Ning Yao saw Chen Ping'an returning from the city. He didn't say much. The old woman was heartbroken again. When she caught Nalan walking at night, she cursed him loudly.
Nalan doesn't talk back when he walks at night. You have to accept your fate as a human being.
It is rare for a dignified swordsman to suffer such a grievance.
The old man went to drink alone.
Chen Ping'an was familiar with applying medicine to recuperate injuries, and Grandma Bai had already given him the key to the treasure house of Ning Mansion's alchemy room.
On the way there, Chen Ping'an told Ning Yao and Aunt Bai about the assassination of Guo Zhujiu, and told them all the causes and consequences.
The old woman muttered something, these shady people like to bully children, they really will die badly.
Ning Yao didn't take it too seriously. The little girl was fine. Ning Yao didn't want to think too much about the rest. Anyway, Chen Pingan liked to think about things, so those who can do more work.
With Ning Yao following his future uncle, Bai Lianshuang didn't get involved and found an opportunity to scold Old Dog Nalan again. She didn't enjoy the scolding when she was present earlier.
Chen Ping'an was familiar with the situation, his arms were bloody, and most of the bones in his hands were exposed. He still didn't realize it. He chose three porcelain bottles and applied various colored plasters on himself. The three colors were arranged in different order. When bandaging the wound, he also
I was in the mood to joke with myself, "According to the porcelain fired in our dragon kiln, this is called three-color glaze. It is not a precious glaze color. The emperors of Dali in the past dynasties rarely used it for the royal family. Most of them were used to reward meritorious officials. The first emperor of Dali
In the past, the old emperor was fond of a kind of underglaze blue and white with small doucai and gold tracing. It was beautiful, the process was complicated, and it was extremely difficult to make it. It was just a bit gaudy. We have never had the chance to see the complete utensil.
I have only seen defective pieces in Lao Porcelain Mountain. They are indeed very fancy, and the craftsmanship is so complicated that only the young old man Yao could do it at the entrance of dozens of dragon kilns."
At first, Chen Pingan was afraid that Ning Yao would find these trivial details annoying, but Ning Yao listened very attentively, so Chen Pingan told some more interesting things about his life in the Long Kiln.
"When I was an apprentice, Liu Xianyang often took me to Lao Porcelain Mountain. When he got there, he would pick and choose as if he were at his own home, including all the family treasures, including the old and new porcelain from past dynasties, what kind of utensils they were in the past, and what should be included.
The porcelain makings are almost the same as those made by him. Under the premise that no one is a spiritual practitioner, making porcelain does require talent. After becoming a cultivator, looking at the world of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, it will naturally change.
Looking at it, there are too many flaws and countless mistakes, and it cannot withstand careful scrutiny. It is like 'Being a guest on the mountain, I realize the big dream first, but only think about the ordinary'."
"Song Jixin's father is much more simple and elegant. Our kiln at the entrance is dedicated to firing large vessels for the imperial court. In private, we apprentices have taken many of the characteristics of those royal vessels and secretly adopted loach backs and lamp grass roots.
, Mao'erxu's statement, at that time I was wondering whether the richest emperor in the world knew about these things. I heard that today's young emperor's preference has turned to more glamorous things, but compared to his grandfather, he is still very restrained.
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Ning Yao smiled and said: "How can you remember so many things? I can't remember them."
Chen Ping'an said: "Why are you turning around and cursing people?"
Ning Yao was confused, "What did I scold you for?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Aren't you complaining that I am not professional in cultivation and am too slow to break through?"
Ning Yao bent his fingers and flicked one of Chen Ping'an's arms, "You asked for it."
Chen Ping'an put his hands in his sleeves and quickly turned around to avoid it, "Ordinary women would have cried till they cried when they saw such a tragic situation. You are lucky, but you are going to make matters worse."
Ning Yao stopped and said, "Oh? Did I make you feel wronged?"
Chen Ping'an looked calm, put his feet together, jumped forward, shook his head, and said to himself: "How can the Ning Yao I like be an ordinary woman?"
Ning Yao kicked Chen Ping'an in front of him.
Chen Ping'an was kicked on the butt, and he fell forward, nodded his head to the ground, turned his body upside down, stood still gracefully, turned his head with a smile, "I am a pile of heaven and earth, do you want to learn?"
Ning Yao walked forward slowly, too lazy to pay attention to him.
Chen Ping'an stood there, waiting for Ning Yao to stand side by side with him, before continuing to walk, and asked softly: "The group of geniuses before you, the small group of innate sword embryos who are roughly between fifty and a hundred years old, will soon
Strong? I have only seen one of them, Wang Zongping, Yuanying Bottleneck Sword Cultivator, at Diezhang Liquor Shop, and I have never seen the rest."
