Chen Ping'an, who had a feeling for watching the waterfall, finally did not pull out the Huaimu sword, and split the sword that Mr. Qi confronted the pink-robed demon in the ancient temple.

Chen Ping'an said to himself: "What the hell is going on, why do you think that if you have a sword, it must be wrong? Could it be that practicing boxing and practicing a sword are two completely different things, one can be diligent and can make up for shortcomings, and the other only talks about talent and qualifications?"

Chen Ping'an didn't know at the moment, it wasn't that his comprehension was too poor, and it wasn't that he didn't have the talent to practice swords, but the swords he saw, whether it was the person holding the sword or their swordsmanship, it was too high and too far for Chen Ping'an in the Three Realms of Martial Arts.

But the problem is that Chen Ping'an's eyesight is very good, and he can see clearly many places that ordinary martial artists can't see, which brings an invisible burden to Chen Ping'an, whenever he wants to hand out a sword, Chen Ping'an, who is used to pursuing perfection, will feel that the long sword in the sheath weighs thousands of pounds.

What Chen Ping'an has seen and heard along the way, whether it is the Wei and Jin Dynasty of the Wind and Snow Temple, which is among the land sword immortals, before the sword comes, a sword splits the heavenly curtain of the earth realm of the female ghost in the wedding dress, or the long sword of the Mo family hero Xu is a little weak, with the help of a mountain range obtained by visualization, to resist the sword of Wei and Jin, or finally Qi Jingchun's casual sword, easily freehand, and cut through the mixed yuan golden light array inherited by the Dao of the White Emperor City.

This is very different from Ning Yao's ancestral house in Mud Bottle Lane, where she walked the foundation of the mountain-shaking boxing spectrum a few times, and Chen Ping'an was barely able to keep up with Ning Yao's movements, and even figured out a little bit of the true meaning of boxing. Because the old man surnamed Cui has already closed the coffin after reading the boxing book, the boxing of Shaking Mountain Boxing is actually very shoddy and not worth mentioning, so anyone can imitate it, just like Zhao Shuxia in Rouge County, after peeking at Chen Ping'an walking the pile, he can also temper his physique and strengthen his body.

But the most valuable thing about shaking the mountain boxing is the breath of "my generation of martial arts", so the shaking mountain boxing is easy to get started, and it is difficult to practice the boxing method thoroughly.

How hard is it?

Let's just say that the purpose of shaking the mountain boxing is "those who practice my boxing, meet the enemy Dao ancestor, but they can be defeated and cannot be retreated", Cui Yun's grandfather, the top martial artist who returned to the peak of the Ten Realms, met Lu Shen, did he ever punch? No, no matter what concerns and reasons the old man has, if he only looks at the results, the old man still did not hand out that punch, which can be seen that the essence of boxing respected by the mountain spectrum, the younger generations of people who practice boxing, want to fully master, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as difficult as ascending to the sky.

The waterfall crashes into the pool, splashing like a million pearls crumbling together, and the mist rises.

"Ah Liang, it's so difficult to practice swords. ”

Chen Ping'an was stunned, scratched his head, took a sip of stuffy wine, and was a little helpless. He stood on the railing of the water pavilion, looked around, and finally his eyes were still focused on the waterfall, although the idea of sword was gone, but he remembered the barefoot old man who helped him to survive the body of the three realms, and mentioned the cloud steaming Daze-style boxing fight, and frankly said that the first time this punch appeared in the world, it hit the rain curtain between heaven and earth and retreated into the sky.

Chen Ping'an looked at the huge waterfall that was rushing down at this moment, wondering if if the old man of the bamboo building would be able to hit the waterfall and rise and the water recede?

Once he switched from drawing his sword to the familiar punch, Chen Ping'an immediately had confidence, which came from hundreds of thousands of piles and from not retreating from facing the enemy again and again.

Chen Ping'an looked at the spectacular waterfall and had a whim, if he threw himself into the waterfall with all his strength, would he be able to break through the waterfall curtain with all his might? Can he get away with it, and still have the slightest fist hit the tough stone wall behind the waterfall? I wonder if Xu Yuanxia, a martial artist who has already entered the realm of qi refining, can smash a pothole in the stone wall with one punch?

Chen Ping'an was a little moved.

It's just that Chen Ping'an quickly jumped off the railing, sat on the bench of the water pavilion, and drank wine, like a tourist in the mountain villa who admired the scenery.

