Walking among the barren hills and mounds infested by foxes and rabbits, the man with the sword suddenly stopped in front of a tombstone, walked to the tombstone in front of an inconspicuous small earthen bag, squatted down and stretched out his hand to pluck the vine grass that wrapped around the stele, revealing its original true face, the handwriting was blurred, and only a small half of the text could be vaguely recognized, and the man sighed, "Shinto is broken, and ritual music is prosperous." The battle of a hundred schools of thought is about to begin. ”

After the man got up, he saw that the apprentice who had not yet entered Zhenwu Mountain to formally worship his ancestors was facing the direction he came, and the corners of the young man's mouth, ears and nose were bleeding, making the dark face look particularly hideous and terrifying, and the young man raised his arm to wipe it indiscriminately, and continued to stare at that side.

The man said: "Ma Kuxuan, according to the reason you gave before, you learned that the girl from the countryside killed the first master in your life with a flying swordsmanship in the alley, teamed up with the prince of the Great Sui and the eunuch, so you have a knot in your heart, and you must take revenge before leaving the town, I think this makes sense, so I didn't stop you, and you are responsible for life and death." After all, if a person is a cultivator, being able to encounter the enemy of this kind of avenue is both a crisis and an opportunity. ”

But the man accentuated his tone, never favoring the disciples in front of him because of their outstanding talents, and said in a deep voice: "But why are you eyeing your peers in Mud Bottle Lane? I have already told you before, my True Martial Mountain Soldier Cultivator, especially the people in the Sword Dao, must not kill innocents indiscriminately!"

The young man replied, "Soldier monk, is it the most indifferent to karma and luck?"

The man nodded and said: "Looking at the thousand-year-old history books, most of us are military saints who can turn the tide with their own strength. It's not that I, as a soldier and monk, deliberately sing the praises of the sages. ”

The man stared at the boy and did not intend to let him go easily.

If Ma Kuxuan is murderous and bullying, then what is he doing to collect this kind of disciple for Zhenwu Mountain?

Soldiers and monks in the secular dynasty, relying on the battlefield to improve the realm, is the closest to the line of life and death, once you can't keep your heart, it is very easy to fall into the devil's way, just imagine, a cultivator with military power, slaughter the city and destroy the country, how easy?

Soldiers and Confucianism are the two pillars that support the peace of the Yamashita Dynasty, once a revered soldier monk is not right, then the higher the person's realm cultivation, the higher the status of the temple, the greater the impact on the entire secular dynasty, the greater the impact. In history, the lessons of the past are vivid. How difficult it is to win the hearts of the people, and how easy it is to lose the hearts of the people. Although this sentence was said by a Confucian sage, there was no shortage of Confucian generals who read poetry and books and thought it was true.

The young man may have felt the solemnity of the atmosphere, but he didn't rush to argue, stretched out his hand, and the palm of his hand gently covered his ear, which involved the injury, and suddenly bared his teeth, gasped, slowed down, and after withdrawing his hand, he looked at the pool of blood in his palm, and said: " That guy's name is Chen Ping'an, his father died when he was very young, that man was a famous potter in the town before his death, his skills were very good, and he was honest, and then he suddenly died, and the body was not found, although my grandmother has always been reluctant to admit it, but I remember very clearly, it was a thunderous rainy night, I woke up with thunder, and then found that my grandmother was not around, just pushed the door crack, I saw my father sneakily running back, surprised and scared, very strange, my mother slapped my father's back, smiled from ear to ear, happy。 ”

The young man subconsciously frowned, trying his best to remember the bleak pictures of his childhood, "Only my grandmother didn't speak, as if she wasn't very happy, but she was angry with my father, 'Do you think that if the child's father dies, you will have a chance to marry her? Take 10,000 steps back and say, that woman's temperament, you really don't know, are you willing to remarry you?' My father was hippie smiling at the time, probably because he felt that he had done it, and he would soon get paid, and in front of his family, he would not pretend to regret and feel guilty. My grandmother finally pointed to my mother's nose and scolded, my mother is not good-tempered, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law almost fought in the main hall, my father is the kind of person who likes the new and hates the old, his generation of small town neighbors, don't like him, at that time of course he helped his daughter-in-law not help the old lady, and finally my grandmother sat on the ground, beat her chest hard, and complained to the plaque while crying, saying that the Ma family recruited such a broom star woman's family into the house, and you don't want to die. ”

The man followed the young man's train of thought and asked, "Do you want to take all the illusory good and evil retribution and the sins of the previous generation on yourself, hoping that your grandmother and your father can die a good death?"

