate height of Chunqing's future avenue. If Chunqing continues
With the additional identity of a sword cultivator, she can be regarded as Chen Ping'an from Lao Cishan."
Liu Xianyang couldn't help but laugh. If it hadn't been for this last extremely hurtful comment, I would have really believed you, Gu Can.
The implication of the little slug is that Chun Qing does look a lot like Chen Pingan, but after all, compared to the "authentic", she is just a poorly made imitation porcelain, left in their hometown.
It can only be smashed into pieces and thrown into Lao Porcelain Mountain.
When Chen Pingan asked Jian Zhengyang Mountain before, Ma Kuxuan was actually watching nearby. Yu Shiwu even said that this was Ma Kuxuan's only chance.
Later, when the news of Chen Ping'an's inscription on the city came to Haoran, Ma Kuxuan was even more confused.
Liu Xianyang asked curiously: "Did you place chess pieces in Ma Mansion, Yongjia County?"
"Being idle is also idle, you have to find something to do."
Gu Can nodded and said: "I was worried that I might alert the enemy, so I didn't dare to put in too many nails. Back and forth, I only threw in three nails in total. One of them was pulled out a few years ago. He is an old man from the sea-viewing realm who is rotten in body and spirit. The monk accidentally exposed the clues, so Shen Ke personally destroyed the corpse and eliminated the traces soon. As the reward agreed by both parties, his two direct disciples are now considered prosperous. I found them for each of them. I got a preacher from Baidi City, and all of them were worshiped anonymously by Baidi City, so I even doubted whether this person wanted to die on purpose, because according to the terms I signed with him at the beginning, if he accidentally died in Ma's house , his two disciples will make the biggest profit. If I do fair business with anyone in the future, I have to make up for this loophole."
"There is another one who has been completely marginalized. He worked as a waiter at Ma's Xianjia Inn earlier and did well, but he failed to send out any useful information. Now he is in charge of Ma's small bank account number. The last one left is also negligible. It is only kept because she is not a Qi practitioner. It has nothing to do with whether she is smart or not. Now she is just the concubine of a descendant of the Ma family. It is said to be a concubine. , but she couldn't even enter the side door of Ma's house, so she could only be kept outside, blowing pillows and talking nonsense. But in a few years, she would be old and lose her favor. It’s even more useless.”
When Gu Can said this, he shook his head and said: "Even if the nails are hidden deep, they are still there. With the Ma family's great background, if you step on these nails dropped on the ground, you will probably not get hurt. After all, it would be too stupid for me to watch it myself."
Over at the counter, Song Fu was frightened and frightened when he heard this, and his beauty turned pale. Oh, you gentlemen, you speak with your heart.
Now she is worried about whether she will also end up being "destroyed".
Drinking wine from my shop, but ended up giving me a bowl of rice?
You guys are too bullying.
Pei Qian intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the Mountain Goddess, the state of mind of the gods of mountains and rivers in the world. In fact, it is relatively boring and relatively the same. Most of them are temples and golden statues surrounded by incense. The only difference is the amount of incense, the height of the golden statue, and the essence. Level. As for the city gods at all levels, it is probably because of the blockage of yin and yang, the darkness and the different roads. Even a county god with the lowest rank, even Pei Qian, cannot see the true inner scene.
Liu Xianyang was greatly disappointed when he heard Gu Can's plan, and complained: "That's it?"
Gu Can sneered: "Otherwise?"
How simple do you think it is to place chess pieces, train dead soldiers, and beware of spies turning into traitors?
Liu Xianyang said angrily: "I thought the nails you threw in could have a chair to sit on in the Ma family's ancestral hall."
Gu Can said: "Why don't you say that Ma Yan and Qin Zheng are the nails I planted around Ma Kuxuan?"
Liu Xianyang's eyes lit up, and he could sit and talk without pain in his back. "Gu Can, just chat with me and you will start to understand. I think this method is really good and feasible. You can work hard in this general direction in the future."
Gu Can spat directly in Liu Xianyang's direction, and Liu Xianyang avoided it by tilting his head. Instead of being angry, he quickly drank a bowl of wine, picked up the empty bowl, and continued to provoke Gu Can, "What a hidden weapon, come again, see if I can do it."
