Yu Shiwu was silent for a moment and asked curiously: "Can you control the speed of time passing in this world?"
Chen Pingan remained silent. Suddenly, what Yu Shiwu saw was a strange phenomenon. The heavy snow suddenly stopped. In the blink of an eye, spring was warm and flowers were blooming. The grass grew and orioles were flying. Groups of children were flying kites on the shore. The plum rain continued.
Summer floods surged, and on a moonlit night on the river, the water was calm and the lines were like painted lines. There was a ferryman who looked like a god or a spirit. He was as thin as a solitary bamboo, and his Taoist robes were as white as wild clouds. He was riding on a small boat without a boatman.
They were holding grass, their robes were flying, and they were flying over the river. The autumn wind was rustling, and some villagers carried two bamboo cages containing men and women to the waterside in a noisy manner. Finally, there was another heavy snowfall in the freezing season. For the rest,
For Shiwu, an onlooker, the changing scenery of the four seasons and the local customs and customs of each time are like the pages of a book being turned quickly by the spectators. In this process, Yu Shiwu's body can fully perceive the changes in temperature and warmth of the seasons.
But just when Yu Shiwu was convinced that Chen Pingan could indeed control the river of time at will, Chen Pingan suddenly raised his hand, hung it in front of Yu Shiwu's eyes, and snapped his fingers, "Have you ever heard of a leaf blinding your eyesight?"
As he spoke, Yu Shiwu was horrified to find that he and Chen Ping'an were in a pitch-black night. Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "A leaf blinds the eyes. Since this leaf can make people unable to see something, of course it can also be seen."
What, it’s nothing more than a craftsman’s micro-carving on a leaf. Compared to striving to create a small world without any flaws, wouldn’t it save more time, effort, money and worry to tamper with your vision?”
Just when Yu Shiwu was doubtful, Chen Ping'an had already pulled Yu Shiwu back to the "original place", reached out to catch a piece of snowflake, and murmured to himself: "I attended a meeting at the Confucian Temple earlier, and at a ferry, I was lucky enough to be with Mr. Zheng.
After walking for a while, Mr. Zheng said something strange, which I still can’t believe. He said, ‘I once saw two identical snowflakes.’”
Yu Shiwu bent down to pick up some thinner stones from the shore, and threw them towards the water surface, causing the water to float, causing a series of unconnected ripples, and the water splashes blooming in sequence from large to small.
At this moment, a young woman shrouded in mist walked out of the water. She was tall and graceful in green clothes and a yellow crown. She said that as long as she could guess her name, she could enter the Zanshui Mansion.
Yu Shiwu glanced at Chen Pingan. His original intention was to make a fuss about guessing lantern riddles? Chen Pingan smiled and reminded, "If you get water, you can become an immortal. You can have green sleeves and a yellow crown. I can't remind you Taoist friends any more."
The Narcissus was full of hope and looked at Yu Shiwu, but the latter was like a knot in the elm wood. She waited for a while, but could not get the answer. She could only sigh quietly, "Where did the water fairy come from?
Yuying has emerald sleeves, a yellow crown and a white crown. Yuying regrets that she is not destined to be with the young master, so she will say goodbye first and see you again later."
Yu Shiwu wanted to regain his position, pointed to Shanzhu Chen next to him, and asked: "Why does the fairy favor one over the other and don't ask my good friend?"
She smiled and said, "I like to judge people by their appearance."
Yu Shiwu laughed heartily.
Chen Pingan looked calm.
When the Narcissus returned to the water, Chen Pingan joked: "Fellow Daoist Yu should study more in the future. Isn't this a missed opportunity for marriage?"
Yu Shiwu asked: "When will you be willing to restore my true body and realm?"
It can be roughly determined that the body he is wearing now belongs to an uncommon "yin spirit traveling far away from the body", while the real body is being detained by Chen Ping'an without knowing it, and is outnumbered somewhere.
Recovering memory before was like...an empty skin, like an empty water tank, into which someone poured water from the next tank.
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Why are you anxious? I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Just think of me as a pawnshop owner."
pawnshop?
Upon closer inspection, it is quite vivid. It is indeed a good metaphor.
Yu Shiwu said: "Then let's exchange identities and try it as you?"
Chen Ping'an was silent and turned to look at Yu Shiwu with a smile.
Yu Shiwu was shocked.
Could it be?
"I, Yu Shiwu" is Chen Pingan, and the "Chen Pingan" in front of me is the real self?
Chen Pingan patted Yu Shiwu on the shoulder and couldn't help but laugh: "Don't be nervous, I don't have Mr. Zheng's ability yet."