Chen Ping'an looked at the side of the road, and after a while, a group of brightly dressed people walked slowly, some laughed loudly and heroically, some were gentle and elegant, and some were graceful and smiling. The first three people, in the center is a handsome boy with a face like a crown of jade, with a jade pendant hanging on one side of his waist, and an uncommon short sword hanging on one side. On his left hand side is a man with a sword, walking with a dragon and a tiger, looking forward to himself. On the right is a young scholar wearing a square scarf and holding a folding fan.

Behind the three of them, there were several women and girls, all of whom were extremely good-looking.

Further back, there was a group of attendants, mostly young men with bright eyes and domineering attitudes, one of whom carried a horned hard bow, which was the most eye-catching.

An indescribable atmosphere of the rivers and lakes rushed to the side of the water pavilion.

The waterfall viewing road of Jianshui Villa is a dead-end road, and the end point is in this water pavilion, and the people on the other side are clustered on the path, there is almost no gap, Chen Ping'an has to stay in the water pavilion temporarily, thinking that when they enter the water pavilion, they will find a chance to leave. The first three people and the women climbed the stairs one after another, and those servants occupied one side and guarded outside the water pavilion, and most of them only glanced at Chen Ping'an, who was carrying the sword box in the water pavilion, and no longer cared.

The temperament is more like the head of a son of a wealthy family, after seeing Chen Ping'an, his eyes stayed slightly, as if waiting for Chen Ping'an's initiative to speak, but after Chen Ping'an and his eyes met, it looked a little wooden, Brother Gongzi smiled slightly, nodded in greeting, but in fact, there was something strange in his heart, the heroes from all walks of life who entered the villa, there were still characters who didn't recognize themselves?

Chen Ping'an nodded in return.

When Chen Ping'an was about to take advantage of the situation to walk out of the water pavilion, a young woman sitting next to the handsome prince looked at Chen Ping'an and said softly: "If the prince comes here to enjoy the scenery and has not yet enjoyed himself, there is no need to leave. ”

Chen Ping'an was stunned, because he didn't understand what the woman said about the official words of the Comb Water Country.

The woman understood and immediately repeated it in the elegant language of Aquarius.

Chen Ping'an understood.

A woman of about seventeen or eighteen years old, her height is not inferior to that of a man, her face is as cold as ice, and there is a long knife with a delicate scabbard and wrapped in gold wire hanging from her waist.

She glanced at the locust wood sword box behind Chen Ping'an, and then at the "vermilion wine jug" pinned to Chen Ping'an's waist, and did not see the roots of the rivers and lakes and the level of the realm, so the woman lost interest.

The saber man said generously: "Little brother, just sit, you should drink and drink, you should enjoy the scenery, don't be restrained, if you say that you come first and then come, it is we who disturb the leisure and elegance of the little brother." Of course, if you don't like us talking noisy for a while, it's not too late for the little brother to leave. ”

Ordinary people had no choice but to sit in place, but Chen Ping'an hugged his fists and said goodbye: "I've been here for half a day, and I've seen the waterfall, so I'm going to go back the same way." ”

The man with the saber laughed heartily, and he actually stood up and hugged his fists, "It's okay, it's okay, the little brother is at his own convenience." ”

One of the youngest girls stared wide-eyed, thinking that this strange boy was really a bad eye, such a big shelf. Could it be that he really didn't know that the host in the Water Pavilion was Song Fengshan, the young owner of Jianshui Villa? The first-rate little sword fairy in the rivers and lakes of the Comb Water Country Alas, it is rumored that a princess of the Comb Water Country admired it and almost eloped, even if the guests didn't recognize the host, but the big man who dared to carry the knife in such a reverse way in the Comb Water Country couldn't recognize it? The man who hugged his fists, don't look so approachable, not at all like the big man in the rivers and lakes, in fact, he is the current owner of the Hengdao Villa with the same name as the Jianshui Villa, and he is the premier master of the sword technique in the Comb Water Country, famous, he has traveled more than a dozen countries and rivers and lakes, what a prestige, even the old sword saint Song Yuyao has personally praised this person's sword skills, and he is only the slightest bit able to reach the realm of supernatural martial arts.

The girl was secretly happy in her heart, thinking to herself that this poor and sour boy should not be a fledgling fledgling chick, could it be that he was a little thief who had the audacity to sneak into Jianshui Villa, so he didn't dare to linger at all? Haha, if that was the case, it would be fun.

Chen Ping'an walked out of the water pavilion and walked down the steps, when suddenly a cold voice came from behind him, "Wait a minute." ”

Chen Ping'an turned his head to look at the young woman who was carrying the knife in reverse, she walked to the top of the steps, looking down on herself, "Who did you learn from?