It’s a bit disgusting to take a big bowl and drink it all in one gulp, Miss Gu?”
Pei Qian grinned.
Gu Lingyan, who was sitting alone by the brazier, held it in again and again, but still couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing, "As long as my young master has no objection, of course I don't mind."
Gu Can sarcastically said: "Those Ma family disciples are all empty-minded wine sacks and rice sacks. They are not even qualified to be chess pieces. They only focus on practicing swordsmanship. Uncle Liu, you can think about it yourself and tell me. I won't let any of them be in Baoping."
What should we do about the people in Asia?”
Liu Xianyang said confidently: "I remind you to talk to me carefully. This kind of shady business, if I am not in a good mood, I will leak it to Chen Pingan."
Gu Can is afraid of Chen Ping'an, and Chen Ping'an is afraid of himself. This is called brine and tofu, and one thing is reduced.
There is absolutely no need for me, Uncle Liu, to compete with a little slug. He is two different realms away.
Liu Xianyang stood up and said lazily: "I've finished drinking, it's time to get down to business."
Gu Can did not stand up, but frowned and said, "Where are you going and what are you doing?"
Liu Xianyang rolled his eyes and said: "You are the one who talks the most nonsense. It's your old habit. Learn from Chen Ping'an and just follow Uncle Liu's butt to enjoy the good things."
Gu Can shook his head and said, "If you don't speak clearly, I'll stay here anyway."
Damn it, I made a mistake, Chen Pingan doesn’t dare to say anything to you, what should I do?
Previously in Luopo Mountain, I kindly wanted to go to Tongyezhou to help. Listen to what he said. Why don't you teach me that I am too idle and an immortal?
Liu Xianyang's demeanor changed completely, and he said calmly: "The three of you go to the Chenghuang Temple in the capital, and I will go to the Yuxuan Palace."
Pei Qian had already stood up, holding a green bamboo stick in his hand, and asked: "Sect Leader Liu, I want to go to the Qintian Prison alone."
Liu Xianyang thought for a while and nodded: "Of course, remember to change your appearance. If you really want to take action, don't hesitate. If anything happens, your master will take care of it for you."
When Gu Can stood up, her real name was Gu Lingyan, Ziwu Meng, she immediately put on her socks and shoes and stood up.
Liu Xianyang glanced at the Mountain Goddess, smiled and said, "How do you say that?"
Song Wei gritted his teeth and said, "The wine shop is closed today and there are no customers."
Liu Xianyang asked: "What if Changshan God asked you personally?"
Song Wei was speechless. She really didn't dare to make any guarantees. After all, she was a little mountain god who depended on others, and Zheyao Mountain was under the direct jurisdiction of Lujiao Mountain.
Liu Xianyang smiled and said: "If this happens, then tell the truth. Remember to send a message to Chang Fenghan at the end. Whoever dares to wear small shoes in Lujiao Mountain will make the Mountain God Mansion the second official palace."
Yangshan’s first line of peaks.”
Liu Xianyang put on his bamboo hat and didn't hurry. He thought about it for a while and said slowly: "With a slight change, Gu Can goes to the palace, Pei Qian goes to the Chenghuang Temple in the capital, and Gu Lingyan goes to the Qintian Prison. I'll work harder and take a longer journey.
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Gu Can said: "You are not suitable, you should change it to me."
Liu Xianyang stretched out his hand to hold Gu Can's head, looked forward, and said with a bright smile: "It doesn't make sense, among the three of us, you are the youngest."
Gu Can reached out and slapped Liu Xianyang's hand away without saying anything, thus agreeing to Liu Xianyang's proposal.
The wine flag was standing sideways, it was still raining heavily outside, and the road was muddy.
Liu Xianyang said softly: "Gu Can, friends have many bad habits, but they are still friends."
"But one thing is very different between me and Chen Ping'an. I only advise my friends once, and forget it if they don't listen."
"Have you always wanted to ask me, what would you have done if I had gone to Shujian Lake first? Let me tell you the truth. I will advise you to stop. If you don't listen, I will retreat far away from Shujian Lake and wait.
