The bamboo forest is like a curtain, and there are a few thatched houses.

On both sides of the confrontation, at the door of a thatched hut, is the eldest disciple of the female martial god of the Daduan Dynasty, Ma Huangxian.

The visiting man, with a slender figure, a green shirt and long coat, and cloth shoes on his feet, stood in the bamboo forest.

From the two thatched huts elsewhere, two women walked out respectively, their faces were young, but their real age was not small, they were the two junior sisters of Ma Yuxian, one was born in the top lord of the big end of the cloud building Dou clan, and the other was born in Shan Zeye Xiu, halfway to pure martial arts, joined the army, and finally in a tragic war, was the national teacher Pei Cup, who presided over the battle, to learn martial arts qualifications, accepted as disciples, and the martial arts realm improved very quickly, like a bamboo.

Dou Fanxia, whose head was tied to a snake bun, leaned against a green bamboo, her attitude was lazy, and the woman's body was plump.

Before she stopped, she bent down and picked up a few stones and a few bamboo leaves from the ground, and now she leaned on a green bamboo, raised her toes, and gently poked the ground.

Liao Qingwei, the junior sister not far away, because she had been involved in cultivation and entered the realm of Dongfu early, so even if she was half a hundred years old, she still had the appearance of a girl, her waist was extremely thin, and she wore a long knife.

These three fellow disciples, as the elder brother, Ma Huangxian, are in a perfect state at the top of the mountain.

Dou Fanxia and Liao Qingwei are both pure martial artists who are bottlenecks in the Far Journey Realm.

The three pure martial artists all have the hope of being among the Ten Realms.

Therefore, in the eyes of the outside world, if there are five martial artists of the Ten Realms at the same time in the future, the prosperity of the martial arts of the Daduan Dynasty at that time can be said to be unprecedented and unprecedented.

The breeze passed through the bamboo forest, and the green shirt in the distance, the sideburns and hair swayed slightly, the sleeves shook slightly, and the clouds rippled.

In a trance, this person seems to be in the secluded realm of the unity of heaven and man.

This scene of Qingling is really eye-catching, and Dou Fanxia is full of light, a young hidden official who has heard of his name for a long time, no wonder when he was a teenager, he was able to fight three times in a row with his little junior brother in the city.

Liao Qingwei had a frosty face, he didn't have a good impression of this person, and he couldn't beat his junior brother, so he took advantage of Cao Ci's participation in the Confucian Temple to find trouble with his senior brother?

Ma Xianxian smiled and asked, "Chen Ping'an, are you looking for the wrong person?" When did Ma become so famous? If you just want to ask about boxing and martial arts, and don't there be other seniors elsewhere? It seems that it will not be my turn. ”

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "I didn't look for the wrong person, I just looked for you." Unless you're not a horse fairy. ”

Around the temple, the great master standing on the top of the martial arts mountain, the bright and dark places are added together, and there are about the number of hands.

Zhang Tiaoxia of Middle Earth, Song Changjing of Aquarius, Wang of Luzhou in Beiju, Wu Zhen of Tongyezhou, Pei Axiang of Caizhou...... They are all martial artists of the Ten Realms of the High Continent.

Although Ma Yuxian has always been arrogant, he is not above the top, and feels that he is now comparable to these predecessors.

The eleventh hidden official in front of him occupied a place with the dual identity of the Nine Realms Martial Artist and Yuanying Sword Cultivator.

It's just that Ma Yixian learned from the master and the junior brother that Chen Ping'an had actually entered the Ten Realms on the Tongye Continent side.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an came to visit today, and he had to ask himself about the fist to see the posture, which is equivalent to asking the nine realms with ten realms, which is absolutely unreasonable, and it is not glorious to win.

Of course, Chen Ping'an really insisted on asking boxing, and Ma Yuxian didn't mind taking the boxing.

Ma Yuxian is a Daduan martial artist, and he is also a battlefield general who has risen to the rank of soldier, and now he also leads an elite border army of up to 200,000 people.