Yu Shiwu was a little anxious for no reason. He wanted to settle down as soon as he came, but what he saw and heard along the way was bizarre and unimaginable. It could not be described by the phrase "the new world's ears and eyes", not to mention that he was always dragging his hands and feet.
Not touching the ground always makes Yu Shiwu feel uneasy. Chen Pingan smiled and comforted, "Don't worry, I won't stay here for long. I will take you to see a few more places. Then you decide whether you want to join forces with me."
Do something different. As long as you nod, I will withdraw from here... Hearing this, Yu Shiwu asked, "What if I still refuse to nod?" Chen Pingan replied with a smile, "I didn't mean
I'm in a hurry and can't eat hot tofu. This sentence works for you, and it certainly works for me." Yu Shiwu looked helpless. This guy made it clear that he was going to waste time with himself. Let's see who can survive who? After that, Yu Shiwu looked helpless.
Shiwu saw a painting in which a young scholar who was on a study tour and who lived in the temple stayed up late at night reading. He was so tired that he fell asleep at his desk. His thoughts were like a cirrus cloud, rising like a cigarette three feet above his head.
Rising, the content of the dream appeared in the clouds like a picture scroll. The man was dreaming of a beautiful cardamom girl, holding a castanet and singing. Strange flowers and plants were growing on the rocks beside the house. A donkey was drinking from a trough below, and there was a tree next to it.
There is a towering tree, with a crescent moon hanging in the sky from the treetop. Within the moon is a Guanghan Palace as small as a mustard seed. In the spotless palace in the sky, there is also a cool female fairy, who is dressing up in the mirror.
The face of the fairy still has the image of a scroll on the wall of the room, which is exactly the picture of a scholar sleeping at his desk, just like the cycle of three calamities in a chess game.
Chen Pingan explained to Yu Shiwu: "The chess masters here only need to compare the thousands of chess records to make moves. They can follow the steps step by step, just like copying the text from the book. Players with different chess abilities will be equipped with different levels of chess equipment.
Chess records, if you don't play the game yourself, are enough to keep you watching for several years without any flaws. As for the common roadside chess gambling stalls in the market, they are all chess remnants, and they all have seemingly tricky formulas.
It would be even easier. Of course, in the final analysis, these methods are just following the path of the predecessors, taking shortcuts, and taking advantage of shortcuts. It is not to say that they are arrogant."
Yu Shiwu frowned and asked: "What if I didn't know beforehand that I had entered the illusion, but I had doubts in my heart, and I am a master of chess?"
Chen Pingan said: "Then you will not enter this world. For example, you may enter a place where Go has not yet appeared. When you are there, if you are leisurely and elegant, you can become the originator of this way. This
This joy may dispel some of your doubts?"
Yu Shiwu shook his head, "Shoumin mistakenly planted it, one word difference, and there are many ambiguities."
Chen Ping'an laughed and said: "When copying tablets and inscriptions, should I learn from the brush or the blade?"
Yu Shiwu changed the subject, "Limited by the background of your true body, so the... quality of these illusion worlds are not high? The deer-riding immortal and the female narcissus appeared before. Are your spells the ultimate? Together with me in
Within, plus the old owners of the Immortal Mansion ruins, all the truth is added together, and the 'one' obtained is destined to be no higher than the total amount of spiritual energy stored in your current realm? Then can I understand it this way, we people
', the collection of mountains, rivers and all things is approximately equal to you?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Yes or no."
Yu Shiwu seemed to have caught some inspiration and asked himself: "Thousands of arrangements, in general terms, are just equivalent to an inferior blessed land made by you, right?"
Chen Ping'an said: "We'll see."
Markets, rivers and lakes, temples, and finally the ethereal mountains. Just like a construction craftsman practicing, from easy to difficult, step by step.
But if the skill stops here, then it will be nothing more than a white paper blessed land. In the eyes of the monks at the top of the mountain, it is naturally difficult to say the word "good fortune".
So Yu Shiwu soon saw a towering mountain top that looked like the beginning of the dragon vein in the world. There was an old man with bare chest and breasts. His face was obscured by the smoke. All he could see was that he had a big belly and snored like thunder. Every time he exhaled,
The colorful heavenly materials and earthly treasures spit out from his mouth, drawing radiant trails and scattering all over the world.
Yu Shiwu was stunned and sighed: "If it's not an illusion, it's at least the size of a medium-sized blessed land? Where did you get such a large amount of spiritual energy reserves?"
Chen Ping'an said: "To be honest, I am a poor person and my family is not poor."
After all, I gained a lot from my trip to the outer world with the Li Sheng.
