Chapter 522 The general trend of the world is all trivial matters
The country of Jingnan is densely covered with rivers, so the two horses are still traveling day and night.
It's just that there is some trouble in how to get from Jingnan Kingdom to Beiyan Kingdom, because a series of wars started on the border between the two countries not long ago. It was Beiyan who took the initiative. Many light cavalry, ranging from a few hundred to a thousand riders, entered in large numbers.
The pass was harassed, and the northern Jingnan Kingdom had almost no cavalry capable of fighting in the wild, so they could only retreat to the city. Therefore, the border passes between the two countries were closed. Under this situation, any warrior traveling would become a target.
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However, the two riders decided to choose the border mountain road to cross the border.
Considering the previous infiltration of Wuling Kingdom scouts into Jingnan Kingdom, Sui Jingcheng seemed to have some understanding.
At dusk that day, they rode up the hillside and saw a village built along the water, with fires everywhere.
Just when Sui Jingcheng thought that his senior would watch from afar for a while and then take a detour, a horseman was already galloping downhill and heading straight for the village. Sui Jingcheng was stunned for a moment, and then he galloped up to keep up.
After entering the village, it was like a hell-like scene on earth. There were tortured corpses everywhere. Most of the women were half-clothed. Many young and strong men died of excessive blood loss after their limbs were poked with bloody holes by spears.
The struggle to climb left traces of blood along the way, as well as many broken limbs cut by sharp blades. Many children met a particularly miserable end.
Sui Jingcheng turned over and dismounted, squatting on the ground and retching.
Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and listened carefully. After a while, he said, "There are no survivors."
Sui Jingcheng didn't listen at all, he just felt that his bile was about to vomit out.
Chen Pingan squatted down, picked up the blood-soaked soil, kneaded it gently, threw it on the ground, stood up, looked around, then jumped up to the ridge of the roof, looking at the footsteps and horse hoof marks around him, his eyes kept looking further, and finally fell on the
Behind the ground, Chen Ping'an took off the sword gourd and handed it to Sui Jingcheng. Then he handed the horse's reins to Sui Jingcheng, "Let's follow and catch up. Remember to protect yourself. You may not be safe if you stay here alone. Try your best.
Follow me, and when the horse's legs are weak, switch to another horse."
Chen Pingan swept away.
Sui Jingcheng got on his horse, endured dizziness, and galloped wildly.
Fortunately, the man in green shirt did not deliberately use all his strength to catch up, but still took care of the leg strength of Sui Jingcheng's mount.
About half an hour later, I heard the sound of horse hooves in a shallow valley.
The senior kept walking, "I've caught up. Don't worry about hurting the horse. Just keep up with me. It's best not to leave a distance of two hundred steps. But be careful, no one knows what accident will happen."
Sui Jingcheng jumped on the back of another horse, tied around her waist the sword gourd that her senior had placed on her side, and began to charge forward.
The fine cavalrymen of the frontier army had iron rules about washing their horses' noses and feeding them with food and fodder.
In this half-way and half-stream valley, the light horse must have stopped for a while, not long after setting off.
Someone from the group of cavalrymen on the tail of the light cavalry happened to turn their heads, and after seeing the ethereal figure in a flying blue shirt with no visible face, they were stunned for a moment, and then roared at the top of their lungs: "Martial men are attacking!"
Dressed in green shirts, they arrived in an instant like blue smoke. A dozen well-trained elite knights had just turned their horses and were about to draw their bows and raise their crossbows. The standard swords on the waists of the two knights were unsheathed for some unknown reason. In an instant, two
The head flew high into the sky, and the two headless corpses fell onto the back of the horse.
The blue shirt never touched the ground, but he just bent down and moved around on the horse again and again, holding a knife in both hands.
In the blink of an eye, twenty of the horsemen were hacked to death, all with one knife, either cutting them off in the middle or splitting them in half at the head.
The elite cavalry of the Beiyan Kingdom began to disperse quickly, abandoning their bows and crossbows for swords, and some began to take out armor from their armor pouches and put them on themselves.
There was a fine knight who looked like a general, flying over with a long spear in his hand. He stabbed the man in green shirt quickly with his spear. The latter was stabbing the knight next to him on the neck with the tip of his knife. He just retracted his knife.
Taking advantage of the situation, he wanted to lean back and kill the knight behind him, but Chang Yan just calculated the opponent's attack accurately.
Sui Jingcheng was about to shout to be careful, but quickly shut up.
The next moment, Sui Jingcheng saw the man in green shirt turning sideways in the air, walking forward, and crashing into the long spear. He let the spear stab him in the heart, and then swept forward.
The knight shouted angrily, and even though the palm of his hand was bloody and bloody, he still refused to let go. However, the long sticks continued to slip from the palm of his hand. Under the fierce friction, the bones must be visible in the palm of his hand. The knight knew that something was wrong and finally wanted to give up.
He had a long hair passed down from his ancestors, but suddenly, the man in green shirt was already bending down and standing on the horse's head. The next moment, a knife pierced his neck, instantly piercing it.
The man suddenly stood up and pierced the knight's neck with the long knife in his right hand. Not only that, the hand holding the knife was raised high, and the knight's whole body was taken away from the horse.
On top of the war horse, the Beiyan Kingdom's standard sword in the hand of the blue-shirted man has almost penetrated the knight's neck, revealing a large section of the sharp edge. Because the sword was drawn out too fast, it was almost without a trace of blood.
situation.
Chen Ping'an suddenly put away his sword, rolled the body off his horse, and smashed it to the ground.
Taking this opportunity, the cavalrymen of Beiyan Kingdom launched a round of bow and crossbow shooting.
Chen Ping'an held the knife in both hands, his green shirt shook, and all the arrows shattered in the air.
The war horse under his feet instantly broke his legs and knelt down. The green shirt was almost invisible. Only the two bright sword lights were shining everywhere, just like the firelight in the village, it was chaotic and disorderly, but there were dead people everywhere.
Two hundred elite riders from Beiyan, and two hundred incomplete corpses.
