It rains continuously in the mountains, and the vegetation knows spring best.
At the wine shop at the foot of the mountain that was renamed Zheyao Mountain, the mountain goddess Song Wu, who had also been renamed at the top of her mountain, used Zhanwang Qi Technique to overlook the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom.
She no longer cares about worrying about Ma's fate. She is just worried that her Zheyao Mountain is adjacent to the capital, and she is afraid of being affected. She just doesn't know how much trouble the previous group of people will cause in the capital, and is afraid that the mountains and the ground will collapse at every turn.
It’s a fairy-tale fight, and both sides never stop fighting once they get started. The three drinkers who had taken shelter from the rain before were Liu Xianyang, the current master of Longquan Sword Sect, Gu Can, the direct descendant of Mr. Zheng of Baidi City, and one of the four great masters of Aquarius Continent.
Pei Qian, who among them is not a top figure in the continent that he never dared to think about before. Putting aside his identity and strength, Song Fu is a female mountain god after all, so he is most interested in the young but famous Grandmaster Pei.
It was admiration. If it weren't for the unexpected incident in Yu Xuanguo today, how happy would Song Wei be if she could drink in her shop? Song Wei sighed quietly, but she was envious of her fellow water gods nearby. At least they could stay away from the storm. She mentioned
Lifting up her skirt, she revealed a pair of embroidered shoes, complaining about the short legs of the golden statue in the mountain temple.
At this moment, an old man who looked like a farmer appeared out of thin air at the door. Song Wei was so frightened that he knelt down and saluted on the spot. After all, this was the boss of his immediate boss, and there was a huge difference in status between the two parties. The person who came was exactly that.
Tong Wenchang, the king of Xiyue Mountain in Yizhou, who should now be called the God King, crossed the threshold first with his hands behind his back and said: "We will not talk about official business today, there is no need to be restrained, we are just looking for a place to drink. You are the host and I am the guest."
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Song Wei was shocked and relieved, and immediately relaxed his frown. With Tong Shenjun here, her little mountain god's temple must be worry-free.
In the capital, Gu Can used his magical power to shrink and left the palace in one step, and went straight to the vicinity of Qintian Prison. He did not say hello to the nominal maid, but just walked around the streets alone like a tourist.
In a bookstore that sells rare books, he casually browsed through the books. He selected a fairy book named after a certain person and placed it in a prominent position for the shopkeeper. In the market, such books are relatively unsold. Gu Can flipped through the books casually.
The opening page is about how the immortals in the mountains cook several kinds of medicinal food. According to this book, the immortal family’s mountain and wilderness offerings are very mysterious. The god of food can make the meat not fat, but the turbid air can be transformed into
Light and agile, over time, diners can be as light as a leaf, walk as fast as flying, and walk across mountains and rivers as if they were walking on flat ground... Gu Can smiled and shook his head. Qi practitioners go to the mountains to practice Taoism. How can it be so simple to achieve the state of being light and lifting one's body?
, but there is a comment in the book that is quite good, which is equivalent to revealing the secret of heaven in one sentence. The ancients made elixirs and collected medicines from all over the mountains and rivers.
A charming woman walked into the shop slowly, staggered deliberately, twisted her waist, and fell into Gu Can's arms. Gu Can didn't even raise her head, she just stretched out her hand to touch the woman's forehead, and then pushed her away. She looked to the side and was sold out.
The shopkeeper's eyes widened, never thinking that this customer who just didn't want to buy was actually a gentleman. If it were him, he would also reach out to "support" him. In the panic, he could not guarantee that he would hold down the beauty's delicate body.
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The woman stood up straight, covered her mouth and said with a sweet smile: "Is this trip safe for the young master?"
Gu Can turned a deaf ear and asked the shopkeeper, "Does the shop sell the Seal of the Hundred Swords Immortal?"
The shopkeeper was confused and asked curiously: "Which Jinshi master compiled it? Is it the original or a reprinted version?"
Gu Can smiled, put down the book in his hand, and left the shop with Gu Lingyan, walking in a relatively quiet alley. He took a rough look at the harvest of Gu Lingyan's trip, put it all into his bag, and gave him a neither high nor low.
Rating: "It's OK."
Gu Lingyan took out a square-inch object in the shape of a mountain ghost's money from his sleeve, and said with a smile, "There is also this."
Gu Can asked: "What?"
Gu Lingyan said: "They are all old almanacs, from different years, and some are professional books related to almanacs. Counting is not my strong point. It gave me a headache just looking at them, so I packed them all in close proximity."
Gu Can separated a channel of consciousness and inspected the storage inside the money. After a few cursory glances, he only took out some thin booklets, as if pinching the ends, and threw the square-inch object back to her, "The rest of the almanacs
, return them all to Qin Tian Jian."
Since ancient times, human dynasties have had rules for compiling and issuing almanacs. There are some good people in the mountains who like to collect almanacs from different dynasties and different years. However, what Gu Can left behind is only the laws determined and compiled by his predecessors.
Calendar, as well as some accompanying corrections for the sun and moon, seemed not to be interested in the almanac. Seeing the unwilling expression on her face, Gu Can gave her a rough explanation, "According to the market saying, if you collect a dozen
If you read the almanac, your family will receive a fortune."