So Ma Yuxian didn't bother to think about it, and asked with a smile: "What's the question?"

"You have two choices, if you lose the punch, apologize and admit your mistake first, and then return the object. ”

Chen Ping'an said: "If you don't lose boxing, then you will fall into the realm, there is no hope in this life, and I will ask Pei Cup for boxing in the future and get that thing back." ”

Ma Xianxian was confused when he heard this, what did this have to do with him? What did he apologize to, who did he confess his mistake with, and what did he return? He and Chen Ping'an had no intersection at all.

Dou Fanxia smiled, clenched the stone in her hand, raised the back of her hand, and pressed it against her lips, feeling that this young hidden official was a little cute.

Liao Qingwei said coldly: "Chen Ping'an, this is not a place where you can go wild casually!"

Chen Ping turned a deaf ear, but just stretched out a palm towards Ma Yuxian, signaling that the other party could punch first.

The grievances are clear, and when I visited today, I only asked Ma Huangxian about boxing, and I wanted to use the truth that Ma Huangxian was good at, and in the martial arts fists and feet, he would treat his body in the way of others.

It naturally has nothing to do with the Daduan Dynasty, with the two masters and apprentices of Pei Cup and Cao Ci, and with the two female martial artists of Dou and Liao. But if someone must be involved, Chen Ping'an will be reasonable.

Liao Qingwei suddenly turned his head to look at one place, his face was full of displeasure, and there were even monks on the mountain who dared to look at the mountains and rivers from afar.

At the same time, Dou Fanxia smiled and raised her hand, a bamboo leaf at her fingertips, and disappeared in a flash, the bamboo leaf was like a pocket flying sword, pulling up a straight line, and the verdant bamboo leaf finally hovered somewhere, as if a sword cultivator asked a sword.

In the mansion, the immortal shook his head and smiled bitterly, he was a royal worshipper of the Daduan Dynasty, and he had to protect several disciples of the national teacher Pei Cup. The three martial arts masters on the other side of the bamboo forest hut may not be very clear about the roots of the Quan side at the moment, but the Daduan Immortal has seen the beginning and end of the turmoil in Mandarin Duck Zhu, and knows the power of the blue-shirted sword immortal.

And the reason why the immortal smiled bitterly was that the green-shirted sword immortal was in the bamboo forest, and his bearing was really familiar, and it was actually similar to the cloud water body of the immortal Yun Qi of the Nine True Immortal Pavilion.

However, in fact, although the three of Ma Huangxian and Chen Ping'an were meeting for the first time, they were not ignorant of this last hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Ping'an, who was a teenager, met Cao Ci who practiced boxing there on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and had three battles and three defeats. Moreover, Chen Ping'an's later received the great disciple of the mountain, a young woman named Pei Qian, during his solo trip to the Middle Earth Divine Continent, he once went to the Daduan Dynasty and found Cao Ci, self-signed up, asked about the boxing four games, and there was no suspense about the outcome of the victory, but Pei Bei admired this foreign woman martial artist with the same surname.

Dou Fanxia smiled charmingly and asked: "Chen Gongzi, can I discuss with you, before you fight with Ma Yuxian for life and death, let me ask you a move and a half, which is not a serious question." ”

Ma Yuxian reprimanded: "Senior Sister Dou, don't mess around!"

Dou Fanxia had already moved a few steps sideways, and the three stones in her hand were thrown out quickly, and several bamboo leaves were as fast as flying swords, heading straight for the green shirt.

She stretched out her hand and pressed on the green bamboo beside her, and the bamboo leaves made a loud sound, falling one after another, and a large cloud of emerald green bamboo leaves gathered in the air, condensing into a large cloud of verdant color, as if hundreds of flying swords had been sacrificed.

Chen Ping'an waved his sleeve with his left hand, scattered the stones and bamboo leaves that rushed to his face, and then raised his right hand, put his fingers together, and lightly pointed at the center of Dou Fanxia's eyebrows, as if there was a sword aura condensed into a mustard seed, gently against her eyebrows, such as visitors only standing at the door, but not knocking, Dou Fanxia's entire fair face was slightly rippling, and the snake bun on her head was quietly loosened.

