A middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged, barely breathing, as skinny as firewood, and skin and bones, but his fist intention was strong, and the strands of fist intention were condensed into substance, like countless tiny dragons, entrenched in the human body mountain.
A true travel destination.
In the battle before Chen Ping'an came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, this pure martial artist in the wild world killed six sword cultivators with fists, including one Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator.
The man opened his eyes and asked, "Are you coming to kill me?"
Chen Pingan nodded.
The man glanced at the female sewing woman behind Chen Pingan and said calmly: "Take your own head."
He knew he was no match for that ugly woman who was neither a human nor a ghost. The woman's cruel methods had caused him to suffer a lot.
Chen Ping'an said: "A boxing match will tell the difference between life and death."
The man sneered and said: "A pure martial artist from the Great Wall of Sword Qi wants to use me as a whetstone? I'm afraid that if you punch me, you will hug that bitch's waist and scream in pain. Haha, it's a pity that this bitch looks so real.
Not pretty."
Chen Ping'an said: "Senior Nian Xin, close the cell door. Wait for someone to die before opening it again."
Twisting Core closed the door, and sword-light fences appeared. Inside the cage were two warriors.
The man stood up and said, "It's quite refreshing."
Chen Ping'an cupped his fists and said: "The world is vast, Chen Ping'an."
The man was slightly stunned, clasped his fists and said: "In the wild world, Jinxi City, Hongyin."
One is in the Far Traveling Realm, and the other is in the Golden Body Realm. They punch almost at the same time.
Inside the cage, fists surged.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of punches were thrown at each other. Chen Ping'an mostly used his fists and feet to eliminate the opponent's punches. He defended more and attacked less. In the end, Hongyin hit him in the waist with a kick. His feet were still rooted in the ground, but they moved sideways for more than a foot.
, Hongyin kicked the ground and came closer, but Chen Pingan turned sideways, raised his foot, bent his knees and kicked Hongyin in the abdomen, and with a change of strength, he actually pressed Hongyin to the ground with one leg.
Chen Ping'an did not take advantage of the situation to pursue. Instead, he took two steps back, held his back with one hand, and turned the other hand into a fist, placing it in front of him.
The boxing frame sank slightly.
But his fisting intention is slowly rising.
Hongyin, who was not seriously injured, slapped the ground with her palm, turned over and asked, "Are you giving up?"
Chen Ping'an said: "I know your background, but you don't know my background, so I'll let you test it out. From now on, I will throw hundreds of punches at you to test the lightness of my punches and the strength of my punches. After that."
Hongyin twists her wrist, and all the joints in her body, including her spine and ribs, roll over like a fish, her fists explode, and her divine power pours out.
He had indeed been tempted when he punched and changed his moves before. At this time, Hongyin smiled and said: "If you really want to be confident in your statement, you have to be in the Ninth Realm."
The man had only heard that the pure warriors in the world were all just paper goods due to their innate physiques.
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I haven't traveled far yet. But on the battlefield, killing Hou Kuimen cost a lot, so that I haven't fully recovered yet. But to tell you straight, I was injured when I was against someone.
If you don't get hurt, it will never be a problem."
Hongyin walked slowly, while Chen Ping'an just stood there without moving his eyes, allowing Hongyin to walk a short arc.
Hongyin, as an extremely powerful traveler, had naturally heard of Hou Kuimen, who was very fancy-dressed. Hongyin had never met him, but had only heard about him. He liked to wear bright red armor and a purple gold crown with phoenix wings.
Two very long feathers, all over the body, are precious treasures. Therefore, Hongyin is quite dissatisfied with Hou Kuimen. As a pure martial artist, he should have nothing but his fists, such as the one in front of him with bare feet and rolled sleeves.
Young people, refreshing and pure.
Hongyin asked: "Is it possible that all the warriors in the world who fight against each other are like you, and they have to explain themselves clearly before taking action? Is there such a strange thing?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I just want you to punch harder before you die."
