At the top of Ji Ling Peak, Liu Qi gave Lu Shen a method similar to clairvoyance and his own mind. Lu Shen felt dizzy after just observing Taoism. He stretched out his hand to hold down the white jade railing, trying to stabilize his Taoist mind.
Indescribably wonderful, breathtaking.
It turns out that the "Earth Mirror" I wrote can be interpreted and displayed in this way?!
Liu Xian removed his magical power and said, "What does Lu Shen, who wrote the Earth Mirror Chapter, know about the Earth Mirror Chapter?"
Lu Shen laughed dumbly.
He benefited a lot from this Taoist viewing, and Lu Shen already had the idea of returning to Tiandu Peak for retreat immediately. His intuition told him that although he still could not bypass Zou Zi and reach the sky in one step, compared with what he had learned from borrowing books from Zheng Juzhong,
The sequelae of the Great Dao are still profitable. Compared with the past retreats of meditating and searching, the benefits of the Great Dao will only be greater. Especially this swordsmanship is the Tao method...
However, Liu Qi guessed Lu Shen's thoughts and said: "Before you join the Tao, don't expect to be able to follow the gourd's example, or you will be disgusted by heaven."
Lu Shen said quickly: "Keep it in mind."
Zheng Juzhong said: "Everyone is busy with his own business."
Liu Xi nodded, "I'm going to Aai Aizhou."
As the two parties parted, there was a strange question and answer.
Liu Qian asked: "Are there any taboos in this deprivation?"
Zheng Juzhong replied: "There are no taboos, I'm just afraid that I won't be full."
Liu Xi asked no more questions.
Lu Shen mistakenly thought that Liu Xian's so-called "deprivation" meant that Zheng Juzhong and Chen Ping'an teamed up to "rob Dao" Jianxiu Huangzhen, so he didn't think much about it.
He shrunk to the boundary of the mountain gate and slowly walked out of the archway. Zheng Juzhong said: "Next, you can go to Piyun Mountain to find a job. If Wei Shenjun refuses to accept you, go to Tiaoyu Mountain and Huaying Peak to work as a handyman.
. Just a reminder, don’t think about going to the old ashram. The ferry ruins have nothing to do with you. You just need to wait for the destined person to take over. Then you will be truly free from disaster."
Zhou Hu nodded and said in dialect, "I'm a slave."
Previously, she was at the foot of the mountain and Zheng Juzhong was at the top of the mountain. She still dared to make a mistake.
Now that he was face to face with Zheng Juzhong, Zhou Hu remained silent and had no intention of raising an army to hold him accountable.
Zheng Juzhong said: "Take care of yourself."
Zhou Hu nodded.
The first outer sect servant disciple of Luo Po Mountain was the white-haired boy who transformed into an outer demon, and the first genealogist, "Honghou".
The second person is Yinlu, the deputy city lord of the Wilderness Immortal Hairpin City in the past. Now he has changed his name to Zeng Cuo.
If Zhou Hu did not go to Piyun Mountain as an errand, but went to Tiaoyu Mountain to settle down, then she would be the third servant disciple in the history of Luopo Mountain.
Zhou Hu asked: "Mr. Zheng is going back to Baidi City to retreat?"
Zheng Juzhong had already left without knowing where he was going.
With nothing to do, but feeling really bored, Chen Lingjun rolled down his sleeves, wandered down the mountain from the back, and took the initiative to visit Piyun Mountain.
The boy in Tsing Yi made a secret to control a cloud of water vapor, slowly rose into the sky, and disappeared, drifting towards Beiyue. The clouds fell in a secluded place, dispersed the clouds and mist, and floated to the ground. He walked slowly to the entrance of the mountain. The boy in Tsing Yi put his hands on his hips, not bad, not bad.
, the hilltop is not low and bustling. Wei Yeyou has become more and more prosperous in recent years.
There is an endless stream of faithful men and women who come here to burn incense, including family members of high-ranking officials, descendants of noble families, and old people from poor families who have walked hundreds of miles on foot.