Ma Kuxuan grinned, "I really don't have any feelings for my father, only my grandmother can't rest assured, and she doesn't want to go to Zhenwu Mountain with me, saying that she must be buried next to her grandfather's grave in this life, if she goes to Zhenwu Mountain, which is tens of thousands of miles away, she will bother my grandson to move an altar home, and secondly, she heard that after a person dies, the road to the yang world before entering the earth will be extremely bumpy, she said that she has suffered enough when she is alive, but she doesn't want to suffer after she dies." ”

The man said, "It's excusable, but it's unreasonable." Only this once, not for example. ”

Ma Kuxuan pursed his lips, his face was indifferent, he didn't shake his head or refute, but he didn't nod or agree.

The man smiled, rubbed salt on the boy's wound, and said, "How does it feel to be pressed to the ground and beaten by your peers?"

Ma Kuxuan said angrily: "If it wasn't for that girl who secretly gave him a knife, I would have lost to Chen Ping'an?! I only exerted seven points of strength from beginning to end! If I didn't think I wanted to play cat and catch rats......

The man sneered lightly: "Playing with cats and rats, come on, it's not that I want to kill Chen Ping'an with seven points of strength, and at the same time, I can make that girl take it lightly and kill two birds with one stone, it's quite beautiful to think about." ”

The young man's face was slightly red, and he stiffened his neck and said angrily: "Who the hell are you, Master?!"

The man laughed.

The two got back on the road and walked towards the town, and the young man asked, "Compared to that Zhengyang Mountain, is Zhenwu Mountain higher or lower?"

The man smiled and asked, "Do you want to ask the truth or a lie?"

The young man's eyes rolled, "What about lies?"

The man replied, "That's about the same height." ”

The young man sighed sadly, feeling that he was really unladylike, and recognized two masters, one died inexplicably in the small town of Riding Dragon Lane, and the other had little ability and a lot of rules.

The man smiled: "Zhengyang Mountain is on the bright side, although it is the fundamental place of the sword, but in the minds of the monks of Dongbao Aquarius, the status is far inferior to the mortal enemy Wind Thunder Garden, so Zhengyang Mountain is not regarded as a first-class sect force, of course, this is just an illusion on the bright side, in fact, the foundation of Zhengyang Mountain is very deep, but after the grievance occurred back then, there was a person in the Wind Thunder Garden whose kendo attainments far surpassed his peers, and he was too amazing and brilliant, so that Zhengyang Mountain had to endure humiliation for hundreds of years......"

Ma Kuxuan said angrily: "No matter how much you tout Zhengyang Mountain, you can't change the fact that Zhenwu Mountain is not as good as Zhengyang Mountain." ”

The man smiled: "Ma Kuxuan, you think about it, the gap between Zhengyang Mountain and our Zhenwu Mountain is probably still separated by a Zhengyang Mountain." ”

The young man was stunned, and after hearing the meaning of the man's words, he immediately smiled and said, "It's pretty much the same!"

The man reminded: "The sect is the sect, and you are yourself." ”

The short boy smiled and said: "You also want to fork in! I mean that since Zhenwu Mountain is so high, then I will learn martial arts in the future, and if I want to find someone to learn, I will save time and trouble, so that I will not be surrounded by a group of embroidered pillows and wine bags and rice bags!"

The man laughed it off, "Isn't this kind of rhetoric more convincing for the boy in Mud Bottle Alley?"

The young man said angrily: "Is there such a master as you? Be careful that if you kill someone in the future, I won't help you avenge it!"

The man reached out to his back, patted the scabbard, and said with a smile: "In addition to this sword, the master is alone, and his death is gone, what is the use of your revenge?"

The young man was puzzled: "Isn't there still a master of Zhenwu Mountain?"

The man sold a pass, "Zhenwu Mountain is different from other sects in Dongbao Aquarius, you will understand it after you go up the mountain." ”

The tiger talisman on the man's waist jumped slightly, the man held the tiger talisman for a moment, and quickly said in a deep voice: "You and I return to the town quickly! ”

The young man rolled his eyes and said: "Even if the town turns the sky upside down, the outsiders and the people of the town are bloody, and it's my business." We can say that I can promise that I will not careless of human life, but I will never do anything chivalrous and righteous, and help the needy. ”

The man's face was solemn, he grabbed the young man's shoulders and ordered: "Don't speak, hold your breath!"

The figures of the two disappeared in a flash, and the next moment they had already appeared more than ten zhang away, and so on, like a series of water drifts made by the young horse Kuxuan on the stream.