After a moment of pause, Chen Pingan was still honest, "You haven't made a move for a long time, your fists and feet are unfamiliar, and you are too worried about the woman outside the cage, and your boxing intention is far from reaching its peak. What's the point of killing you with a few casual punches."
"
Hongyin stopped talking.
When a martial artist asks about boxing, the truth is based on whether the fist is heavy or not, and whether the boxing technique is good or not.
Within a hundred punches after that, Hongyin punched quickly and fiercely, with momentum like a whale swallowing Hongyin, and he was worthy of his name.
A knee hit the opponent's chest, and the young man in blue slipped backwards for more than ten steps. He just put up a boxing stance without throwing a punch. His spine was shaken like a dragon's veins, and all his strength was gone.
Hongyin punched the opponent's shoulder hard at the same time. Taking advantage of the slight gap in the opponent's body, Hongyin's own fist power surged and he hit him closely, causing the young man in green shirt to almost hit the sword-light fence.
But the opponent's eyes, face, and even the intention of the fist were almost dead and motionless.
Hongyin's last kick hit the opponent's neck, causing the opponent's figure to turn upside down several times. In the end, he was propped on the ground with one palm, his head on the ground and his feet in the sky, and his body was still.
Close your eyes tightly, and use your left hand to make sword gestures in front of you.
In the last few punches among the hundred punches, Hongyin twisted her body and threw hard with her long arms, sending the young man flying away. The latter fell down with anger, pointed to the ground with both fingers, and flipped several times, all the same, constantly changing the landing position.
The position just happened to avoid Hongyin's punches, and finally the young man stood calmly, just on the straight line between Hongyin and Nianxin.
The sparring of hundreds of fists has ended. It's not that Hongyin doesn't want to know life and death in an instant, but his martial arts intuition prevents him from getting close to the opponent casually.
Hongyin stopped and was surprised, and Nuxin was also very curious.
Nian Xin, as a qi practitioner from Jinjiazhou who was born as a wild cultivator, has traveled around for hundreds of years, and is a tailor who specializes in looking for good "silks and satins". He is no stranger to the pure martial arts in the world. Even the martial arts of the Nine Realms, there are
A quick fight on a narrow road.
When did a young man in his thirties have such a master's bearing? Moreover, most of the distant travel realm warriors and mountain top realm masters that Nian Xin had seen were overbearing. Even if Shenhua was restrained, his fists were mastered, and he returned to nature.
, but once a punch is thrown, the fighting will be like a heroic spirit. There is no such thing as a young man who punches... calmly and calmly.
After that, the two sides questioned each other, and Twisting Core discovered some clues. Chen Ping'an's choice was even more bizarre, as if he had changed his mind.
Hongyin fought very vigorously, but Chen Ping'an still hit the target, but he only dodged very little and mainly blocked.
After about half a stick of incense, Hongyin suddenly retracted her fist and asked doubtfully: "I have taken two puffs of martial arts energy, but you always use one to fight against the enemy?"
Chen Ping'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and answered the question: "I will come to you for discussion in two days."
Hongyin shook his head, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay to look down on Jinxi City Hongyin. The martial arts skills are not as good as others, so I can't be admired by my opponents, but you, Chen Ping'an, do you think you look down on the martial arts?!"
Chen Pingan was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "Senior, you are right."
Chen Ping'an finally changed his tone of pure Qi. On the outside, the boxing frame looks loose and in the shape of an ape, but on the inside, it is like a dragon. He uses Zhongqiu's "peak" boxing frame to support it, and starts directly with the god-man beating drum style.
Wufu Hongyin, before dying, looked like a fish on a hook, suddenly freed.
The old rule is to twist the core and collect the corpse.
Only this time, Chen Pingan did not watch. He just sat outside the cage and took a sip of wine.