Whether you come here to devoutly seek immortality, or to worship at the top of the mountain, as the old saying goes, it is not strange to be polite to many people, and it is true everywhere.
Wuyue is not a fairy palace with strict gates and no idlers allowed. Therefore, except for holding night banquets, Piyun Mountain will not set up a "concierge" at the foot of the mountain.
Chen Lingjun raised his head and looked somewhere, laughing to himself.
The bamboo forest in Piyun Mountain, like Wei Shanjun's reading place, is a forbidden area, with no pavilions, no houses, no terraces, no railings. It is abandoned in the mountains and fields. No one is allowed to enter when the bamboo shoots are blooming in winter and spring, even if you are the owner of the bamboo forest.
Wei Bo doesn't get involved easily, he just lets it grow naturally.
A few years ago, there was a little girl in black who was holding a green bamboo stick. She often came here to play alone. She did not use the fairy wind control method, but just hiked up the mountain. After entering the mountain, she specifically chose secluded paths and seemed to be hiding in Tibet.
, I poked my head behind the tree, looked around, and suddenly rushed down to the hiding place... The little girl just missed writing the two characters "芟thief" on her forehead, and went straight to the bamboo forest again and again...
The goddess of the Ceremony Department and the Xianjia subordinates of the Touring Department, who first learned about this, were naturally very nervous due to their responsibilities. Fortunately, they quickly received an order from Wei Shanjun, allowing them to pretend not to know. So every time
When the little girl climbed the mountain, they neither showed up to block her way nor dared to scold her. They could only watch the audacious mountain guest enter the bamboo forest.
I was afraid that when the little girl walked out of the bamboo forest, she would already have a few bamboo poles on her shoulders and carry them down the mountain in a big way.
To stop or not to stop? Is there any point in stopping? Mr. Weishan said he didn’t need to worry about it, but he was really “thiefed”. Who will suffer in the end?
"Tsk, tsk, rare visitor."
Wei Bo, who used a cover-up trick and dressed up as an elegant scholar, said: "If ancestor Jingqing doesn't stay in the mountains to entertain guests, why are you here?"
Chen Lingjun said angrily: "What are you doing? You haven't even come to the door yet, and you're already chasing customers away. Brother Wei, this hurts your feelings. Ancestor Jingqing, who are you disgusting with?"
Wei Bo stretched out his hand to hold the boy in green's head and said with a smile: "Why are you talking to me? Huh?"
Chen Lingjun shrank his neck and explained: "Aren't you afraid that in my presence, nephew Zheng Shi will be restrained in his words and deeds?"
Wei Bo said: "Mr. Zheng has left Luopo Mountain."
Chen Lingjun complained: "The old cook is not sophisticated. He has been asked to stay again and again, but he can't do such a small thing well."
Wei Bo asked: "Why are you so immature?"
Chen Lingjun explained: "If I come to try to persuade him to stay, nephew Zheng Shi doesn't know my importance in Luo Luo Mountain, so he probably won't be able to wipe out his face.
I'm afraid of trouble. As an elder, I can't talk to a junior about how close I am to the mountain master and how he has a reputation in the mountain. The old cook is well known to passers-by as the poor butler of the mountain, and he has done it again and again.
Three more times
If you want to stay as a guest, Zheng Shi's nephew can politely refuse once or twice, and then follow the trend and stay in the mountains. When you go back, you must say something to the old cook... Forget it, if Brother Zhuoliu comes to the mountain again in the future, I will punish myself first.
Three bowls."
Wei Bo smiled and said, "You really recognize this nephew."
Chen Lingjun said angrily: "Otherwise? If you become rich, you won't recognize your poor relatives. How can you be a hero?!"
Wei Bo stretched out his hand to hold down the dog's head and said: "With such a loud voice, he is indeed a hero, right?"
Chen Lingjun was immediately discouraged.
Zhou Hu followed closely behind and came to Piyun Mountain.
Wei Bo nodded and said with a heartfelt smile: "Fellow Taoist Meizheng, you can visit Beiyue at will."