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Chen Ping'an except for the wound on his back that was rubbed out by Ma Kuxuan's stone, in fact, there are not many external injuries, but this definitely does not mean that Chen Ping'an is very comfortable, the most troublesome thing is the palm of his left hand, going into the water to touch the stone and catch the fish, delaying the healing speed, this time he had a fight with Ma Kuxuan, and the fist touched the fist, which made it even worse, so that when he tore off the old cotton strip, even Chen Ping'an could only open a bag on his waist, take out a porcelain bottle, and drink the thick medicinal soup inside, which was the prescription prescribed by the Yang family shop back then, and it was useless to do anything else, but it could relieve pain.

After Ning Yao took back the quaint clothes presser, he cut off a large section of the cuffs of his underwear, tore it into strips, and helped Chen Ping'an, who was covered with cold sweat, to finish bandaging, and asked, "The earthwork of the Yang family's shop is really useful?"

Chen Ping'an shook his left hand lightly and squeezed out a smile, "It's very useful." It hurt so much just now, I've hurt like this twice before. ”

Ning Yao scolded: "You can see the white bones in the flesh in the palms of your hands, can it not hurt? Do you really think that you have cultivated the golden body of an Arhat who is invincible in King Kong, or the true monarch of Taoism with an innocent body? Even my dignified Ning Yao is not ashamed, you are addicted to being a hero, otherwise wait for you to single-handedly challenge Zhengyang Mountain Moving Ape, I will continue to help you clap and applaud?"

Chen Ping'an just planned to break with her and break his own opinions and reasoning.

The girl stared suddenly, and the young man immediately nodded and said, "Miss Ning is right. ”

Ning Yao squinted his eyes and said, "I'm not upset, think I don't know?"

Chen Ping'an smiled, his eyes kept glancing at the clothes knife in her hand, at first glance it was small and cute, but when he looked closely, it was cold.

The boy felt that this coat pressure knife and its owner seemed to be the opposite.

Ning Yao asked Chen Ping'an to raise his right hand, gently put the clothes pressing knife back into the scabbard tied to his arm, and warned: "Don't get an inch, don't think anything wrong about this knife!"

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Miss Ning, you think too much. ”

Ning Yao suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the earliest statue of the Broken Arm Lingguan Divine Officer, "That jet-black stone seat, do you know what kind of stone it is made of?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: " I estimate that it will take at least half a day to walk before you can see a black stone cliff, all this kind of stone, very hard, you can't smash a little gravel with a hammer, let alone cut it with a firewood knife, there are several long strip-like grooves on the side of the stone cliff, which are a little slope and uneven, every time the old man Yao passes by there, he will let him take out the firewood knife to sharpen it, not to mention, after grinding, the firewood knife will really be shiny, which is very different from before。 ”

Ning Yao rubbed his forehead and said with a smile: "The firewood knife used to sharpen trees and chop firewood......

Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up, "Valuable?!"

Ning Yao said angrily: "No matter how valuable it is, can you get a little bit of the entire stone cliff that is formed? Let me tell you, ordinary immortals can't do it! Unless it is a great sword immortal with huge killing power, and he is willing to give up a divine weapon, he can crack out two stone strips about three feet long, which will be specially named 'Dragon Slaying Platform' by the sword cultivator, and each piece is of course worth a fortune." ”

Chen Ping'an fell into deep thought.

Ning Yao's eyes suddenly lit up, "Isn't there a ready-made sword grinding stone under the feet of the Lingguan God Statue? It's so big, it can just split into two dragon slaying platforms." ”

Chen Ping'an burned his buttocks, and hurriedly persuaded: "Miss Ning, we can't dismantle it and move it home! That spirit official is already aggrieved enough, if we snatch his foothold away......"

Ning Yao got up abruptly and snorted coldly, "Rob?!Am I that kind of person?"

Then Chen Ping'an followed the girl to the Taoist Lingguan statue, standing in front of the clay sculpture painted statue, Ning Yao took a step forward, holding the scabbard and scabbard with both hands respectively, heroic posture, she raised her head and shouted: "My name is Ning Yao! Today, as long as you give me this three-foot foothold under your feet, then in the future, I Ning Yao will achieve the realm of sword immortals, and I will definitely repay you a hundred times and a thousand times!"

Chen Ping'an opened his mouth wide, thinking that this is okay?

Sure enough, the clay statue did not move.

The girl didn't give up, and continued: "I don't want to give it, right, then I'll borrow it from you, right? ”

Ning Yao didn't forget to turn his head and wink at Chen Ping'an, "I'm borrowing, not robbing, understand?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head vigorously and replied sincerely: "I don't understand!"