I have long been familiar with many sewing methods, but the twisting core seemed to be idle, and asked: "How do you practice this punch?"
Chen Pingan turned his back to the cage and said slowly: "The person who taught me boxing didn't like to talk about boxing principles. He only had a few words, and one of them has never been forgotten. 'My boxing is in the sky, and there is no one in front of me.'"
Nian Xin nodded and said, "That martial artist is so courageous."
after that.
Chen Ping'an went to the next prison where a demon clan was imprisoned, a golden elixir bottleneck sword cultivator.
A golden elixir bottleneck sword cultivator from a sword sect named Zhengrong Sect.
There are only a handful of sects in the wild world that rely on sword cultivation as the foundation of their existence. They are very different from the vast world. Not just any fifth-level swordsman can establish a sect in the wild world. Even if the sect flag can be set up,
, I can't hold it back. The big monsters in the wild world are running rampant and unscrupulous. Among them, they are the most disgusted with the sword cultivator sect. They slap and stomp a few times. Sword Immortal and sword cultivator are the most valuable after all, so the big monster does not kill people, but only causes harm.
The landscape array comes and goes again and again, who can withstand such a torment?
Therefore, every sword cultivator sect in the wild world will become an extremely powerful mountain force as long as it survives the first hundred years of its establishment.
According to the secret files of the summer palace, the Zhengrong Sect once had a sword immortal from the Great Wall of Sword Qi hiding there. Later, his identity was exposed and he was brutally surrounded and killed. The Zhengrong Sect used several sinister and secret methods to detain the soul of the sword immortal and forcibly demanded the sword practice method.
In the end, the Sword Immortal was refined into a puppet that had some spiritual intelligence left but could only obey the orders of others. He appeared during a siege and was killed by Li Tuimi, the chief minister of the Yan family, with a single sword, and he was freed.
In this cage, after letting Twisting Core open the door, Chen Ping'an signed up for his number, said only the word "ask for sword", and then sacrificed the bird in the cage.
Unexpectedly, the golden elixir bottleneck sword cultivator actually knelt down and said categorically that he was willing to swear allegiance to Chen Ping'an in exchange for his life.
Seeing that the young man was indifferent, the sword cultivator became even more decisive. He was willing to sacrifice the foundation of the great path, peel off the flying sword of his destiny, and give it to Chen Pingan, just to continue to live in this cage.
This direct sword cultivator from the Zhengrong Sect's Patriarch Hall was fighting on the battlefield, and his sword was extremely unpredictable. He had a natal flying sword "Heavenly Sound", which had two natal magical powers. Wherever the flying sword passed, there was no flying sword, only extremely subtle
If the sound of mosquitoes and flies, and the flapping of their wings, ring in a person's ears, it will still be a big movement. If it trembles violently in the acupoints of the person's Qi Mansion, it will naturally be a huge killing force that is as loud as thunder, and
The thundering sound of the flying sword naturally contains the true meaning of the five thunders. The most difficult thing to prevent is that the enemy needs to listen to the sound to identify the flying sword to detect its position. However, once the sound is heard, the flying sword will pierce the sword cultivator's body more quickly.
As soon as the sword energy moved, wind, thunder, clouds and rain suddenly broke out in the small world of the human body.
It was precisely because the flying sword of this demon clan swordsman was so contrary to common sense that he was specifically targeted by the two sword immortals of the Great Sword Qi Wall and was detained in prison.
After Chen Pingan got the "Sound of Nature", he put away the flying sword and the bird in the cage. There are some records in the summer palace about the secret sword training method of Zhengrong Sect, but Chen Pingan asked again and found out many omissions.
Chen Ping'an and Nian Xin looked at each other, and she immediately understood and stepped into prison.
At the same time, a small and exquisite Yin spirit traveled far away from the body, holding ten "embroidery needles" with different colors.
The sword cultivator was filled with hatred when he learned that he would die and cursed Chen Ping'an endlessly.
