Chen Ping'an opened his eyes, and almost instantly, four flying swords appeared in unison. The first year of junior high school is inviting merit, fifteen is still well-behaved, pine needles and cough thunder, after all, it is an imitation sword, although it is refined, it is still far from being so spiritual.

The small room has the most familiar medicinal smell.

Look out the window at the sky, it's approaching dusk.

Closing his eyes, he felt the vague atmosphere of the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the distance, and then opened his eyes, Chen Ping'an put away his flying sword, immersed himself in the small world of the human body, and checked the sequelae of the battle, mainly to inspect the four key tricks.

The battle of the monks, catch and fight, if the natal qi mansion becomes the ruins of those similar battlefield ruins, the avenue is fundamentally damaged.

It's just that as soon as the heart mustard seed appeared, there was a fierce fire dragon swimming towards it, and above the dragon's head, stood the golden little man, still wearing a Confucian shirt, in addition to a sword, there was also a golden scripture, but it turned into a small bald head.

The little golden man stood on top of the fire dragon, glaring at Chen Ping'an, ready to go.

Chen Ping'an bluffed: "Don't scold, I'm ruthless, even scolding myself." ”

That little bald head cares about all this?

Chen Ping'an couldn't really scold the golden villain, so he had to pretend to be deaf and dumb, after all, without it to help patrol the small world, control the true qi of the pure martial arts, and not interfere with the operation of the aura of the qi mansion, otherwise after such a big battle as Chen Ping'an, his mind would be like a small death, and the true qi of the martial artist and the aura of the monk, the two sides would already be in full swing in the small world, and it would be worse and the future would be endless.

On the other side of Shuifu, the aura has been completely exhausted, the water lines on the mural are dim, and the small pond has dried up, but the water character print, painted mural and small pond, the foundation has not been damaged, naturally it is not the kind that is unscathed, but only has the opportunity to repair, for example, the mural has some colorful peeling, and many of the already unstable portraits of the water gods are becoming more and more shaky, among which it seems to be a few water gods who have been eye-catching, the original pure and bright golden light, is also a little dim.

The whole water mansion seems to be a little gloomy, the green-clothed boys have nothing to do one by one, the clever woman is difficult to cook without rice, looking up at Chen Ping'an's heart mustard seed, they don't complain on their mouths, they all frown, and their eyes are resentful. Chen Ping'an had to promise them that he would try his best to help replenish the household as soon as possible and restore the vitality here, and the children in green all drooped their heads, not quite convinced.

On the other side of the gate of Shuifu, the little golden man sat cross-legged on the dragon's head and glared at the green-clothed boys.

The listless little ones immediately got up and sent Chen Ping'an away.

Out of the water mansion, the golden little man began to ride the fire dragon again, chasing Chen Ping'an and scolding.

The two places of the mountain shrine and the wooden house are also similar to the situation of the water house, and you have to be a sewing craftsman, relying on the fairy money and the corresponding treasures of the five elements, and slowly fill the hole.

The damage to the three key points and natal objects caused Chen Ping'an to fall into the three realms as soon as he fell, so now he is a great monk of the second realm.

The good news is that the eighteen stops of sword qi that have been modified by Ah Liang are no longer relevant.

The first and fifteenth days of the new year occupy two key qi mansions, and continue to sharpen the sword edge with the dragon slaying platform.

The first three wisps of "extremely small, very small" sword qi coiled the trick point, and only the last one remained, like an empty house, waiting for a vacant place.

Just wait for Chen Ping'an to give birth to a more veritable natal flying sword than the fifteenth day of the first month, and become a veritable sword cultivator.

There are very few self-portraits carved by ten sword qi masters.

This method seal is depicted with many ancient gods such as thunder generals, electric mothers, wind masters, rain masters, cloud officials, spirit officials, and celestial beings.

The inscription is the sixteen-character insect and bird seal: gather five thunders, and take ten thousand laws. Cut off the five leaks, the cardinal of heaven and earth.

These sixteen words are very exaggerated seal content, and they are simply so big that they swallow heaven and earth.

As long as you have practiced the Five Thunder Orthodox Dharma of the authentic lineage, and you are the Dao Sect Gaozhen who has truly cultivated the Great Dao, you can indeed claim that "this body is the surface and the inside of heaven and earth, and the creation and transformation are all in my palm."

The Huang Zi nobles of the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain in Middle Earth are among the best.

There is a world-renowned couplet, but it is not written by the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain himself, but given by outsiders.