Ning Yao did not answer the question in a hurry, but instead asked: "Our generation of sword cultivators is full of geniuses. It is a great year that has not been seen in thousands of years. You have heard about this a long time ago. There are about thirty people. After two battles, you
Do you know how many are left?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Including Guo Zhujiu and six others who went up to the city but never went down to the south, there are thirty-two people. Now there are a total of twenty-four people alive, eight people died in the battle, and half died in the chaos.
Among them, Zhang Rong, who was extremely qualified, was attacked and assassinated by a Jade Pu Realm great demon. The formation guarding swordsman around Zhang Rong failed to save him and died together in battle."
Ning Yao looked at Chen Pingan. She didn't seem to want to talk anymore. You know everything anyway, so why ask. She couldn't remember many things, and he didn't know them clearly.
Just looking at the pitiful Chen Ping'an, Ning Yao continued: "I have to practice, let's talk about it later."
Chen Pingan said: "Then I'll go have a drink with Grandpa Nalan."
Ning Yao quickened his pace and said, "It's up to you."
Chen Pingan, who originally didn't want to drink, really wanted to drink now.
Ning Yao didn't turn around and said: "Drink less."
Chen Pingan promised, but actually he didn't want to drink that much just now, but suddenly he wanted to drink more.
When they arrived at the house where Nalan was walking at night, the old man sighed. It wasn't that he couldn't relieve his sorrow after drinking, but that the old lady had just left and cursed her so much.
Nalan Yexing smiled and asked, "Drink something?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, and the old man poured a bowl of wine, but did not dare to fill it up. After all, the future uncle was still injured and was afraid that the old lady would have a reason to curse again.
Chen Pingan's arms were bandaged like rice dumplings. In fact, it was difficult to move. However, he was a monk in the fifth realm and had learned the magic. With a slight movement of his mind, he controlled the wine in the bowl and pulled the white bowl in front of him, imitating Chen Sanqiu.
, lowered his head and bit the white bowl, lifted it slightly, tilted the wine bowl slightly, and drank a sip of wine.
Nalan Yexing smiled, this is just doing as the Romans do, which is good.
Chen Pingan complained: "Grandpa Nalan, why is it not the Zhuhai Dongtian wine from my own wine shop?"
Nalan Yexing smiled and said: "They are all left over from the Ning Mansion's treasury this year. At the beginning of every year, your Aunt Bai will give you a fixed number of drinks. It is almost the end of the year, and there are not many jars left at home. You will go and help next year."
I don’t need to tell you about your business, our Aunt Bai will buy a lot of it and keep it as a treasure."
Chen Pingan said: "Grandpa Nalan, are you a little curious as to why my sword energy stopped at 18 and my progress is so slow?"
Nalan Yexing nodded and said: "Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so slow. But Mr. Chen won't tell me, so I can't ask more questions."
Chen Ping'an explained: "One of the pass qi mansions where the sword qi passes is just like the wine on the table. There was something from the old collection."
Nalan Yexing asked curiously: "But it is a relic of a certain Sword Immortal and someone else's flying sword that has been put aside for the time being by the Young Master?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It's a wisp of sword energy."
Nalan Yexing was surprised and said: "A wisp of sword energy?"
Chen Pingan smiled brightly and said: "It's a 'tiny, tiny' wisp of sword energy. No matter how much it is, it's not appropriate to say more."
I have said before that with Nalan Yexing by my side, I can speak freely.
Even if the swordsmen in the city use their magical powers to control mountains and rivers to spy on Ning Mansion, they will deliberately avoid Nalan Yexing, a former immortal.
Nalan Yexing was shocked, but he didn't ask any more questions. He raised the wine bowl and said, "Stop talking, let's drink."
Chen Ping'an didn't have so much etiquette on Nalan Yexing's side. He drank in an indecent manner and felt no burden in his heart.
Of course, Nalan's night walk doesn't matter. My uncle is always pleasing to the eye no matter what. He has good boxing skills, is not slow in learning the sword, has thoughtful ideas, and is handsome. The most important thing is that he has read a book, which is rare in the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
Miss, they are truly a match made in heaven. No wonder that old aunt Bai Lianshuang always protects her.
While the old and the young were drinking.
Ning Yao also sat with Aunt Bai, talking quietly.
The old woman saw the young lady and asked with a smile: "My uncle and his senior brother practice swordsmanship. It is a good thing to endure more hardships. Don't feel too bad about it. But not everyone can be taught the swordsmanship with all their heart. Over the years, I have changed my ways.
I have heard many times that the smart guy who approached the Great Sword Immortal was arrogant and never paid any attention to him. From what I can tell, Zuo and Zuo really didn’t recognize our uncle’s identity as a disciple of the Literary Saint, but actually recognized it.