Gu Lingyan blinked, "What do you mean?"
Gu Can said: "It's just that the house is prone to water leakage and fires."
Gu Lingyan asked: "Real or false?"
Gu Can said: "There are some things that you would rather believe than believe that they don't exist. There is no need to put yourself to the test to verify the authenticity."
Gu Can seemed to be in a good mood, and it was rare for Gu Can to say a few more words to Xian Tian, "If there is a flood disaster caused by a star change, the courts of various countries will 'request' a whole set of Jiazi almanacs to implement a winning strategy. So Qin Qin
The place Tianjian used to store the almanacs of various dynasties has its own specialties. For example, a certain character in the name of the library will usually be the radical of the word water, such as Yuan, Yuan, Sui, Jin, etc."
She nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Gu Can suddenly asked: "Where did this mountain ghost money come from?"
Gu Lingxuan smiled sweetly and said: "There are fairy ferry crossings and marketplaces in the wild world, okay? I'm not allowed to step on dog shit and pick it up."
The purpose of mountain ghosts is to distinguish them from orthodox mountain gods. Please spend money on mountain ghosts that have been consecrated by Taoist temples. They are regarded as pure yang objects, which can be used to house or hang.
Even in the mountains, this kind of money is very popular, because there is no worry about it being easy to invite gods and difficult to send away, and it is very effective to use it to open furnaces and townhouses.
Gu Can said: "It's worth some money, keep it well."
Gu Lingyan asked: "Young Master still hasn't decided on the location of the sect?"
Gu Can nodded, "It's not a trivial matter. It's not urgent anyway. Let's look at a few more places."
Gu Lingyan smiled and said: "In the final analysis, the young master is just hesitant and undecided."
He didn't hesitate to antagonize Lingfei Palace, but also stepped in and bought the Hehuan Mountain boundary, said to be Little Shujian Lake, from the Qingxing Kingdom's court.
It's impossible for Gu Can to think that money is too hot.
In the end, Gu Can hesitated and had an impulse to do something to prove something to someone before choosing the Hehuan Mountain area for the sect.
But his reason told him that this choice was an idiotic move.
Gu Can didn't want to talk to her about this, his mind turned to other places, and he laughed to himself.
She asked curiously: "Did Young Master think of something interesting?"
Gu Can smiled and said: "It's okay here in Aquarius Island. The news is not available, and there are not many things that I know. There are flowers inside the walls and fragrance outside the walls. In other places, there are some interesting sayings. They all think that he comes from a scholarly family. He has been there since he was a child.
Just fill your stomach with poems and books, the reason is very interesting, 'If you look at the hundreds of pages of music, how can it be common people's language?'"
She covered her mouth and smiled, it was really funny.
Gu Can continued: "Even if you know his general background and know that he is a mud-legged man, you still say that it is called a noble son from a poor family and a high official from a white house. It must be that Chen Jun has made great contributions to heaven and earth at a young age."
Chi.'"
Gu Can wanted to laugh when he thought of these kind words.
She said cautiously: "If the Chinese Confucian Temple hadn't deliberately concealed it, wouldn't it be called 'Chen Zi' by some people, not to mention the honorific title 'Chen Jun'?"
Gu Can laughed it off.
"Sir, have you ever thought about what kind of person you want to be in this life?"
“I just think about who I don’t want to be.”
"Give me an example."
"For example, you are looking for an embroidered pillow that is useless."
"My young master, it's useless. You haven't tried it."
It rained from the sky and flowed from the ground to the ground. There were fights at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, haha.
When they arrived at a place, seeing Gu Can stop moving forward, Gu Lingxuan asked doubtfully: "Sir, what is this?"
Gu Can said: "I'm waiting for someone. We've made an appointment to meet here."
Gu Lingyan became more and more curious, "Is there an expert hiding in the palace?"
Gu Can said: "There are not so many holes to pick up. I have recruited the national master Huang Lie, who is in the Golden Core realm, to be a worshiper of the sect. He is familiar with the customs of the mountain and the rules of the officialdom. He can help with some common affairs."
Gu Lingyan asked: "Need it?"
Gu Can said: "Of course Baidi City doesn't need it, but my sect does."
This is a scenic spot in the capital with a touch of fairy spirit. It is called Moon Mirror Pond, where carps of various colors are raised. People in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom have had the custom of releasing animals here since ancient times. A pavilion was built beside the pond, and an ancient mirror was hung on the forehead of the pavilion.
The couplet is very mottled and old, and the content is that there is no need to avoid the fish, shrimps, turtles, and snakes, and the light only shines on the dragon. It is said that on moonlit nights, the water here is especially bright, clear, and sparkling. It seems that it is indeed what the couplet says, and it is not a lie. Just now
Gu Can did not enter the pavilion, but stopped at the entrance of a nearby Taoist temple. Mixed in the bustling city, it was a cold and unpopular temple, the kind that ordinary people would miss when passing by. Gu Lingxuan looked at it.
This is a Taoist temple with a small appearance. The couplets here are also strange. A piece of elves has a spirit, and I don’t know who it is. It is more like the words of a half-couplet... Gu Lingxuan instantly understood that it must be the same name as the couplets of the pavilion.