Although the woman's words were slightly domineering, Chen Ping'an turned around, shook his head, and tried his best to say some kind words that were not hurtful, "I'm from a place further north, this time I came to Jianshui Villa with my friends, and I heard that Shaozhuang was mainly elected as the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance of the Combing Water Country, so I thought about finding an opportunity to congratulate me." ”

The handsome boy smiled slightly.

The young scholar who shook the folding fan teased softly: "The gods didn't know before." ”

The man with the saber looked at the woman's back and said with a smile: "You little martial idiot, don't be rude to the guests! What did I tell you before, when you leave your own Zhuangzi, you can't just find someone to compete in martial arts!"

The woman with the knife pressed the handle with her palm, and the top of the scabbard was slightly raised, just pointing to Chen Ping'an at the bottom of the steps, ignoring the man's words, staring at Chen Ping'an, and asking: "Are you the second realm of martial arts or the third realm, how many years have you been practicing swords?"

Chen Ping'an frowned, clasped his fists, turned around and left, not planning to pay attention to this young woman who was born in a wealthy family in the country of comb.

Chen Ping'an is easy to speak, which does not mean that he has no principles for anyone, on the contrary, for strangers, Chen Ping'an has never provoked, but he is not afraid.

Cai Jinjian, Fu Nanhua, the mountain moving ape, the big snake of Qidun Mountain whose head exploded, the official guards on the Embroidery River ferry, and of course, the young Cui Yun who stayed under the ancient well of Huang Tingguo and did not dare to come forward alive, as well as the female ghost who was choked by the neck and punched in the ancient temple not long ago, have all been taught.

The woman with the knife sneered on her face, and gently put down a sentence, "This kind of waste, I am embarrassed to carry a sword and go to the rivers and lakes, and dare to enter Jianshui Villa, I guess the person who taught you to practice swords only taught you to be timid and afraid, right?"

The man with the knife is a little helpless, and his daughter's stinky temper brought out of her mother's womb is really harmful.

But complaining is complaining, the man has always been proud of his only daughter's martial arts talent, and he did not hide his expectations, and directly threatened that his daughter would never marry in the future, and Hengdao Villa would only be rich, because his daughter was destined to succeed the owner. The man with the knife is unwilling to bully others, and when he stands up, he must persuade his daughter not to provoke the foreign boy again. But the man also knows that these old words in the rivers and lakes, not only is his daughter not very good at listening, in fact, the young generation of geniuses on the rivers and lakes today, who is not the left ear in and the right ear out, full of impatience, sneering behind the old generation?

The sharpest young master of the Comb Water Country in the past ten years is not the young master who is sitting next to him? At a young age, he entered the four realms of martial arts, and won the reputation of the little sword fairy for himself early. Every time Song Fengshan goes out with a sword, whether he is challenged or takes the initiative to find someone to try the sword, he will inevitably burn incense, bathe and change clothes, and put on a new shirt that he has never worn, and after the sword is released, there will be no living mouth under the sword.

But it was such a decisive kendo genius who was very likely to be the youngest Five Realms Grandmaster in the history of the Combing Water Kingdom.

The thirty-year-old Grandmaster of the Five Realms, when the time comes, defeats the Qingzhu Sword Immortal, Song Fengshan can justifiably monopolize the title of "Sword Immortal", and when the time comes, his grandfather, the old sword saint Song Yuyao, should still be alive, and now that the Sword God of Caiyi Country is dead, more than a dozen national borders, who else can compete with Jianshui Villa?

This is also the key to the willingness of the rivers and lakes of the Comb Water Country to bow down to a junior.

However, the old owner Song Yuyao rarely showed up for decades, and he was disappointed in this newcomer and new atmosphere.

According to legend, the relationship between this pair of grandfathers and grandchildren is not very good, especially the old sword saint does not like the granddaughter-in-law who hides needles in the cotton.

Hearing the yin and yang strange words of the woman with the reverse sword, even Chen Ping'an, who had the temper of the mud bodhisattva, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the water pavilion.

He doesn't know much about the so-called rules of the rivers and lakes, let alone the customs of the Comb Water Country, but Chen Ping'an feels that there is some truth in the world, which is applicable everywhere, and some things are even more right and wrong.

Fortunately, the man with the knife had already walked to his daughter's side, and said with a straight face: "So arrogant and arrogant, how dare Dad let you walk the rivers and lakes alone, postpone it for a year!"

