Cao Jun looked at the messy gadgets, like a phalanx of heavily armored infantry on the battlefield, surrounding coach Li Xisheng like a metal barrel.
Cao Jun saw a clue and said in admiration: "You must be very good at chess, and you must be proficient in the Yin Yang family's divination."
Because with the cultivation level of a Six Realm Qigong Practitioner, the scholar in green shirt could only control so many objects at once unless he was the reincarnation of an immortal at the level of the originator of the Three Religions. However, the scholar in front of him was obviously opportunistic. Every time he defended against the White Fish Flying Sword
The trajectory and breakthrough point of the flying sword have been roughly calculated. Therefore, in addition to maintaining the spring leaves and autumn wind, the area where the scholar really needs to infuse spiritual energy is not too big.
This is like a city offensive and defensive battle. Cao Jun's side is powerful, but the troops are not enough, so he can only focus on one city wall. The scholar seems to have defenders on all four walls, but in fact, they are empty on three sides.
All you need to do is predict the future and accurately calculate Cao Jun's attack direction every time, and you will be able to defend with ease.
Cao Jun's mind moved, and the Snow White Flying Sword withdrew from the battlefield and returned to its owner. Cao Jun glanced lightly. The tip and blade of the sword were somewhat worn, and the loss was more than expected. Fortunately, the sword contained in the White Fish Dagger
Intention, after hundreds of times of sharpening and polishing, the sword intention has improved, and in the final analysis, it has been a profitable business.
Cao Jun was a little entangled in his heart. Emperor Da Li did not dare to fight with the forces behind the Three Religions for Qi Jingchun, but for a Qi practitioner of his own who was expected to reach the upper five realms, he broke up with the Cao family who had already taken root in other continents.
Shameless, most likely willing.
Cao Jun hesitated for the first time, put the white fish back into the scabbard, and at the same time held the hilt of another sword, named Mo Chi.
He deliberately looked annoyed and said: "Don't be a coward if you have the ability!"
Li Xisheng smiled and asked: "Are you capable of being a coward?"
Cao Jun was choked to death. He was once a genius swordsman who had high hopes from the swordsman of Yizhou. He pursued unparalleled vigor and killing power. Of course, he had neither the ability nor the interest to fight back like the scholar in green shirt in front of him.
If you don't retaliate, you will rely on a lot of weird junk to defend the city wall and never take the initiative to attack.
Someone once described the sword cultivator himself as a light horse, coming and going like the wind, with lightning speed, and the flying sword is like a crossbow. They meet people on narrow roads and fight in small groups. The enemy is often dead when they meet each other. As for a land swordsman who has reached the fifth realm
The lethality of a flying sword on the battlefield is like that of a crossbow. Even if it is just quietly placed at the top of the city, it is a huge deterrent to the enemy.
The military monk is a heavy cavalry. Once his momentum and energy are raised to the peak, he will be like a charging heavy cavalry, capable of both offense and defense, and invincible in breaking formations.
As for the pure warriors who are regarded as hopeless by the mountains, they are just heavy armored infantry with average lethality. Even the masters of the eighth realm of far-reaching realm can ride the wind. If they fail to kill them in a short-distance burst,
If you are an enemy, once you are distanced by the Qi Practitioner and fall into a protracted battle, you will be far unable to compete with the Qi Practitioner.
When Li Xisheng saw that Cao Jun was silent, he stretched out his hand and gently moved some small thunders in front of him. The autumn wind moved slowly, making his field of vision clearer. Li Xisheng took the initiative and said: "The truth of your sword is not explained thoroughly."
The implication is that he is willing to listen to Mo Chi's reasoning.
Cao Jun gently rubbed his cheeks with both hands, "What you say is really unpleasant, but I admit that you have the qualifications. I have a suggestion. You can consider it. Let's have a life and death battle. All consequences are at your own risk.
It has nothing to do with home and country, so what? Do you dare to take a gamble with me?"
Li Xisheng shook his head and said: "You have seen that I am not good at attacking at all, so you are actually invincible from beginning to end."
I don't mind leaking the details at all.
Cao Jun said helplessly: "Are you honest or short-minded?"
Cao Jun looked at the young scholar, and for no reason he thought of one of the most remarkable scholars in Nanbosu, the head of the family of the Chen family.
It is said that the old man Chen, who studied at Mo University, hid the breeze in his sleeves, carried the bright moon on one shoulder, and the red sun on the other.