A couplet? In this way, Gu Lingyan took a long look at the deserted Taoist temple named "Chongyang". Unfortunately, she was not familiar with the art of looking at qi and could not see any more ways. As for what to say
She doesn't take it seriously and doesn't care about the idea of an expert who plays with the world living in seclusion here to practice Taoism. First of all, the spiritual energy inside the temple is thin. Furthermore, what does it mean to be an expert? She herself is Yu Pu with excellent qualifications.
Could it be that there are immortals sitting inside, who can ascend to make elixirs here?
She turned her head and looked around, and there came... a golden elixir earthly immortal who was not too young.
Is he the owner of this Taoist temple?
Gu Can smiled and asked: "Is the handover completed?"
Huang Lie nodded and said, "I followed your instructions and told Xue Pang the truth. When I heard it was you, I had a shit-eating expression on my face and didn't dare to say anything."
Suddenly realizing that this metaphor seemed a bit inappropriate, the old man hurriedly smiled and said: "I don't know what to say, please forgive me. Anyway, both parties are polite, and it's easy to get together and part ways."
Gu Can said: "You can speak freely from now on. Xue Pang can tolerate a national master who picks up lice and takes off his boots, but I am always a little more generous than him."
Huang Lie smiled and said: "This is a good thing. On the way here, I was still struggling with whether I would be deceived by Sect Leader Gu and let me in. Then I would turn my back and deny anyone."
Gu Can shook his head and said: "You still don't understand our Baidi City. Rumors from the outside are spread by false rumors, so it's impossible to be accurate. In Baidi City, the native genealogy monks go out to do things, and their ways are relatively wild. However, the Shanzeye cultivators who entered the city halfway are more disciplined.
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Huang Lie said cautiously: "If I have the opportunity to go to Baidi City to see the lanterns, I will be able to see the general scenery. I am really curious and longing, and I have been fascinated by it for a long time."
Gu Can said: "The threshold of Baidi City will only get higher and higher in the future. This matter is indeed not easy, but it can be discussed. For example, we can wait until you reach the Nascent Soul Realm."
Gu Lingyan seemed to have just discovered that there was such a famous person. He smiled brightly and said with a strange tone: "Oh, it's amazing, he is actually an old god of golden elixir."
Huang Lie laughed and said: "So-so, just so-so."
Gu Can glanced at her and reminded: "Speak humanly."
She obviously listened to the advice, and she turned sideways and said a blessing, "I have seen my elders, this is a miracle. I have only been with the master for a short period of time, and I don't understand the rules and etiquette. Please forgive me for your sins."
Gu Can introduced: "She is now under the pseudonym Ling Yi. She is from a wild demon clan and is in the Jade Pu realm. She has good qualifications."
Huang Lie was not surprised at all. City Lord Zheng's disciple was not allowed to show off when he went out. He just brought a personal maid from the Jade Purity Realm, so there was no need to make a fuss.
Thinking this way, Lao Jindan could not help but feel melancholy in his heart. This seemingly weak young woman in front of him was, after all, an unattainable Jade Pure Realm. The key was that she came from the wild world.
Huang Lie couldn't help but asked curiously: "What kind of person is Master Chen? Just like Baidi City, the real scene inside is very different from the rumors outside?"
Gu Can smiled and said: "There is no need to use him repeatedly to beat me."
Huang Lie's scalp tightened, "I don't dare, Sect Master Gu has misunderstood."
Gu Can said: "Then try not to let me misunderstand."
It wasn't until this moment that Huang Lie finally understood the unique style of behavior of the genealogy monks in Baidi City.
Gu Lingyan smiled brightly.
Gu Can asked: "Where is this?"
Huang Lie said with a smile: "This place was once a family temple built by dignitaries who donated money. It was called Alchemy Temple in ancient times, but now it is called Chongyang."
Gu Can nodded and said: "I saw that the weather here was good before. Of course, compared to the capital of your Yuxuan Kingdom, it is called Alchemy Temple? No wonder I thought this was a good place for alchemy. I changed the name well. I guess it is an expert.
.The first to get the moon is near the water tower. The predecessors deliberately chose this place. There is no doubt that the water elixir is being refined here. It is also called Chongyang, which has a certain gain. The giant prong is melted, the golden furnace is golden, the purple light is gradually emitting, and the red energy is deep.
. I guess a so-called land god will appear in the future. As for how long it will take in the future, whether it will be decades or hundreds of years, I am a layman in the art of qi reading, so I don’t know."
The art of looking at the qi is different from the ordinary magic and magical powers of the immortal family, and it is also different from the so-called clairvoyance, foot and magical powers. This method is similar to the talisman, and the threshold is quite high. It pays attention to the talent and foundation of the Taoist.
Success or failure seems not to be determined by manpower, but by destiny. Only the gods of mountains and rivers, even the temples of obscenity that are not officially sanctioned by the imperial court, have molded their golden bodies and erected temples, and they can immediately master this method. In addition to other countries,
Qin Tianjian, in addition to those strange people and fortune tellers who travel around the world.