After hearing the news that you were beaten to death, I will help you take revenge and kill the person who beat you to death, that's all."
Gu Can smiled and said, "It's already much better than the answer I imagined."
Liu Xianyang held up his bamboo hat and said with a smile: "Little slug, there is still a long way to go. No matter how successful the three of us are in the future, you will be the youngest after all. It's hard to say whether you will make a profit or a loss. I only ask you to promise one thing.
, don’t provoke me, it’s not that I will be embarrassed. I won’t feel embarrassed at all. The only one who is embarrassed is Chen Pingan. Besides, if you don’t deal with Chen Pingan, I will definitely help him. If I have a conflict with Chen Pingan,
You must help him, and things will become easier, can you understand?"
Gu Can nodded and said, "Understand and accept."
Liu Xianyang put on his raincoat again, broke through the rain curtain, turned into a rainbow and left in the wind.
Gu Lingyan asked curiously: "Where is he going?"
Gu Can put on the bamboo hat, tied up his raincoat and remained silent.
Pei Qian helped give the answer, "Zhenwu Mountain Patriarch Hall."
Gu Lingxuan sighed quietly, feeling complicated. In fact, she still couldn't understand how Gu Can, Chen Ping'an, and Liu Xianyang could become friends and remain friends if their personalities were so different.
No wonder Gu Can said it was inappropriate. No matter what, Liu Xianyang was the current head of the Longquan Sword Sect, and Fengxue Temple, half of the natal family of the Longquan Sword Sect, and Zhenwu Mountain were both the ancestral homes of the Aoping Continent military family.
Gu Can said: "Pei Qian, you don't actually know the real Chen Pingan. I have been close to and afraid of him since I was a child. So with Liu Xianyang, it seems that I listen to him in everything."
For some reason, when Gu Lingyan heard such a commonplace statement with a plain tone, her hair stood on end.
Even far more than drinking at the same table with the young hermit official, Ziwu Meng, one of the Wild Ten Heavenly Stems monks, felt even more uncomfortable.
Pei Qian hesitated to speak, but in the end she did not ask.
No matter what kind of person Gu Can and Liu Xianyang think of Master, Master is Master.
"Will there be a reflection in Luoluo Mountain?"
Gu Can said these strange words first, and then said with a bright smile: "Actually, it's nothing, Chen Pingan is Chen Pingan."
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Somewhere in Ma Mansion, there was a decrepit old man sitting under the eaves of a shabby house. He was a loser in his hometown. He had moved here with his family over the years and had not been able to get much credit. Now,
The old man leaned on crutches with both hands and told a young man beside him stories about his hometown. The old man said that he was a good porcelain maker at the Golden Goose Kiln, where our family made its fortune, and had the same surname as Mu Ping Xiang.
Chen's young master has learned a lot of real skills.
The young man smiled and said that this is called a master. The old man nodded and said that this is the truth. If he had known better, he would not have skipped classes when he was a child. He should have read more books at school.
The old man slowly turned his head and looked at a young man who seemed to be hiding from the rain under the eaves of his house. Looking at the other man's profile, the old man opened his eyes as much as possible and murmured: "Young man, are you Chen Quan's son?
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The young man wearing a golden crown and a green gauze robe turned his head and asked with a smile: "How did the old gentleman see it?"
The old man smiled and said: "They don't look alike, but they look very similar. My grandson often tells me that the words in the book are called expressions."
Chen Ping'an glanced at the young man, nodded and said: "Although the family who accumulates good deeds is poor, the children and grandchildren in the family will be late."
The old man asked: "Why did you come to a place like this?"
Some things back then, the more I think about them, the more they reveal a sinister tone. The old man was still young and strong at that time, and his surname was Ma, so he didn't dare to say anything. Over the years, he has kept it in his heart, but it's hard to say that he has anything.
It's so uncomfortable, but it's just a little bit uncomfortable. Since there are gods flying in the clouds and mists in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, and there are several City God temples that are said to be responsible for settling accounts after people die, the old man is a little worried.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Junior speaks directly, old gentleman, don't be angry. After walking around, it seems that there are more than 100 Ma family members and three connected mansions. This is a clean place where you can stay without dirtying your shoes."