Nuxin was quite satisfied. Previously, when he asked Na Hongyin about boxing, Wufu Hongyin's death was too much as expected, and he had too little resentment towards the young hidden official, which was not a good thing.
The sewing method of twisting the core not only involves three souls and seven souls, but can also contain resentment.
Chen Ping'an stood at the gate, took another sip of wine, and took a sip. He was very frugal. He couldn't wait until he really suffered a lot, and then he couldn't drink.
Nian Xin fiddled with the sword-cultivation golden elixir and said casually: "If you seek your own government in your position, everything will never go as planned."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "These things have been thought about for a long time. There is no need for a reason to kill demons in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. It's the same whether it's a hidden official or not. What's uncomfortable is that my level is too low, and now I can't face any throne."
The big demon is a dead end. Not to mention them, it is extremely difficult to confront a Nascent Soul realm sword cultivator. Facing a Sword Immortal, you will definitely die. Becoming a Sword Immortal is really difficult."
Nian Xin smiled and said: "You are a fifth-level sword cultivator at a young age. I don't think it is too difficult."
Chen Pingan was speechless.
It's rare for a tailor to tell a joke, and it's so cold that it penetrates your body.
Previously, the old deaf man asked the loach spirit for three coins of essence and blood, and the young hidden official started doing business. He was not a human being.
The old deaf boy also asked for a few more kilograms of flesh and blood from the junior Yiluohe. Anyway, he had a so-called master young man by his side. He seemed to be a good cook. With that pot of good wine, he would have another one.
Cooking the so-called loach stewed with tofu in the pot, as Young Yinguan called it, was truly a magical day.
As for the title of master of the simple and honest young man, does the old deaf child take it seriously? Does he really think that he has ascended to the realm of fasting and chanting Buddha's name?
What the Boss Sword Fairy did was just to give You Yu an opportunity, which was just a talisman at most. As long as the young man didn't have the ability to seize the opportunity, once the hundred-year period passed, life and death would be extremely clear. In exchange for that clever energy
Du Shanyin, the old deaf child can now figure out how to deal with Du Shanyin a hundred years later, so this is called stupid people having stupid blessings. This child Youyu is too stupid, but the old deaf child is embarrassed to do it, because there is no way
Very interesting.
And Youyu doesn't take his identity as master and servant seriously, which is the boy's real way of survival.
Therefore, it is a good thing to study more. As the young Yin official said personally, never mistake an ascended person for a great demon.
Youyu was grabbed by the shoulders by the old deaf man, and he left the dungeon that almost suffocated him. He walked around several corpses of monsters and broken golden bodies of gods. As far as he could see, he saw a Feng Shui treasure land that brought a peaceful state of mind to the young man. The stream
A huge grape trellis was erected in front of the thatched house by the gurgling stream. The green shade covered acres of land, and the rows of trees were green. All the clothes were made of blue.
Every time you take a breath, you feel relaxed and happy. It is a mysterious feeling as if the spiritual energy and sword energy have been refined. It can make people skip the Qi refining process. The more this happens, the more the cautious young man dares not take a big breath.
.After all, he is a visiting guest, and the young man does not dare to make any mistakes.
The old deaf boy smiled and said: "Just breathe in and out, and you won't be short of these few mouthfuls of spiritual energy. A small fish swimming in the river can drink until the river dries up."
The old deaf boy stopped and said, "The master hasn't come back yet, let's wait for a while."
Youyu nodded vigorously, very nervous.
Because the seniors around him told him the identity of the sword immortal, the criminal officer.
An ancient official position that has disappeared for many years in the history of the Jianqi Great Wall is on the same level as the Yin official.
The deaf old man didn't go into details, he only talked about the executioner Sword Immortal. He felt guilty and felt that he had no face to show to others.
In the other direction, two people walked slowly along the stream. It was the faceless swordsman and the young man Du Shanyin.