"The wind, thunder, clouds and rain rise in the palm of your hand, and thousands of methods are opened from now on. ”

Chen Ping'an held the heavy weapon of the Dao Gate that had "only fallen to a realm", and said with a smile: "This ancestor of the great number and the central five Yan, you have the opportunity to restore the rank of the half-immortal soldier." In the past, you were unladylike and unrighteous masters, but now in my hands, you and I are both created, and when I become the mountain god of the five realms in that hall, and learn the thunder method, you can follow me to kill demons and demons. ”

Chen Ping'an wiped it with his sleeve, and then gently rested it on the table. In the future, it can be refined, and it will be hung outside the door of the wooden house, just like the bronze mirror hanging at the entrance of the town to ward off evil spirits.

Take out another immortal treasure that has also become a magic weapon, which is the bronze pagoda that imitates Bai Yujing.

Seeing this thing, getting this thing, Chen Ping'an was the happiest.

After the Great Refinement, it was placed in the mountain shrine.

Chen Ping'an didn't have many ideas about opening up more key tricks and shelving the monk's natal object, but now that he has become a monk in the second realm, it is useless to think too much.

Finally, there is the picture scroll of the ancient wooden shaft rod cracked and the picture broken, the lifelike eighteen sword immortals, who are the top sword cultivators in the history of the wild world.

It's a pity that the scroll is too damaged at the moment, and there is almost no quality to speak of.

Chen Ping'an thought at first that he couldn't favor one over the other, and after refining, he could give it to the golden little man, but he didn't expect to suddenly feel a burst of angina.

What an uncle, he still can't look down on it, and he dislikes it.

Chen Ping'an had to change his mind and put it in the mountain shrine with the bronze pagoda.

Chen Ping'an put away all his belongings, put them back in his hand, walked out of the house, walked to the door of the small house, and walked back to the yard.

After all, I still don't worry about the city.

Then he began to walk the pile in six steps.

It's just that after walking through the fist pile a few times, even if he is wearing a magic robe, it is still difficult to hide the faint smell of blood.

It will not be easy for the monk to fall into the realm.

The reason why Chen Ping'an made this extra move before was to ask Mama Bai if the process of the fight was leaked.

It's not a conspiracy, it has nothing to do with it.

It's just that Chen Ping'an doesn't really want there to be too many people in the Great Wall of Sword Qi who know the other side of himself.

In the process of the rising thunder pool and the falling sea of clouds, where heaven and earth bordered, Chen Ping'an's true body and Yin God were actually confused at that time.

So at that time, Chen Ping'an, in a desperate situation, had a hearty and hearty happiness.

It's like that's how life should be.

The heart is not quiet when sitting, and it is difficult to feel at ease when walking on the pile.

Chen Ping'an had to go to the house to sit and engrave the seal, even if he made money, he still had to leave no one left, and all the money was returned to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but the process of earning money was a happy thing in itself. The knowledge here is not enough for outsiders.

There are many sword qi on the Great Wall of sword qi, but there are few readers, whether it is engraved seals or fan inscriptions, people holding knives and pens are not stable enough, the carving is poor, the writing is poor, it doesn't matter.

Chen Ping'an sat at the table, took out the sword cultivation gourd, and took a sip of wine from time to time.

Holding the flying sword fifteen, a stone seal as white as jade was newly engraved.

The side money is that there is no accident in the world, and he is busy competing for fame and fortune, teaching me to look at this old man in the rivers and lakes.

Inscription: Drink and go.

Engrave one more side.

The side paragraph is the poet and lyricist since ancient times, I can't wait to kill a love word, but I only hate to be sad and don't come to the door, drink his mother's wine, anger from the side of the gall, smash a stick on the book, and break the euphemism.

Inscription: Sorrowful bachelor.

Another seal was engraved.

Side paragraph: There is no money, no sword fairy, no wine to get drunk, and the curvaceous beauty suddenly has autumn fat.

Print: How is it good.

Finally, a seal is engraved.

Side paragraph: The moss under the secluded steps, the king and grandson shake the fan. The vegetables on the side of the scorched yellow well, the smug is surging.

Chen Ping'an just wanted to engrave the seal, and suddenly held the seal in his hand and pinched it into a ball of powder.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath.

got up and left the house, and in the night, he went to the table in the main room and took the sword fairy.

Draw the sword out of the sheath, the moonlight is like water, shining on the sword body, as if washing the sword.

Chen Ping'an put the sword in the sheath, did not carry the sword, but hung it on his waist, and then sacrificed the Fu Boat and went to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Haojie slashes thieves, sword cultivation kills demons, how can I not be fascinated, then fuck it.