Huang Lie said: "Go in and ask for a cup of tea?"
Gu Can shook his head and said, "Let's go shopping somewhere else. It doesn't matter where you go."
The vast world of mortals infects the human body, and the furnace of heaven and earth forges the alchemy elixir.
People in the world say that immortals are good and that one golden elixir can guarantee immortality. But if they don’t know how difficult it is to practice Taoism, they may turn their hearts into ashes.
Stopping along the way, I looked at the willow color with sadness, growing deeper and deeper with the spring.
In the world of Chen Ping'an's mind.
On the top of the city, standing behind Ma Kuxuan, was Zhou Mi, who looked like a goddess in the temple of obscenity among the mountains and rivers. His golden body shone and his smile was calm, as if he had finally said goodbye without saying a word.
Although he knew it must be false, Chen Ping'an was still in a weird mood, frowned and asked: "How did you do it?"
Old God Ma Kuxuan said: "Calling the soul."
Ma Kuxuan's eyes were hot, as if there was a huge puzzle for Chen Ping'an to solve, "Don't you always have a good memory? This kind of thing didn't often happen near Xinghua Lane and Clay Vase Lane in the past. Have you forgotten?
When the children were frightened and lost their souls, their parents would lead them through the streets and in the wilds, calling their names all the way to help the wandering souls return home. There are many ancestral crafts in the world that have been lost. I am just re-inventing them.
I just picked it up, what is the effect? Are you shocked? It can make Chen Yinguan Chen Jianxian, who is accustomed to the big world, feel so fearful. It is not in vain that I have put so much effort into it and spent so much effort."
Chen Pingan asked: "Have you thought about the consequences?"
The resonance between heaven and man that the monks in the world have in mind is all about the resonance between man and heaven and earth. You, Ma Kuxuan, are not afraid that Zaitian Zhoumi, who occupies the former site of heaven, will be connected with the human world. He will be separated and descend to the earth. He will give birth to ten thousand people.
1? Especially at this critical moment when the founders of the three religions have dispersed.
Ma Kuxuan felt as if he had heard the funniest joke, "You have already killed me, and you still persuade me not to break the pot? Why should I keep this kind of trump card? I can use it when I go to the grave to worship my ancestors next year?"
Chen Pingan was silent.
Ma Kuxuan stared at the guy who had held a grudge for so many years and said in a deep voice: "Now I give you two choices, either you quit the Ma family immediately and wipe out the old grudges, or I will persuade them to stop enjoying the incense sacrifice.
The thought of achieving immortality in Shinto will cause your body to age day by day, and you will go to sleep at the end of your life. Or in order to avenge your own personal revenge, you will not hesitate to risk dragging the entire world into the whirlpool and become my enemy. Of course, just with this risk, I
But I didn’t say that the person who came from behind must be so capable that he could cause harm to the world. You can, bet!"
Chen Pingan said: "You have misunderstood. What I call consequences has little to do with this world. I am better at starting from scratch and cleaning up messes like a swallow holding mud. I am talking about you. You want to do this next year."
On Qingming Festival, Ma Yanshan and Ma Yuemei, how many glasses of wine would you like to give to your brother, whom they regard as the backbone of the family? Goddess Ma of Xinghua Lane, you have given me the grace to deliver my baby. Your grandma may not miss the old days, but I want to miss this one.
Love, in the final analysis, although it is a business, one of the many businesses she has done, I once heard someone say when I was young that when my mother gave birth to me, the process was not easy and quite dangerous, so
When my father was invited back then, he left the original Baoxi kiln and went to your kiln to work as a porcelain master and to recruit apprentices. It was because he remembered this kindness. The Ma family in Xinghua Lane has the Ma family in Xinghua Lane
Tutor, our Chen family in Muping Lane also has our Yohanna Ou Yun K, so I have been advising you not to do it all, leaving yourself a way out, and I can wait for you to come to me for revenge in the future.?
Ma Kuxuan was silent for a moment and said: "Then you are mistaken. I don't think about avenging them one day, just because they gave birth to me. I just want to repay my kindness and repay this debt, so I just follow
They are settled. So you come to seek revenge. This is a deadlock between us. Why did I earn that bag of money when I was a teenager and deliberately leak the news that you and Ning Yao were hiding in the Immortal Tomb? Could it be that I would covet that little gold?
Fine copper coins? Why do I obviously think that you and I are fellow travelers, and that everyone of the same age in Lizhudongtian looks at you the most, but I want to deliberately aggravate the cause and effect of both parties, just so that you and I can meet one day and know life and death as soon as possible, don't
If you are just a little bit sloppy, no matter who dies, you can settle the scores of the two families together. As a result, your performance today makes me very..."
Ma Kuxuan paused briefly, then slowly said two words, "Disappointed."
Chen Pingan said: "Ma Kuxuan, it's not me who is struggling, but you, because you have never recognized and accepted your own roots. Deep in your heart, you hate your own clear origins, and you can't see tomorrow.
Destiny, that’s why you became your only friend with Yu Shiwu who was in the same situation. Neither accepting where you came from nor finding your whereabouts, you became a rootless duckweed in this world."
