Although the little girl in the red cotton jacket was temporarily discouraged, she was Li Baohua, alas, and soon she was high-spirited, quietly moved her steps, sneaked from the left hand position of the tall woman, went around behind her, and then walked to her right hand, looked at her clothes, looked at her big lotus leaves, Li Baohua felt that it was still good-looking, really beautiful.

After listening to Cui Yun's scolding and the old man's reprimand, Chen Ping'an pondered some meanings, but he still couldn't believe it, swallowed his saliva, and whispered to the tall woman: "This old gentleman is Mr. Qi's gentleman? What kind of literary sage is it?"

No wonder the journey has been so bumpy and bumpy. You will meet Ah Liang who wears a hat, the land sword fairy of Fengxue Temple, and of course, this surnamed Cui.

The tall woman nodded and smiled, "That's right." ”

The woman's real body, is the old sword hanging under the stone arch bridge, the sword spirit that was bred, in the long waiting period of nearly 10,000 years, she once witnessed the fall of the last true dragon, the song and cry of the end of the battle, the three religions and the sons of the hundred schools of great practice, joint action, is still countless casualties, the corpses of the dead fell on the earth like rain, the soul is condensed, together with the luck of the real dragon after death, mixed together, and finally created the Lizhu Cave Sky, but she is regarded as a child's fight, children's play.

This sword spirit was watching from the beginning to the end, and occasionally his eyes lit up, and he secretly picked up a few beautiful and beautiful objects, unaware.

She thought that the rest of her life would either be to sleep or yawn, visualizing those magnificent ancient ruins, floating around in them, worse than lonely souls and wild ghosts, just a little bit in the long river of time, waiting for the day when the aura is exhausted.

But when the Lizhu Cave was shattered, she chose Chen Ping'an as the second master, not Ning Yao, who was born with a great sword fairy embryo, not Ma Kuxuan, who had a good background, and not a native town genius like Xie Shi and Cao Xi.

All this, Qi Jingchun has made great contributions.

First of all, that night, Qi Jingchun sat alone on the covered bridge until dawn, just under the popular plaque, in order to persuade her to open her eyes and take a look at the boy in Mud Bottle Lane, even if it was just a glance.

In fact, the first feeling of the sword spirit is that there is no feeling.

She'd seen so much of a surprise.

So she was indifferent, for her, whether the Lizhu Cave was shattered and fell, or whether the Heavenly Dao fought back against the people and suffered, it didn't have any impact on her.

But she was really a little curious, why Qi Jingchun, a scholar who was known as a scholar who was expected to establish a religion and become an ancestor, chose a child who had never even read a book.

So after that day, she looked at the boy a few more times, but she still didn't feel anything.

Later, she was really bored, and finally remembered that when Qi Jingchun left, with the identity of the saint of the town, she intercepted the Lizhu Cave Heaven in the last ten years of time - "a handful of water", which was picked up by Qi Jingchun with great magical powers and placed under the covered bridge.

So one day, when she had nothing to do, she had to find something to do, so she began to show her true body, hovering on the water under the covered bridge, combing her hair while watching the water.

It's all the bits and pieces of that mud bottle alley boy.

There are behind-the-scenes plots that are thousands of miles away, there are trivial things in the streets and alleys, there are good deeds that harbor evil intentions, there are unintentional misdeeds, there are short-term joys and sorrows in parents, there are sadness and sincerity, and some people die.

She thought it was quite interesting, much more interesting than watching a group of children fight and kill and beat up a small worm.

For example, a child with a big fart, carrying a backpack that was almost half as tall as most of him, said that he was going to go up the mountain to collect medicine, and then before he went up the mountain, he cried so much that it was earth-shattering.

Another example is that the child is standing on a small bench, holding a spatula in his hand, and thinking that he must cook a delicious meal tonight, which is not salty or light.

For example, the child who ran away from the sugar gourd stall, drooling while running, could only try to imagine what it was like when he was a child.

Finally, in order to survive, the child fished in the depths of the stream at noon, completely ignorant of the truth that it is difficult for the gods to catch noon fish, and the sun was darker than black charcoal.

The Sword Spirit knew that it was all suffering, but she never felt that it was any difficult suffering.

Because the sword spirit once followed her master, fighting in all directions, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the remains of gods all over the ground, which could be piled up into mountains. The demon pills of those big demons can be skewered into sugar gourds at one time, and they taste crunchy. The figures of those demons who turned into outer heavens covered the sky and the sun, and destroyed them with a sword.