The old man sighed, it was not easy to talk like this.
The young man asked: "Are you a Taoist?"
Chen Ping'an said: "You can say that."
The young man asked doubtfully: "What are you doing here?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The story comes up again, let's settle an old score here."
The young man wanted to ask more, but the old man coughed a few times, and the young man quickly patted his grandfather's back.
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Do you like watching theater or listening to books?"
The cleanly dressed young man nodded, "I like them all, but not often."
"Other people's stories are like life, and all the joys and sorrows are just written articles. You don't need to take them too seriously. Just read them."
Chen Ping'an then stretched his hand towards the young man's forehead, and the latter saw the landscape paintings one after another as if he had opened his eyes.
Qiu Yun, a heroine who was the leader of a martial arts sect, left her sect and traveled around the martial arts world for several years with a sword. She passed by a dilapidated temple at night. She had personally experienced too many supernatural anecdotes. She stayed here for the night and did not think anything of it.
Suddenly, when he entered the temple where incense had been neglected for many years, he saw an old covenant lying on the incense table. The woman's oath was in bright color, but the text of the man's oath to each other was in a withered color. This made Qiu Yun immediately feel resentful.
, she was the most disrespectful person in her life. She remembered the surnames and origins of the two parties who swore an oath in the temple, turned around and left the place, and first found the burial place of the poor woman who died of vomiting blood. Qiuyun immediately stood next to the coffin and promised to help her kill the man.
He brought the heartless and unjust heartless man's head here to pay homage to her soul in heaven. After that, Qiuyun galloped all the way, day and night, to find out the news. He went straight to the capital and found the tall mansion decorated with lights. It turned out that
The man was named on the gold medal list and had just married the daughter of a great scholar of the time. On the busy street, the heroine Qiu Yun jumped on her horse with her sword in hand, passed through several doors of the mansion, rushed forward, and came to a house filled with distinguished figures of meritorious service in a country.
Sitting in the noisy worship hall, she leaned down skillfully, and the groom cut off his head with a sword, and then used the tip of the sword to take off the red hijab of the married woman, covering the bloody head, Qiu Yun turned over
She dismounted, casually wrapped it up, tucked it under her arm, remounted, and galloped out. She returned to the place where the corpse was buried, uncovered the red hijab, and threw the blood-dried head to the ground, the dead groom's head.
Rolling on the ground for a while, when Qiu Yun recognized the man's face, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She slapped open the coffin board and looked down. The body of the woman lying inside turned out to be the visiting woman who had been glimpsed in the capital earlier.
, Qiuyun, who had a splitting headache, squatted on the ground and held her head with both hands. The next moment, when she finally returned to normal, she found herself kneeling in front of the church. Through the gap in the red hijab, she could see from the corner of her eye that she had finally come to the church to get married. Soon
The man she likes is about to enter the bridal chamber. Her father is a great scholar of the time, and he is looking for a son-in-law for her. They spend time together and have sex with each other. He once said that there is a resentful woman in his hometown who has been pestering him for many years. She
The family was domineering in the local area and had been trying to get him to marry him. What should we do? She believed it and comforted such crazy women by saying that they had no upbringing and no family education at all. You don’t need to pay attention to Ma Lang at all...
...There was a burst of noisy exclamations from behind her. She quickly turned around and lifted up her red hijab. She saw an unstoppable horse leading the way. There was an ancient-looking hero riding straight towards this place. Immediately, the heroic man with halberd beard and fist hair,
Drawing the knife and leaning forward, without saying a word, he chopped off the head of the husband next to her. The hero turned the horse's head, riding one person at a time, coming and going even more hurriedly. With a loud word, he killed the thief who had betrayed his heart.
A splendid royal palace, Ma Bi, who had just been granted the title of Duke for his military achievements. As the youngest prince with a foreign surname in the country, Ma Bi took off his armor after practicing sword skills in the martial arts field, and threw it to the family nearby for worship.