Chen Ping'an stood on the back of a war horse, dropped the two long knives in his hands on the ground, and looked around, "You followed us all the way, and finally found such an opportunity, and why don't you show up?"
In the stream with water no more than the knees, a head appeared unexpectedly, covered with a snow-white mask, ripples appeared in waves, and finally there was a man in black robe standing over there, a smiling voice oozing out from the edge of the mask, "What a handsome swordsmanship.
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At the same time, several assassins in black clothes and white masks fell from the cliffs everywhere.
There is a graceful woman, holding a gouache box in one hand, holding an orchid finger, and applying makeup on her fair neck.
One person had his hands hidden in his sleeves.
There was a man squatting next to the corpse of the knight, placing his fingers between the eyebrows of the head.
There was a man who was as tall as a hill and carried a huge bow on his back.
The only man in black robe standing on the water smiled and said: "Start working to make money, and make a quick decision. Don't delay the Sword Immortal's journey to hell."
The assassin who put makeup on his neck said in a charming voice: "I know, I know."
She put away the gouache box in her sleeves, shook her sleeves with both hands, and drew two shining daggers, with densely carved ancient talisman patterns carved on them.
As she slowly rushed forward, two identical women appeared on the left and right sides, and then two more appeared out of thin air, seemingly endlessly.
More than a hundred women holding daggers were overwhelming, swarming towards the young man in green shirt from all directions.
But there was only one person who left the battlefield. He flicked water, kept changing his trajectory, and rushed towards Sui Jingcheng who was sitting on horseback. However, a sword light from the sword gourd penetrated his head, and with a bang, the woman's body turned into a ball.
Blue smoke.
That real battlefield.
One after another, women were beaten to pieces and turned into smoke.
But every woman and every dagger is extremely sharp, and it is by no means a false cover-up. Not only that, the women seem to be covered in hidden weapons, making it difficult for people to guard against.
If that person hadn't been a thick-skinned Golden Body martial artist, an ordinary Sixth Realm martial artist, she would have died dozens of times just because of her skills.
This is the case with the magic of the Immortal Family. Even if she is just a military monk in the sea-watching realm, she can win with quantity and has an innate ability to restrain martial artists.
The world is full of wonders, and nothing is absolute.
The man in a green shirt suddenly disappeared, came to a woman on the edge of the battlefield, and punched her through the heart.
All the women suddenly stopped. She smiled miserably: "Why do you know that I am the real body? The powder box is obviously not in my sleeve..."
Chen Pingan frowned.
The next moment, the woman smiled coquettishly and turned into a puff of smoke, as did all the women. Finally, the smoke gathered in one place, thick smoke billowed, and a woman walked out slowly. She put her hands behind her back and rubbed her hands.
Rubbing his heart, he said with a smile: "You are looking for the right one. Unfortunately, as long as I can't kill them all in one go, I won't die. Are you annoyed, Sword Immortal?"
The woman held her hand behind her back and made a gesture.
The man nodded, and a large cloud of green smoke exploded from the woman's body, and the women flew towards the green shirt again.
After one punch.
Chen Pingan stood where the women were standing, and almost all the women were shattered by the powerful fists of the cavalry.
Only a woman was left with blood seeping out from the gaps in her snow-white mask. She stretched out her fingers and pressed the mask heavily.
A short assassin who was squatting on the ground nodded and stood up, "It's done. I really can't do it with you. I almost missed something."
The woman was obviously seriously injured, "If I hadn't delayed you in every possible way, how could you have drawn the talisman formation?!"
Sui Jingcheng held a sword gourd on his waist and flew out fifteen flying swords.
The sword light went straight to the temple of the short formation master.
The short assassin who had previously hidden his hands in his sleeves had already twisted out a golden talisman when he was talking to the female assassin, and said with a smile: "Since I know you are a swordsman, are you unprepared?"
When the man raised his two fingers, the talisman hovered beside him, waiting for the flying sword to fall into the trap.
Feijian Fifteen suddenly drew an arc and turned away, returning to the sword-raising gourd.
A white rainbow flashed from Chen Ping'an's eyebrows.
The sword flashed.
Unexpectedly, the man had already twisted the talisman with his other hand and raised it high. The flying sword seemed to be stuck in the mud, submerged into the talisman, and disappeared in a flash.
The golden talisman hovered in front of the short assassin and trembled slightly. The man smiled and said: "It's a good thing that I prepared an extra priceless sword talisman, otherwise I would have died. You swordsman,
Why is he so insidious? The Sword Immortal is already the most lethal darling on the mountain, but he is still so deep in the city. How can we Qi practitioners survive? So I am very angry."
In fact, after Feijian was trapped by the sword-holding talisman on the first day of the new year, a talisman array with flowing light appeared within a radius of five feet under Chen Ping'an's feet. The light rays intertwined like a chessboard, and then continued to shrink, but those strips were
The dazzling degree of the light becomes more and more exaggerated, like an immortal picking the purest essence of the sun and moonlight.
The short assassin who was a mountain formation master twitched his lips.
This formation has two great advantages. One is that it stagnates the spiritual energy of the monks. The other is that no matter whether the trapped person is a military monk with armor pills or a pure martial artist in the realm of refining gods, your body will be as tough as a mountain.
, the soul will be stuck and entangled endlessly by those criss-crossing light veins. The pain of this whipping is no longer a pain in the skin, similar to the torture of ordinary people or ordinary monks who suffer from the soul lighting.
The formation master cursed a few times, then took out a pile of yellow paper talismans, hovering near the golden sword-making talisman. The spiritual light pulled it, and it seemed to be another small talisman formation.
The overall situation has been decided.
The man in a snow-white mask and black robe standing on the water glanced at the distribution of corpses on the battlefield, and then began to review the previous man's actions in his mind.
There is a little thing that needs to be confirmed.
Now it seems that it can be concluded.
Under normal circumstances, if they meet such a golden elixir swordsman who is extremely good at fighting, if they meet in a hurry, they will only die early and die late. If one or two can escape, it will count as the other party is merciful.