Zhou Hu returned the favor and found a lame excuse, saying, "I haven't walked for a long time, so I came here to relax."
Although Zheng Juzhong asked her to come here to find a job and receive a salary, it was probably just a matter of her opening her mouth and nodding to Wei Shenjun, but it was really hard for her to say it. An Ascension Realm monk who failed to combine the Tao with that person has always been with him. There is no way to find the ascension realm, one heaven and one earth.
Chen Lingjun mistakenly thought she was a goddess from a department in Piyun Mountain, and had no interest in friendship.
He didn't know Zhou Hu's background, but Zhou Hu was very familiar with this little boy in green. He never walked well and liked to swing his big sleeves when going up and down the mountain. Pei Qian was in the mountains, so he liked to go to Huimeng Mountain to look for him. Yunzi talked about the mountains, but Pei Qian was not there, so he accompanied Xiaomili to patrol the mountains a few more times.
Wei Bo took them both on a mountain tour.
The flaming clouds in the sky looked like a goddess looking at herself in the mirror, starting to dress up and smear rouge on her face.
We were sitting together on the bamboo chairs at the entrance of the mountain. We were about to call it a day. Xiao Mili shouted softly: "Xianwei, Xianwei, Taoist priest, Taoist priest."
Xianwei put away the books and rubbed his eyes, "Huh?"
Xiaomi Li grabbed the handle of the chair with both hands, moved the bamboo chair and the person to Xianwei, then opened his mouth and shook his head.
Xianwei understood the idea and said with a smile: "Playing the erhu or singing Tao Qing?"
Without thinking, Xiaomi Li said, "I'll just sing "The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" from your hometown. It's like the lingering sound in the book, and I won't get tired of listening to it."
Taoist priest Xianwei, the song he sang was so beautiful.
Xianwei smiled knowingly and said: "Okay."
Standing up, Xianwei coughed lightly a few times to moisten his throat.
Before the young Taoist priest could say anything, the millet grains were already clapping silently.
Xianwei closed his eyes, with a smile on his face. The young Taoist priest with a wooden hairpin on his head shook his sleeves, raised his hand, put his fingers together, and shook them gently, singing the dream of yellow beams, riding a donkey backwards, and the haze was hazy...
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Nan Posuo Island, Dragon Elephant Sword Sect.
Lu Zhi walked out of the quiet cave used for retreat, put her hand between her brows, and looked at the sky. It was clearly sunset, but she felt it was a bit dazzling.
Mrs. Yan asked cautiously: "Mr. Lu, is it done?"
In the past two years, the group of monks on the top of Haoran Mountain have achieved great enlightenment, and there has been a lot of movement. There are always various auspicious scenes. In the future, the genealogy of the Patriarch Hall, or the mountain annals, will always have a few colorful strokes. The enlightenment has soared, and with it Monks forming elixirs are almost the same, and there is also a distinction between high and low grades. For example, if you ascend during the day and are upright and bright, just like openly announcing to the heaven and earth, it must be higher than the way of overcoming the tribulation in the dark night, heresy, ghosts and immortals, etc. Choose the latter.
However, Lu Zhi came out of seclusion this time without any abnormality from beginning to end, so Mrs. Blush was not sure whether Lu Zhi would achieve enlightenment and ascend. So much so that Mrs. Blush, who was guarding the door, thought that Lu Zhi
Zhi is not in seclusion at all, he just closes the door and hides away for some leisure time.
It's just that she couldn't ask Lu Zhi if she failed as soon as they met. It would be unlucky.
During these days, Mrs. Yanyan stayed outside and couldn't be of much help. It was just her wish.
She likes to enjoy happiness and never treats herself badly, so she built a temporary pavilion outside the cave, laid out bamboo mats, lit the incense burner, cooked wine and read, and specially selected a few fragrant and lingering novels about talented people and beauties. Whenever it was late at night, everything was silent.
, as if there is only the sound of gentle turning of books in the whole world, the bright stars in the sky are like fish swimming in the water, and the people of Taiping are enjoying the peaceful scenery and grand events.