Only this little junior brother is willing to do this."
Ning Yao shook his head and lay on the table, "That's not it."
The old woman smiled and said nothing.
Ning Yao sat up and said, "He can say a lot of nice things."
The old woman asked: "Miss, don't you like it?"
Ning Yao shook his head and said, "There's no reason why I don't like it."
The old woman asked again: "Miss is worried that he will like someone else."
Ning Yao still shook his head, "Don't worry."
The old woman finally couldn't help laughing, "Do you feel that he has become too much, and at the same time, you feel like you are standing still, for fear that one day, he will walk in front of you. It's not that you are afraid that his realm will rise or something, but
Are you worried that the two of you will have less and less to talk about?"
Ning Yao said what was on his mind, he lay down again, lost in thought, and then said in a low voice: "I haven't liked talking since I was a child. That guy is a talkative. He talks a lot, and I don't know how to answer it. How can I talk?"
There won't be a day when he thinks I'm boring. Of course he will like me, but he won't like to talk anymore."
The old woman couldn't help laughing, but she didn't laugh out loud and asked: "Why didn't the lady just say this?"
Ning Yao said angrily: "I don't want to say it. He is so smart and likes to think about it every day. He thinks about everything. How can he not think of anything?"
The old woman joked: "It's a good thing I didn't say anything, otherwise our uncle would have been wronged to death. Women are very worried, and my uncle is not a god who can predict the future and make perfect plans."
Ning Yao nodded, his mood improved slightly, but not much.
The old woman is not in a hurry.
Because of these little sorrows.
Probably only those who really like someone will have it.
It's nightfall today.
On the top of the city, after midnight, Wei Jin stood on the left and right, drinking a pot of Qingshenshan wine that he finally bought. The shop only sold one pot every day. If he bought it, it meant that no other sword cultivator would have a share today.
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Wei Jin asked with a smile: "Before Chen Pingan practiced swordsmanship, did he say that I cheated him?"
He shook his head from side to side and said, "It's just a slap in the face. I, my little junior brother, won't do it."
Wei Jin said helplessly: "Are you so clever?"
He smiled and said: "Sir, you once said that you once had a sword, and my sword at Jiaolonggou had a great influence on Chen Ping'an."
Wei Jin was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "In the early years, I met Chen Ping'an when he was a boy at the side of a wedding ghost. According to the agreement with Senior A Liang, the sword preceded the person."
There was silence for a moment, "Do you feel trapped by love and dragging your feet? It will be difficult for the sword to be pure and for people to climb to the top of the mountain?"
Wei Jin nodded and said: "I do have this worry, and it is actually the case."
Zuo Zuo smiled and said: "Then you are wrong, very wrong."
Wei Jin put away his drink and sat upright, "I would like to listen to Senior Zuo's teachings."
He said to the left and right: "When practicing sword training, what is the heaviest thing?"
Wei Jin shook his head and said: "Many of the answers in my mind are definitely not what the seniors thought."
Raise one hand left and right
, making a sword-holding posture, "It's a human holding a sword, so no matter how high the swordsmanship is, no matter how great the swordsmanship is, it is nothing to me as a swordsman. If you hold the five legendary swords in your hand, no matter what your current state is,
Sword Immortal or not, you are the one holding the sword."
He put away his hands and turned around and said: "If you just like a woman and you can't draw a sword, what kind of swordsman is that? You Wei and Jin, you are just a good swordsman, so you have Yu Pu. For a long time, you only have talent.
Qualifications will keep you from reaching high places. I dare to say that if you don't break your heart for a long time, your final achievements will be mediocre. Don't talk to me in the future."
Wei Jin took a big sip of wine and murmured: "But I still feel that the only love between children in the world is longer than the sword. I can't bear to let it go, and I don't even want to throw it away. Thinking about people, drinking wine, in a daze,
It’s better for me to live in the mountains and fight against the wall than to like one less person, drink less, and climb high with a sword.”
He shook his head left and right and said, "It's hopeless."
Wei Jin asked tentatively: "Then, from now on, the juniors will no longer be able to chat with the seniors?"
The left and right people laughed and said: "Sword Immortal Wei Jin, get out of here as soon as possible. Drunkard Wei Jin, you can come here often."
Wei and Jin laughed heartily and drank freely. They were about to ask a question. It is a fact known to the whole world that the four kingdoms of the world have four immortal swords in total. Why do the left and right say five?
Tao Laoer in the Qing Ming world owns an immortal sword. The Great Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain in the Middle Earth Divine Continent owns one, and the most proud scholar in the world owns one. In addition,
It is said that the Zhenjian Tower, one of the nine majestic town towers in Haoran World, suppresses the last one. The four worlds are so vast, there are still not many immortal soldiers, but there are also many, but only those worthy of the term "immortal sword"
There have been only four swords for thousands of years, and there will never be any more.