But in the fight between the monks on the mountain, realm and magic weapon are naturally extremely important, but they are not absolute, and the combat power in the world is never a simple matter of one plus one.
He nodded towards the assassin who had been gathering his soul.
The latter stood up and began to perform the Bugang Jue, reciting silently in his mind.
The green-shirted Sword Immortal in the talisman array was already trapped in a restraint. He staggered, and his shoulders shook. Chen Ping'an had to use all his strength to raise his right hand slightly. He looked down and saw that the veins in his palm were covered with twisted black silk threads.
It seemed as if the entire arm had been imprisoned.
Chen Ping'an clenched his fist and shook it, but he still couldn't shake away those dark veins.
At the same time, the burly assassin took off his huge bow and drew it like a full moon.
The man in black robes on the river smiled and said: "Why do you need to hold incense in your left hand when entering a temple? The right hand is too heavy in killing karma and is not suitable for worshiping Buddha. This unique skill is not easy for ordinary monks to see. If you are not afraid of the unexpected,
In fact, I should use this Buddhist magical power to target you from the beginning."
An arrow with brilliance flowing all over the sky shot through the air.
Being held by the man's left hand, the momentum was so great that the blue-robed swordsman had to turn his head to avoid the tip of the arrow. The fist of his left hand blossomed, broke the arrow, and fell to the ground.
The ever-shrinking chessboard beneath his feet eventually contained numerous slender rays of light, like living creatures climbing up the wall, like a French net that instantly enveloped the blue shirt.
The burly and strong man drew his bow and fired arrows without stopping. After six arrows passed by, they were all shot away by the man in green robe. The man in black robe on the river did not move at all, and shot away with a flash of sword light.
The man reached out and grasped the sharp flying sword with his left hand.
The flying swords of Dragon Gate realm bottleneck sword cultivators are also flying swords. What’s more, just talking about the sharpness of the flying swords, they are no less than ordinary Jindan sword cultivators.
Because the man wanted to block and imprison the flying sword, even if he dodged a little, he was still shot through the left shoulder by an arrow. After the arrow penetrated the shoulder, the castration was still like a rainbow. This shows the power and ability of this fairy arrow.
The outstanding physical strength of the bowman.
His right hand has been imprisoned by magical power, his left shoulder has been severely injured, and his soul is shaking due to the talisman array. The green-shirted swordsman has absolutely no power to fight back.
Sui Jingcheng burst into tears, slapped the sword-raising gourd hard, and shouted: "Go and save your master, just give it a try."
But the sword gourd on her waist was silent.
It's not that Sui Jingcheng cherished her life and didn't dare to die, it wasn't that she was unwilling to gallop forward, but she knew that going there would only increase the crisis for her seniors.
She began to hate her cold calculation.
Sui Jingcheng gritted his teeth, clamped the horse's belly, twisted out three golden hairpins, and started to gallop forward. At worst, I would die before Sui Jingcheng. Maybe it would save him from distracting himself. Then he would naturally not delay his seniors from killing the enemy and escaping.
Chen Pingan, whose body was covered in blood and whose soul was tortured, flicked his left hand and threw the flying sword in his hand that was about to become uncontrollable. He smiled and said: "That's all? Don't you have any trump cards?"
The assassin who used the magical power of Buddhism to imprison the right hand of the Blue Shirt Sword Immortal said in a deep voice: "Something is wrong! There is no living person who can be indifferent to this torture!"
Chen Pingan's right arm drooped, letting the talisman array cover him.
He stepped out and disappeared on the spot.
Kill the formation master first.
This is what Mao Xiaodong repeatedly warned after the thrilling battle in the capital city of the Sui Dynasty.
The little man certainly knew his importance.
Escape and run away.
The flying swords of the men in black robes on the river and the flying swords and arrows of the men holding bows shot towards the place in front of the short formation master almost simultaneously.
However, the green shirt did not appear there. Instead, it moved slightly five or six steps away. His left hand grasped the woman's neck and lifted it up in the air. The woman died on the spot, and her soul was destroyed by the thick waves pouring like a flood.
The gas instantly exploded.
Throwing the corpse in his hand towards the second arrow, Chen Ping'an stamped his foot, causing the ground to tremble.
With a muffled groan, the formation master broke out of the ground and appeared behind the burly man. Chen Pingan casually waved his hand and shattered the sword talisman and the other yellow paper talismans.
Then he disappeared again.
One punch pierced the chest of the burly man wearing nectar armor in a black robe.
The left hand passed through the back of his heart, and his five fingers just grasped the formation master's face, and the latter's whole head suddenly exploded.
The man in black robe on the river sighed, put away the flying sword, and quickly submerged into the water.
Only the Qi practitioner who was able to imprison one of the monk's arms by the amount of his killing karma was left. His body slumped to the ground, and his soul turned into wisps of blue smoke and fled in all directions.
The flying swords came out together on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, quickly destroying the wisps of blue smoke.
Chen Ping'an's right arm was still drooping, his shoulders were swaying slightly, and he was staggering a little. He still took a step or two and rushed into the stream. Standing where the black-robed man disappeared, a sword fairy appeared in his hand and stabbed him with a sword.
The entire stream burst into bloom, splashing countless water splashes.
But near the top of the mountain, there was a figure leaning against the cliff, suddenly leaping up and turning into a rainbow.
Chen Pingan let go of his hand, and the sword fairy in his hand pulled out a very long golden thread and flew away.
Moreover, Chen Pingan looked around and squinted.
On the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, Feijian plundered from two acupoints back to Chen Ping'an Qi Mansion.
Chen Pingan's last sight fell on a stone cliff on the other side, and he walked slowly, "Do you really think I'm a three-year-old? You shouldn't have used the flying sword, otherwise I would have run away for you."
The snow-white masked man in black robes quickly emerged from the stone wall.
Both sides exchange flying swords.
Chen Pingan protected his heart with his left hand and held the flying sword between his fingers. The tip of the opponent's sword was only a millimeter away from his heart.