The martial arts master in the palace was said to be enshrined by the inner court, but in fact he was just the eagle dog of the imperial court. Ma Bi walked towards his residence. Along the way, there were slaves and maids who fell to their knees when they met him. When he walked to the small bridge and flowing water, Ma Bi saw his brother.
Standing on the white jade bridge shaped like a white rainbow, with his back to himself, he held a porcelain jar filled with bait and threw it into the pool. The plump koi carps clustered together surged around, and Ma Bi walked onto the stone bridge.
, laughed loudly and called brother. Ma Bi planned to tell this poor brother who had been weak since he was a child that he would soon be able to help him earn an official position. He would work as an errand at the Honglu Temple. His status was noble and his majesty had already
Agreeing to this matter. Ma Bi's scalp went numb for a moment. The prince of a country who had killed many people during his military career stopped and did not dare to take a step forward. He saw his brother slowly turning his head, with blood oozing from his orifices.
, his lips moved slightly, as if there were maggots flipping around like a fish under the bridge. The brother, who was like a zombie, waved to Ma Bi and said, "You are here too."
Queen Mabicang retreated, retreating again and again, only to see a white jade arch bridge, which turned out to be made of piles of white bones.
The lower half of his brother Ma Chuan's body was melted into the dense pile of corpses. Only his head and half of his body were left. He slowly "swam" towards Ma Bi, speaking incomprehensible words while maggots fell from his mouth.
On the ground. At this moment, another white and tender arm was wrapped around Ma Bi's neck from behind. It was a very familiar but unfamiliar soft voice, "Brother-in-law, it's time to go to bed."
In a rural village filled with smoke, the two brothers have a harmonious relationship. Each has a family. One works as a mountain climber and the other fishes for a living. They both have enough food and clothing. Their children have reached the age of enlightenment. There are burning clouds floating in the sky.
Like blazing brocade, they occasionally go to the county temple fair, their wives are good at running the household, and occasionally in the eyes of the cloth shop owner with disgust, they muster up the courage to sneak in and pinch the silky satin, but they
They always said it was too expensive, so they didn't buy it. The two brothers met for a drink today and watched the children playing and playing. The two women were busy in the kitchen, and Ma Chuan and Ma Bi chatted about the recent harvest.
, suddenly a sound of horseshoes became more and more rapid, trampling the tranquility of the countryside. In an instant, a white-feathered arrow shot through the air, nailed directly into Ma Chuan's cheek from the side, and penetrated the strong man's mouth on the spot.
Bi's eyes widened, and he saw a few young men with unusually gorgeous armor. Almost all of them carried swords and bows on their backs. There was also a burly man with a spear, standing at the back of the team, looking coldly at the unarmed Ma Bi.
There were cheers one after another, but the man who drew the bow and shot the arrow laughed and cursed. He picked up an arrow from the quiver again, drew the bow like a full moon, and with a bang, another powerful and heavy arrow penetrated Machuan's body in an instant.
The terrifying force on his neck pulled the strong young man from the country back, causing him to fall to the ground. A pool of blood slowly spread out. The long bow in the noble prince's hand buzzed, and he saw
The dead farmer nodded to himself and seemed quite satisfied.
Ma Bi, who was sitting on the bench, stared blankly at the familiar face on the horse. Wasn't he just looking at his brother Ma Chuan, who was a few years younger? Why did his brother want to kill him?
Another horse galloped over, followed by several elite retinues. He glanced at the two women who ran out of the kitchen and said with a smile: "They are not even considered vulgar, let's kill them."
This young man, who was short in stature but clad in armor like a monarch, slightly raised the iron gun in his hand and pointed it at the man under the eaves, "This belongs to me, and the rest is up to you."
The mount was handsome, and with a skillful charge, the young knight stabbed the horse through the head with one shot, then twisted his wrist and threw the body aside.
Before Ma Bi died, he just wondered why the gangster on horseback looked like him. He was just unwilling. What would happen to his wife and children after he died?
There was a burst of thunder, and Ma Bi was instantly awakened. He shook his head, sat up, and touched his sweaty head. Fortunately, it was a dream, but this nightmare was too strange and too permeable.