But before Wei Jin could finish drinking and ask this question again, he left the city.
Because the boss swordsman is here.
Wei and Jin left the city and saluted to say goodbye.
Chen Qingdu stood by the wall, "Are you surprised that you have such a junior brother?"
He nodded his head left and right but said nothing.
Zhao Gaoshu, a young man who learned the Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi.
At that time, the world and the earth were separated by sword energy, and Chen Pingan spoke like this.
In fact, at that time, Chen Pingan spoke from his heart at the same time, but it was under another name, Zhao Shuxia.
At such a young age, people would be a little surprised when they reach this level of caution.
The old man didn't care about the suspicion of disrespect from the sword immortal who nodded left and right but said nothing. If he couldn't tolerate the arrogance of the left and right, the city in the north, plus the many sword immortals on the city, would still be under his Chen Qingdu sword.
How many people are left alive?
It is no surprise that Chen Qing knew about this.
On the top of the city at the feet of both sides, Chen Qingdu could be said to be invincible in the world, probably only inferior to the sage master in the Confucian Temple, Taoist ancestors in Baiyujing, and Buddha sitting on the lotus platform.
This is also the most helpless place.
But at the same time, this is what I admire the most about this old man.
Why is the Great Wall of Sword Qi still standing despite thousands of years of siege in the barbaric world?
All the great monsters in the wild world know very well that as long as Chen Qingdu doesn't die for a day, even if the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi is gone, he still can't go to Daoxuan Mountain or Haoran World.
Only Chen Qingdu could suppress the Jieao Jianxiu on the north side of the Sword Qi Great Wall for ten thousand years.
Only this old man could say to Yin Guan, "I will tolerate you because you are young."
Chen Qingdu said: "When the big and small troubles in the city are over, you ask Chen Ping'an to come and live in the thatched house. He must concentrate on practicing swordsmanship. When will he become a veritable swordsman, I will leave the city and go to
Help him come to propose marriage, otherwise I would have no shame to say this. A boss swordsman's unconventional routine, a shop of drinks, and an elementary school cannot be afforded."
Zuo Zuo said: "It depends on what he wants. If you don't go to Yao's house then, I will."
Chen Qingdu smiled and said: "This is very unkind. Neither your husband nor your junior brother here would speak like this."
He frowned and said: "You are also staring at the children in the back alley over there at the liquor store? Chen Qing doesn't care about so many things, but he actually cares about this?"
"otherwise?"
Chen Qingdu asked back: "My swordsmanship is better than yours, my swordsmanship is better than yours, my swordsmanship is better than yours, and my knowledge is greater than yours. You will take notice of me, so why can't I just look at you a few more times?"
The man on the left and right said expressionlessly: "I've tolerated you twice."
Chen Qingdu smiled and said: "The best thing about sword energy is that it is still inferior to humans, so just bear with it."
Left and right sneered: "Three times."
Chen Qingdu asked: "Do you know why I am willing to take a look at the literacy teaching in the back alley?"
The left and right people looked indifferent, "This involves one of the biggest problems of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Sword cultivators have been practicing swords for ten thousand years and killing enemies for ten thousand years. There are more and more people who don't know why. Why they live and why they die."
Chen Qingdu nodded and looked at the lights of the city to the north. The mansions of wealthy families were brightly lit, as bright as day. The streets and alleys were dim, and the land bordering the two places was dotted with stars.
"It's easy to say whether it's life or death. After all, it's so selfish that it's hard for people to really feel about it."
Chen Qingdu looked lonely, "I always hope that there are people over there who can do it by themselves, think by themselves, and feel by themselves. Knowing the causes and consequences, all the historical origins, and knowing the price paid by myself and my ancestors, I can still make people happy."
A living swordsman, even if he has resentment, grievance, or anger, will still draw his sword, and both the man and the sword will go south, and he will die if he dies."
The old man stretched out a palm and slowly raised it, "The light in the world starts with one, then two, two, three, three together, a bright star river."
He shook his head left and right and said, "It's too late, I lost."
Chen Qingdu smiled and said: "Sir, you are not as good as your junior brother. You know that even though it is useless, it is difficult to change the predetermined outcome, but you still do it patiently."
There was silence on both sides.
Chen Qingdu smiled and asked: "Four times?"
The left and right said: "No."
Chen Qingdu nodded and said: "Then I won't hit you, to save you some face and avoid the discomfort of teaching swordsmanship to my junior brother in the future."
The left and right said: "There are four times now."