The other person's eyebrows and heart have been pierced by the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.
The flying sword held by Chen Ping'an's two fingers instantly dimmed, without any sword energy or spirituality.
Then he threw it out quickly.
The man in black robe, who still had a glimmer of energy but knew he would die, chose to commit suicide, blowing up all the key energy palaces without leaving any trace.
Chen Pingan swept out, drifted across the stream, stood on the bank, retracted the two flying swords, and punched away the chaotic ripples of Qi.
The sword fairy returns.
He was held by Chen Ping'an, holding the sword in his left hand, taking a deep breath, turning his head and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Sui Jingcheng rode forward, then turned over and dismounted.
Chen Pingan turned his head and said, "It's okay."
Sui Jingcheng blinked, and Chen Pingan smiled and said: "The other party has no backup plan."
Tears welled up in Sui Jingcheng's eyes. Looking at the sword immortal in blue shirt covered in blood, she choked up and said: "Didn't I say that the battlefield has its own rules, and the rivers and lakes have its own rules? Why should you mind your own business? If you don't care about your business,
, there wouldn’t be this war..."
Chen Ping'an squatted by the water, scooped up a handful of water with his left hand, and washed his face. The Sword Immortal stood beside him. He looked at the calm stream, gurgling, and said calmly: "I told you, when it comes to complicated things,
The reason is, why? It’s for the simple purpose of punching and sword.”
Sui Jingcheng squatted beside him, holding his face in his hands and sobbing softly.
Chen Ping'an said: "You are lucky. Go search the corpses of the assassins and the surrounding areas to see if there are any fairy magic weapons that you can pick up."
Sui Jingcheng burst into laughter, wiped his face, got up and ran to search for the loot.
After about a stick of incense, the two riders left the valley along the original road and headed for the village.
Chen Ping'an's body swayed slightly, and his arm had regained consciousness slightly.
Sui Jingcheng's expression improved a lot and he asked: "Senior, what are you doing back home?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Let those people die with their bodies intact."
Sui Jingcheng nodded vigorously.
Then Sui Jingcheng felt a little guilty.
Chen Pingan said slowly: "Don't be like this. When manpower is exhausted, it's like your father standing by and watching in the pavilion. There is nothing wrong with the matter itself, and there is no need for any onlookers to be harsh. However, for some people, if things are not wrong and then ask questions, they will be
It's a world of difference, Sui Jingcheng, I think you can have a clear conscience. Remember, everyone will have a moment of weakness when encountering a disaster. If you can survive, you don't have to feel too guilty afterwards, otherwise your mood will break sooner or later."
Sui Jingcheng hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said, "Senior, although you have gained a little, you have suffered such a serious injury, won't you regret it?"
Chen Pingan raised his left hand and pointed behind him, "You should ask them this kind of question."
Sui Jingcheng did not follow the fingers of the green-robed swordsman and turn around to look, she just looked at him dreamily.
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Over there in the village.
From dusk to late night to dawn.
The two riders slowly left and continued heading north.
Sui Jingcheng was silent for a long time. When he saw the senior taking off his sword gourd and drinking, he asked: "Senior, why are you willing to teach me so much along the way?"
However, Chen Ping'an answered the question inappropriately, "What do you think of Mr. Wang Dun at Sasou Villa?"
Sui Jingcheng said: "Very good."
Chen Pingan asked again: "What do you think of the disciples taught by senior Wang Dun?"
Sui Jingcheng replied: "Although I am not familiar with the true temperament of those three people, at least they look good."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Then have you ever thought that with Wang Dun, is it really just an extra owner of Sasao Villa? The world of Wuling Kingdom, and even the entire Wuling Kingdom, has been affected by Wang Dun.
How much influence does one person have?”
Chen Pingan continued: "So I want to see, in the future, if the Sui family of Wuling Kingdom has another Taoist, even if she will not always stay in the Sui family, when she replaces the old minister Sui Xinyu, or
She is the next nominal head of the family, and she has always been the backbone of the Sui family in the true sense, so will the Sui family develop a family tradition that is truly worthy of the word 'Chun Zheng'."
Sui Jingcheng looked at him.
Chen Pingan thought to himself and said: "I think there is hope."
Finally, Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I have Luolu Mountain, and you have the Sui family. As a person, don't be arrogant, but don't belittle yourself. It is difficult for us to change the world a lot at once. But we are changing the world all the time."
Sui Jingcheng hummed.
After a while, Chen Pingan turned his head, seeming a little confused.
Sui Jingcheng was confused, "Senior, what's wrong?"
Chen Pingan shook his head, don't worry about the sword gourd, "When you wanted to die desperately before, of course it was fine, but I want to tell you a very boring thing. If you are willing to die and live hard, living for others will only
It’s a great thing to make yourself feel uncomfortable all the time, but not everyone may understand it. Don’t let that lack of understanding become your burden.”
Sui Jingcheng suddenly blushed and asked loudly: "Senior, can I like you?!"
Chen Pingan looked calm and calm, "Like me? That's your business. I won't like you anyway."
Sui Jingcheng was relieved and said with a smile: "It's okay!"
Chen Ping'an seemed to have remembered a happy thing. He smiled brightly and without turning his head, he extended his thumb to Sui Jingcheng, who was racing alongside him, "Good taste."
On the way to the north.
"Senior, stop drinking, you're bleeding again."
"It's okay, this is called master style."
"Senior, why don't you like me? Is it because I'm not good-looking? Or do I have a bad character?"
"It doesn't matter whether you are good or not. Every good girl should be liked by a good man. You only like him, and he only likes you. This is right. Of course, you are not young anymore, so you are not a girl anymore.
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"senior!"
"Finally, let me teach you a lesson that senior Wang Dun taught me. You must be able to listen to the good things that are flying in the air, but you must also listen to the ugly truth."
Horse hooves.
As I walked, the old locust tree in my hometown disappeared.
As I walked, my beloved girl was still far away.