There was heavy rain outside the window, raindrops the size of soybeans, and cries could be heard outside the house. Ma Bi hurriedly put on his clothes and got up, only to see torches lighting up the entire house, and a group of vigorous figures wearing night clothes, with shining blades, entered
The house, regardless of the reason, just kills everyone on sight without asking for the reason. The women in the house will end up worse than death. The white-haired Ma Bi is filled with grief in his heart. Is the white-haired man giving away the black-haired woman? Why is this so?
, why is this so? The old man suddenly turned his head and saw a frail and disheveled woman on the other side of the embroidery building. She was waiting in her boudoir, and she fell from the building and floated like a fallen leaf.
Ma Chuan frowned and huddled in the corner on the kang, sighing. It was freezing and snowing outside, and he was wrapped in an old mink fur. His family looked like they were bare, and there was a dim oil lamp on the table.
, glowing with a pale yellow light, a woman was mending rags under the lamp. Fortunately, there were some unusual and sumptuous dishes on the table, which were very inconsistent with his family background. The wife earned her money by working as an embroiderer for a wealthy family.
He often entertained local officials and gentry, held big banquets at home, and gave her some leftover food to take home. After all, he, Ma Chuan, was a school master with a reputation as a child, and he was too high-spirited to eat this kind of food that was like charity.
, What's more... He glanced at the woman coldly, not to mention that in name she was the embroiderer of that wealthy family, but in fact she was the same as that bad old man in his sixties.
The tongue is even worse. It is said that there will soon be a free prostitution house over there. Sensing the man's gaze, the woman stared at him, bit her lip, and bowed her head again without saying a word.
The wind and snow were blowing outside, and the fish and meat dishes on the table had long been cold. The woman named Qiu Yun turned her head sideways, tears falling down her cheeks, and her heart seemed to be a little colder.
The woman turned her back to the man, raised her arms, wiped her tears, and said softly, "Husband, Mr. Zhao wants to invite you to be a private school teacher. If you are not willing, I will refuse tomorrow."
Ma Chuan's eyes lit up, he coughed a few times, moved to the edge of the bed, put down his legs, put his toes into a pair of shriveled cotton shoes that were as cold as ice picks, trembled, and slowly said: "Either get a meritorious service and honor your ancestors, or open a school
Schooling, teaching, teaching, and solving doubts are all serious jobs for us scholars. By the way, Qiuyun, Master Zhao, did you tell me what the price is?"
The woman whispered: "The monthly salary is eight silver coins, and if there are holidays, there will be extra red envelopes."
Ma Chuan smiled so hard that his whole face was almost distorted, but his voice remained steady and he hummed in a low voice, "It's not bad, it's okay."
When he arrived at the table, Ma Chuan looked at several pots of raw and cold fish and sighed: "I just don't know how my brother, who has been fond of dancing with guns and sticks since he was young, is doing well in the frontier army. If he can really become an official,
Even if he holds a half-job position, he has never been ashamed of his ancestors."
The woman's eyes were lowered, remembering some old events, and she blushed slightly. Her face under the lamp added a bit of beauty.
Ma Chuan chewed the fish that was hard to swallow, but still had a good taste. He suddenly smiled and said: "Hey, the surnames of our two brothers are national surnames. When I go out, no matter who I meet, I don't want to say 'free of charge'
'Two words."
Today, Ma Che is recognized as the Taiping Emperor. When he was young, he governed the country diligently. When he reached middle age, he began to pursue pleasure. However, all civil servants and military generals in a country are talented. Not long ago, there was a great victory at the border. His Majesty the Emperor just conferred the title of Confession to a man with outstanding achievements.
The general of the military general was the prince, and he gave a young girl as the female champion. With no external troubles or internal worries, he became more and more dissolute. Except for the queen, who was about the same age as him, she was just a decoration. Since he ascended the throne at a young age,
All the concubines in the palace are women, who prostitute themselves during the day and flirt with each other. On this day, the Queen summoned a group of concubines, and the Emperor, who had been waiting for a long time, used a jade pole to whisk the dust and gently
Lifting up the curtain, I saw those middle-aged beauties of various shapes. The only exception was the female champion among them. His Majesty the Emperor smiled and said, sisters, you can take off your clothes. Women are no strangers to this. Some are forced to smile, and some are charming.