Lu Zhi walked towards the pergola, nodded and said, "It's done."
Not only was it accomplished, but the process of overcoming the tribulation and attaining enlightenment was like a magnificently imaginative poem about immortality.
The vast expanse of Taixu is lifeless, and in a trance, it seems as if you have encountered an infinitely high wall.
Lu Zhi's mind mistakenly thought that he had arrived at the boundary of heaven and earth and had touched the legendary barrier of the great road.
Countless golden lights above the head spread out like branches and leaves, swaying like bright Milky Way strips.
Lu Zhi's mind began to "soar upwards", and finally she realized that it was just a cypress boat, with a woman in a golden robe standing on the bow of the boat, and she had a pair of pure eyes.
Before seeing "her", Lu Zhi had traveled far away and saw some things that were difficult to explain. There were human-like beings, weird "ferries" with grotesque shapes, formations and barriers, and some
A ball of light like a fluttering bird, a whirlpool that fills people with fear at a glance... Occasionally, there is a sound like silk tearing, or porcelain breaking open, and there is still that huge creature, reaching out to pull out the star.
Put it in your mouth and chew it...
Lu Zhi asked: "Did you call me here?"
She shook her head.
Lu Zhi couldn't help but ask: "What are those existences? Why travel far away?"
"Migration, refuge, development, there are many purposes. But the biggest vision is still to trace our origins and trace our ancestors."
She paused for a moment and glanced at Lu Zhi, "To put it simply, I just want to take a look at you."
"The long river of time does not exist, it is just a series of prisons with different scales."
"But this is only the boundary and limit that Lu Zhi can understand. If Lu Chen were here instead, we could talk about a few more layers of meaning."
"In short, for those of you who are in your ancestral land, any slight momentary ups and downs of your thoughts are the birth and death of the so-called infinite place outside the sky, seemingly 'infinite time and billions of years'."
Lu Zhi thought of the wooden ferry under her feet, and just as she was about to say something, her mind returned to the cave.
A journey of the mind, it is really like a dream and an illusion, it is difficult to tell the truth from the false.
Mrs. Yan was pleasantly surprised, but she could not help but be confused. She always felt that Lu Zhi was a little depressed and not in high spirits.
Is it a 100% certainty that it’s not worth being happy at all?
That's right, it should be a big deal for the enlightenment to ascend and stay in another cave, but Qi Tingji didn't even bother to protect Lu Zhi and went to Fuyao Island by himself. You are really more ambitious than the other.
Lu Zhi sat on the floor and picked up a book with many dog-eared pages from the table.
Mrs. Blushing stretched out her hand to snatch it, but Lu Zhi dodged it sideways, raised the book high, and glanced at the title, "What's so shameful about this."
The blushing lady, blushing slightly, knelt down on the bamboo mat and asked tentatively: "Mr. Lu, are you worried?"
Lu Zhi hummed,
Mrs. Yanyan smiled and consoled her: "Mr. Lu has attained enlightenment and soared, so his worries are nothing."
Lu Zhi raised his head and said something that was not surprising, "After I became enlightened and ascended, I had an... experience, so I was greedy and wanted to work hard and break through again, but the result was that Hedao failed.
.”
The blushing lady looked blank, "Huh?"
Lu Zhi said in her heart again: "I saw Ruan Xiu in the sky."
Mrs. Rouyan subconsciously reached out to cover Lu Zhi's mouth.
Lu Zhi rolled up the book and knocked off the blushing lady's palm, still saying the same thing in her heart, "It's not a shameful thing."
Qi Tingji appeared here and said to Mrs. Blushing: "I want to talk to Lu Zhi about something."
Seeing the expression on Old Sword Immortal Qi's face, the blushing lady quickly stood up, gave her a blessing, and left without saying a word.
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Where did the third flying sword come from that could kill fourteen people with flying swords?
Jiang She was shocked and stopped. The ancestor of the military strategist showed an expression of disbelief for the first time.