As I walked, the flowers blooming on the mountain every year, and in the spring breeze, the gentleman I respected the most was no longer there.
As I walked, I saw that the swordsman I admired the most had not been seen for a long time. I wondered whether he was still wearing a bamboo hat or whether he had found a good sword.
While walking, my best friend wondered if he had ever seen the highest mountains and the largest rivers.
As they walked, the slug that had been bullied by others became the person they hated most back then.
As I walked, I had not worn straw sandals on my feet for many years.
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A disciple of Wang Dun named Lu Zhuo at Sasu Villa sent a letter.
This letter was then sent by the recipient to a mountain man named Qi using the immortal method of flying sword communication.
Lu Zhuo and that man once met by chance on the rivers and lakes, and they considered each other to be close friends. But in fact, that friend was truly a proud man of heaven. On the other hand, Lu Zhuo's talent for martial arts was average, not to mention that he had practiced Taoism on so many mountains.
Even compared to fellow students Fu Loutai, Wang Jingshan, and the pair of junior sisters and junior brothers, Lu Zhuo is the one with the least talent. Therefore, Lu Zhuo is optimistic about his final position in Sasou Villa, that is, he can take over the position that has already been taken.
The old housekeeper helped his senior brother Wang Jingshan to share some trivial matters.
Lu Zhuo likes Sashu Villa, he likes the bustle and liveliness here and everyone is friendly.
His master and fellow disciples all took good care of him. He felt that he was not capable of taking care of them, so he would take care of more people he could take care of, such as the old, young, women and children in the village.
Lu Zhuo usually likes to watch Wang Jingshan meticulously teach his junior apprentice swordsmanship.
The younger junior sister is always annoyed that she is darker and not as pretty as she is. What’s more, her sword skills seem to be so far away from her senior sister, and she doesn’t know if she can catch up with her in this life. Lu Zhuo doesn’t know how to console her, but
I am willing to listen to her talk about those little sorrows.
The master, who had not been in the world for several years, left the villa again.
Lu Zhuo didn't know what kind of story the master would come back with this time.
Wang Dun left quietly, but went to a place outside the Jianghu and found the eldest disciple Fu Loutai.
It was a small county town some distance away from the villa, and I had a drink with that mediocre man.
Disciple Fu Loutai learned some cooking skills and cooked three dishes to go with the wine. The taste was really not good. The peanuts were too salty and the lotus root slices were too bland. Just mix them well. He just looked at the disciple's eyes, and that
The young man smiled, but Wang Dun didn't say anything. After all, the wine was okay, but it was a pity that he brought his own. There were actually several jars of plum wine hidden in the village.
The man was not good at talking. He only drank wine and had no nice words. When he heard Wang Dun chatting about the big and small things in Zhuangzi, every time the conversation came to an end, the man took the initiative to propose a toast. Wang Dun also went with him.
Fu Loutai sat quietly aside.
A bottle of wine, no matter how slowly the two men drink it, they won't last long.
Wang Dun finally said: "Drinking with you is no worse than drinking with that sword immortal. If there is a chance in the future, and that sword immortal visits Sasu Villa, I will definitely delay him for a while and call you and the balcony."
The man was a little anxious, and quickly put down his wine glass and chopsticks, "I can't help it, I can't talk to you. If I sit at the same table with that sword fairy, I won't be able to say a word."
Wang Dun smiled and said: "You will be able to chat. Trust me. After chatting, I don't think any kid in the villa would dare to look down on you."
The man whose face was flushed hesitated for a moment, "Loutai followed me because she was greatly wronged. Her junior brothers and sisters were not very happy, which is what they should be. Besides, it was already very good. After all, they
It's for her own good. After understanding this, I'm not unhappy, but rather happy. It's a good thing that my wife has so many people thinking about her."
Wang Dun picked up the jug and poured a few drops of wine into the wine glass. He stretched out his hand to indicate to Fu Loutai that he didn't need to get new wine, and said to the young man: "If you think so, it's not aggrieved for Fu Loutai to follow you."
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Wang Dun opened the package and took out a jug of wine, "I don't have any other gifts, so I brought you a jug of good wine. I only have three jugs, and I drank most of one myself. One jug is hidden in the village. What are you planning to do?"
Wash your hands from the Tianjin basin before drinking. This is the last pot."
Fu Loutai knew the goods and asked, "Master, is this Xianjia Jiu Niang?"
Wang Dun smiled and nodded, "After I had a boxing match with that swordsman, he saw that my martial virtue was higher than my martial arts, so he gave me three pots. I had no choice but to give him away, and I couldn't stop him."
Fu Loutai smiled and said: "Others don't know, so I don't know? Master, you still have some immortal money, it's not like you can't afford it."
Wang Dun shook his head, "It's different. There aren't many people in the mountains who have a charlatan attitude."
Fu Loutai was a straight-tempered person, "Didn't you show off that you had a drink with the Sword Immortal? If I guessed correctly, the remaining bottle of wine left here to have a drink with those old friends from the world, and chat by the way."
A sparring session with the Sword Immortal?"
The man gently tugged on her sleeve, and Fu Loutai said, "It's okay, Master."
Wang Duan was angry and scolded with a smile: "My married daughter is throwing water! She's gone. Don't send her away. In the future, you can often visit Zhuangzi when you have time. It's my home."
The couple arrived at the door of their home. In the dusk, the setting sun lengthened the old man's back.
The man gently held her hand and said guiltily: "I am looked down upon by the Villa. Actually, I still have some knots in my heart. I told lies to your master earlier."
She gently held his hand and said, "It's okay. I know, and Master actually knows too."
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Du Yu did not dare to return to Ghost Ax Palace immediately, but quietly walked around the world alone.
Du Yu still chose to sit on the sidelines of many injustices in the world, as well as the occasional disputes among some monks on the mountain. Now, no matter who he really saw, he felt that they were hidden masters. For a while, he still couldn't recover.
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He was a little upset. When can he be a chivalrous and good man?
As a result, one time we ran into a murderous chase involving a disparity in strength. A group of well-known gangsters were chasing a white man.