Chen Qingdu clasped his hands behind his back and left, leaving only one sentence, "Rather than chatting with you, I still like to listen to Chen Pingan talk."
In the night, Chen Pingan took a walk to the Dragon Slaying Platform. Ning Yao was still practicing. Chen Pingan walked to the martial arts field, just walking, walking in a circle. When he was about to reach perfection, he shifted his steps slightly, and then drew
A bigger circle.
At some point, Ning Yao had come to him, and Chen Pingan was not surprised.
Ning Yao had already learned Nalan Yexing's stealth and concealment skills.
What Ning Yao has refined over the years is not the extremely high-grade innate natal flying sword, but something else.
But even if Ning Yao just used his flying sword, it would be enough for her to kill Pang Yuanji, Qi Shou and others.
This was what she said casually when Chen Pingan was chatting with Ning Yao. When she said it, she was understated and natural, but she stared at Chen Pingan.
At that time, Chen Ping'an was about to put his hand on the back of her hand, but he quietly retracted his hand, then raised his hand with a smile and fanned the breeze.
The two of them walked up to the gazebo.
Chen Pingan sat cross-legged next to Ning Yao.
Ning Yao continued the topic during the day, "Wang Zongping's generation, there were probably ten people together at the earliest. Compared with us, both in terms of numbers and Taoist qualifications, they are far inferior. Among them, Mi Quan's Taoist achievements were originally the highest.
It's a pity that Mi Quan died in the first battle out of the city. Now there are only three people left. Except Wang Zongping who was too seriously injured and was affected by the battle between the enemy and our two Immortal Realm monks. He has been stagnant at the Yuanying bottleneck and has not moved forward for many years. There are
Wang Wei and Su Yong, Su Yong's innate aptitude is actually better than that of Wang Zongping, who was at the bottom, but the sword heart is not strong and clear enough. He has participated in the big battle, but he deliberately fights in a small way, not daring to sacrifice his life, always thinking that it is quiet.
If you practice cultivation and live to be a hundred years old, you will be able to steadily advance to the upper five realms step by step, and then fight with all your strength. As a result, in the most dangerous battle to break the Nascent Soul bottleneck in the Great Sword Qi Wall, Su Yong not only failed to advance to Yupu, but was eliminated by the world.
Repelled by his sword intention, he immediately fell into the trap and became a golden elixir sword cultivator with a messy alchemy room and leaks from all sides. He had been silent for many years and hung out in the streets and alleys all year round. He became a gambler and a drunkard, defaulted on countless debts, and lived like a rat on the street.
It's better that Qi Shou and his likes liked to invite Su Yong to drink when they were young. As long as Su Yong can drink, it doesn't matter if he is treated as a joke and lives like a half-human being. When Qi Shou and the others become more and more advanced, they feel that
When there was no point in making fun of Su Yong, Su Yong would do errands between the city and the mirage. If he earned a little money, he would buy wine. If he made a lot of money, he would gamble."
She learned these things on the spur of the moment by asking Aunt Bai.
Chen Ping'an asked bluntly: "Will Su Yong be resentful of the entire Sword Qi Great Wall?"
Ning Yao thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Probably not. A few years before A Liang left the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Su Yong was often followed by him whether he was drinking or sitting in the bank."
Chen Pingan nodded, "Only Wang Wei is already a sword immortal. In his early years, when he was practicing Jindan sword, he became a low-level worshiper of the Qi family. Twenty years ago, he successfully entered the upper five realms and became the only one on his own.
Opening a mansion and marrying a woman with a noble surname as a Taoist companion can be regarded as a complete life. I was listening to people chatting at the wine shop, and it seemed that Wang Wei, a latecomer, could become a swordsman, which is quite unexpected."
Ning Yao said: "Wang Wei is indeed not very eye-catching. He is about ninety years old and has reached the upper five realms. It is certainly rare in the vast world. But in our case, Wang Wei, as a surviving Jade Pu realm swordsman, will naturally become
As the leader of more than ten people in the early years, it is easy to compare. Compared with the earlier generation, Wang Wei is too average. If compared with our generation, let alone Pang Yuanji, Qi Shou and Gao Ye
Hou, I don’t look down on Wang Wei, who likes to bow his head even after becoming a swordsman, and even Fatty San Qiuyan and the others don’t look down on him.”
Ning Yao said softly: "It's just that in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, no matter what level of sword cultivator you are, staying alive is your greatest skill. If you die, it doesn't matter whether you are a genius or a swordsman. Even young swordsmen like us
Xiu, while drinking today, I laughed at Zhao Yong's downfall and Wang Wei's lack of swordsmanship. Maybe after the next war, Wang Wei drinks with his friends and talks about some young people, just like talking about old friends."