It was obvious that the person who attacked Chen Ping'an was a fourteenth-level sword cultivator whose Taoist power was definitely not weak. Jiang She did not know for the time being whether he was "pure" or not.
But even a Taoist Sword Immortal like Qingming Tianxia is definitely not weak as long as he is in the fourteenth realm.
Against this kind of swordsman, there is a huge difference between winning and killing.
In addition, there is a difference between the so-called "killing", whether it is forcing him to surrender and reincarnate, or whether his body dies and his Tao disappears, and he falls completely. The two are also different.
Jiang She stretched out his hand to grab it, and gently twisted some of the calamity ashes with his fingers. This thing was most genuine. It was the genuine remnant of the true meaning of the great road. It indeed contained a wisp of the most exquisite sword intent. Jiang She could already confirm it.
, a Fourteenth Realm Sword Cultivator, was really removed from the list.
Which new fourteener is unlucky? Manhuang, Qingming?
It is no exaggeration to describe the battle between the fourteen realms as earth-shaking and generous.
For example, Qingming Yudou once wore dharma robes and wielded an immortal sword, and visited Zhuzhou in person, knocking down his friend who had violated the law from the Fourteenth Realm back to the Immortal Realm.
During the battle of Fuyao Island, a careful strategy was set up to surround and kill Bai Ye. In the hinterland of the wilderness, A Liang and his men were nowhere to be found.
As for what Ning Yao killed, after all, it was just a candidate ghost of the Fourteenth Realm, and it had not yet truly joined the Tao. Even so, it caused great commotion in Fengdu in the underworld.
Jiang She was silent for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "Chen Pingan, how did you do it?"
Presenting "half a one", Chen Ping'an has a divine posture, but he is extremely difficult to deal with and difficult to kill. In addition, he and Zheng Juzhong worked together to create a prototype of a Tao on the road, which is equivalent to having a small world with complete heaven and earth. Chen Ping'an is
Ping Ping's presence in it is almost the manifestation of "Tao", so Jiang She has nothing to do with Chen Ping Ping.
Chen Ping'an's biggest disadvantage is that his killing power is too low, so Jiang Sheda can practice with him and just focus on refining his martial arts luck.
Zhou Mi's previous move, but without the golden long sword manifested by the sword holder, Chen Ping'an would be even less impressive.
For Jiang She, there were only two variables in this fight, the existence of the sword holder and Zheng Juzhong's back-up plan.
On the other hand, Ning Yao, even though she is the co-leader of the colorful world, she is still holding one of the fairy swords and is still not looked down upon by Jiang She.
It's not that Ning Yao is not lethal enough, but that her identity as the co-owner of the world is exactly a double-edged sword. It is her talisman, but it also makes her restrained in other worlds. If she passes the sword in the vast world, the Confucian Temple will take care of it.
, even in the Qingming world, Bai Yujing would be more in charge, but if it were in the colorful world... Thinking of this, Jiang She was shocked in his heart, but he changed his mind a little.
Thinking about it, he quickly gave up his worries. Zheng Juzhong and Wu Shuangjiang worked together to break into the house and fight, trying to usurp the throne. If the battlefield was in the colorful world where "the Taoist youth is still young", if they really broke the truth, it would be Jiang She who broke into the house.
Fighting to mess up the time and place in the colorful world, I believe that the existence that manifests the great road there will definitely part ways with Ning Yao and turn against him.
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said: "Senior, don't worry, the battlefield is not in the colorful world. I once suggested doing this, but Yin Guan didn't agree, and Mr. Zheng didn't think it was necessary."
Just what Wu Shuangjiang said next made Jiang She feel numb, "In fact, the battlefield is in the wild world, at the former site of Jincuicheng. Mr. Zheng has been planning this for a long time. One of the clones joined forces there,
Winning a share of the destiny of the wilderness for Haoran. Moving cities, one disappears and the other grows. There is no such thing as Haoran in the wilderness. They are two golden and green cities, tens of thousands of robes of military exploits. Secretly build a dojo, build a ferry for returning to the wilderness in the future, and do it all in one fell swoop.