Cao Jun put away his thoughts and turned around to look around. He saw a bright red little fox, standing on its own legs on the eaves of an old house in Mubo Lane. He said to Cao Jun: "My ancestors asked me to tell you.
, I want you to stop it, if you are beaten to death by Ruan Qiong, he will find a place here and bury you, so that you can finally return to your roots."
Cao Jun looked disgusted, "What? Say it again!"
The little fox coughed, and instantly changed from a gentle and elegant look to a ferocious look. He put his hands on his hips and cursed, "That old bastard Cao Xi, I tell you, this little son of a bitch, to stop immediately. If you offend the blacksmith named Ruan, you will be punished."
Beat him to a puddle, and he won't help you get revenge. There are hundreds of direct descendants, so he can't help you. He also said that it's a pity that your wife hasn't married yet, otherwise he wouldn't let me persuade you to stop.
, it’s best to beat someone to death so that he can take advantage of it.”
Cao Jun looked calm, nodded and said, "That's right. That's the tone of an old bastard."
Li Xisheng didn't care about this, "If you don't want to fight, please give way."
"No fight, no fight, I can't kill you, you can't kill me, how boring."
Cao Jun smiled and said: "Go to the blacksmith shop and have a look to pay homage to the saint."
Cao Jun's figure rose from the ground, soared into the sky, and then plummeted toward the blacksmith's shop.
As for the bullshit rule in Longquan County that you are not allowed to control the wind and volley without permission, Cao Jun really doesn't take it to heart.
The result was a loud bang.
Cao Jun suddenly flew backwards like a meteor. When he finally stopped, he was already hundreds of miles away. He had rolled countless times in the sea of clouds and was sitting cross-legged in the air. He was vomiting blood.
His face was as stern as gold paper. He did not become angry or frustrated, but showed his habitual smile, "The guys who came out of Fengxue Temple really have bad tempers. I just don't know if the Wei and Jin Dynasties in Shenxiantai will do it."
Will it surprise people?"
The fox with bright red fur circled around Cao Jun and gloated: "Are you suffering?"
Cao Jun smiled and said: "He's not dead."
The fox clicked his tongue and said: "The ability to bully the weak and fear the strong should follow Cao Xi."
Cao Jun said: "If you don't bully the weak and fear the strong, do you still bully the strong and fear the weak? Are you mentally ill?"
The fox didn't take it seriously, raised a paw to scratch his chin, stood on tiptoes, and looked at the town, "What do you think of that weird sword embryo that I couldn't grab?"
Cao Jun said with a dark face: "You still have the nerve to say that? If you weren't encouraging me to kill people and seize treasures, the most I could do was a fair deal with that boy."
The flaming red fox said with a serious face: "As a human being, you must stick to your heart. No matter what you do outside, you should continue to stick to it when you get to Xiaolongquan County. But even if there is a military saint of the eleventh level, you will follow behind.
Ancestors of sword cultivators at the eleventh realm? One has the right time and place, and the other has a magical weapon. They are both unreasonable things among Qi practitioners. They are evenly matched. If they fight, and you watch from the sidelines, maybe there will be something.
If you understand it clearly, why not do it?"
Cao Jun sneered and said: "As for Cao Xi's temper, if I calculate an inch against him, he can take back a foot."
The flaming red fox doesn't care about any pot, and repeats the old tune: "The worst thing is, let him sleep with your wife a few times in the future, are you afraid of eggs?!"
Cao Jun remained silent and kept smiling, staring at the fox. The young swordsman's smile did not waver at all.
The fox pretended to be surprised and said: "Wow, I'm really angry. Cao Jun, who has been a fool for a hundred years, actually has some serious moments?"
Cao Jun smiled and said: "When I was free to fight mosquitoes and flies, I suddenly got up and killed all the mosquitoes and flies."
The white fish comes out of its sheath, and a rainbow suddenly appears.
The fiery red fox's head was raised high, but no blood was seen splattering.
The head was still talking: "Oh, the speed of this sword is as slow as a turtle moving. It's really embarrassing for him to be a genius swordsman."
The headless body walked struttingly, twisting its buttocks, completely ignoring the white fish's flying sword that penetrated the body again and again. The head in the air continued to provoke: "You embroidery needle is tickling,"
In the sky, sword light splashed violently, and white rainbows crisscrossed the sky.
Not to mention the body that had been cut into seventeen or eight pieces, even the head had been transformed into eight petals. But when the White Fish Flying Sword showed a trace of stagnation, the fox returned to its whole body in an instant.