"Since you were all wrong yesterday, you will do a lot more wrong tomorrow. So you have been waiting for today."
Having said this, Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, laughed, and rolled up his sleeves, "I know this feeling, because I have walked through this myself. You are right, we are indeed on the same journey, at least on the same path in life.
There's a long way to go, and it's all the same."
Ma Kuxuan said: "It's a pity that we are not destined to be friends. Let's go all out and let the long-awaited 'today' be happy. Don't become the kind of Qingshenshan wine in your wine shop. Whoever drinks it frowns, I drink it."
However, I still found someone to bring two pots with me, it was too cheating."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "This kind of bastard thing is not coming from someone who loves to drink. Drinking depends on the place. In the wine shop, you only need to take out a piece of snow to spend money, pay with one hand and deliver the goods, and drink on the spot.
After finishing it, I found a friend to help me, and walked from the Jianqi Great Wall to Daoxuan Mountain, brought it to Aquarius Island, and delivered it to you in Zhenwu Mountain. Can the same drink have the same taste? What you are expecting is not a snowflake.
The taste of money."
Ma Kuxuan asked with a smile: "Why are you so interested in talking all of a sudden?"
Chen Pingan pointed to the "Zhou Mi" who was more than two feet tall, "Aren't you trying to see how long this dear friend can last? You are in the Immortal Realm now. If you invite an illusion from the Fourteenth Realm, you will definitely not want to follow me.
If you waste a few words, then I can avoid the fight and postpone it. If you are a thug with an Ascension level cultivation, with your temper and face, you can at most bite the bullet and talk for a few words, and you will interrupt me, and I will do the same.
It’s good to fight and retreat. Now it seems that at most it is a fake ascension, a fairyland, but there are a few tricks of the ascension realm to control the situation. Light a stick of incense and personally descend to the real world. The duration is quite long, so you only have the slightest chance.
Not urgent?"
Ma Kuxuan clicked his tongue and said: "As expected of a sword cultivator, he is really cheap."
A heavy snow fell in the sky, and the snowflakes were so dense that I didn't know whether they were falling from the sky or rising.
Ma Kuxuan heard that sword cultivators on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, regardless of their level of realm, would not have a grave after death, so naturally there would be no custom of worshiping ancestors.
In this snow, the top of the city is like a tomb, and the endless snowflakes are like countless white paper money scattered to pay homage to the heroic spirits.
People have become ancient people, and the earth has become relics. They are all gone.
Ma Kuxuan smiled brightly and shouted "Chen Pingan."
Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Huh?"
In an instant, visions arose, and the entire sky condensed into a thunder pool, with a mighty sound, just like a great monk in seclusion leading to a catastrophe. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning as thick as a mountain peak separated from it, and turned several times in mid-air.
In an instant, a straight line became more condensed and slender, and the Taoist rhyme contained in it was even more amazing, like a golden flying sword hitting Chen Pingan. When the golden thunder was about to hit Chen Pingan's head, there was a burst of thunder near the thunder pool in the sky.
There was a shaking sound. Chen Ping'an didn't know whether he had no choice but to hide, or wanted to weigh the weight of this "sky thunder". He didn't move, and punched upwards, and the "tip" of the sword exploded.
, within a radius of a hundred feet, countless golden sparks burst out, making Chen Pingan feel like he was in a fire house where swords were forged and iron was forged.
But this sword, or a thunder from the sky, is no less powerful than a full-strength strike from a Jade Pu realm swordsman.
But Ma Kuxuan didn't use a trace of spiritual energy at all. There was no talisman in his hand to drive him, and there was no need to recite a spell to induce thunder.
There were five colors of thunder in total, which coincided with the cycle of the five elements. They were constantly differentiated in the thunder pool, and they fell on the city head one after another without giving Chen Pingan any time to breathe.
"Five thunders striking the top" is originally a Taoist term. Because it is too powerful and deeply rooted in people's hearts, the common people in the city, as well as the green forest heroes in the rivers and lakes, always like to say that if you violate your oath, the shadow of the cloud above your head will appear.
Five thunders struck from the sky.
Ma Kuxuan had already contracted his earth veins and moved to another place, far away from the battlefield. He smiled and said: "There are thousands of magic techniques in the world that are mastered by Qi practitioners, but magical powers are my family's business."
After resisting dozens of thunderbolts, Chen Ping'an's fists were bruised with blood and bones, and his whole arm was numb. He had to shake his arm, and a long string of electric lights was still entangled around his arm, like a dozen snow-white electric snakes being killed by Chen Ping'an.
Peace shook to the ground.
Chen Ping'an was a little surprised. Why didn't Ma Kuxuan take the opportunity to throw out a few more thunder spells?
In the previous words, when talking about the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, Ma Kuxuan seemed to be arrogant. He did not think highly of the Five Thunder Methods of the Tianshi Mansion, and even felt that he was qualified to teach Zhao Tianlai the true meaning of the thunder method. Ma Kuxuan
No matter how high-minded Kuxuan was, he did not feel that he was superior to Zhao Tianlai in terms of magical attainments. It was just that Ma Kuxuan was a reincarnation of the gods and was born in the Lei tribe of the ancient heaven. He regarded himself as the authentic sect of thunder methods, so there was no problem.