Several small bags made of silver silk threads were hung around Du Shanyin's waist, emitting a golden light that was as bright as the morning glow.
The old deaf boy smiled and said, "No wonder."
In this world, the corpses of both great demons and gods are rotting, eroding, and peeling off in the invisible river of time. However, those golden bodies of gods occasionally encounter surprises, such as piles of gold sand, and even more.
The rare thing is the fragments of the golden body. The young Yinguan had been traveling before, but he had bad luck and didn't see any place. On the contrary, the young Du Shanyin traveled with the Sword Immortal and returned with a full load.
That swordsman would never take the initiative to destroy the corpse of a god. He would just wait for money to fall from the sky every day, and then bend down to pick it up.
Presumably, this trip with Du Shanyin was also to see what the boy's luck was like.
By the stream, a woman was pounding her clothes on a bluestone chopping board and hitting her clothes with a pestle. Du Shanyin shouted, and she suddenly looked up, her face radiant and incomparably beautiful.
Du Shanyin suddenly lost his mind. There was a little servant girl wearing gauze, holding a bamboo basket, standing next to the woman who was making clothes. Her bright eyes were smiling. Seeing the young man's infatuated look, her laughter became more and more uncontrollable.
The Sword Immortal Judge and the old deaf boy nodded.
The old deaf boy then walked towards the grape trellis with a sense of gloom.
Under the grape trellis, exquisite porcelain cups are suspended at different heights, as if waiting for the grapes to fall into the cup.
The colorful December Flower God wine cup is painted with twelve graceful women and contains twelve poems for the occasion.
The old deaf boy smiled and said: "In this vast world, in addition to the female flower gods, there are actually twelve male flower gods, all of whom are the heroes and darlings of Baihua Blessed Land. Most of them are immortals and literary giants. Under the fate, they have the feeling
And Fa, for a certain kind of flower, wrote a stunning poem that will go down in history. A Liang once revealed the secret, saying that the birth of these eternal famous poems was not all the result of skilled hands and accidental work.
The beautiful night tour below is so enviable.”
The young man was gloomy and felt like he was listening to a book from heaven.
On the other side of the Jianqi Great Wall, the old deaf boy would occasionally go to the city wall, but he would pretend to be deaf and mute and say nothing. At most, he would exchange a few words when he met A Liang.
In fact, just by looking at the partridge sky inscription and the conversation between the old deaf boy and Chen Ping'an, one can tell that this great Ascension Realm demon has a lot of knowledge.
A short white-haired boy, carrying a jade-white skeleton on his back, was running as fast as flying on the other side of the stream.
The bones of the feet dragged on the ground and made a crackling sound.
It is clearly the remains of an immortal with golden branches and jade leaves. I don’t know where it was dug out.
The executioner, whose body was covered by clouds and mist, turned to look at the demon that had transformed into an alien creature.
The white-haired boy immediately stopped, looked at each other across the stream, and said with a smile: "I just want to send a meeting gift to two distinguished sons of heaven to express my congratulations. I will give you one today, and I will make up for it tomorrow.
"
The old deaf boy chuckled.
The swordsman also said nothing.
The white-haired boy said solemnly: "I swear as the grandson of Yin Guan and the grandfather of the old deaf boy! If I just go and have a peek into their hearts, if I make any sneaky move, I will be struck by five thunders from the sky."
He said aggrievedly: "Just a few glances, really just a few glances. It's been too long since I've seen the scene of the wild world and the Sword Qi Great Wall."
This demon who transformed from the outside turned to look at the two young men, "My surname is Wu, and my mouth is Wu. I am a big talker. I am famous for chattering endlessly and trivial words. I am a senior who has no airs.
Just call me by my full name."
Neither the old deaf boy nor the criminal officer will underestimate this demon who has transformed from the outside.
A very annoying neighbor indeed.
The white-haired boy was still entangled, and the sword flashed.