She didn't dare to make any moves, and the bamboo leaves that had lost the martial artist's divine will and the support of pure true qi suddenly scattered, and many fell on her hair bun and shoulders, she stomped her feet, revealing the girl's shy appearance, and complained: "Sure enough, the two realms are low, and there is no fight at all." ”

Dou Fanxia clapped her palms, and where the stones and bamboo leaves that were broken by Chen Ping'an's sleeve disappeared, a grain of golden light was scattered by her.

Chen Ping'an knew in his heart that this Dou Fanxia was a knife catcher who deliberately revealed his identity, and this pulse martial arts was pure martial arts in itself, but he was able to naturally defeat martial artists through secret methods. When a martial artist in the same realm meets her, it is like a qi practitioner encountering a sword cultivator, which is extremely difficult and has a very small chance of winning. It's just that the sword catcher is a martial artist, and it seems that he has only heard that there are many in the Qingyin world, but there are few traces in the Haoran world.

It's a pity that even the student Cui Dongshan doesn't know much about this knife catching technique, so Chen Ping'an has learned a little bit of fur, and he can only use it to scare and scare people, and when he encounters a battle on the line of life and death, he has absolutely no chance to use it.

Dou Fanxia smiled, still looking at the calm and relaxed green-shirted guest, and secretly gathered his voice into a line, and reminded Ma Yuxian: "Senior brother, I guessed it, Chen Ping'an is not only a sword cultivator, but also a hidden knife catcher, which can be regarded as my peer." In the next questioning boxing, the senior brother must be careful, no matter how careful he is, he can't be too careful. ”

Ma Yuxian didn't appreciate it very much, just a boxing, life and death conceit, Dou Fanxia calculated the other party like this, and she lost even more, not only because her skills were not as good as others, so she replied to her junior sister: "Senior sister doesn't have to spend so much effort." ”

Dou Fanxia's expression was calm, as if she was in the young hidden official's eyebrows, but her words with her senior brother were angry, "When you look at the other party, you are not a good stubble, you are going to be asked by a martial artist of the Ten Realms, what do you want to be shameless, you are the most squeamish old man!

Chen Ping'an smiled.

roughly guessed Dou Fanxia's thoughts, but she didn't break it in person.

Ma Yuxian began to move forward slowly, and the other party came to the door, as a Nine Realms Perfection Martial Artist who was only half a step away from the top of the mountain, and the nominal disciple of the master, there was no reason not to lead the fist.

Pei Bei originally intended to accept only one disciple in his life, and that was Cao Ci.

is because of the end of the war a few years ago, His Majesty the emperor of the Daduan Dynasty asked Pei Cup to ask for it, saying that he was an old man who liked to watch the romance of the rivers and lakes the most, and asked for a request for his own rivers and lakes and Miss Pei, who was still very young.

Let the rivers and lakes after the Daduan Dynasty be more lively

, there are more masters, what four great masters, what ten masters, there must be.

Pei Bei agreed.

Therefore, now Pei Cup has four nominal descendants, the eldest disciple Ma Yixian, Dou Fanxia, Liao Qingwei, and the closed disciple Cao Ci.

Internally, except for Cao Ci, the three are actually just anonymous disciples of Pei Cup. Cao Ci is still the great disciple of the mountain, and he is also a disciple of the closed door.

Externally, because Cao Ci was the youngest, he became the junior brother of Ma Xixian and the three of them.

Cao Ci didn't care about this matter, but the three senior brothers and sisters, including Ma Yuxian, all knew that only when they were among the Ten Realms could they have a chance to be truly regarded as a descendant by the master.

Chen Ping'an always stood in place, just gently rolling up his two sleeves.

Ma Xian's step sank slightly, the ground under his feet was muddy, there was a slight collapse, and his body instantly left the place, Ma Xian's fist was surging and pouring, and the large bamboo forest around where the green shirt was located fell backwards at the same time, and thousands of bamboo poles bent out of a huge arc.