Ning Yao was about to explain the difference between "robbing" and "borrowing" with Chen Ping'an, when Chen Ping'an suddenly shouted: "Be careful!"

As he spoke, Chen Ping'an's body moved, and he pulled Ning Yao behind him.

It turned out to be the statue of the Lingguan God, after thousands of years of wind and sun, finally fell to the ground on this day, fell forward to the ground, and was completely shattered, not showing the remains of a leg here and an arm there, and even the original lifelike bearded head was shattered.

From the earth, go to the earth.

It seems that this experience in the world is really over.

And the mystery of this turmoil is surprising, because of the height of the Lingguan statue, the distance between the boy and the girl and the statue stone seat, the former is much more than that, it stands to reason that even if Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao are not crushed, they will at least be smashed lightly. But in the end, the clay statue turned to dust, and the farthest was only at the feet of the two of them.

The well-informed Ning Yao swallowed his saliva, a little weak-hearted, looked down at the flying dust, and muttered: "You are also stingy, if you don't borrow, you won't borrow, and you have to fight a jade with me?"

Chen Ping'an suddenly shook his head and said, "This is called the Bodhisattva's nod, which is a promise to you." ”

Ning Yao stood side by side with the young man, looking at the debris and dust, and then at the bare black dragon slaying platform in the distance, and finally turned his head to look at Chen Ping'an, and asked tentatively, "Are you sure?"

Chen Ping'an smiled: "I'm sure!"

Ning Yao believed it, without doubt.

Even she didn't know why.

Finally, under the leadership of Chen Ping'an, Ning Yao helped move the mud debris into a pit that had been dug next to it and covered it with soil.

Chen Ping'an bowed his head and said silently: "Regardless of people and gods, enter the soil for peace." ”

Ning Yao also lowered his head and whispered, "Enter the soil for peace." ”

After doing all this, Ning Yao asked curiously: "Chen Ping'an, is this the customs of your town?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "No, I think so." ”

Ning Yao raised his eyebrows.

Chen Ping'an smiled and asked, "Miss Ning, don't you feel very comfortable after doing this?"

Ning Yao also shook his head, "I don't feel it." ”

Chen Ping'an scratched his head, looked at the black stone seat, and asked, "It's called the Dragon Slaying Platform?"

Ning Yao snorted, "A person in the martial arts may be called a whetstone, or a sharpening swordstone, and the sword cultivator on the mountain will call it the Dragon Slaying Platform." ”

Ning Yao turned his head to look at the southwest direction, his eyes were in a trance, and he whispered, "My hometown is also called the Sword Grinding Stone, everyone will have one, the size is different, generally only the size of a fist, and even some family Taoism is declining, and the cultivation is low, and there is only a thumb-sized sword grinding stone left, which is more important than the life of the family." It's not for nothing. I have it at home, it's a big ......."

Chen Ping'an asked softly, "How big?"

The girl murmured, "It's bigger than your house in Mud Bottle Lane." ”

The young man's face was full of shock, and then he said with great envy: "Miss Ning, then your family is really rich! And such a big piece of sword grinding stone, you don't have to be afraid of being stolen, how good, unlike me, I finally saved a little copper coin, and I can't sleep well anywhere I hide." ”

The girl who was originally a little sad from her hometown suddenly disappeared her sorrow, and she smiled: "This sword grinding stone is half a person!"

The young man waved his hand, "What do I want it to do, I have a firewood knife at home, but where do I need to use such a precious whetstone, every time I sharpen the knife, I have to feel distressed once, why bother." So Miss Ning, you can take it all, by the way, don't you want to ask Master Ruan to help you forge a sword? You can use the other half as the money for forging a sword......

Ning Yao said helplessly: "Chen Ping'an, are you really stupid or lack of heart?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said with a smile: "Miss Ning, you just treat me as a bad person." ”

Ning Yao suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the young man, with a suddenly realized expression, squinted and smiled: "Chen Ping'an, tell me honestly, are you plotting against you, thinking that you will turn 'Miss Ning' into your daughter-in-law in the future, then not everything is your own?

The young man wanted to cry without tears, the corners of his mouth twitched, what did Song Jixin say before, what is the trouble of wanting to add to the crime?

Ning Yao laughed, "Look at what scares you, I'm kidding." ”

Chen Ping'an sighed, feeling a little tired.

Ning Yao suddenly said, "Be careful! My flying sword is already on its way back!"

Chen Ping'an is like a great enemy.