The white-haired boy lost the bones and ran away. Every time he condensed into a human form, he was shattered by the sword light that followed him. After dozens of times and ten miles away from the hut, the sword light stopped following him.
The white-haired boy hovered in the wind, filled with sadness.
Because a ray of sword light was hanging not far away.
This is the flying sword technique of the executioner. As long as the sword immortal is willing, the sword light can chase and kill the alien demon for several years.
The white-haired boy raised his hands and said, "Little darling, go home. I don't want to bother you. I'll go find Mr. Yin Guan."
He left as soon as he said so.
In a flash, we arrived at the prison steps.
Jian Guang did not follow.
Er green snake, the "child" wearing a short sword walked slowly, unable to enter the state of mind of the two young men, which was a great regret.
He observes other people's memories, just like looking at calligraphy and painting albums. The vaguely remembered pictures are white drawings. The shallower the person's memory, the fuzzy the pictures, while the people and events that are deeply remembered are colored drawings, which are like real objects in the real world, even the smallest details.
Bi Xian. The method of transforming demons from outside does not stop there. There is also the method of holding a pen. The higher the level of a monk, the greater the magical power of transforming demons from outside. He can even tamper with and smear the paintings treasured in others' hearts at will.
It can make people forget something or suddenly remember something.
The reason why the Lord of Baidi City is a member of the Demonic Way and is greatly feared by the mountain monks all over the world is because he is proficient in this way.
However, there are still many "unreasonable" methods used by that city lord. This alien demon is also fascinated and wants to go to the Middle-earth Divine Continent to visit the city lord and learn about Taoism.
It's just that I'm trapped in a prison here, and I can't escape from it.
Go have some fun.
Anyway, Chen Qing had already promised himself that as long as he didn't attack the young man directly and borrowed something from someone else, plus the previous temptation, it would only be three times and he would have two more chances.
The white-haired boy chose two, the fox charm with mediocre charm skills, and a demon monk from the lower fifth realm who was bound to die.
Mr. Yin Guan is a man after all. Judging from his attire, he is also a scholar.
Of all the great desires in life, lust is the most lingering, and men and women are alike. Everyone has all kinds of attachments, and morality is the most shackles. They are no different from gods, immortals, and ordinary people.
That fox girl came from a fox den in the wild world. Unfortunately, she only had seven tails and her moral skills were shallow.
The white-haired boy came to the cage where the fox demon was imprisoned. Before the other party noticed anything strange, he had already gone to her inner lake and "flipped through the book" to browse the pictures.
After a moment, he swaggered out of the fox spirit's body, but he just used a blind trick and shook his head. It was terrible and too clumsy. No wonder the young man was unmoved.
The fox charm was still unaware.
The white-haired boy said to himself: "Next time you see that Chen Pingan, you should return to your true self, with a plain face and neat clothes."
"I'll help you make up a sad and sincere story. For example, you came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to meet a certain lover."
"Then I will give you an extra magical power, use the method of enchanting corpses, practice the art of color refining, and then help you secretly build a romantic tent, so that you have a slight chance of winning. The blame is that the boy is too determined and his mood is too weird."
Regardless of the material of Yanshi's natal item, or the final refined form, whether it is a red gauze tent, a Babu bed, or an embroidered handkerchief, it is always called the Fengliu Tent, and is also known as the Wenwen Township.
This alien demon randomly took over the heart of a seven-tailed fox demon, started to draw, and suddenly laughed.
As a cultivator, my fate is up to me?
Do you think too highly of yourself?
After fighting with a Yuanying monk who was not a sword cultivator, Chen Pingan, covered in blood, lay on the ground, gasping for air.
Nuxin threw him a porcelain vase, and then she got busy on the side and said: "Haste makes waste, it is right to start with the golden elixir first."
Chen Ping'an said: "I have to find a place to stay here, the kind where I can meditate and cultivate."