The woman was furious, and her cold expression became more and more chilly, but the person in front of her was her father after all, and he was the master who taught her martial arts and swordsmanship, and she was also a father and a teacher, not to mention that in front of so many outsiders, the woman with the knife who had been exposed to the affairs of the rivers and lakes since she was a child, even if she was unwilling, she still snorted coldly, stopped hurting people, turned around and walked to the water pavilion bench, sat down, turned her head to look at the waterfall, and was upset.

The man apologized to Chen Ping'an and said, "Little brother, my Wang resolutely apologized to you for my daughter." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded and turned to move forward. The perception of this young woman in my heart is extremely poor, because she reminds Chen Ping'an of Zhuhe and Zhulu's father and daughter, it is also such a scene, the fathers are clearly reasonable and good people who treat others boldly, why is the daughter who taught her so arrogant?

It's weird!

As soon as Chen Ping'an thought of Zhu Lu who assassinated him, he thought of the mastermind behind the scenes, Li Baozhen, the second brother of Li Baozhen, this was a grudge that could not be avoided, which made Chen Ping'an couldn't help but sigh.

Chen Ping'an left without speaking, this detail suddenly made the angry knife-carrying woman completely unbearable, got up suddenly, and said sharply: "The owner of the dignified Hengdao Villa personally apologizes to you, you don't even let out a fart?

Chen Ping'an turned around expressionlessly and tightened the string that bound the sword box behind his back, "If you want to learn, then learn." ”

Chen Ping'an came to Jianshui Villa in the ancient temple for a distance of 700 miles, and he had been silent, and his mood was really not good, Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng also saw the clues, and the bearded man even restrained himself a lot from drinking, and he stopped talking about wine. So this time Chen Ping'an said that he wanted to watch the waterfall scenery, but in fact, the two people who were moved said that they were unwilling to move, just to let Chen Ping'an relax alone.

The woman strode to the top of the steps and sneered, "Okay, just wait for your words!"

But Chen Ping'an's next sentence made everyone inside and outside the Water Pavilion look at each other, and their hearts were terrified, "Does the verbal life and death status count?"

Wang Yiran, the sword master of the famous comb water country, said in a deep voice: "Little brother, it's okay to fight, no matter whether you win or lose, I won't interfere, but I hope you don't fight to the death, just get to the point, how about it?"

The woman with the knife was about to speak, Wang Yiran glared at her with sharp eyes, a woman who had almost never seen such a stern side of her father, was so frightened that she didn't dare to talk harshly to that damn foreign boy.

Wang resolutely stared at Chen Ping'an, "If you are willing to fight this fight after a life and death situation, I will not agree, but if it is just a competition, even if it is a little heavier, I am willing to let my daughter suffer this hardship, I hope she has better take this opportunity to know the depth and shallowness of the rivers and lakes, don't look above the top, learn a little three-legged cat kung fu, and think that the world is invincible!"

In the end, the man turned his head and glanced at his daughter, in front of so many outsiders, these words can be described as extremely heavy.

Teach his son in front of him and teach his wife behind his back.

This is probably the old rule of the old rivers and lakes.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, "Then let's learn!"

Wang Yiran, who was standing beside his daughter, lowered his voice and said: "Coral, remember to be measured, be a man and leave a line, don't make your road narrower and narrower." ”

Obviously, Wang Yiran is still more optimistic about his daughter. It's just that as a father, the big truth still has to be said.

The woman with the knife looked at the young man on the path outside the water pavilion and pulled the corners of her mouth, "Dad, I know it in my heart." ”

She held down the hilt of her sword, smiled slightly, and jumped high on her tiptoes towards the young swordsman who didn't know the height of the sky.

The moment the famous knife in the woman's hand was unsheathed.

There was a dull vibration on the path, and the figure in the corner of everyone's eyes suddenly disappeared, and the next moment the young man with the box came to the woman holding the knife, hit her forehead with a punch, and floated back to the place by rebounding from the momentum, put away the boxing fight, and stood in a chic manner, and the woman's whole person was like a broken kite, and was punched in the air directly over the top of the water pavilion, and finally fell into the waterhole under the waterfall, life and death are unknown.

Compete on both sides.

The thunder on one side is heavy and the rain is as small as ...... No.

There was no thunder on one side, but it was a rainstorm that cut the head and covered the face.

Chen Ping'an turned around and left, took off the sword raiser, raised it high and poured a sip of wine, leaving a back for everyone in the Water Pavilion.

It turns out that the mud bodhisattva also has fire.