Yu Shiwu suddenly said, "If you, I mean if, you collected all the fragments of the golden body in the world, wouldn't you?"
Having said this, Yu Shiwu shook his head. It was too whimsical. Once it was done, wouldn't Chen Ping'an be able to rebuild a heaven that existed ten thousand years ago?
Never thought about it, Chen Ping'an said: "I have thought about it, only that I have thought about it. Not only is this matter too difficult, it is almost destined to be a fantasy, but I am also worried that this move will fall into a situation similar to the cycle of three tribulations.
I eliminated this thought that I shouldn’t have long ago.”
Yu Shiwu held his head with both hands.
Chen Pingan said: "For those who never doubt whether the world is real, does the world they live in must be real? For people who insist on questioning whether the world is real, does the world they live in must be fake?"
"As for the truth or falsehood of 'I', the people I want to know the most are the two people I know."
"Lu Chen, Zheng Juzhong."
"There are two people who are most qualified to give the answer."
"Buddha and Taoist Patriarch."
When Yu Shiwu heard this, he asked cautiously: "What about the Holy Master?"
Chen Ping'an thought for a moment and replied: "The Holy Master doesn't seem to care much about this."
Yu Shiwu was silent for a long time, and finally opened his heart for the first time, "I actually knew my final fate a long time ago."
Thousands of years ago, there was a massacre.
Yu Shiwu carries an overwhelming burden of cause and effect. Even for Yu Shiwu, who is a monastic genius, it is a kind of unspeakable hardship. For example, an ordinary master can prepare for a rainy day by buying an umbrella and waiting for the rainy day, but Yu Shiwu
Shiwu must have a way to prevent God from raining. How can he do it? So for so many years, Yu Shiwu has taken external affairs very lightly. Just like one of the series of illusions he saw in the inn on the left side of HD Road
The character, the widow of the proprietress of the wine shop, no longer cares whether tomorrow's fate is good or bad. When Yu Shiwu thinks of her, he will think of himself, and then of the cloth cover blowing in the wind outside the wine shop.
It seems that all of this is Chen Pingan's hint to himself? Is it a kind of... fortune telling?
Probably guessing what Yu Shiwu was thinking, Chen Ping'an said: "It's like you tell your own fortune, and then you just wait like this? Then do you know what the people in the market and ordinary people mean by asking someone to tell their fortune?
?The meaning is that if the fortune is calculated to be good, just move forward with peace of mind. If the fortune is not calculated to be good, you have to change the path of practice, change your mind, and get rid of certain habits. Therefore, practicing Taoism never stops in the mountains.
If the debt does not come back, how to turn a bad fate into a good one, how the debt collector burns the IOU, and how the debt repayer settles the debt is the practice of everyone."
After hearing this, Yu Shiwu's face turned sad.
Chen Ping'an said: "I still have to ask you a question: Should I repay the debts of my predecessor in this life? Do I need to be responsible for the next life in this life?"
The rest of the time I was at a loss.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I still have one more question, let's forget it for now. It's not too late to ask again after you figure out the answer to the first question."
Yu Shiwu's head was as big as a bucket, and he waved his hands and said: "Don't ask, don't ask. Quickly change places."
It is not easy to cultivate Taoism and become an immortal. A place of Taoism with beautiful mountains and clear waters, as well as the immortal family mansion with a long history, pays attention to the right time, place and people.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spiritual energy is pure and abundant. There is no need for turbid air. They came to a fairy house, a women's boudoir? The Taoist monks sat on futons in the dojo, closed the door and fasted, either burning incense or lighting talismans.
They are all time-keeping objects that are often found in the mountains and are used to help practitioners determine the size of the sky. The decoration inside the house is just too pink and pink. There is no one there. The hostess, who must be a practitioner, seems to have not returned yet.
.Looking at the mountain gate archway and the cliff carvings on the mountain, Yu Shiwu judged that this place should be called Qinwangshan Huarui Peak.
This moment, this place, this scene is like "the end".
Yu Shiwu asked: "This is your... template for building the Immortal Family on the Mountain, one of the paradigms?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "So compared to ordinary female cultivators, there are more decorations in the house. It is a bit bloated and complicated, but it is still in line with her current status, age and state of mind."
"Seventeen years old. Before she went up the mountain, she was born into a top wealthy family. After she went up the mountain, she was pampered by her elders. She often went down the mountain to practice. She had plenty of money and no shortage of money. Well, to put it simply, when she went to a downtown store, she would
You can spend money without blinking an eye, just buy, buy, buy.”