Chen Ping'an didn't move at all, pressed the palm of one hand against the opponent's elbow, slid a few steps back, handed it out with one hand, tilted upward, supported Ma Pingxian's chin, and suddenly exerted force.

Ma Xian suddenly turned his head, dodging Chen Ping'an's seemingly frivolous, but in fact extremely fierce casual mention, bent his knees and twisted his waist and shoulders, his body sank, his body rotated, and one leg swept, and then he didn't see the green shirt, only a large piece of green bamboo was stopped and broken, Ma Xian stood in the open space, and the green shirt in the distance fell on the top of a broken bamboo, clenched his fist with one hand, and took it with the other, and said with a smile: "Like to make a fist?" It's just that you're old, and it's not a high realm, so you don't need to be so polite." ”

Dou Fanxia squinted her eyes, and replaced herself, just a young hidden official, she would definitely not be able to dodge, she was hit by a solid shot, it is estimated that she has already asked the end of the fist, and then obediently recuperated for a month.

Ma Yuxian was silent, took a deep breath, pulled out a fist fight, with a bow full of moon-like divine meaning, with this Nine Realms martial artist as the center, the surrounding bamboo forest made a bowing shape, instantly bent down the pole body, and the sound of shattering was endless for a while.

It turned out to be a fist method that absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and then refines it into a breath of pure true qi? How is such a martial artist different from a refiner? Wouldn't it be the same as naturally sitting in a lawless place to fight against a qi practitioner?

Ma Xian disappeared in a flash, and Dou Fanxia and Liao Qingwei couldn't catch the traces of the senior brother.

I only heard the sound of the two sides as if they were fighting each other, like a string of spring thunder exploding in the bamboo forest, and the next moment, it was Ma Yuxian's turn to stand in the green shirt, the arm that punched trembled slightly, and blood seeped out of the sleeve.

The vision of the two female martial artists was farther away, and the man stood on a green bamboo pole that seemed to be on the ground, with his hands behind his back, condescending, still only having Ma Huangxian in his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Do you want to let the fist, really when I am a friend from afar?"

Liao Qingwei said in a deep voice: "Ask boxing, ask boxing, humiliate others with words, you are also worthy of being a grandmaster?!"

Chen Ping'an nodded, "Makes sense, it sounds like that." ”

There is an old man in Aquarius, with a sword and a bamboo yellow scabbard, every time the old man walks the rivers and lakes, he will turn over the old yellow calendar before going out.

As a result, the old man was once at home, and a martial artist from other continents came to buy a scabbard, and if he didn't sell it, he would die, and he had to take the two lives of his grandchildren and daughter-in-law.

From that day on, there was no longer any rivers and lakes in the old man's heart, and he began to serve the old man, and he couldn't turn over the old yellow calendar.

Why, I, Chen Ping'an, just chatted with you for a few words today, and I feel that I am not worthy of being a martial artist?

Ma Yuxian thought that this young hidden official was from the Aquarius Continent clan, and suddenly remembered something, and asked tentatively: "What is the relationship between you and an old guy surnamed Song in the Combing Water Country?"

Finally remembered.

Chen Ping'an narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "What is the relationship? The relationship between seniors and juniors." Senior Song taught me a swordsmanship. ”

A sword goes, and a thousand armies are easy.

It is connected with the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Great Road.

Chen Ping'an took a step sideways, stepped down the bamboo pole, touched the ground with his feet, and the green bamboo beside him instantly straightened, and the bamboo leaves swayed violently.

Chen Ping'an asked, "Have you forgotten the old man's name?"

Ma Yuxian sneered, "I see. Yes, I can't remember the name of the old guy. ”

Remember the old martial artist in the Zhuangzi, is it the Six Realms, or the Seven Realms martial artists?