Ma Kuxuan said with a smile: "I didn't even give you a chance to breathe. I'm so generous, but I want to take the opportunity to sharpen my fist skills and temper my body. You ten-level warriors are really amazing. I envy you, I envy you to the extreme."
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As he spoke, the Heavenly Tribulation of the Thunder Pond was getting deeper and deeper, overwhelming and suffocating. The vast Thunder Pond, which had accumulated countless ancient Taoist ideas, was like a deep pool filled with water. Ma Kuxuan used his great supernatural power to
A ditch was formed and led to Chen Ping'an. It created a pattern as if the wellhead was poured with river water. It was all in one go, and the meaning of the thunder and lightning was as thick as slurry. Because the thunder and lightning fell too frequently, the paths were connected and connected continuously, and there was originally a slight gap.
The sound of thunder turned into continuous rolling thunder, like a god beating a drum in the clouds, and someone put his ear on the drum. Not to mention Chen Ping'an, who was in the game, it shocked Ma Kuxuan.
Some felt chest tightness, stretched out their hands, gently rubbed their ears, and sneered, "The illusion of the heart is ultimately a fake."
It turns out that a Great Wall of Sword Qi has been shaken down by hundreds of lightning strikes. The bright red mustard figure stands in the ruins, continuing to bear the catastrophe with both fists. With each punch delivered, there are hundreds of millions of people around it.
Thousands of fires, a gorgeous scene, one cannot tell whether it is a sea of fire or a vast array of stars in the endless void.
"Do you still dare to say that you only use martial arts to fight against the enemy? Are you really not going to use shrinking techniques and sword escape techniques?"
"I would like to see how long Grandmaster Zhijie's pure Qi can last."
According to Ma Kuxuan's calculation, when Chen Ping'an takes a breath, before the old and new qi are connected, he will be rewarded with another magic hand.
For Taoist monks, the human body is originally a "blessed land", and the flesh and blood, muscles and bones are the mountains and rivers. The so-called practice is to use a bridge of immortality to connect the "cave to heaven" and temper the spiritual energy inside. The Buddhists say that the human body is rare, and it is never an empty lie. In the world
All sentient beings regard human beings as the leader of all spirits, so why do all the enlightened monsters on the earth strive to be transformed into human bodies? Naturally, it is profitable. With human bodies, cultivation can get twice the result with half the effort. To put it simply, in a sense,
, the human race is...the free spirit.
The scale of this Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Pond can logically suppress a Jade Pu Realm sword cultivator, kill him, and turn him into powder. Even his soul will be wiped out. There is no need to talk about the afterlife. Let the giant on the mountain top
The monks can enter and leave the underworld of Fengdu, but if they want to save the situation, they are still in vain. With this unique magical power, killing Yu Pu or seriously injuring the immortal is already the ultimate level of Ma Kuxuan's "manpower". Once he asks for more
If there is more, even if it is just the slightest, Ma Kuxuan must pay a strictly reciprocal and exact price, step into the divine way, return to the throne of God, and become a god!
And this trend of the great road is irreversible. Therefore, if he goes one step further and steals a little more of the secrets of heaven, Ma Kuxuan will completely abandon the seven emotions and six desires. He will no longer be bound by cause and effect, even if he preserves the memory of this life. So this is a paradox. If you want to use it,
If you have more divine ways, help yourself to have great magical powers, and be able to kill an immortal with a crushing posture, Ma Kuxuan will no longer be Ma Kuxuan. Now that this road has come to an end for the time being, Ma Kuxuan is on another road.
I also prepared several gifts for Chen Pingan as a way to entertain guests.
At the bottom of the collapse, in the flying snow, golden thunder and lightning were swaying wildly.
When the manpower was finally exhausted, the powerful fist power of the owner in the bright red robe showed no sign of weakening.
Is it possible that Chen Ping'an can really "eat" all the thunder pools in one go?
Ma Kuxuan asked curiously: "Are all Zhijie warriors so powerful?"
Regarding joint training, Ma Kuxuan is an expert and has a very high vision. However, he has never been involved in martial arts and knows very little about it.
Zhou Mi on the side replied: "Because he is at the Qi Sheng level, which no one has ever done before. He is uniquely blessed and can carry it for a longer period of time."
Ma Kuxuan twitched his lips and said, "If you have the ability, just endure it. It will be a good thing."
Zhou Ming is noncommittal.
Ma Kuxuan laughed loudly and slapped his knee, "When we get out of trouble later, this guy will definitely complain to me, 'Your methods are too mean.' Right?"
Zhou Mi reminded: "We are in the battle, it's a little early to be happy now."
After all, this barbaric Wenhai who was summoned by Ma Kuxuan to support him was an existence that Ma Kuxuan visualized using ancient secret methods and then "forged in a furnace". It was equivalent to using the twelve ancient high-ranking gods at the same time.
The two's natal magical powers are far beyond the comparison of ordinary puppets. They were named "soul-calling" by Ma Kuxuan, and they secretly contracted the secret of heaven, which is not bad at all.
Zhou Mi smiled and said: "People fight for a breath, and gods receive a stick of incense. It really suits the occasion."