Nian Xin said: "Then we have to find the demon that transforms from the outside. He is good at turning the imaginary into reality."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Since I can't hide, I won't hide."
Nuxin continued to clean up the mess and said: "We will start work soon. Let me tell you a little bit about sewing skills, so that you can be mentally prepared so as not to act hastily and suffer unnecessary hardships."
Chen Pingan immediately sat up.
Nuxin said: "The task at hand is to carve the eyes first. But it doesn't sound very pleasant, so let me tell you something lighter first."
Chen Pingan smiled bitterly and could only nod.
Nian Xin slowly said: "According to the rules of the sewing people, the world of the human body is divided into three meridians: mountain, water and qi. The muscles and bones are the mountains, the blood is the water meridian, and the spiritual energy integrated into the soul is the qi meridians."
Chen Ping'an said in a deep voice: "Senior Nian Xin, please explain it in detail. The more trivial and detailed the better."
You can support each other with what your predecessor Li Er said, which will be of great benefit to martial arts.
The details of the human body and the numerous passes are like a vast geographical map.
Nian Xin recounted the details with a lot of words. Then he raised his hand and spread his palm. The skin grew very fast, and soon it became like a normal person. "For example, the five fingers are mountains, and the lines on the palm are water, winding and crisscrossing.
This is the pattern of mountains and rivers blending together. If you just look at the palm lines, you can think that the world is in one palm. Following its veins, the internal organs are clearly visible. Otherwise, how can a Taoist have the magical power to view mountains and rivers?
Coming?"
Before Chen Ping'an could ask in detail about the secret of the magical power that controls mountains and rivers, which was a magical skill that he had been thinking about for a long time, Nian Xin changed the topic. She had already raised her palms and spread her fingers, "You can sew clothes for the Five Sacred Mountains."
Shape diagrams can also be used to draw Five Thunder Zhengfa cloud seals, and can also be used to paste yellow edicts and refine the Five Elements. You can also write Shen Gao Qing Ci. With only five fingers, I am good at six types. According to legend, we
The founder of the sewing industry, he was extremely talented and had no successor. He used the method of stacking formations to melt several secret techniques into one furnace. He could turn his hands to form clouds and turn his hands to form rain. His magical powers were not inferior to those of the ancient Feng Boyu masters. Once upon a time,
Yu Feng goes to Longhu Mountain and uses the Five Thunder Method to make the sky darken and the earth darken with just one palm."
Chen Ping'an said tentatively: "I once saw an allusion in a literary manuscript, saying that someone had hundreds of lines of poetry by a great poet tattooed on his body. Is it a hidden sewing skill?"
Nuxin was silent for a moment and said, "My brain is sick."
Chen Ping'an could only nod in agreement: "Indeed. That's what I felt at the time."
Nie Xin continued to elaborate on the various secret techniques of sewing people.
Chen Ping'an took out the sword-raising gourd but did not drink any alcohol.
Nuxin asked casually: "Why do men like to drink so much? Especially for those who are religious, drinking is such a waste."
"In the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it is not as good as ours in the world. Even if you break through, you may not be able to live long. There are a few earthly immortal sword cultivators who will squat on the roadside, drinking wine and eating pickles."
There will never be such a scene again in heaven and earth.
Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, thought of her in his heart, and smiled: "A woman is just wine, there is no need to drink it."
Chen Ping'an fell back and forgot who said it. When a boy likes a girl, he drinks glutinous rice wine. The taste of the wine is not strong, but it can be intoxicating when he drinks it for the first time. When he grows up, when a man likes a girl, he drinks soju.
If you are not careful, you will burn your liver and intestines. As he got older, he missed his woman. It was winter, so he warmed a pot of rice wine.
Nian Xin turned around and looked around, jokingly saying: "Don't say such words to women in the future."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Then I will change it later."
Except for Ning Yao, no one has anything to say.