For the small country of Aquarius, it is probably the great master of the leader of the rivers and lakes of a country? Ma Yuxian only vaguely remembered that the other party did not know what to do at first, his realm was low, and his courage was not small, and he resolutely did not sell the scabbard, and a pair of young men and women in Zhuangzi seemed to be the juniors of the old man, and they did not want to risk their lives, and in the end, the old man probably felt that it was not worth it to make a family ruin in order to make the scabbard a sword, so he obediently handed over the scabbard.

Chen Ping'an was slightly distracted and frowned slightly.

Because the strange riverside discussion seems to be over. All the Great Cultivators of the Fourteen Realms have returned to the banks of the long river of time.

Ma Yuxian seized this fleeting opportunity, came to Chen Ping'an in an instant, and quietly handed over the most complete punch of Shengping's fist.

Chen Ping'an stretched out a hand, grabbed Ma Huangxian's punch, and after gently pushing it away, he took the initiative to punch for the first time, which was the god-man drum style.

A punch settled, and the burly figure of Ma Huangxian retreated more than ten zhang straight, above the line, smashed countless green bamboos, and the fists were connected, and Ma Huangxian retreated again and again, without the power to parry.

Dou Fanxia's face was slightly pale, could it be that the senior brother really wanted to be beaten by this person?

The fall of the martial artist is a rare thing, and the sequelae are even more terrible than the fall of the qi practitioner on the mountain.

Liao Qingwei subconsciously wanted to take a step forward and interrupt the continuous punch intent of that punch, but she still suppressed the idea of punching, and watched her senior brother being punched by that green shirt.

Wufu has the rules of asking boxing, and it is even greater than victory or defeat, life and death.

Dou Fanxia didn't really believe in one thing until this moment.

Chen Ping'an, now he may really be qualified to ask Cao Ci about the victory or defeat.

Senior brother Ma Qixian once said that there are countless martial artists in the world, but only junior brother Cao Ci, before entering the Ten Realms, can completely crush the opponent when competing in the same realm of any realm, and if you want to win with a few punches, you only need a few punches.

When that little junior brother Cao Ci entered the Ten Realms and dealt with any Nine Realms martial artist in the world, no matter what his qualifications were, as long as he wanted to distinguish the winner from the loser, it was just a matter of one punch, and there was absolutely no need to hand out a second punch.

Back then, the young woman came to Daduan to ask boxing, and Cao Ci's attitude towards her was actually more like treating Yu Lifu at the Jinjiazhou battlefield site in his early years.

However, Pei Qian did behave surprisingly, in those few boxing battles, although Cao Ci said that it was a bit similar to the handicap chess, and deliberately pressed the situation, but Cao Ci was extremely serious from beginning to end, every time he punched, especially during the third boxing game, Cao Ci accidentally took two punches from the other party.

So much so that after the questioning boxing, Pei Qian, who lost the boxing, had fainted to death, but he still leaned his back against the wall and did not let himself fall to the ground.

It's like saying, I didn't lose my punch.

And Cao Ci had to sit on the wall of Daduan Capital afterwards, holding his cheeks with one hand and rubbing his forehead with the other, scattering bruises first.

The bamboo forest was knocked out of a three-mile-long road by Ma Huangxian, and there were bamboo poles all over the ground that were broken by the fist on both sides of the way, and finally this martial artist with broken mountains and rivers in the small world of the human body, the martial artist of the Nine Realms at the previous moment, and the martial artist of the Eight Realms at this moment, with his back against a green bamboo, his face was full of blood, and he could only stare wide-eyed, his arms drooped down, and his feet tried his best to support it, trying to let his body lean against the bamboo, but he still couldn't stop the trend of slowly sliding.

As soon as he was dressed in a green shirt, he bent over, stretched out a hand, pressed Ma Yuxian's forehead, helped him stand reluctantly, bowed his head and said: "Remember, that senior, surnamed Song Mingyuyao, is the Sword Saint of the Combing Water Country." ”

Chen Ping'an let go of his hand, and Ma Pingxian's pure true qi completely dispersed, slid to the ground, leaning on the green bamboo, and after being seriously injured, he drooped his head, as if he was asleep.