On the ground, Chen Ping'an's boxing technique was so simple that he had almost no moves at all, and he was out of his ordinary.
The peak of the boxing intention is unparalleled, like a god who is not subject to incense, breaking the shackles and walking in the world.
Ma Kuxuan's face was shimmering in the golden light and snow. He stared intently at the battlefield where it was like a warrior with no opponent in front of him, facing only the sky.
There are thousands of spells on the mountain, which are dazzling. They are beautiful to look at, but in Ma Kuxuan's eyes, it seems that after all, it is not as satisfying as relying on his fists alone.
It's a pity that when he approached Yu Shiwu, he had some intentions at first, but in the end he couldn't bear to take action against this friend, so he came out to occupy the magpie's nest and resurrect the soul through the dead body.
Ma Kuxuan couldn't help but sigh, "What a monster."
Zhou Mi said: "Compared to the Ascension Realm monks, there are only a few warriors of the same generation who can reach the first level of the Divine Realm. They have fewer opportunities to compete with each other and the number of punches is even less."
Ma Kuxuan said: "If you put yourself in his shoes, even if the combat power on paper is the same, facing this thunder pool, I wouldn't be able to walk so casually like him."
Zhou Mi said: "It's calm."
The existence of heavenly calamity, in addition to being regarded as a dangerous pass by monks, is a fateful calamity from which there is no escape. The dangers and horrors are only known to those monks in history who had no choice but to die because they could not escape the calamity.
.In addition, there is a deeper truth. The existence of a heavenly calamity can reduce merit and cause and effect in the world.
If one is not good at studying Taoism and ends up in a situation where the body dies and Taoism disappears, it is just a matter of returning the property to the Lord. However, if one successfully overcomes the tribulation, it is a benefit of the Taoism and can help the Taoist people escape the tribulation. The Taoist mind will be clear and the Taoist body will not be broken.
Stained in the world of mortals, otherwise why would those who have attained the Dao preach the secrets of heaven with great earnestness and sincerity, emphasizing that one must wait until the merits and virtues are perfected before going to attain the Dao and then have the opportunity to become immortals.
But if we say that the Heavenly Tribulation is man-made, there is a huge difference. If you are not careful, you will be struck by the five thunders of the Heavenly Tribulation, cutting off the three flowers on your head, and destroying the five human qi that were finally condensed.
What Ma Kuxuan wants to do is to make the young hidden official who has done many feats, the master of Luolu Mountain, have all his words and deeds wiped out, and lose some kind of protection from God.
This move can reverse the situation and make Chen Ping'an temporarily lose his "time". Regardless of whether you rely on flying swords or other means, here you are mainly against the guest. I will follow the same pattern and focus on the anti-guest.
In addition, Ma Kuxuan has more magical effects.
Ma Kuxuan looked at that guy intently and murmured to himself: "I want to cut off all your merits. I don't want it to last forever, just for a short time."
When a person's merits and virtues are gone, he becomes a bad guy with bad luck. As the old saying goes, people with strong luck can deceive ghosts, and ghosts with bad luck can trick people. This is the truth.
Why are the gods of mountains and rivers in the world today willing to pay homage to someone who is passing through? Or show up to pay tribute, or protect them secretly? Why does the Chenghuang Temple in the world have a single booklet with a name written in Zhubi?
Everything is due to the ancient times. There have been some changes in the ritual system. Among them, there is a new "Heaven Rule". Qi practitioners and mountain and water gods, who have meritorious deeds for the people, will be added to the law.
The merits in the world are divided into yin and yang. As for what is yin virtue? It is like ringing in the ears, which is heard only by oneself, and people are ignorant. People often advise that it is better to cultivate yin virtues to gain wealth and fame. A word of planting reveals the secret of heaven, and the heart and earth are the field of blessings.
The fields are barren and the water sources are drying up. How can we talk about the next year's harvest? This is not an empty talk to "deceive people" to do good. It only talks about a certain lineage of Taoism. It is extremely strict to recruit disciples and preach. Why do we require disciples to have three thousand merits and
The perfect preparation for eight hundred good deeds?
People have the heart to follow the Tao, the ambition to become an immortal, and the wish to soar to the sky, but they still cannot understand right and wrong.
The common man meets noble people in the market and on the road of life, and never misses them. So this fate is not only obtained through human effort, but also has the fate hidden deep in it.
I have picked up gold and silver in my own field. If I can spread it on a large scale and turn my own field into the whole world, I am cultivating the Tao.
Zhou Mi suddenly said: "Chen Ping'an's merits are too little, far lower than expected, and unreasonably low. I guess he encountered something and took the initiative to let go..."
Ma Kuxuan looked indifferent and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, the amount of merit he has has will not affect the overall situation after all. I just want a clear and refreshing result. This method of cutting three flowers but five qi with one hand is too much and not too much."
But I want to make up for it, punch a hole in his body and see what he can do to fill the gap."
Ma Kuxuan stood up and said, "That's it."
There is a thunder pool as vast as a giant lake hanging high in the sky. The "water surface" has been reduced to a thin layer, which can at most support several cycles of Five Elements Thunder.