Three gains."
Jiang Shangzhen was doubtful and looked at Cui Dongshan. Our "Old Zheng" is really like this... Jiang Shangzhen was at a loss for words for a moment.
Cui Dongshan nodded. It was obvious that Wu Shuangjiang was not bluffing. This was Zheng Juzhong's plan.
It’s hard to overestimate Zheng Juzhong.
Until this moment, Jiang She had to admit one thing. Over the past ten thousand years, although the level of Taoism has not changed much, that is, there are more types of magic in the world, but the scheming of today's Qi practitioners is really not the same as that of ten thousand years.
The Taoist priests in the past could only imagine it.
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said: "This is a rare opportunity, so next, let me experience the scenery above the martial arts realm? Weigh the weight of the fists and feet of the legendary martial arts warriors at the eleventh realm! What do you think, senior?"
Jiang She calmed down and said with hot eyes, "Just in time to clean up the house."
Even though he knew it was nonsense, Chen Pingan couldn't help but remind him in his heart: "Palace Master Wu, the fists and kicks of the eleventh realm are not ordinary."
It stands to reason that Konghou, who serves as the genealogist, is simply a walking arsenal. He knows the famous secret skills of Qingming Tianxiajie martial artist and the best boxing moves. Then Wu Shuangjiang must have a very deep understanding of martial arts, and he will not be inferior to anyone.
A true warrior at the end of the world.
But the problem is that all truths in the world cannot be escaped from a sentence that is only superficial when read on paper.
Chen Ping'an has personally experienced Jiang She's "half punch".
Wu Shuangjiang suddenly touched his palm and said: "It's a little unexpected, the master of suffering is here. As the person who takes the sword, I can just answer the senior's doubts."
The deaf Taoist who was a "remnant of the mountains and wilderness" in Naleize Lake was indeed always soft-hearted.
Chen Pingan understood instantly.
Taking this opportunity, Chen Ping'an asked about the matter, "Repairing four imitation swords, how much is the 'some' fairy money that Palace Master Wu mentioned, can you give me an accurate figure?"
I don’t know how much money I have to spend to fill this bottomless hole.
But before Wu Shuangjiang could give the answer, Chen Pingan said to himself: "Forget it, I don't want to know the specific amount."
A disembodied figure appeared on the battlefield.
Jiang Shangzhen said: "To be fair, I was shocked. Brother Cui, who is this guy?"
Cui Dongshan looked gloomy and said: "My husband and I are from the same hometown. Ma Kuxuan has high hopes for his only direct descendant, who is specially used to disgust people."
Jiang Shangzhen slapped his forehead and said: "What a Lizhu Dongtian."
In the Guanyu Pavilion of Difei Mountain, the deaf Taoist chosen by Ma Kuxuan as the protector of Huang Zhen actually did some fortune-telling in secret, stopped him a little, and quietly gave Huang Zhen an extra invisible ancient memory.
Divine talisman.
He didn't dare to use too much force, after all, the cause and effect were too big. He only figured out the word "Zheng" and hit a wall. He saw three vague figures, and the weather was amazing, so the old man did not continue to deduce. He could have three tens at the same time.
There is no need for the old man to guess the identity of the characters in the Four Realms. Chen Qingliu, Chen Qingliu, you really taught a good apprentice!
Appearing here, Huang Zhen was filled with emotion and complex expression. He had spent thousands of years cultivating Taoism in vain, but in the end it was still nothing.
He was not very angry, nor did he look depressed at all. He just looked at the person and said, "Finally we meet again. Finally!"
Chen Ping'an said: "I'm not familiar with you, so stop talking nonsense and you can say your last words."
Both parties used the small town dialect.
Huang Zhen ignored it and looked around. Seeing so many living people at once made him feel very sad for a dead person. After all, his time was limited, so he put away some of his emotions and said with a smile: "You are really
Do you think you succeeded? Since the sword cultivator Huang Zhen after a thousand years is able to swim upstream, I am here to see you, Chen Ping'an. Please tell me for yourself, how did I die? I just took a fish and walked downstream..."