After receiving nearly twenty punches and drums, it is not strange to fall, but it is strange not to fall.

As for how many punches Ma Yuxian took from him, Chen Ping'an didn't remember it, what to do with this.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at the two female martial artists on the other side of the hut.

Dou Fanxia was in a heavy mood, her expression was solemn, and she had no charm at all.

She glanced at the green shirt, the latter nodded slightly, and then tiptoed a little, went to the top of the bamboo sea, stepped on a bamboo branch, and looked into the distance, as if the fist was over, and he was about to leave in the wind.

Dou Fanxia swept away, squatted down, and reached out to support Ma Xianxian's shoulder, her face was full of sadness for a while, and her senior brother really fell into the realm.

Liao Qingwei stopped at the door of the hut, took a step forward, suddenly clenched his fists, and said sharply: "Chen Ping'an, in thirty years, wait for me to ask for boxing!"

Chen Ping'an turned his head and glanced at her, "Whatever you want." ”

The next moment, a green shirt disappeared out of thin air on the top of the bamboo sea.

At the same time, Chen Ping'an, who was in the Parrot Island house, also disappeared.

The two Chen Ping'an, who had been wandering outside the Temple of Literature and causing trouble everywhere, were able to return to the riverside, and the three became one.

This riverside meeting is the biggest weird thing.

Earlier, he followed those monks of the Fourteen Realms, including Wu Shuang's Descent, to climb a Tuoyue Mountain that seemed to be close to the truth, and when Chen Ping'an climbed to the top with one foot, Chen Ping'an found himself back to the river with the next kick.

Chen Ping'an only vaguely found that there were some subtle changes in the long river of time, and he couldn't even remember, and he couldn't guess what he did or said between his feet before and after.

Chen Ping'an always felt that things were not so simple.

When he returned to the river, he only saw Lisheng and Bai Ze.

Sir, Yasheng, like the other Fourteen Realm monks, disappeared without a trace.

She was nowhere to be found.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to squat at the water's edge, continue to stare at the long river of time, learn from Li Huai, and don't think much about the things he doesn't understand.

It was only on Parrot Island that I learned that Liu Chicheng, the rich man of the land, had spent a full 1,500 Gu Yu money to buy a hundred pieces of emerald glazed tiles from the Fire Dragon Zhenren.

is such a "top business", not to mention going to his own Luoluo Mountain as an accountant, that is, to learn from the big sword immortal, and show the door to his own God of Wealth Wei Wenlong, you Liu Chicheng are not qualified.

borrowed money from someone on the side of Parrot Island Baozhai again, but after meeting Yu Panshui and Yuan Guan, he owed debts again.

So Chen Ping'an looked at the mysterious and mysterious river of time, and he really didn't think much about it, he felt that he was staring at a long river of fairy money.

I couldn't help but turn my head to look at Lisheng.

Lisheng smiled: "I care about the money bags left and right, it's really better to change you." ”

Chen Ping'an knew that he had the idea of fighting for a long time, and he would definitely be out of play.

I turned to ask about the knowledge of the broken word order, and Lisheng only replied, When you leave here, Xiping will allow you to look through the secret files of the Confucian Temple.

Chen Ping'an stood up and thanked him.

Li Sheng smiled: "On the side of the night sailing ship, there is often a sword light, I hope you won't make people feel like they have waited for a long time, because you may need to meet someone when you turn back before you can return to the night sailing ship." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded, puzzled.

Who to meet?

It can't be the Holy Teacher, right?

Chen Ping'an didn't dare to ask anything.

Bai Ze left Lisheng and walked to Chen Ping'an's side alone, the two sides with a huge age difference were at the water's edge, sitting and squatting, chatting about some of the customs of Aquarius. Bai Ze went out that year, with the fox charm who looked like a woman in palace clothes, and traveled the world together, and met Chen Ping'an on the border line of Dali, the encounter on the snowy night plank road, of course, was intentional by Bai Ze.

Regarding Chen Ping'an's situation of carrying the true name of the Great Demon, Mr. Bai Ze said with a smile, when Lord Yinguan enters the immortal realm, the situation will be much better.