The only one who was flattered was the girl who stared at His Majesty the Emperor. Her face was filled with bewilderment and her face was red. But for some reason, she could not speak. The girl was filled with grief and anger. She pointed her hand at His Majesty the Emperor, and then pointed at herself, babbling.
Unable to speak. His Majesty the Emperor was very interested and laughed endlessly. He walked quickly towards the beautiful girl and made an exception for her today. After a storm, when the middle-aged Emperor fell asleep, the girl reached out and pinched the Emperor's arm.
neck, directly strangled her to death, and then she hanged herself.
Death is like a deep sleep. Emperor Ma Che suddenly woke up. He was holding a mirror in his hand and found that he had the face of a girl. He was so frightened that he smashed the mirror on the ground. The next moment, she came to the palace and looked around in confusion. Except for that
The empress, who looked old and absent-minded, and a group of concubines with different expressions, His Majesty the Emperor, or the female champion, just watched helplessly as the curtain was gently lifted with a whisk.
In Ma Mansion, Yongjia County, Ma Yan helped Qin Zheng back to his residence and saw the old woman waiting at the door. The couple took some reassurance.
Ma Yan said softly: "Why didn't Madam Pu stop that man from committing murder? Even three flying sword messages were stopped by that guy."
The old woman smiled from the bottom of her heart and said: "The master of the house didn't know something, and I was prepared for it. In fact, I sent a total of six secret letters, first and second, and the ones that were intercepted were only the flying sword messages in the open."
Ma Yan immediately looked happy and breathed a sigh of relief, but Qin Zheng quickly glanced at the old woman named Pu Liu, but she didn't say anything.
The old woman looked gloomy, snorted coldly, and complained: "Mrs. Qin, if I had known earlier that the enemy that your Ma family provoked was that person, I would have left Yuxuan Kingdom long ago! Let alone Yuxuan Kingdom, Aquarius Continent would not dare to
treat!"
Qin Zheng apologized, then took out a bunch of keys that he had always carried with him from his sleeve, and asked Ma Yan to open the door of the secret room and go down the stairs. The walls were embedded with luminous beads for lighting along the way, and there were many restrictions. Finally, he came to a
In a place with beautiful scenery and caves, she first applied the plaster bought from Yang's Pharmacy, and her soul stabilized instantly, and the pain in her heart disappeared instantly. Then she asked the old woman to use the mountain magic, and she finally regained the severed wrist.
, in an instant, the white bones and raw flesh were clearly visible to both eyes, but the scars were still obvious. Qin Zheng bravely twisted her wrist, she took a long breath, and Ma Yan asked in a trembling voice: "This guy talks arrogant words, as soon as we meet
He said he wanted to kill us more than 40 times, but now he refuses to kill us and still allows us to come here, what do we want to do?"
The old woman sighed, "The monks at the top of the mountain have ruthless Taoism and unpredictable minds."
Ma Yan complained a little: "Mrs. Pu is an accomplished land immortal, but she still has no power to resist this person?"
The old woman smiled bitterly and said: "Cultivating Taoism on the mountain has always been separated by mountains. What's more, even if I am in the Yupu realm, how can I dare to call myself the 'mountain top'? I can only walk to the mountainside. The higher you climb, the farther you are from the sky. That
The person surnamed Chen is at least a Nascent Soul Realm Sword Immortal. If he and a sword cultivator are competing in the same realm, there is no chance of winning."
Ma Yan scolded Shen Ke for a few words, and finally calmed down his mood. He asked tentatively: "Mrs. Pu, Shen Ke has run away. Yu Qing is over there in the kitchen. She is also a martial artist in the Golden Body realm.
Isn’t it the same?"
The old woman sneered and said: "These gangsters who only seek fame and reputation are not reliable. As long as they hear the name of Chen Jianxian, the men will shrink their eggs and the women will not be much better."
Ma Yan asked: "Where is Mr. Jiang Gui Jiang? And that Zhong Chang who even you call a hidden man? They are all golden elixir immortals with their own magical powers. Over the years, they have been eating and drinking from us.