Arriving at the pavilion of Zhanlongtai, Ning Yao suddenly asked: "Give me a pot of wine."
Chen Pingan took out his hand and took out his sleeve and handed over a pot of Zhuhai Dongtian wine from his own wine shop. Ning Yao drank the wine and said, "Grandpa Xiao Dong, that is the real genius. Go to the top of the city in the cave mansion realm, and go down to the city top in the sea view realm."
, the Dragon Gate Realm has killed dozens of monsters in the same realm, and three golden elixir monsters. He was nicknamed a sword madman. Later, he left the Great Wall of Sword Qi alone and went to the wild world to sharpen his swordsmanship. When he came back, he was already a sword in the upper five realms.
Xiu, after that there was a great war and countless monsters were killed. At that time, Grandpa Xiao Dong was hailed as the young man who had the most hope of becoming an Ascension Realm Sword Immortal."
Dong Guanpu colluded with the big demon. After the incident was revealed, the crowd became furious. Before Lord Yin Guan could take action, he was killed by the boss swordsman Chen Qingdu with a single sword.
Chen Pingan was on top of the city at that time and saw that scene with his own eyes.
Ning Yao drank wine, "Not long after Grandpa Xiao Dong died, there was a saying that I was assassinated in the mirage, and it was Grandpa Xiao Dong who planned it himself."
Ning Yao smiled and said, "I don't believe it. It's just that some people are chewing their tongues, and I can't stop them."
Chen Pingan asked: "If you don't talk about the truth, will you be sad after hearing these words?"
Ning Yao shook his head and said, "There's nothing to be sad about."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Then
Okay, otherwise I won’t go out in the near future except to go to the city to practice swordsmanship.”
Ning Yao asked in confusion: "Besides the assassination of that girl at Luduan, is there anything else going on?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Absolutely. Someone plans to test my talent and isolate Ning Mansion as much as possible. After all, I still want to distract you as much as possible and delay your breakthrough. I didn't have the chance before.
, after the mirage incident, the Dong Guan Waterfall incident, and the boss Sword Immortal personally used the sword, no one dared to openly attack the Ning Mansion. Now that I am here, I have an entry point. "
Ning Yao asked: "Why do you feel that you are not bothered by this at all? In fact, I am annoyed. I just know that it is useless to worry, so I don't care about it and don't think too much about it."
Chen Pingan reached out for the wine bottle, and Ning Yao subconsciously wanted to hand it over, but quickly glared at Chen Pingan.
Chen Pingan failed to succeed, so he continued to hold up his sleeves, "How good the foreigner Chen Pingan is is nothing more than his cultivation and his heart. How about the fists of a pure martial artist? Ren Yi, Pu Yu, Qi Shou, and Pang Yuanji have proven it for me.
Exactly. As for the people's hearts, one is at a high place and the other is at a low place. If the other party is good at planning, they will test it. For example, once Guo Zhujiu is assassinated, the Ning Mansion and the Guo family, where Guo Jiajian is seated, will be completely alienated. This is different from Guo Jiajian.
It doesn't matter how deeply the immortal understands the righteousness. Everyone in the Guo family has already had a thorn in their heart. Of course, now that the little girl is fine, that's all. How to test the depth of a person's heart? It's very simple. A child from a back alley will die.
The wine shop business will soon be ruined. I will not go there to be a storyteller. If I do, no one will listen to my stories about landscapes. Killing Guo Zhujiu will cost a lot.
Who cares about the price of killing a street kid? But if I don't care, what will so many sword cultivators on the Great Wall of Sword Qi think of me, Chen Pingan? If I care, how should I care?"
Ning Yao frowned upon hearing this.
Listen, what Aunt Bai said is wrong. This guy obviously has no plans left and has thought of everything.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I have thought of everything, and then their chances are slim. But there are some things, even if I think of them, I can only wait for the other party to take action."
Ning Yao asked: "For example?"
"For example, it's okay to publicize that I am a disciple of the Wen Sheng and a junior fellow apprentice. These are just scratching the itch. The sword cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi are more serious about their cultivation."
Chen Ping'an said: "Another example is a young swordsman who has no foundation. In front of me, he talked drunkenly and brought up old things in the Ning Mansion. Most of his words would not be too extreme, otherwise he would be too unreasonable.
It will cause public outrage, and guests who say they are not allowed to drink will have to help, so how the other party chooses to word it must be well prepared and brewed carefully. If it can make me angry and take action, it does not mean that he is inciting trouble. It is purely based on his feelings and speaking up.
.In the end, I punched him but I couldn’t kill him, and it was a loss-making business afterwards. Young and energetic people don’t last long, and the city is too deep for a swordsman.”