Listening to Mr. Bai Ze call himself a hidden official, Chen Ping'an was inevitably awkward.

If he returns to the Great Wall of Sword Qi one day in the future, and then travels south to experience the wild world, it doesn't matter who Chen Ping'an meets, he just hopes that he won't meet the person next to him.

But as long as you go to the wild world where there are only two bright moons left, it seems that it will be difficult not to meet Mr. Bai Ze.

"Chen Ping'an, you don't have to think too much, just do your part. ”

Bai Ze smiled and said: "No matter how others are, as a scholar, you must have a truth in your heart, it is advisable to do virtuous things, and some people are books, so on the road of cultivation, you may not be able to profit from this, but at least you can walk step by step with peace of mind." ”

A tall woman dressed in white, she was the first to appear beside Chen Ping'an, sitting cross-legged with her sword on her knees.

followed by Lao Xiucai, Yasheng, and then Yu Dou, Lu Shen, the monk Shenqing, the female crown, the man who slayed the dragon, the old master, Wu Shuangchuan, and the rest of Chen Ping'an's unknown identity, all reappeared on the riverside one by one.

It seems that everyone has traveled far away and is unscathed, as if all the great monks of the Fourteen Realms are in a big dream, and when they first wake up, they will blur after thinking about that dream after a little thought.

Everyone is like watching the moon on the shore, any thought is a pebble, and the idea is to throw stones into the water, and the ripples in the water will only make the moon in the water more and more blurred.

Therefore, all the great monks who really stood on the top of the mountain fell into deep thought, and no one spoke.

Maybe except for the second palm of Bai Yujing, who was a hanger, Lu Shen seemed to hesitate to catch up with Chen Ping'an, and asked, how is the handwriting now.

The woman in white sitting next to Chen Ping'an was the first to speak, and said with a smile: "A few years ago, outside that day, when I had nothing to do, I opened up an ancient battlefield site to open up a place to practice swords, and the master can fly to it in the future, practice there, go if you want, go back if you want, and go back if you want to, the Temple of Literature will not stop you, right, Lisheng?"

Lisheng smiled and nodded, "Senior has the final say." ”

Chen Ping'an was terrified when he heard it.

Sure enough, Lisheng shifted his gaze slightly, looked at the young man with the sword on his back, and added, "Right, Chen Ping'an?"

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "What Mr. Lisheng said is okay." ”

Lu Shen raised a palm and supported the crooked lotus crown on his head, then stroked his palm and smiled, exclaiming: "My hometown, the state of etiquette. ”

The old viewer of the East China Sea smiled: "I haven't seen you for a few years, but my skills are good." ”

The old monk clasped his hands together, Amitabha Buddha said, nodded and said, "Huigen, Huigen." ”

Chen Ping'an was quite helpless, you are all in the Fourteen Realms, and you all say it.

The riverside atmosphere is a little more relaxed.

Lisheng suddenly shook with everyone, got up again, and said with a smile: "The discussion is over, go back to your own house." ”

No one opened their mouths to ask anything, but in the dark, they all seemed to have guessed something, although the patriarch of the three sects did not show up in this discussion, he was definitely watching everyone behind the scenes.

After "each goes back to his own home", there will most likely be a clear result, waiting for everyone.

Lisheng opened the ban, Bai Ze stood up, and disappeared from the river first.

Lao Xiucai trotted all the way, replaced Bai Ze, sat next to Chen Ping'an, stretched out his hand to touch it, and said disappointedly: "This old Mr. Bai Ze, how can he be an elder, and he didn't pull a golden lump on the ground." ”

Lu Shen stood on tiptoe, waved his hand from afar, and said, "Chen Ping'an, see you back, wait for you." ”

Chen Ping's placement fell on deaf ears.

The old monk Shenqing seemed to have a sharp fight with Chen Ping'an, and said with a smile: "Dongshan meteorology, Beihai wind and flow, cultivate the wisdom ring, and the god will be the Medicine Buddha." ”

Although Chen Ping'an didn't understand anything, he still stood up, folded his hands, and respectfully returned the old monk.