We, we can’t just hide and be cowardly when something happens, right? We have to make a little effort, right?”
The old woman shook her head, ""
Qin Zheng suddenly asked: "Pu Liu, did you really secretly send the Feijian message?"
The old woman smiled and said: "Of course it is true. Now that the matter has come to this, why should I deliberately take credit? What is the meaning of this move? Right, Mrs. Qin?"
Ma Yan murmured: "That's good, that's good. Along the way, I remembered that this kid Yanshan said a few words over the years, and finally got some residual flavor, saying that people like our Ma family are like this
When a big industry encounters difficulties, money and righteousness other than power can save lives and are the real talismans. His Majesty the Emperor, Lujiao Mountain, and the City God's Temple, as long as the three parties know what is going on here, they will all
There is no need for them to show any favoritism, nor do we expect them to favor our Ma family. All we need to do is to act impartially. This mud bottle alley bitch, relying on his status and realm, is arrogant and overconfident. He always feels that he has no plan left. What the hell is that?
, If it weren’t for the smoke rising from his ancestral graves and stepping on dog shit along the way, would he be where he is today? Damn..."
The old woman took out a copper coin from her sleeve and said with a smile: "Master of the house, Mrs. Qin, except for this copper coin that I just got from the market, I really have no money left at the moment. My purse is so poor that I can't make a sound. I want to
If I continue to work hard for your Ma family, I have to show my gratitude, right?"
That Chen Jianxian, he just robbed me, and he didn't want to give me a copper coin.
Qin Zheng stood up and said, "Pu Liu, have you seen him already?!"
The old woman smiled in a low voice, "Sure enough, Mrs. Qin is smarter. This copper coin was given to me by Chen Jianxian."
Qin Zheng asked: "The successful flying sword sent the message, is it also a trick on us?"
The old woman looked complicated and shook her head, "It has indeed been sent, but it was not sent by me, but by Chen Jianxian himself. In front of me, it is absolutely true."
As for what he was thinking, God knows.
She didn't need to waste her brain thinking about anything.
She was so grateful to be able to escape from that burning torture that she had kowtowed several times to the blue-robed swordsman in her own room.
The old woman spread her palms and said with a smile: "Chen Jianxian has spoken. You two dogs and men, only one can live, and you must kill each other yourself. Husband and wife are birds of the same forest. When disaster strikes, they fly separately. Ma Yan, Qin Zheng
, you should follow the old rules, discuss the matter, and make a good calculation, who will die and who will live?"
The snail shell fairy's dojo suddenly changed into the ancestral home on Xinghua Lane in the past. It was raining heavily outside.
It's just that the young couple were secretly discussing how to kill Master Chen, the master of their own dragon kiln.
The old woman Pu Liu seemed to have become the old woman Ma Lanhua who stopped her son and daughter-in-law from doing this.
The old woman had a sad look on her face and repeatedly said that you will be punished for doing such a sinful thing.
Qin Zheng sneered: "Live alone? How to live? How long can you live?"
Ma Yan suddenly woke up and his eyes became determined, "Who believes this kind of nonsense?"
The side door slowly opened, and what came out was not Ma Kuxuan, the child who had eavesdropped on the conversation.
But wearing a green shirt and long coat, Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I just like how stupid you guys are."
The old woman blocking the doorway suddenly had the figure of a bulrush, and the next she had the face of a malan flower. She took out two pieces of white silk from her sleeves and repeated, "You will not live if you do your own evil."
The old woman muttering to herself wrapped the two white silk ribbons around the necks of the "young couple" and tied them in a tight knot. Then she threw the other end high, as if bypassing two invisible beams, and then tied the two white silk ribbons.
There was a knot at the other end. Ma Yan and Qin Zheng grabbed Bai Ling with both hands and still had to stand on tiptoes at the same time. But even so, their boots were still higher than the ground, no more and no less, each just off the ground.
The height is more than one foot, which means that if two people want one to live, one must die.
Depending on the posture, if you want to survive, it depends on who is stronger and who can stand firm.
Chen Pingan put his hands in his sleeves and squinted his eyes: "The first type."