This cycle repeats over and over again.
Finally, Cao Jun sighed and sheathed his sword.
The fox twisted his neck, walked to Cao Jun and sat down, "Young man, you can speak as loudly as you want."
Cao Jun nodded and said, "That makes sense. I'll listen to you."
"In that case, when you get your wife in, will you let me sleep with you? Anyway, she is a girl and I am a mother. It's hard to say who will take advantage of whom."
The fox began to behave like a monster again and said sarcastically: "Wow, our number one sword immortal embryo in Nan Po Sua 100 years ago, now the Nine Realm Great Sword Cultivator, is he suddenly so obedient today?"
"Young" Cao Jun, who turned out to be a hundred years old, looked up into the distance, pursed his lips, and turned a deaf ear to the fox's sarcasm in his ears.
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Chen Pingan quickly ran to Li Xisheng and said worriedly: "Are you okay?"
Li Xisheng smiled and said: "It was my first fight and I met a swordsman. I was actually quite panicked, but the result was not bad."
Chen Pingan was relieved.
The silver ingot sword embryo in his sleeve has returned to silence. After Cao Jun left, it no longer was hot and trembling.
The boy in green suddenly jumped forward and hugged Chen Ping'an's waist, "It's terrible, it's terrible! I guessed it right. If you accidentally walk on the road, you will be beaten to death. This town can't wait for you."
No, sir, please do me a favor and let me go to Mount Luopo to practice. I promise, I swear that from today on, I will practice diligently, day and night, not to mention eating the rosy clouds and drinking dew, or just eating grass roots in Luopo Mountain.
Chewing mud, I will do it!"
Li Xisheng couldn't help laughing, and quickly comforted him: "After all, Cao Jun and his like are very few. Although I have never left the town, I can confirm that there are only a handful of people with high cultivation and weird tempers like Cao Jun. You don't need to be too nervous."
The boy in Tsing Yi ignored Li Xisheng and just begged Chen Pingan. After Chen Pingan pushed his head away, he hugged one of his arms tightly and leaned back, refusing to let Chen Pingan continue to move forward.
, out of kindness, please! At worst, I will give you an ordinary snake gallstone, okay?! Master, you don’t know, I have always been a timid person, my legs will tremble when I walk at night, and now I am here
How long is the town? We just went out and the sword energy was swishing around. I was really scared..."
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to stop and said helplessly: "Do you know the way to Luopo Mountain?"
The kid in green clothes burst into tears as he recognized his grandson for the first time, "Sir, it's already this time. Even if I don't know him, I still pretend to know him."
The girl in pink skirt said softly: "Master, I know the road."
Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "Then you two go to Luolu Mountain and live in the Zhulou for the time being, but you must promise me not to cause trouble. I will finish my work here as soon as possible and I will visit you right away to fight for the year ahead.
Just take a trip to Luolu Mountain."
The boy in green bowed and said, "The master is wise and mighty!"
The girl in pink skirt said softly: "Master, I will rush back as soon as I deliver him."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "No, the bamboo building is suitable for practice, so you can stay on the mountain with us. Don't be afraid of him. If he dares to go back on the contract and bully you secretly, I will deal with him then."
The boy in green jumped to his feet and said: "Master, silly girl, can't you two miss me? Am I the kind of person who goes back on my word? Who in the Huangting Kingdom and the public doesn't know that the sword-riding water god has a brother who always keeps his word?"
We will never miss a single one by cutting the grass and roots, and we will never kill his grandson if he claims to be his ancestor..."
Chen Ping'an chuckled and said, "It's so awesome."
The boy in Tsing Yi immediately turned his head away, with a pretentious shyness on his face, stretched out a palm and shook it gently: "Master, I'm bragging to you, don't take it seriously."
Chen Pingan held his head with one hand and stretched out the other, "Bring it here."
The kid in green clothes was a little confused and raised his head, "What?"
The girl in pink skirt reminded me in a low voice: "You promised me earlier that as long as I let you return to Luopo Mountain, you would hand over an ordinary snake gallstone."
The boy in green smiled and said, "Master, your family has a great business, don't be like this."
Chen Pingan did not take back his hand.
The boy in green had no choice but to obediently take out the smallest snake gallstone and put it on Chen Pingan's palm.
Chen Pingan handed the snake gallstone to the girl in pink skirt and said with a smile: "When we get to the mountain, as long as he doesn't bully you, you can give it to him as a reward."