Lu Shen smiled with relief, nodded to himself, and said, "Sure enough, it's better to kiss Xiaodao, and you don't need to pay attention to these false courtesies." ”

On the banks of the long river of time, in the end, one by one, the great monks of the Fourteen Realms, like comets rising from the earth, went to the sky, and disappeared in an instant.

Wu Shuangchuan will continue to travel the wild world, looking for trouble with the old deaf child of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Yu Dou glanced at the young man with a sword on his back in a green shirt, returned to the green world, and continued to sit in Bai Yujing.

The dragon slayer who is currently known as Chen Xunliu plans to find the artemisia that has occupied the magpie's nest for 3,000 years, and it is time to move the nest to the old master.

What is the Green Palace?

Nature is his place of cultivation.

If it weren't for his determination to slay the dragon back then, then there would not be only one White Emperor City in the vast world, and there would be a Blue Emperor City first.

Chen Ping'an sat back down.

She turned around, stretched out her hand, clenched her fist, and handed it to Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an didn't know what to do, stretched out his palm, but she suddenly held his hand, and said with a smile: "Since it seems to be just a blink of an eye, it has been twenty years, thinking about it this way, the covenant of Jiazi is nothing, I just take a nap in the place where I practice swords, and don't take other women to the outside world when the time comes." If you don't reach the Ascension Realm by then, say hello to the Rite Sage. ”

Chen Ping'an sighed and nodded slightly, which was considered to have agreed to her.

Lao Xiucai gasped, did not squint, sat with his waist straight like a clock, and said righteously: "The scenery on the other side is very beautiful." ”

She let go of her hand and stood up.

Chen Ping'an got up and said: "Why do you have to go to the outside of the world, you can visit the Haoran world, in the past ten thousand years, in fact, I have always been in my hometown, and I haven't moved around." ”

She blinked, "Stay in Haoran World, I'm afraid the vinegar will smell too much." ”

Chen Ping'an looked embarrassed and immediately shut up.

She looked at Chen Ping'an and saw herself in his eyes, and in her own eyes, there was only him.

She smiled, took a step back, and said softly, "Let's go." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded.

She turned into a rainbow and left, broke the canopy, and went straight to the sky.

The next moment, Chen Ping'an found himself on the top of a mountain.

The top of the Spike Mountain.

There was an old gentleman standing not far away, smiling and looking at himself.

Chen Ping'an couldn't afford it, and he didn't know what to say.

Lao Xiucai jumped to his feet and said: "How can this be done, how can it be done, the ceremony is too big, my closed disciple, no matter how young I am, no matter how diligent I am in my studies, no matter how good my cultivation is, and how outstanding I am in life, I still can't afford this great honor after all......"

Lisheng stood aside, and he couldn't see Lao Xiucai's virtue of being cheap and obedient, and said with a smile: "The ceremony is too big? ”

Lao Xiucai rubbed his hands and said: "If you don't hit people in the face, if you don't scold people, you don't understand the rules of etiquette, so it's not good." ”

If you are a gentleman, why don't you ask for what you can ask?

The old gentleman smiled and said, "Xiucai, you disciple, didn't say that you were so handsome." ”

Chen Ping'an straightened up, a little embarrassed.

Immediately, a flash of inspiration struck, and Chen Ping'an's heart was shocked.

Then the previous gathering of the great monks of the Fourteen Realms on the riverside, but in the end, they didn't even know what to discuss, so it made sense.

The old gentleman hummed, nodded and smiled: "Smart, but smarter than I imagined." That's right, if you don't get the hang of reading, what do you do when you read? ”

The old man smiled and said, "One person is good." ”

Chen Ping'an hesitated, waited for a moment, and had no choice but to answer: "Ten thousand people can be excited." ”

The old man continued, "More university questions?"

Chen Ping'an replied: "Yes." ”

The Holy Ancestor smiled and nodded, "Very good." ”