"Over the years, she has often complained about herself. She has always disliked that her skin is a little darker, her eyebrows are a little thicker, and she feels that she is not oval-shaped enough. But because there are people in the mountains, they are more elegant than those in the city down the mountain.
There is also a saying about "breaking the face". A senior sister once warned her not to touch that face. Ordinary people with weak bodies, as well as those who practice martial arts in the world, will easily lose their spirit when they speak frequently, and those who go to the mountains to cultivate immortals.
, a good destiny that is originally a good destiny, let alone the facial features of a face, so once the fundamentals are touched, in the long run, it is destined to be a loss-making business that outweighs the gains."
Yu Shiwu casually picked up a small powder box of Ganoderma lucidum that was carved from seed material and jade with a deer title on the dressing table. The weight marks were clear and it looked like a delicate hand-made object. He asked: "In this world, is this the first ancient jade grinding wheel weight?"
Where are the tools?”
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's a very important and good question. You always like to say that you don't understand the world's affairs, which is really too modest."
Yu Shiwu said: "Thanks to you, I have been able to travel here for thousands of years. No matter how little I care about the things around me, there are still a few things that I will never forget."
Beside the painting desk, there is an inkstone screen with a rosewood frame, and a pair of white-glazed porcelain Taishi Shaoshi incense sticks. Next to the window table, there are three narcissus porcelain basins placed side by side.
It can be said to be a dazzling array of things to see and wonderful things to see.
Yu Shiwu's eyes wandered past, "They all have origins?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "They all have their own inheritance and stories. As for valuable antiques and treasures, the most important thing is an orderly circulation. Without some background story, they are not that valuable. For example, there is a Meiyutang treasure Qiaoer stove on the table.
It is also known as the Phoenix Eye Stove, with three characters engraved inside, Lady Jiang. It was given by the founding emperor to the first generation of the Imperial College, and is an heirloom of her family. There is also the jade bamboo fan given by the master, with eighteen arhats engraved on one side of the fan bone.
, lifelike. The words on the other side are engraved, and the flat peach is three thousand years old, and the bottom of the pen can bloom instantly. I have eaten it above, and I am still drunk. The two sides of the fan bone are signed with longevity eyebrows and mengji, which are among the few in the dynasty.
Among them, the most valuable one she thought was the incense burner, but in fact it was not the case. What could really be called the blessing of the immortal family was the bronze dressing mirror she bought from a roadside stall last year, with the seal carved Wu Shan
Two words. But this object is relatively hot, because here, it belongs to the kind of heretical magic weapon. One day in the future, she will know that the ancient mirror is a secret realm of clouds and rain that can be both charming and fragrant, as well as mysterious."
Yu Shiwu was filled with admiration.
"Actually, this is what takes the most thought."
Chen Ping'an threw a picture book of ladies to Yu Shiwu. After Yu Shiwu took it, he opened it and saw that every page showed the same beautiful woman, but with different styles of makeup, various hairpins and dresses.
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Yu Shiwu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but Chen Ping'an said seriously: "In terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, clothing comes first, and there is no room for carelessness."
Yu Shiwu probably couldn't stand the strong smell of makeup here, so he put down his album, opened the window and looked into the distance, murmuring: "Chen Ping'an, if I had known this, I wouldn't have had any conflict with you."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Thank you."
Chen Ping'an picked up the picture album that Yu Shiwu had put back in its place and asked casually: "Yu Shiwu, do you have some special sense of accomplishment?"
Yu Shiwu shook his head and said: "As you know, I view cultivation rather lightly, and I don't have much interest in anything I do. Zhenwu Mountain has its own inheritance. Although I am a senior person, I have never been required to take on responsibilities and burdens.
Without hope or ambition, how can we be satisfied or achieve anything? Chen Ping'an, what about you?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "When I was young, I could buy books casually without looking at the price. And when I met an expert on the road, I could feel at ease."
Yu Shiwu nodded and said: "Every penny counts. Be stingy about making money, squander money lavishly, and spend money generously. The choice is yours, and you will feel more happy."
As if remembering something, Yu Shiwu smiled half-heartedly, "There is a rumor that a young hidden official was fighting outside the city. He once dressed up as a woman, concealed the truth from the enemy, and gained merit by killing the enemy?"
Chen Ping'an actually didn't even bother to deny it, and said boldly: "People in the world don't stick to trivial matters."
I remember that the first person on the Sword Qi Great Wall to leak this inside story seemed to be Lu Zhi? Good things don’t go out, but foreign affairs spread thousands of miles?