So after Qi Jingchun found her again, she was still reluctant to nod. It's just that when Qi Jingchun, a sage who is so good at reasoning, has nothing to do, Qi Jingchun retracted that handful of time-water, and gently poured the water of the dragon whisker stream on the covered bridge, and those pictures flowed slowly, from Chen Ping'an, a young man who was in a hurry to deliver a letter, and finally returned to Chen Ping'an, a child who was in the tomb of the gods and prayed for the safety of his mother's body. As soon as Qi Jingchun poured the water, he decided not to insist on persuading the sword spirit.

He began to walk to the end of the covered bridge, just at the last moment of his great disappointment, there was an unintentional sentence, which finally moved the hard-hearted sword spirit slightly, "We are all very disappointed in this world." ”

The sword spirit was silent, the water was about to be fully integrated into the stream, and the last scene was the child saying goodbye to his father in Mud Bottle Lane, "Dad, I'm five years old, I'm an adult!"

The sword spirit looked at the back and said, "Let him walk the covered bridge, if he can keep going, I can consider it." ”

Qi Jingchun turned his head in shock, then laughed heartily and nodded vigorously, "I believe in Chen Ping'an, please believe in Qi Jingchun!"

The man strode down the steps of the covered bridge, his two big sleeves shaking violently, as if they were filled with Qi Jingchun's youth.

The sword spirit was interrupted by a question from the young man.

The young man cautiously asked, "Since it is Mr. Qi's teacher, can we not fight?"

The sword spirit let go of the snow-white lotus leaf in his hand, and it first floated into the air, and then became huge in an instant, fully supporting the vast canopy of heaven within a radius of ten miles.

She shook her head and said, "For the sake of Mr. Qi, you have to fight this fight." ”

Chen Ping'an scratched his head and said: "Although I don't know why, since it is related to Mr. Qi, you said so again, I believe you ......"

The young man paused for a moment, his eyes were resolute, staring at the tall woman, and grinning: "Fight, fight!"

She smiled knowingly, and looked away at the old man, who was still procrastinating, and had spent most of the day untying the knot that bound the scroll, and was still muttering.

"I used to only know to hide in the study to do learning, missed a lot, after walking out of the merit forest, I want to try a life that I didn't dare to imagine before, such as drinking happily, arguing with people's thick necks, eating spicy food, swimming in the water bare-chested, just walked through many places along the way, and saw a lot of famous mountains and rivers......"

She quipped: "Master Wensheng, it's not over yet, a knife in the neck is horizontally and vertically, well, it's a sword, it's pointless for you to drag it like this." ”

The old man said stupidly, "I'm not waiting for you two to change your minds." ”

She squinted her eyes and said coldly: "Old guy, don't get cheap and sell well!"

Lao Xiucai smiled, "Old guy?"

Her smile grew softer, "I made a note of it." ”

The old man broke the jar and broke it, "Hit it, whoever is afraid of whom." I really thought I couldn't fight, it was just my ability to quarrel. ”

Lao Xiucai finally untied the knot, his wrist flicked, the picture scroll snapped, spread out horizontally, and fell diagonally to the ground, the old man held the end of the picture scroll in one hand, this mountain and river scroll is really long, and instantly paved the ground around the well, Chen Ping'an wanted to move before, but was held down by the tall woman on the shoulder, so that he didn't have to move.

The bold Li Baohua simply squatted on the ground, observed carefully, and did not forget to reach out here and poke there.

In addition, the young man Cui Yun, who was standing behind the old man, helped Lao Xiucai hold his bags at this time.

The old man shouted softly, "Collect!"

It was still the old well, and Li Baohua, who was squatting on the ground to study those mountains and rivers, suddenly woke up, and the picture scroll spread on the ground was gone.

And the little uncle and the female ghost sister who didn't have a good temper, as well as the husband's husband, the old man she should call the ancestor, disappeared together.

She looked up and saw that it had reverted to a scroll, hovering quietly in the air.

The young Cui Yun was not surprised by this, and stood in place obediently holding his bag, with an expression of indignation that was more sad than dead.

She stood up suddenly, held up the seal high, and asked loudly: "The surname is Cui, what about my little uncle?

Cui Yun glanced at the little girl, his face was indifferent, and he nodded: "If you shoot me, forget it." ”

Provocation, huh?

The woman in white forgot it. You scoundrel too?