Chen Ping'an interrupted Huang Zhen's words, "There is no past or future, it is all now."
The monks each have their own opinions on the understanding of "Tao".
When ordinary people hear this, they just think it is a hollow comment made in vain.
Huang Zhen is not like that. He possesses a rare treasure and is the descendant of the Yin Yang fish, one of the manifestations of heaven.
Huang Zhen was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then said: "You are indeed the luckiest among the young generation in our hometown. You have got all the good things, and you 'know' a little bit about everything. The proud son of heaven? What kind of proud son is my master? You Chen
Peace is what it is.”
Chen Pingan put his hands in his sleeves and said, "Everything you said is right."
Huang Zhen turned to look at the ancestor of the military strategist, with a strange smile that pitied the hearts of parents in the world.
Jiang She smiled and asked: "Since you are a pure swordsman, how can you fall short?"
Huang Zhen said with a smile: "I am not as skilled as others, but I will die without regrets. What's more, even if I don't admit defeat, what can I do? That guy has a good life, how can he compare."
After all, he has thousands more years of practicing Taoism than Chen Ping'an.
Huang Zhen said to himself: "Sword repairman Huang Zhen and Chen Ping'an have only a small enmity, but they have a big hatred."
Huang Zhen revealed the secret, "Master Jiang, don't worry, Chen Pingan's flying sword can kill me, but it can't kill you."
Originally, I wanted to use a sword to gain great freedom, get rid of the shackles of the descendants of the Yin Yang Fish, and reach the pseudo-fifteenth realm.
Huang Zhen is very much like a Taoist in the true sense. He has only a few relatives. On the way of cultivation, he has no Taoist companions, no heirs, no Taoist friends, and no disciples. He is far away from the world of mortals. He is a bystander on the side of the road, at the bottom of Leize Lake.
, devoted himself to spiritual cultivation, lived in a secluded ashram, and ignored the worldly affairs. No matter what Chen Pingan did outside, he just tolerated it.
When Huangzhen reached the fourteenth realm, he went there and waited patiently.
In short, Huang Zhen has very little interaction with this world.
It can’t be said that Huang Zhen is smart but is misled by his cleverness. If he hadn’t been so dedicated to practicing swordsmanship, how could Huang Zhen have become the Fourteenth Realm.
Huang Zhen turned to look at the owner of Baidi City, "Mr. Zheng, are you a bit bullying?"
Zheng Juzhong laughed it off.
It was Zheng Zhengzhong in front of him who prevented Huang Zhen from escaping the disaster but was cut with a sword, making him fall short of Shan Jiu Ren.
Huang Zhen laughed at himself: "It is not easy for Zheng Juzhong to use foreign objects to target anyone."
Borrow from Lu Shen's "Earth Mirror" chapter. Use Chen Ping'an and Huang Zhen to start the Gen hexagram, which is the dragon.
Borrowed Bai Jing's two natal flying swords, "Upstream" and "Downstream", to pave the way.
The evangelist Ma Kuxuan, fellow countryman Zhu Lu, etc. are the mountains that connect the origin and sequence, the bridge and the ferry that lead the sword light...
Over there in Qing Ming Tian Xia, there is Wu Shuangjie, who has been expelled from the Palace of Sui Sui, Gao Gu in Difei Mountain, Zhu Lu, and the Yang family's daughter who is going to Yingchuan County...
Huang Zhen knew that soon a private Taoist priest named Chen Cong would appear there. It was said that he had been in the spiritual realm.
Huang Zhenxiao asked: "Chen Pingan, do you want to know the general trend of the world in the next thousand years? What great achievements have you made during your time?"
Chen Pingan just closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Huang Zhen laughed to himself and said: "I still remember when I was young, looking at the gods and monsters, I saw a statement with the same meaning several times, and I was confused. It was about how so-and-so acted in such a perverse way that people and heaven have been angry for a long time.
, but his energy is not exhausted yet, so his life should not be cut off for the time being, and so on."