Ning Yao thought for a moment, "Then we should go less often to Diezhang Liquor Shop in the future? You are just going back and forth between the city and Ning Mansion, and no one will deliberately stop you. That would be too obvious. There are many swordsmen in the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
There are not many fools.”
Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I have to go."
Ning Yao was a little confused.
"Mr. Accountant likes to have an abacus, but he also has his own life to live, and he will not sit behind the counter all day long and calculate profits and losses. Who am I? I am used to living a life of nothing. How many years have I been living, and I am still afraid of this?"
Chen Ping'an stood up, looked at the martial arts field, and said slowly: "You have listened to the bastard words for so many years, and I want to hear it with my own ears. You didn't want to pay attention to them before, so that's it. Now I'm with you
There is someone around me who dares to come to the door with ulterior motives. If I don’t punch him right now, am I going to invite him to drink?”
Speaking of this, Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It must be a matter of casual punching, because the opponent's level cannot be high, it must be worse than Ren Yi. If it is high, no one will sympathize."
Ning Yao asked: "When will we go to the shop?"
This is Ning Yao's temperament.
Chen Pingan was not surprised at all.
Back in the small town, even aside from liking him, Ning Yao's behavior had a great influence on Chen Ping'an.
One of the sentences, "The great road should not be so small," was one thing. This made Chen Pingan, who later walked out of Lizhu Cave, look at the mountain cultivation and never really looked up at the gods on the mountain.
Chen Ping'an remembered Ning Yao's crispness and neatness in his actions, especially his attitude that "the matter is now over, what should be done now" is the first priority.
With this clear and transparent mentality, you can truly not be afraid of thousands of unexpected troubles, and just solve them when they come.
Chen Pingan turned around and said with a smile: "When I recover from my injuries, I will let the other party plan their plans. To be honest, many times, I am anxious for the enemy, and I wish I could teach them how to move in person, so as to maximize the benefits and at the same time get the best results."
Disgusting people.”
Ning Yao remained silent.
Chen Pingan sat next to her and said softly: "Don't think I'm strange. I've always been like this. But as I told you before, there's only one thing I never think too much about. This is not a nice thing to say, it's just the truth.
.”
Ning Yao said softly: "If you didn't like me, if you didn't come here, you wouldn't have so many things to do, you could live a better life, you could even wait until you become a sword immortal in the future, and come to me again, I will still wait for you.
"
Aunt Bai is right. To be Ning Yao, you must also believe in Chen Ping'an. After accumulating what is in your heart, you can tell him one sentence after another, regardless of whether it makes sense or not. He is the most reasonable person anyway. Then
You won't have to worry about not being able to chat with each other.
Chen Pingan didn't say anything to Ning Yao. He just took out the small dragon-slaying platform given by Ning Yao when he said goodbye to Daoxuan Mountain. The front and back were engraved with "Ning Yao" and "Innocent". Chen Pingan looked down at Ning Yao.
With two words, he pressed his fingers together and bent them, lightly tapping the name, widening his eyes, and cursing while typing: "Who are you? You are so courageous and so capable. It almost makes me sad. If you keep doing this,
If you are ignorant, I will pretend to ignore you from now on..."
Ning Yao turned sideways and lay on the railing, smiling and narrowing his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
The bright moonlight drew her eyebrows.
The second shopkeeper of the wine shop, who had not been seen for a long time, rarely showed up to drink. He did not compete with the guests for a seat at the wine table. He squatted aside to drink with some familiar swordsmen, holding a wine bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other. On the ground in front of him,
There is a small plate filled with pickles from Yanjia shop. Everyone is like this, there is nothing shameful. According to the second shopkeeper, the man of swordsman stands upright, what if the dish is placed on the ground? This is called the approachable swordsman.
You are so informal. Do you have a chance to try drinking in a big restaurant where the drinks are very expensive elsewhere? Can you put the dishes on the floor and try it? Even if the waiter doesn't stop him and the drinker next to him doesn't say anything, he will definitely provoke him.
Why don't you just roll your eyes at me? How can such a bad thing happen here? It absolutely does not happen.
The sword cultivators who come here to buy and drink wine, especially those drunkards who are relatively short on money, think it makes perfect sense.
There were no sword masters here to drink today. Chen Pingan sipped his drink while smiling and chatting with the familiar sword masters on both sides.
Suddenly, a young man with an unfamiliar face got up drunk, carrying a wine bowl, wandering to Chen Pingan, burping with wine, and said with drunken eyes, "Are you Chen Pingan, the son-in-law of the Ning Mansion?"
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.
Just as the man was about to speak, Chen Pingan raised his hand, touched the two chopsticks lightly, ran to the shop with a straight face, and took out a piece of paper.