Li Baohua was stunned, and then furious, without saying a word, he ran away in a burst, and after bypassing the picture scroll, she, who was shorter than the young man in white, jumped with agility, and the seal in her hand slammed on Cui Yun's head with a bang.

The young man Cui Yun's face was full of incredulity, his eyes were stupid, he reached out and touched his forehead, which was even more red and swollen, he suddenly lost his bag, squatted on the ground, hugged his head and shouted: "I can't live this day, anyone can bully Lao Tzu!"

The little girl felt a little guilty for no reason, and the hand holding the seal went around behind her, quietly hid the crime tool, and then began to study the scroll, hoping to find out the little uncle.

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Chen Ping'an looked around, it was a bit similar to being pulled into the "bottom of the water" by the sword spirit for the first time, and there was a vast void all around, so some "real things" seemed particularly "real", such as in the distance in front of him, there was a high wall, no matter how Chen Ping'an stretched his neck, he couldn't see the end of the wall.

The woman in white standing beside him stretched out her hand to hold the green silk that was tied together by the golden silk knot, and said with a smile: "This is not only in the mountains and rivers, but also in the consciousness of Wen Sheng, it is more complicated and troublesome to say, as long as you know that the sword is played here, you and I can have no worries, which is also a reason why I should agree to the old man, otherwise I would have started fighting on the cliff by the river at that time." ”

Her other hand suddenly pressed Chen Ping'an's shoulder, "It's too close here now, so you can't see your true body, I'll take you back a bit, let's retreat eight hundred miles first." ”

Chen Ping'an felt that the whole person was galloping, and he didn't know how far he would go, and after finally standing still, the young man didn't care about the discomfort of his body and the boiling of his qi, opened his mouth wide, and looked at "that mountain", a mountain that was eight hundred miles away, could it be so huge?

Compared to it, Phiyun Mountain, my hometown, should be like a small mound of earth?

The tall woman's face was solemn, "There is a more important reason, that is, if Wen Sheng promises to fight here, he can give you a little extra treatment." ”

Chen Ping'an was already shocked, and his mouth was a little dry, "What?"

She stared into the young man's eyes, "Here, when you use your sword, you will have a cultivation similar to that of a Ten Realms Qi Cultivator. Of course, this is an illusion, but it is an extremely real illusion. I hope that after you are in it, you will be able to carefully appreciate the ...... of your future practice. It's not very useful. ”

She was amused by herself, and couldn't help but laugh and said: "Okay, I just want you to know one thing, don't patronize boxing, especially if you always think that practicing boxing is to survive, that's too unproductive, how can your ambition be so big?

Chen Ping'an replied dumbfoundedly: "Chen Ping'an?"

Forget if the answer is not asked, the key is that you are not Chen Ping'an, can you be someone else?

She bent down and rubbed the young man's head, "Except for Chen Ping'an, it's still my master." ”

The boy was a little embarrassed.

On the top of the mountain, an old man said indignantly: "Okay, I was very anxious before, but now I am not in a hurry?"

The Sword Spirit took a deep breath and pointed to the mountain, "That's the largest five-mountain mountain in the Middle Earth Divine Continent. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded.

She looked at the mountains in the distance, her eyes burning, "So what should you do if the mountains block your path?"

Chen Ping'an said softly: "Crawl over." ”

The corners of her mouth curled, not annoyed, and she asked, "But what about when you have a sword in your hand?"

Chen Ping'an remembered the scene where he was holding a firewood knife to open the road, and asked, "Open the mountain?"

She laughed and said, "Yes!"

The tall woman strode forward and stood in front of Chen Ping'an, she stretched out her fingers and slowly wiped them from left to right in front of her.

A tiny, tiny amount of light, on the far left, suddenly burst open.

As the sun is in the air.

Then it spreads all the way to the right.

With every inch of dazzling light, the tall woman's figure faded away.

In the end, Chen Ping'an saw an unsheathed long sword hovering in front of him, as if he had been holding the sword for tens of millions of years.

The light has dissipated.

The boy walked slowly forward and grasped the hilt of the sword.

In an instant, the straw sandals boy holding the long sword only felt that the world was turned upside down, all the qi points were vibrating, and the air flow around his body was chaotic, so that the young man could barely open his eyes.

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and said with a heart: "Together!"

The sword trembled wildly.

Like an autumn cicada on the highest branch, it speaks to heaven and earth!