The girl in pink skirt carefully puts away the snake gallstone.
The boy in Tsing Yi grabbed the arm of the girl in pink skirt and said angrily: "Let's go to Luopo Mountain quickly, we shouldn't stay here for a long time!"
As soon as the two little guys turned out of Mud Bottle Alley, the boy in green clothes suddenly stopped. Before he could speak, the girl in pink skirt threw the snake gallstone to him with lightning speed.
The boy in green put away the lost snake gallstone, nodded and said with a smile: "Silly girl, are you tired? Let me carry the bookcase for you."
The girl in pink skirt shook her head vigorously.
The boy in green sighed and said, "You have a hard life, but fortunately, fools are blessed."
The girl in pink skirt grinned.
The boy in green puffed up his chest and said, "Let's go, lead the way! Go home!"
Over at Mu Ping Alley, since there was no need to go to Liu Xianyang's house, Chen Ping'an sent Li Xisheng to the entrance of the alley.
Li Xisheng stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "It may be too early to say the following words now, but I will give you the annotations in the book. You only need to read them to count them.
You just need to listen to the words."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Brother Li, tell me."
Li Xisheng said slowly: "Have you ever heard of the case of a white horse and a non-horse?"
Chen Pingan scratched his head and said: "On the way to school, Baoping and Li Huai once had a quarrel about this. The more I listened, the more confused I became."
Li Xisheng smiled and thought for a moment, "Let me put it another way without thinking too deeply about it. How many grains does one grain of sand add to one grain of sand?"
Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Isn't it two pills?"
Li Xisheng smiled and said: "Of course it is. Then add a pile of sand to a pile of sand, how many piles of sand is it?"
Chen Pingan said tentatively: "Is it still a pile?"
Li Xisheng patted Chen Ping'an on the shoulder, "It is said that when the ancient saints invented writing, the ghosts and gods in the world were frightened and cried. This is of course a great merit. But you have to understand the truth. Sometimes, writing
It will be an invisible obstacle for us to understand the world. So when you study in the future, don’t chew on words all the time. If you encounter a bottleneck, you might as well take a step back first, then climb a few steps higher. Try to walk as high as possible instead of climbing.
The peaks do not show the flat ground."
Chen Ping'an listened to the clouds and fog, and had a headache. It was similar to the previous reading of the "Primary School". In a daze, he felt that there was no way forward and there was no way to retreat.
Li Xisheng consoled him: "Take your time, don't rush."
Chen Ping'an hummed, "I understand."
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Li Xisheng, who had lost one of his sleeves, walked back to the mansion on Fulu Street alone. The servants and maids in the house were a little baffled when they saw the eldest young master's predicament. The eldest young master has grown so old, except for visiting the graves with his elders, he has almost never done anything.
If you don't go out, why do you finally go out for a walk and it's so rough? You can't be fighting with someone, right?
Li Xisheng returned to his yard. He first saw the peaceful crabs and mountain crucian carp, then changed into some clothes, then read for a while in the "Jielu" study room, and finally went to a room where the door was always locked.
, unlocked and pushed the door, when the owner Li Xisheng looked up, all he could see was a tall Baibao Pavilion erected against the wall, and there were no antiques or exquisite porcelain produced in Longquan County on the Baibao Pavilion.
It is a square seal with different heights, different sizes, and different materials.
In addition to the Baibao Pavilion filled with seals, there is only a table and a chair in the house. On the table are three unfinished seals, made of wood, topaz and bronze. There is also a large box of well-made carving knives and
Several ancient books of rare materials.
Li Xisheng closed the door gently and sat on the chair behind the table. The three seals on the table were all missing only one word. The copper seal was engraved with "Feng Fu Wai" and the word Tao was missing at the end. The yellow jade seal was engraved with "Du Tianzhu".
There is a missing word "Dharma" in the middle. The wood seal is engraved with "qihuasheng", and there is a missing green word at the beginning.
Engraving picturesque symbols should be done in one go.
Li Xisheng is obviously not like this.
Instead of grabbing a knife and carving words, he closed his eyes and began to sleep. His breathing lasted like a gurgling stream in a stream.
A small room with a unique world.
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When Chen Ping'an returned to his ancestral home, he found that the locust wood sword placed on the table had an inconspicuous slight tilt.
Although Chen Ping'an was shocked inside, he still sat at the table quietly.