The man ignored this and continued: "Are you worthy of Ning Yao? I don't think so, so what if you beat Pang Yuanji and the other four, you are still not worthy of Ning Yao. But you are lucky and worthy of Ning Mansion. You know why
?"
Chen Ping'an picked up some pickles with chopsticks, then raised the wine bottle and pointed behind him.
Diezhang shook out the piece of paper, and there was a sentence written on it, "Anyone who talks to me about the old affairs of Ning Mansion today will drink fine wine without spending any money."
At that moment, all the dozens of drinkers in the wine shop began to hold their breath and concentrate. Some stopped drinking and eating food, and some moved a little slower, still picking up food to accompany the wine.
The man ignored him and took a big sip of wine, spilling a lot of wine from the white bowl. His eyes were bloodshot and he said angrily: "The Great Wall of Sword Qi was almost gone. Master Yin Guan personally took the lead, and the other big demon directly avoided the fight. From now on, life and death will happen."
, we all win, winning streak all the way, only one game is missing, only one game is missing, those beasts and monsters who are the best in the wild world will stare at you, the two great swordsmen of Ning Mansion, who are the companions of the gods, are really good.
Those beasts on the other side, if they lack anything, the two great sword immortals of Ning Mansion will work together to give it to them... The demon clan in the wild world is shameless, and they will attack the city if they lose, but we, the Sword Qi Great Wall, want face! If it weren't for us
I won the last game. In this Sword Qi Great Wall, you Chen Ping'an are still showing off your awesomeness! Good guy, you are a disciple of Wen Sheng, right? The junior brothers on the left and right are you? Do you know that the Jingjian Pavilion in the Upside Down Mountain is...
Why didn't you hang the portraits of the two sword immortals in the past few years? You are Ning's uncle, a first-class proud man of heaven, why don't you tell me?"
Chen Pingan took a sip of wine and gently placed his chopsticks on the dish.
Diezhang threw away the piece of paper, took out another one from his sleeve, and shook it open suddenly, "Anyone who talks about Ning Yao's parents will get punched by me. It's useless to beg for mercy."
The man glanced sideways and laughed loudly and said: "As expected of a scholar of the literary sage's lineage, he is really knowledgeable. You can even guess this? Why, you want to kill me with one punch?"
The man raised his arm and smashed the wine bowl into pieces, "I'm sick of eating your Ning Mansion's wine!"
Chen Ping'an stood up slowly, holding a white bowl with more than half of the wine in his hand.
The young man stretched his neck and pointed at his head, "Come on, give me a punch. If you can, hit me here."
He sneered and said: "I wonder if the two times I came to the Sword Qi Great Wall happened to be between the battles. Did the disciples of Wen Sheng guess it early? Anyway, it was all about skill. I won four fights and then beat me to death.
Why aren't you a sea realm swordsman? Go to that city to show off and practice boxing. It's not that Chen Pingan doesn't want to kill monsters. It's because the monster clan doesn't dare to attack the city after seeing Chen Pingan? Let me see what you're capable of.
It’s almost bigger than all the sword immortals put together, don’t you think so, Chen Ping’an?!”
Chen Pingan glanced at the fragments of the white bowl on the ground.
The young swordsman's eyes widened, "Drink money? I have it. I've been to the city once and to the south once. I don't earn much, but it's enough to buy you a few bowls of shabby drinks!"
He was about to dig out the fairy money from his sleeves when he suddenly heard the guy in a green shirt say: "You don't need to pay for this bowl of drinks."
The sea-watching sword cultivator laughed loudly and decided that the man did not dare to punch, so he wanted to say a few more words.
Just for a moment.
The young swordsman was punched in the head.
The beating caused him to turn upside down, with his head on the ground and his legs in the air. He died on the spot and collapsed on the ground. Not only that, his soul was shattered, and he could no longer die.
Chen Pingan held the bowl in his left hand, pointed at the corpse with his right hand, and said with a smile: "You owe money for a bowl of drinks on behalf of the demon clan. In the next war in the south, the wild world will have to pay me Chen Pingan!"
Chen Pingan raised the wine bowl in his hand high, looked around, and laughed loudly: "A small cup, a big bowl, a few ounces of wine, drink up all the troubles in the world! All future swordsmen, before heading south to the city, who is willing to share the experience with me, Chen Pingan?"
drink?!"
Among the drinkers and those squatting sword cultivators, some stood up first, and then everyone stood up.
They all stood up with cups full of wine.
Chen Pingan raised his eyes into the distance and said loudly: "I am the Great Wall of Sword Qi! There are swordsmen who only hate those who do not kill enough enemies, but they can also drink!"
Today, up and down the Great Sword Qi Wall, there are especially many drinking swordsmen practicing swordsmanship.