In order to eliminate the influence of this rumor, Chen Ping'an also thought of a method similar to adding water to wine, which was to let Lin Junbi and those handsome and handsome young people with their eyes roll to the sky follow his example, but unfortunately they were all rejected.
Chen Pingan asked: "Where did you hear the gossip? Who is so well-informed?"
Naturally, Yu Shiwu would not foolishly reveal the source of the information. He joked: "Are you planning to block the door first and then shut up the mouth? If you can't reach an agreement, you will kill someone to silence them?"
Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "That's not the case."
Yu Shiwu put away his smile and said in a deep voice: "I have thought about it, I am willing to use this place as a place to practice Taoism. Whether it is an escape or a change of life, I will believe you once. Can I make an oath?"
Chen Pingan waved his hand, "Some people swear to God is useless, but some people's words are more useful than swearing. You belong to the latter."
Yu Shiwu seemed to have untied the knot in his heart, and his temperament changed, which made his eyebrows brighter. He smiled and said: "I can trust myself, but I can't completely trust Shanzhu Chen. You have to swear an oath."
Chen Pingan laughed it off, and this time it was rare for him to speak from his heart, "Having agreed in advance and hiding here is not a foolproof strategy. At most, it is an extra layer of buffer. First, I can only try my best to ensure that you will not die.
, you will not die suddenly one day or be forced to disperse, or use some means that you and I can't think of now to take care of the remaining affairs one step ahead just because someone deliberately prevents the return of that existing thing to its original owner.
The real skin, soul, and three martial arts are all just to prevent that existence from returning to its peak and to replenish the body. These are for conspirators. Secondly, if the real owner comes to ask you for debts
, I can only say that I am helping you mediate and negotiate with him to try to get him to agree to retain all of your consciousness and memories."
Thousands of years ago, the first "military liberation" in the strict sense in the world was the ancestor of the military strategist who had both the merit of opening up the world and the fault of dividing the world. Because his merits and faults were irreconcilable, his body was chopped into five pieces.
His soul was imprisoned for thousands of years. Martial arts in the world began with this man.
According to Chen Ping'an's clues and his own deductions, the underwater lotus root temple in Qingmingtianxia hides a piece of martial arts. In addition, Yu Shiwu inherited one of the martial arts passed down from generation to generation in his family, plus his senior brother Cui Chan.
With a secret plan, the Confucian Temple instructed Jiang and Wei, two old masters of the ancestral family of the Chinese military family, to give the remaining two martial arts fortunes to Yu Shiwu of Zhenwu Mountain. The last martial arts fortune should belong to a certain place in the Western Buddhist Kingdom. It is obvious.
, once the Aquarius Continent is conquered by the wild demon tribe, Cui Chan will break the jar... and directly flip the table. Whether he takes action himself, or convinces the Confucian Temple, and finally gets the nod from the founder of the three religions, Cui Chan will definitely have the means to take it.
In the future, the remaining two military fortunes will all be attributed to Yu Shiwu. At that time, Yu Shiwu will be used as a ferry-like existence, just like the soul of the ancestor of the military strategist who was responsible for "picking up" the early release from prison, whether it is to resurrect the soul through the corpse, or to occupy the magpie's nest.
In short, the latter is allowed to come to the world, as a reward for ending the imprisonment early and completing the martial arts, and the ancestor of the military strategist will entertain guests in Luzhou in the north or Posuo in the south.
Once the ancestor of the military strategist appears and returns to the world, and is willing to help Haoran the world, I believe it will be as significant as Bai Ze's return to the wild world.
Yu Shiwu was very open-minded and said casually: "I know in my heart that those martial arts are rooted in the deepest part of the soul. No matter who has great fortune, it will be difficult to peel off the cocoon, so I don't dare to expect the integrity of the body and soul."
, as long as it allows me to retain most of the memories. For example, this portrait now, it becomes natural to get used to it, which is quite good."
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "If you think so, I will feel much more relaxed."
Yu Shiwu asked: "Since this is a fair transaction, what do you want from me?"
Chen Pingan said: "You need to do two things. The first one is very simple. Together with the other two Taoist friends, you must use your own mind and cooperate sincerely to gradually improve this small world."
Yu Shiwu nodded and said, "I enjoyed it. What about the second thing?"
Chen Pingan asked back: "Have you ever learned boxing?"
Yu Shiwu was confused and felt inexplicable. He smiled bitterly and said: "Before I knew the truth, I had no interest in learning boxing. After knowing the truth, of course I didn't dare to learn boxing."
Chen Ping'an said: "Fellow Daoist Yu, let me tell you the truth, which may be harsh. You cultivators have no intention of turning against guests. Are you too wasteful of natural resources and living up to your immortal talents?"