Chen Ping'an opened his eyes and said, "I'm already dead, but I'm still not willing to talk about good deeds."
Huang Zhen laughed loudly and said: "How can a person speak well when he is about to die?"
"I remember that when I was still in my thirties, I once returned home sadly. I was tormented in every possible way. I endured the humiliation and went to Luo Luo Mountain once."
"But in the end I didn't say anything and just left. Before today, I felt that it was the best choice I had ever made in my life."
At this point, Huang Zhen paused for a moment and said, "I originally thought you would have a sarcastic look on your face and ask me, 'What about it?'"
Chen Ping'an said: "For you, it's probably okay."
Both sides remained silent.
Huang Zhen asked: "You have a little time left, do you really not want to talk more?"
Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, "I have two questions."
Huang Zhen smiled and said: "I know everything I can't tell you."
Chen Pingan asked: "Why did you draw your sword when I was in retreat at Fuyaolu Dojo?"
Huang Zhen suddenly said: "That's a good answer. Of course it's not that I'm impetuous and accidentally startled the snake, but those few seemingly light sword draws will greatly compromise your ability to protect, observe and prove the Way.
"
A string of small town dialect popped out of Chen Ping'an's mouth.
Huang Zhen laughed endlessly.
For no reason, I thought of the grain drying field in my hometown, the ice picks hanging under the eaves of the alley, the paper kites floating in the wind, the curling smoke...
After thousands of years of practicing swordsmanship, I originally thought that I would accomplish a great feat, where an unknown person would kill a famous person!
It's a pity that it didn't work out after all. Time is also destiny? Is it destined by God?
As if he had forgotten that Chen Pingan had a second question, Huang Zhen said softly: "I never wanted to end up in the same situation as Cai Jinjian, making wedding clothes for others."
Cui Dongshan suddenly changed his expression, "Sir, tell her not to return here for the time being! That bastard Zhou Mi is also planning this..."
Jiang She had some guesses. Since this place was the battlefield where the ancient battle between water and fire ended, even Zheng Juzhong could not refine an object of the old way of heaven. Chen Pingan and Zheng Juzhong teamed up to kill a pure sword cultivator of the Fourteenth Realm. Zheng Juzhong
Being in the middle may not matter, but Chen Pingan has a lot of "merit" in him, which is a great nourishment for "divinity", so who will win or lose in a tug-of-war?
Once the sword holder who went to New Heaven returns here and "borders" the divinity of his master Chen Ping'an, wouldn't he have to... establish himself as a god?!
Huang Zhen looked cheerful and looked at Chen Ping'an with squinted eyes. "It's not a weird thing for a clay leg to become a god. It's just that in our hometown, how much clay in that sagger turned into a Buddha?"
Turning Chen Pingan into a complete god is no different from killing Chen Pingan, who only wanted to maintain his humanity.
It didn't matter whether he could see or not see that scene. Huang Zhen laughed endlessly, extremely happy, "In the end, the great revenge will be avenged!"
When the figure disappeared, Huang Zhen looked at Chen Pingan for the last time, his lips moved slightly, and he seemed to say two words in his hometown dialect, thief.
There will be no more Huangzhen in the world.
Zheng Juzhong glanced at Chen Pingan.
For some reason, Chen Pingan shook his head gently.
Zheng Juzhong did not tell Huang Zhen the truth.
The reason why Cui Chan took a piece of natal porcelain to Qing Ming Tianxia.
In the Lingjing Temple in Changshe County, the reason why there are so many old men Chang Geng and young man Chen Cong is that Cui Zhang was not there just for sightseeing.
If Shujian Lake is Xiuhu's protection from the cold spring, then Lingjingguan is a senior brother's lovely protection in winter.
Chen Pingan asked: "Is Lu Chen okay?"
Zheng Juzhong remained silent.
Once upon a time, in the Luzong temple in Dali Yuzhou, the moonlight filtered through the window like reading a book. On the table, on a piece of paper made of slightly astringent material, was written "Stay away from upside-down dreams."