Du Yu used lightning speed to knock down those green forest heroes, and then ran away with the young man on his shoulders. After running for dozens of miles, he threw the rescued man to the ground and ran away himself.
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Not only was the young man sitting on the ground blankly, stunned on the spot, but all the ruthless gangsters in the distance behind him were also inexplicable.
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Skeleton Beach Pi Ma Zong.
There is only one shop left in Mural City, and the business is deserted. However, since there is only one shop left and it can barely survive, some people still come here because of its reputation.
Pang Lanxi rarely had free time that day, so he went down the mountain and came here to help.
Although Pang Lanxi's practice is becoming more and more arduous, the number of times the two of them meet is actually becoming less and less than in previous years.
But the girl's eyebrows were bright, and she had never looked forward to her future life so much.
Even when she didn't see Pang Lanxi, she felt much less worried.
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The willows of the Golden Crow Palace are clear, sitting alone on the top of the mountain.
Only a few monks, including the master of the Golden Crow Palace, know that this young uncle has begun to retreat, and it has been a long time, so the mountain has been closed recently.
No one is allowed to climb the mountain.
As for why Liu Zhiqing sat on the top of the mountain in retreat, no one among the few people knew it, and no one dared to ask.
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An Xianjia ferry crossing on the upper reaches of the Skeleton River.
It was rare for a wild cultivator couple to stay at the Xianjia Inn for many days. When the woman finally entered the cave realm and walked out of the room, the man burst into tears.
The two of them walked into the house together, and after closing the door, the woman whispered: "We still have so much snow money left."
The woman wiped her tears and said, "I know that after giving us those sets of bones from the Ghost Valley, the swordsman didn't even think about returning to Naiheguan Market to find us. Why?"
The man smiled and said: "I owe it, keep it. Whether we have the chance to meet that benefactor and whether we can pay it back in this life is our business. But whether we want to pay it back or not is also our business."
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Under the secret planning of Mr. Cangjun Lake, who provided money and effort.
The Fire God Temple in Suijia City was rebuilt and a new painted statue of the god was built.
The incense is in full bloom.
As for the City God's Temple, it has not been completed for a long time, and the imperial court has not consecrated a new City God for a long time.
Drive into the city.
A pair of teenagers in a mean alley were blocked at both ends of the alley by a group of young thugs, holding sticks and approaching with smiles.
One of the tall young men put his hands between the walls and quickly climbed to the top of the wall.
Another thin young man also followed the same example, but at a slow speed. Someone grabbed his ankle severely, threw him to the ground, and hit him on the head with a stick.
The thin boy covered his head with his arms.
He was beaten with a stick and fell backward against the wall.
The boy who could have run away jumped down slightly. Since he was a little high off the ground, the strong boy stepped on the left and right walls of the alley several times and fell to the ground. After knocking down several people with random punches, he still couldn't escape with his fists.
The fourth hand was quickly served with a stick, but he still tried his best to protect the thin young man behind him who was leaning against the wall.
Finally, the tall boy's head was pushed to the ground, and the thin boy was beaten until he was rolling against the wall.
A young ruffian stepped on the tall boy's head, stretched out his hand, and asked someone to bring a white bowl that had been prepared long ago. The latter pinched his nose and quickly placed the white bowl on the ground.
"If you dare to ruin our good deeds, you should be given a longer memory."
The young and strong man threw a bunch of copper coins next to the white bowl, "See, the money and food are prepared for you. After you finish eating what's in the bowl, the money is yours. If you eat quickly, you might be able to earn some money."
A piece of silver. If you don't eat it, I will break one of your legs."
The tall young man refused to live or die.
The thin boy wailed, and it turned out that he was hit on the back with a stick.
Finally, the gangsters laughed loudly and walked away, not forgetting to pick up the bunch of copper coins.
The tall young man squatted at the foot of the wall, vomiting.
The thin boy with a bruised nose and swollen face sat against the wall with his legs crossed, crying loudly.
The tall young man struggled to get up and finally sat next to his friend. "It's okay. One day, we can take revenge."
The thin young man was silent for a long time, stopped crying, was lost in thought, and finally said softly: "I want to be a person like the Sword Immortal."
He wiped his tears and did not dare to look at the tall young man beside him, "Aren't you stupid?"
The tall young man rubbed his head and said, "Okay, there's nothing wrong with that. Maybe that sword immortal was not as good as us when he was the same age as us! Don't you always like to go to the school and eavesdrop?
When the old master lectures, how do you say my favorite sentence?"
The skinny young man said: “Where there is a will, there is a way!”
Then he lowered his head and said: "But even if I have the ability, I don't want to be like these bastards who only know how to bully others."
The tall young man smiled and said: "It's okay. When we all become people like the Sword Immortal, you will do good deeds, and I... won't do bad things either, just bully bad people! Come on, high-five me!"
The two teenagers raised their palms together and gave them a high five.
The tall boy turned to him and exhaled, "Does it smell good?"
The thin boy quickly pushed the other person, and the two of them went back and forth, and soon they both grinned in pain, and finally burst into laughter.
They looked up together and saw that the alley was narrow, as if the sky were vast, with only one line of light and way out.
But after all, that light was right above the heads of the two teenagers, and they saw it.
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In Shushui Country, Song Yushao left the villa in midsummer and went to a familiar restaurant in the town. He sat in his usual seat and had a steaming hot pot meal.
The old man was very proud and said to himself: "Boy, do you see, this is the hottest one. I used to take care of your taste. You are the stronger swordsman. This spicy food, I can beat you several times Chen Ping'an."
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In Caiyi Country, a haggard old woman was lying on the bed, and her withered palm was gently held by the woman sitting on the bedside.
The old woman, whose oil had run out and the lamp was dry, tried her best to open her eyes and murmured: "Master, madam, this year's wine has not been brewed yet... If Mr. Chen comes, he will not be able to drink."
With tears in her eyes, the woman leaned over gently and whispered: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will brew this year's wine myself."