Yu Shiwu smiled and said: "Suppose it were you, would you have to fight?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing, but took a step forward, took Yu Shiwu away from the Xian family's mansion, and went straight to the green river bank of the ruins. He called the two women to him, "Let me introduce you to each other. This is
Yu Shiwu and fellow Daoist Yu. They are wild female cultivators, their real names are Xiao Xing and Mafu cook, and their pseudonyms are Yu Qing. Next, I will release most of the restrictions and allow you to travel freely to most illusory worlds."
In this way, there are three of the five elements.
Yu Qing's expression was dull, confused, and like a walking corpse. It was really a bleak situation where the days were like years. On the other hand, Xiao Xing's eyes were hot, and he finally had another person to chat with to relieve his boredom.
Chen Ping'an quietly removed the stream of time from Yu Qing's body, which made Yu Qing's consciousness instantly clear after being freed from the invisible cage. Just because she couldn't adapt for a while, she sat slumped on the ground, gasping for air, and sweating profusely. Xiao Xing wanted to
When she went to help her, she was immediately scolded by Yu Qing with a stern look. Xiao Xing smiled brightly. She stretched out her hand and pointed at the plump woman, as if asking for credit. She said to Chen Ping'an and Yu Shiwu that she didn't really want to be a sword cultivator. I
With good intentions, he helped her create a high-grade natal flying sword. She had already thought of a name, so it was called Zhenjiu... Yu Shiwu had a headache when he saw this, and would he spend time with them day and night from now on?
Chen Ping'an gave them some golden leaves respectively, "which are both the location of the illusory world and the key to the door."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Fix your leaks while the weather is clear, and study while you are young. If you don't know how to pretend to know, you will never be a loser. Only by asking while learning can you become knowledgeable. Let's encourage each other."
If we say that a person's memory is the place where all emotions are placed.
Then every vein on these leaves carries the joys and sorrows of thousands of stories. It may be that the donkey fell into the well for no reason, or it may be the wind and the moon whirling together.
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On top of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
Ma Kuxuan walked slowly in the snow and said with a smile: "This is a rare opportunity. You don't have anything to ask while I'm in the mood for conversation? To be honest, some old almanac, the truth I know is as good as your Chen Ping'an's experience."
No matter how knowledgeable you are, you may not be as clear as I am."
Sure enough, Chen Ping'an asked: "Why don't you major in Thunder Technique? Wouldn't you get twice the result with half the effort?"
Because Chen Ping'an was almost certain that the old coachman hiding in Dali Capital was the chief official of the Lei Department's Zhan Survey Division in ancient times, and he had clearly bet the most on Kuxuan, the horse in Xinghua Lane, and had the most high hopes.
It is obvious that Ma Kuxuan is the reincarnation of a high-ranking god in the Thunder Department. Among the many types of sounds in the world, the one with the most turbulence is thunder.
I remember that there was a high-ranking god who descended from the sky on the land of Tongye Continent, and then crossed the sea and landed on Aquarius Continent, but was eventually defeated by Cui Chan and Qi Jingchun. The god was the "Responder", one of the twelve high-ranking people in the ancient heaven.
Ma Kuxuan also did not hide anything, saying: "Based on my previous body and feet, plus the Taoist qualifications of this life, does Ma Kuxuan still need to practice any thunder method in this life? That is, the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master.
The government is ignorant, otherwise it is Zhao Tianlai who has figured out the truth, but it is a pity that he is thin-skinned and refuses to lower himself and ask me for advice, otherwise I really wouldn't mind helping them raise the Five Thunder Zhengfa to a higher level."
Chen Ping'an choked on his words for a moment.
Ma Kuxuan was very happy, it was rare for this guy to be defeated once.
Raising his hands and shaking his sleeves, Ma Kuxuan brushed away a large piece of falling snow in front of his eyes, and two kinds of threads, one gold and one silver, appeared. The golden veins were firm and firm, almost motionless, but the colors were different in shades, which seemed to symbolize the relationship between people.
The cause and effect, each erratic silver line, represents every voice of the heart, which can be traces produced face to face, or the two parties do not need to look at each other at all, completely ignoring the geographical distance, and can travel through the long river of time at will, and every kind of understanding and harmony
Echoing each other from a distance is to mention a line. Therefore, the voice of the Qi practitioners of later generations and the gathering of voices of the warriors form a line. Ultimately, it originates from the communication between ancient gods. It can span countless stars. Nowadays, there are taboos on the mountain, which cannot be avoided.
By calling the saints and monks of the Fourteenth Realm by their names, the latter can easily relate to them. In fact, they are also an extension of this lineage.