Chen Ping'an closed his eyes, knowing that he was in a hurry about sewing clothes in prison, but he would eventually want to leave as soon as possible.
At this moment, the transformed demon was looking at a demon monk from the lower fifth realm.
As for the Great Wall of Sword Qi, a battle is about to begin.
The bright sun shines on the city.
The old Taoist gently patted the sea of clouds under his seat, which looked like the largest futon in the world, with one hand, and waved to the hanging sun with the other hand, "I am a poor Taoist who has not yet filled up his merits, but his pocket is also shy. I am really a poor Taoist, so I have no choice but to borrow some light."
The vast sea of clouds first dispersed and then condensed into golden gods. The old Taoist waved his sleeves and landed on the battlefield.
Above the line, the huge demon clan showed its true form and collided with the golden god.
The monk in cassock shook his shoulders and shook off the lion worms that were refined into Buddhist scriptures.
The Confucian saint is sitting upright and the sun is just right, which is suitable for drying books.
The title of the book has a natal character, and the original meaning is also centered around that natal character.
There are countless siege monster clans in the wild world.
On this day, Chen Pingan was sitting cross-legged outside a cage.
Nian Xin put his hands behind his back and stared into Chen Ping'an's eyes.
Her Yin God is carefully carving out one of the young man's eyes with an embroidery needle.
It had lasted for a cup of tea, so tiny blood beads condensed and flowed out of the eyes.
Nuxin observed the young man's state of mind and said casually: "If you can't survive this level, I advise you to give up sewing later. Don't close your eyes. If you move your eyes even the slightest, all your efforts will be in vain. You will have to weigh the consequences yourself."
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As long as you can survive it, sewing people have their own mysterious ways to recover from their injuries.
After a while, Tuxin was a little surprised and said: "Yes, it seems that two things can be done at the same time. The eyeballs are painted with the thickest yellow and green, and the needle is slowly drawn out. The seal carving is mainly Yunzhuan, and the inscription is the shallowest.
But then your back will not be so easy. The main method of cutting is to use the punching method. Nine stacks of seals, bird and insect seals and hanging dew seals must be engraved on the joints of your spine.
These are all techniques of stripping clothes, and more importantly, the techniques of dressing. It's too early. If you think you can't handle it today, or think you can wait a little longer, speak up now and make it clear to me."
Chen Pingan remained silent.
Nuxin came behind Chen Ping'an, made a knife with both hands, and cut the green shirt and skin apart. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, moving very slowly, and pulled out a little of the entire spine.
The woman bent her fingers, tapped lightly, listened attentively, and said regretfully: "You misunderstood me, there are so many hidden dangers from small injuries? Why don't they show up at all?"
Twisting the spine, he casually put the spine back into its original position. His tone seemed to be complaining, "Don't apply the medicine yet. Get used to the pain as soon as possible. Can't you bear it? Just bear with it."
Chen Ping'an just couldn't speak, and he had to keep his state of mind as dry as ashes and his soul in a "stagnant state", otherwise he would like to tear off this bitch's head.
In the prison, a building with a round sky and a square square appeared out of thin air a few days ago, with no cover except for four pillars.
It is small and similar to the pavilions that can be seen everywhere on the road in the world, but it is not exactly the same.
Chen Pingan walked slowly barefoot.
Being in it, you have a broad view, although you can't actually see much.
The white-haired boy of Erqing Snake hung outside the building and asked, "What's going on with you?"
Chen Pingan kept walking and asked: "What do you mean?"
The white-haired boy said angrily: "How can any cultivator have such a fragile state of mind, like a battlefield?! This makes me run into obstacles everywhere..."
Chen Pingan slowly punched and said with a smile: "In the bright, there are kings' laws, and in the dark, there are ghosts and gods. Even the bright is muddy, but conscience is still in the heart. The sky and the earth are bright, the sun and the moon are bright, why is it strange?"
Nuxin stood on the steps in the distance and reminded: "Start work."