The old woman murmured incessantly, her voice as thin as a mosquito fly, "Also, Mr. Chen likes to eat fried meat with winter bamboo shoots the most. Madam remember to bring him a big white bowl to hold wine, not a wine glass... these trivial things that should be done by slaves,
We can only have Mrs. Lao, don’t forget, madam, don’t forget.”
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After Cui Dongshan left Guanhu Academy, Zhou Ju felt that he was a wonderful person.
Not long after Cui Dongshan left, there were some changes in Guanhu Academy and Sui Cliff Academy in the north.
Starting from the Academy Saint Mountain Master, to the deputy mountain chiefs, all gentlemen and sages must spend enough time every year to give lectures in the academies and Imperial Colleges of major dynasties.
It is no longer the case that the sage preaches to the gentleman, the gentleman teaches the wise, and the wise gives lectures to the scholars in the academy.
Within the territory of Da Li, except for private schools, all towns, country schools, feudal courts, and yamen will all add money to those teachers. As for how much money will be added, each place will decide according to the circumstances. Those who have taught for more than 20 years,
Receive a one-time reward. After that, every ten years there will be an additional reward.
On this day, the idle young man in white finally watched the excitement from beginning to end and appeared in a wealthy mansion where no one was alive anymore.
Finally, he and a young girl who was a maid sat side by side on the railing.
The girl had been implicated by the wife who had an affair and leaked the affair, and was killed by a pair of heroic sworn brothers all the way to the backyard. She happened to be passing by and was stabbed to death with a sharp knife.
The lady was even worse. She was chopped up alive by the angry master of the house.
At that time, the sworn brother who exposed his sister-in-law and the man had hot eyes and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
The first time he saw his sister-in-law, the woman smiled like a flower. After greeting him, she went to the inner courtyard. When she lifted the curtain and crossed the threshold, her embroidered shoes tripped on the door and fell off. The woman stopped, but she didn't
Turn around, pick up the embroidered shoes with your toes, cross the threshold, and leave slowly.
After that, he always restrained himself, but he couldn't help but look at her a few more times, so he could see the scandal.
Cui Dongshan put his hands on his knees and seemed to be chatting with the poor maid beside him who was already dead: "The world in the future may be better or worse, who knows."
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A mongrel young man with a huge sword frame on his back and a broken sword like a peacock in full bloom slowly walked towards the Great Wall of Sword Qi with his master.
Previously, his master took him to the most forbidden place in the world. There were thrones hanging in the air, of different heights.
The master took him to the position that belonged to the master.
"Master, who has the faster sword, the boss swordsman or your friend A Liang?"
"Hard to say."
"Master, why did you choose me to be your disciple? I have never understood it. Before today, I didn't even dare to think about it."
"Because you are the person who is expected to be the fastest swordsman in our wild world. You may not be the swordsman standing at the front of the battlefield, but you will definitely become the swordsman at the end of the battle in the future."
The young man said in fear: "How can I compare with Master?"
He grabbed the young man's neck and slowly said, "You can question yourself as a waste with slow cultivation and a bastard with a bad background, but you can't question my vision."
The man grabbed the young man's neck with one hand and pointed with one finger, telling him who occupied those hanging thrones.
Finally, he let go of his hand and said expressionlessly: "What you have to do is if one day you don't like them, just use one less sword than Master."
"When I am sure that you can't do it in this life, you can die. Not everyone with the same qualifications as you can have opportunities like yours, so you have to cherish every moment now."
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A young Taoist wearing a lotus crown and a young Taoist without a crown began to travel around the world together.
They all put on Taoist robes that made it impossible to identify their Taoist identities.
The former has only one requirement for the latter: do whatever you want, and just follow your heart in everything you do, regardless of the consequences.
But there is a premise: do what you can and don’t seek death yourself.
The young Taoist priest hesitated and asked a question, "Is it allowed to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"
The young Taoist priest smiled and nodded, answering "Of course", paused for a moment, and added four more words, "This is the best."
The young Taoist priest nodded.
Then the young Taoist priest asked: "Do you know what innocence means? Do you know what indiscriminate killing means?"
The young Taoist priest fell into deep thought.
The young Taoist priest shook his head, "You knew it before, even if it was a little superficial, but now you don't know it at all. So, it is not good for a person to be too smart. I once asked a similar question, and the answer I got was better than
You are better, so much better."
The young man's face turned pale.
Because of this little senior brother.
It's the head coach Lu Chen, Bai Yujing's current master.
Even if the young man is a close disciple of Tao Ancestor.
Facing this young senior brother who slapped him into a pulp, the young man was in awe from the bottom of his heart.
At the beginning of leaving Bai Yujing, Lu Chen said with a smile: "I have experienced the small hardships of struggling at the bottom, and enjoyed the great blessings of Bai Yujing's immortal family. After dying once again, it is time to learn how to live well, and it is time to walk away
It’s the middle road between the mountains and the mountains.”
At that time, he asked Lu Chen, "Senior brother, will it take many years?"
Lu Chen replied at that time that if you learn quickly, a few decades would be enough; if you learn slowly, a few hundred years or a thousand years would be normal.
Finally, Lu Chen said with a smile: "Don't worry, if you die, my junior fellow apprentice is pretty good at Taoism and can save you again."
In fact, after the young Taoist priest resurrected from the dead, his skin-like body was simply a rare innate Taoist bone in the world. He practiced one thing and made great progress with each passing day, and he was "born" in the cave realm.
Not only that, among the three natal acupoints, three immortal weapons were quietly put aside, waiting for him to slowly refine them.
According to the younger senior brother Lu Chen, it was a gift that the three senior brothers had prepared long ago and asked him to accept it with confidence.
Besides that, the young Taoist priest's worst possession is the semi-immortal weapon robe called "Lotus Seed" he wears.
The rank is relatively low, but now in the entire Qingming world, except for a handful of Taoist immortals, probably no one knows the origin of this robe.
To put it simply, wearing this Taoist robe, the young Taoist priest can go to the other three worlds and the most dangerous place. The higher the realm of the person in charge, the safer the young Taoist priest will be.