If we say that every star in the sky is a corpse of a god floating in the long river of time, scattered and then condensed, then the "voice" exchanges between ancient gods can ignore the fact that these fourteenth realm monks may be exhausted.
A far distance that cannot be reached from here to there in a lifetime.
Ma Kuxuan continued: "As for the Echoer who came from Tongye Continent to Aquarius Continent, this move can be regarded as Zhoumi's solicitation to me, but I refused, and there was a tacit understanding between them. Zhoumi saw that I didn't appreciate it.
, he will no longer force himself, so as not to create extraneous problems and hinder his flight to heaven, which will be more than worth the gain."
Although Chen Ping'an said that his background was a bit poor, this guy was first taught by Qi Jingchun, acting as a teacher and accepting disciples, then Cui Chan protected the Tao, and then Liu Shiliu punched at Luo Po Mountain, and he taught swordsmanship from left to right at the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
, Nowadays, there is still the protection of the literary sage who restored the sacred position of the Confucian Temple. The old scholar protects the chicks like an old hen. Who can see such treatment in the world?
Just like some belated bystanders, they would always say sourly, "If I were the young hermit official named Chen, with this blessing, I would have already reached the Ascension Realm, let alone the Fifth Realm."
Ma Kuxuan's eyes were dark, "Didn't Qi Jingchun also show you a path that suits you? If you hadn't said 'I follow the crowd' earlier, I would have scolded you for not knowing how lucky you are despite being blessed."
Ma Kuxuan asked: "Is this the path you will take when you return to the Upper Five Realms?"
Chen Pingan shook his head, "No."
To be more difficult is to ask for trouble.
Ma Kuxuan glanced at Chen Pingan to make sure that the other party was not fooling him.
Qi Jingchun integrated the civil and military luck and incense of Lizhu Cave Heaven, and entered the realm of unity between heaven and man. With a breath of awe-inspiring aura, he visualized and copied the complete appearance of a severely damaged Taoist statue in the Immortal Tomb. The final posture he presented was that of wearing a
The god-man in the old multi-colored armor used secret methods to create his soul, and then used Buddhist magical powers to stabilize the soul, which means that he lives in this fourth land of flame and wisdom, so even if the light is extinguished, the lamp and furnace still exist.
The master of the integration of the three religions.
This is like a letter sent home by Qi Jingchun to the future, or a silent last word. But as Zhou Mi said at the time, your choice, Qi Jingchun, is not the best.
In this case, Qi Jingchun must have far-reaching intentions.
But Chen Pingan still chose his own way to break through the situation, opened up a new path... in a new way.
Seeing that Ma Kuxuan stopped talking and seemed to have lost the interest in talking, Chen Ping'an revealed the secret, "It seems like fellow villagers are reminiscing about the past, but in fact, they are trying to talk to me more about Xiantian. In fact, I know very well that you are very
You want me to say a few more words."
Ma Kuxuan admitted the matter openly and said with a smile: "I know you know, you are very smart, and I am not stupid either. But I am curious, when did you realize this."
The saints of the three religions hold the Heavenly Constitution in their mouths and speak the Dharma in accordance with their words. There is also a more mysterious saying on the mountain, which is inspired by the gods.
Since this illusory world is doomed to be false, and Chen Ping'an is like a saint sitting in the world, taking advantage of the right time and place, then Ma Kuxuan needs to create some extra real things to avoid himself "going with the crowd".
For example, speech.
The questions and answers between the two sides are like a knot of words twisted into words.
In their hometown, old people like to say that they are getting old and dying, and they like to say that they are as old as a Bodhisattva.
When used to describe a child who does not understand the ways of the world and does things in a muddle-headed manner, one would say, "How can he look like a person from heaven?"
The outside world regards Ma Kuxuan as a genius among geniuses, so he is unwilling to put in effort in everything, but it is enough to make him stand out. This is due to his talent.
What's more, in fact, Ma Kuxuan did not waste any of his talents. On the contrary, Ma Kuxuan has not slacked off at all these years and has been waiting for Chen Ping'an for a long time.
The previous invitation to the tiger Tong Wenchang to the small courtyard in the capital was not only to help introduce the female ghost Xue Ruyi, but also to test and measure the authenticity of the illusion by Chen Pingan.
Two people of the same age from the same hometown, it seems, are not fuel-efficient lamps.
Chen Pingan smiled and asked, "Would you like to chat a little more?"
Ma Kuxuan said: "No, that's enough."
Except for the natal flying sword which has nothing to do with words, Chen Ping'an may not be able to perform other martial arts involving boxing manuals, Taoist secrets, etc. at this moment.