Zhou Mi nodded, "Please issue a decree."
Ma Kuxuan did not dare to be careless and spoke a few words from his heart.
This Wenhai Zhoumi obeyed the order and used his "Zhoumi True Body" to display magical powers that he had never had the opportunity to show off on the human battlefield.
Without giving Chen Pingan a chance to breathe, an invisible magical power attached itself to Chen Pingan. At that moment, Chen Pingan's body sank. There was a huge pit in the depression on the ground, covered with dense spider webs.
A pure martial artist does not need to take a breath unless he has reached the level of the ultimate level. This is why the same level of end is still the source of the difference between clouds and mud.
Cause and effect itself has nothing to do with good or evil, but cause and effect will bring different pros and cons. So depending on the amount of blessings and the depth of Qi, the fullness and lack of merit and luck of a person, there will be a "fight", intertwined, each increasing or decreasing, and canceling each other out.
, eventually set on a certain level, similar to becoming the "current face" of a person when a fortune teller sees it.
Chen Pingan, who had been punching leisurely and walking calmly, frowned and instantly raised his arms and shoulders, as if he wanted to shake away foreign objects attached to his body.
Just such an action caused gusts of wind to roll across the earth like thunder, causing a large crater to expand several times, with a radius of dozens of miles and almost flat ground.
As for those thunders from the sky, they were easily dismissed by Chen Pingan without any pain.
Chen Ping'an shook his sleeves and looked up at Ma Kuxuan who was walking to the "cliff edge".
Ma Kuxuan's laughter came to my ears, "Take it."
Ma Kuxuan smiled and said: "I heard that Shanzhu Chen likes to be reasonable and a good person most in his life. Then let me let you know the truth. What is a good person also needs to pay a price."
Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "I like to hear this. It turns out you are not bragging. You are worthy of being a confidant."
Ma Kuxuan pointed at Chen Ping'an's shoulder, "Everyone who is a master is a man carrying a ghost on his back."
"I just manifested it. Of course you didn't notice this weirdness because you had enough merit before. In the market, there is often a saying that people who lack Yang Qi will have a cold neck and a cold back.
There's something behind you, whether it's a human or a ghost, right?"
"Those who have gone through the world of martial arts and have stained their hands with countless bloody things may have strong bones and strong evil spirits at the moment, but it doesn't matter. When they get old and weak, and their spirit is insufficient, let's see what the situation will be like. Oh, why do people who are in the world of rivers and lakes keep saying that it will not bring harm to their families?
, I want to wash my hands in a golden basin. Why are officials most afraid of being implicated in having their homes raided? This is because they are afraid of the consequences but do not know the cause."
"Those who died directly by your hands, those who died indirectly because of you, those who stopped at Shujian Lake on the way, those who are permanently stationed in this Great Sword Qi Wall, whether they deserved to die, died in vain, humans, ghosts, or ghosts,
The monsters and gods are all on your back now anyway."
Chen Pingan was indeed pressed to the point where his knees were slightly bent and his body was stooped, showing an overwhelmed posture. This was definitely not a lie.
Ma Kuxuan asked with a smile: "Have you ever seen with your own eyes the pain of climbing over mountains in the profession of porter? It's the kind of coolie who carries luggage and snakes along the mountain with the road. I think you are almost the same as them now."
Chen Pingan asked calmly: "Have you ever seen a woman carrying her husband?"
Ma Kuxuan was stunned.
Chen Ping'an said: "I have seen it. Do you know how they use bamboo shoot shells?"
Ma Kuxuan was speechless and sighed, "Let me bite the bullet and suppress my character. It's rare for me to say a human word. Chen Ping'an, you shouldn't take the suffering of others in this world so seriously."
Zhou Mi reminded: "Don't delay."
Ma Kuxuan nodded, "Then continue and gather three axes."
Chen Ping'an, who was wearing a bright red robe, stretched out a palm, obviously signaling to Ma Kuxuan to be polite and just let the horse come over.
Na Zhoumi's expression suddenly changed slightly.
Ma Kuxuan asked doubtfully: "Can't it be shaped? There are monks in the Fourteenth Realm who had no idea and helped Chen Pingan set up some kind of amulet early?"
Zhou Mi shook his head and said: "It needs to be more weird."
"First use human power to create heavenly calamities, and then use secret methods to show cause and effect. What, next, are we going to imitate the inner demons of Taoists?"
Chen Pingan sneered and said: "If this is true, as I expected, then your three-axe attack is really extraordinary. Ordinary immortals may not be able to endure it."
Even before Ma Kuxuan made a move, the immortals who were fighting against him were probably already dead or injured.
The originally dark sky opened a thin line, creating a hole. With a flash of golden light, a bright sword light fell straight down.
The point of the sword is nowhere else.
It was Chen Pingan.
Don't kill others, only kill yourself.
The bright red robe on his body had fallen off on its own, and he was one step ahead and swept away to another place.
A man wearing a green shirt and carrying a sword walked out of the Ma family's ancestral hall and came to this world, "Finally we meet."
Standing there, spreading his hands, the bright red robe was put on by itself.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's not easy, you can actually force me to reveal my true body and come here to meet you."