If a young Taoist priest stretches his neck to kill someone, he will pinch his nose and send him out of the country obediently.
One day when he had nothing to do, Lu Chen was writing music alone above the sea of clouds, while the young Taoist priest sat cross-legged beside him.
Lu Chen smiled and said: "Qi Jingchun played the last game of chess in his life. The black and white chess pieces, the criss-crossing situation, and the strict rules. It was already the end of the officialdom with a decided outcome. When he decided to play the game, it was the first time in his life that he went beyond the rules, and it was the only time he played chess.
Once he made an unreasonable move. Then he never made another move, but he saw the bright glow and colorful glaze on the chessboard."
The young man asked out of curiosity: "Is this what I deduced from what I saw with my own eyes?"
Lu Chen shook his head and said, "No, it was our master who told me, and it was Qi Jingchun who told our master."
The young man was speechless.
Lu Chenxiao narrowed his eyes, stretched out a palm, and gently placed it on the head of the boy who was considered his younger brother, "Qi Jingchun dares to give such a big hope to a boy with slim legs! What about you?! What about me?"
After traveling in the human world for a long time, the young man has become more and more mature, and his soul is so blessed that he suddenly blurts out: "It has nothing to do with me."
Lu Chen took back his hand and laughed.
Brothers and sisters, continue to walk in this world of Qingming,
One day the young man asked, "Senior brother, if you are wandering around with me like this, won't leaving Bai Yujing delay important events?"
The young Taoist priest shook his head and said with a smile: "There are never big things in this world."
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The downtrodden Shanzhu House.
Cui Cheng rarely walked out of the second floor.
Zhu Lian, Zheng Dafeng, and Wei Bo have all gathered.
In Wei Bo's hand, he held the tung leaf umbrella that Chen Ping'an brought out from the Ouhua Blessed Area.
Cui Cheng nodded, and then said: "Bring Pei Qian over and go in together. Since the Lotus Flower Blessed Land is divided into four, and we occupy one of them, let Zhu Lian and Pei Qian go take a look first."
Wei Bo used his natal magical power, and the black charcoal girl who was practicing the crazy swordsmanship in the backyard of Qilong Lane suddenly noticed that one was flying and the other was landing. She stood outside the bamboo building and said angrily: "What! I've finished practicing the swordsmanship."
You still have to copy books!”
Wei Bo said seriously: "You and Zhu Lian go to Nanyuan Kingdom, the land of lotus flowers."
Pei Qian was stunned.
Wei Bo opened the umbrella and let go,
There is constant flow of precious light pouring down from the umbrella.
Zhu Lian pulled Pei Qian into it.
The next moment, Zhu Lian and Pei Qian stepped into the capital city of Nanyuan Kingdom. Pei Qian rubbed his eyes and saw that the very familiar street and the alley were not far away.
Light rain season.
Pei Qian took the hiking pole and waved it around, laughing.
An old Confucian scholar in blue shirt flew through the air and arrived.
The master of the Nanyuan Kingdom planted autumn trees.
Zhu Lian glanced at him and said, "Hey, master."
Zhong Qiu seemed to see two "exiled immortals" appearing in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. He was not confused, but smiled and said: "Where is Chen Pingan?"
Pei Qian raised his eyebrows, puffed out his chest, and said angrily: "My master, I don't have time, let me, the founding disciple, come and see you first!"
Then Pei Qian felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he no longer had any arrogance.
She even had cold hands and feet.
After that, she was confused until she left the Lotus Flower Blessed Land and finally came back to her senses.
Wei Bo and Zheng Dafeng both found it strange.
Zhu Lian shook his head, indicating that there was no need to ask any more questions.
On this day, for the first time in her life, Pei Qian took the initiative to go up to the second floor of the Bamboo House. She said hello. After getting permission, she took off her boots and placed them neatly outside the threshold. Even the hiking pole was leaning against it.
She didn't take the outer wall with her. After closing the door, she sat cross-legged and sat opposite the barefoot old man.
The old man asked: "What do you want from me? Do you want to learn boxing from me?"
For some reason, the Heitan girl, who had not grown up in so many years, nodded vigorously, "I want to learn boxing!"
The old man asked: "Aren't you afraid of hardship?"
Pei Qian's eyes were determined, "I'm not afraid of death!"
The old man sneered and said: "What a loud tone. You will cry loudly when the time comes. There is no Chen Ping'an to protect you in Luolu Mountain now. Once you decide to learn boxing from me, there is no turning back."
Pei Qian said solemnly: "I've thought about it. Even if I cry or regret it, you must beat me so that I don't dare to cry or regret it!"
The old man seemed a little surprised by the answer and laughed heartily. Finally, he looked into the little girl's eyes and asked, "Last question, why do you want to learn boxing?"
Pei Qian clenched his fists and was silent for a long time before he said: "I, Pei Qian, can't be compared to anyone, but there is only one person. I can't lose to him! Absolutely not!"
The old man said, "Okay, from today on, you will be my direct descendant of Cui Cheng. Don't worry, you don't need to have that bullshit master-disciple status."
Pei Qian raised his hand, wiped away his tears, nodded heavily, stood up, and bowed to the old man to thank him.
The barefooted old man who had never shown any airs over Chen Ping'an actually stood up, put his hands behind his back, and solemnly accepted the bow.
Pei Qian stepped forward with one foot, stepped back with one foot, and opened a fist fight, "Come on!"
Cui Cheng disappeared in a flash, holding down the little girl's head with one hand and pressing it against the wall. Pei Qian's bones creaked and blood flowed from all his orifices.
The old man smiled and said: "Do you still want to learn?!"
Pei Qian roared: "You must learn even if you die!"
The old man nodded and said: "Very good."
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Back then, in the alley of Nanyuan Capital City, a young man in green shirt walked out. He held an oil-paper umbrella and smiled warmly. He looked at Pei Qian. After being slightly surprised, he said in a warm voice: "Pei Qian, it's been a long time."