Isn’t it said that the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall was not very high, but he had many tricks? Didn’t you, Chen Ping’an, want to challenge me, Ma Kuxuan, as a martial arts master today?
Then give it a try.
Ma Kuxuan raised his hand and patted his neck gently, squinting and smiling: "Word by word, I'm full, but you're about to starve."
Chen Pingan said: "You can't keep what doesn't belong to you. You have to spit it out and return it obediently."
Ma Kuxuan stood there and raised his fingers towards Chen Ping'an, "The Immortal Yunjie from the Jiuzhen Immortal Pavilion, his ability to press the bottom of the box is in the realm of cloud water body and water essence. When he sees me, he has to call his ancestor. I am standing here
It doesn’t move here…”
I don't know what kind of magical power, Ma Kuxuan instantly entered a state of nothingness, his body was like an empty boat.
The next moment, Ma Kuxuan's whole body felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, his body bent, and he retched.
It is both a swordsmanship and a boxing move.
It's called "turbulence".
The "blood" that Ma Kuxuan vomited at that moment was all broken golden words.
Then someone held Ma Kuxuan's face with one hand, grabbed his shoulder with the other, and twisted his neck with a click.
A "corpse" fell to the ground.
Chen Ping'an stood there, turned his head and looked away, waved his sleeves, and scattered all the golden words that contained Taoist meanings.
If Ma Kuxuan could be killed so easily, he wouldn't be Ma Kuxuan.
Crouching at the far end of the city, Ma Kuxuan looked at the guy with pity.
Chen Ping'an, I have actually accepted a close disciple who has only a small grudge against you but hates you deeply. You don't even know where his hatred comes from.
As long as you don't become a monk in the fifteenth realm for a day, you will never know who he is, and you can't guess how he will revenge you in the future, or how many times he will revenge against you.
Ma Kuxuan jumped off the city wall, jumped a few times, stretched his muscles, and said lazily: "Now that the warm-up is completed, it's time to get down to business."
In the next scene, given Chen Ping'an's temperament, he still couldn't help but curse him.
It turns out that Ma Kuxuan was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he actually used a certain side-contemplation method to create a... Zhou Mi out of thin air.
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At the ruins of the Immortal Mansion, Chen Pingan took Yu Shiwu up the steps of the mountain road.
Yu Shiwu noticed that the people around him frowned and then relaxed, and asked, "What's going on?"
Chen Ping'an stopped, turned around and sat on the steps, smiled and said: "It's nothing, the way is higher and the devil is higher."
Yu Shiwu sat aside and said: "There is a senior in Zhenwu Mountain who once told me a truth and advised me to set up one or two imaginary enemies on the road of cultivation in the future."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It makes sense."
In fact, I can roughly guess who it is.
He was Ma Kuxuan's Taoist protector. He had been to Lizhu Cave and had met him several times.
Yu Shiwu asked: "You have one too?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Of course, for example, if you want to have a courtesy exchange with a certain senior."
Swordsmanship Pei Min.
It is also impolite to come and go without reciprocating.
The natal flying sword is a bird in a cage.
Here, as long as Chen Ping'an's realm is high enough, his spiritual energy is abundant enough, and his sword is sharp enough, time and space can be cut infinitely.
In short, even now, as long as Chen Pingan is willing, he can make Qi practitioner Yu Shiwu never catch up with an ant crawling on the ground.
Yu Shiwu said: "You haven't said what the second thing is yet."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I'll lend you a hand to chase Cao Ci."
Yu Shiwu wondered: "What do you mean?"
Chen Pingan said: "Practice boxing."
Yu Shiwu suddenly understood and was speechless.
Sure enough, "Chen Ping'an" removed the cover-up, and the true form of "Yu Shiwu" was far away in the horizon and right before our eyes.
It turns out that many other people’s intentional words are just regarded as unintentional words by us.
Yu Shiwu looked complicated, "Are you going to use this to deal with Ma Kuxuan?"
The three martial arts fortunes of the ancestor of the military strategist are naturally useless and of no benefit to the qi practitioner Yu Shiwu, but what if he is controlled by the martial arts master Chen Ping'an?
Is it equivalent to directly stepping over one or two martial arts steps to help him reach the ultimate level?
Some "combined terms" in the world are not used indiscriminately. Chen Ping'an has two around him, such as Nan Shou Chen Bei Yin Guan on the battlefield, and Cao Qingshan Chen in white clothes on the path of martial arts.
Chen Ping'an raised his eyes and looked into the distance, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not necessary at all."