There is no night ban in the town, and in the night, Chen Ping'an left Mud Bottle Lane, took a slight detour, and led the horse to Yang's shop.

After knocking on the door, it was a young man who woke up and opened the door, which should be the new disciple of Old Man Yang mentioned in Wei Yan's letter.

Chen Ping'an apologized: "Has your master slept?"

The boy yawned and asked, "What do you say?"

Chen Ping'an was speechless.

I was used to the deception and chewing of words on the side of Shujian Lake, and for a while, I was still a little uncomfortable.

The young man frowned and asked, "What are you looking for my master to do?"

Chen Ping'an smiled dumbly, was silent for a moment, and nodded: "It's true that I'm here to see a doctor." ”

The boy frowned, a little tangled.

Under the moonlight, the young man in sight, his cheeks slightly sunken, looked haggard, looked like a short-lived ghost, and his accent was from his hometown, but he had never seen it.

It's just that my master doesn't like to show up, and it is estimated that he will definitely not do this deal that is sent to the door on his own initiative tonight. What's more, there was such a big commotion before, and now the reputation and business of the Yang family shop are not very good, and a lot of neighbors have a feud, and now they all like to go to a pharmacy on the other side of the moon cake lane to grab medicine to see a doctor, he and his sister are idle every day, the master and his old man are also a strange person who has a grudge against silver, never care about the door of the Yang family's shop, his family is muttering, last year I wanted him to change the court, simply the kiln supervision and construction bureau over there is an errand, and the uncle has dredged the door, but he himself is not very happy, he feels that dealing with those officials and masters, every day when he sees people, he bows his head and bows his waist, and he is bored。

Since the old man Yang did not mean to show up, Chen Ping'an thought about coming to the shop next time, and was just about to say goodbye and leave, when a slim young woman walked out of it, with slightly dark skin and relatively slender, but it should be a beautiful embryo, Chen Ping'an also knew that this woman was one of the disciples of the old man Yang, and was the senior sister of the young man in Taoye Lane in front of him, and was born as a potter in Dragon Lane, compared to the precepts of the ancestral hall that binds the monks on the mountain outside, it seems to be more effective.

The woman's voice was like a knife grinding stone, extremely hoarse and rough, and she said slowly: "Master said, I can't help, from now on, it's okay to talk about the past, but it can't be bought and sold." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded and said with a smile: "Tell your master, I'll come back and visit." ”

The woman hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the long sword behind Chen Ping'an's back, "The guest is a pure martial artist?"

Chen Ping'an asked, "Are you too?"

The woman was silent.

Chen Ping'an asked, "Where does Zheng Dafeng live now?"

Only then did the woman continue to speak: "He likes to go to the county town to hang out, and he doesn't come to the shop often. ”

Chen Ping'an glanced at her, as well as the sleepy-eyed young man from Peach Leaf Lane, and led the horse away with a smile.

The two natives are probably not clear now, who their master is, how many saints of the Three Sects have been received in this Yang family shop, and what it means to recognize the identity of master and apprentice with Old Man Yang.

I wonder if anyone ever saw themselves like this back then?

When the young man closed the door of the shop, he complained to his senior sister who was standing motionless: "I don't like this sick guy, looking at people's eyes, cold." ”

When she was young, she was too poor and hungry, and she suffered too much hard work when she was a girl, so that until now, the woman's figure has just been drawn with the willows of ordinary market girls, she is not good at words, nor is she smiling, she did not speak, just looked at the distant figure of the horse with the sword.

She is the junior sister of the young man, and she is in a stable mood, so she came into contact with some of the master's power earlier, less than three years, she is now a pure martial artist of the fourth realm, but in order to break through the most difficult bottleneck of the three realms, she would rather die of pain than swallow the ointment in the porcelain bottle, so she survived the pass, the master didn't care at all, just sat there and swallowed the clouds and mist, and didn't even count as a cold bystander, because the old man didn't look at her at all, and only cared about himself.

After she struggled to sit up covered in blood, she hid her face with her hands and cried with joy. If you don't die in a great disaster, there will be a blessing in the future, and the old saying will not deceive people.

The old man glanced at the disciple who had survived the catastrophe, knocked on the cigarette stick on the steps, and finally said, "Your heart and toughness are only about half of a certain person's, which is worth being happy about? That person, who is not a few years older than you, was also an apprentice in the Dragon Kiln back then, and he is not as good as you, he was helpless earlier, and he relied on himself for everything." Isn't it great to break through the three realms in three years? At this point, I also want to grab the few remaining mountain peaks in Aquarius? But I do have a suggestion, the next time he breaks up the martial arts gift again, you can take the bowl, kneel on the ground, and catch what he doesn't want. Even he can't compare, and he dares to ask Zheng Dafeng who that Cao Ci is? I'm not old, and I'm not thin-skinned, but I've accepted a good disciple. Do you want me to go to your sissy uncle's grave and make a toast and say thank you?"

Either the master doesn't speak, and every time he speaks, his words can make people's hearts ache.

She is like this, and her junior brother Shi Lingshan is no better. The only difference is that the junior brother dares to complain in private, but she doesn't dare.

Chen Ping'an led the horse to the edge of the town, Li Huai's house was over there, stopped for a moment, walked out of the end of the alley, turned over the horse, first went to the nearest hill, the pearl mountain that was only bought with a gold and copper coin, drove to the top of the hill, looking at the town, late at night, the lights were slightly brightened everywhere, Fulu Street, Taoye Lane, the county government, and the Kiln Supervision and Construction Department. If you turn your head and look to the northwest, the new county town located in the north of the mountains, thousands of lights gather, so that the night sky is slightly yellow and bright, which shows the bustle over there, presumably in it, it must be a prosperous scene with lights like day.

Zhenzhu Mountain, is the smallest mountain in the west of the mountain, so small that it can no longer be small, the reason why Chen Ping'an bought it at the beginning is very simple, cheap, in addition, there is no more complicated thoughts.

At that time, I was still thinking about building a thatched hut in Zhenzhu Mountain, so that it would be more convenient to go to the town, anyway, it was only a few steps. A round trip from Pearl Mountain and Mud Bottle Lane, even if it is a hike, does not take much effort.

Chen Ping'an sat on horseback, his eyes continued to recycle from the outline of the town in the night, and looked at a route out of the town and into the mountains, when he was young, he had carried a big basket on his back, went into the mountains to collect medicine, staggered, in the scorching heat, his shoulders were strangled by the rope, and he felt like he was carrying an ancestral house in Mud Bottle Lane, which was the first time in Chen Ping'an's life that he wanted to give up, and persuaded himself with a very legitimate reason: You are young, your strength is too small, and you will talk about it tomorrow, it's a big deal to get up early tomorrow, enter the mountain in the early morning, don't rush under the sun anymore, and I didn't see any young men working in the fields along the way......

Chen Ping'an exhaled softly, turned the horse's head, and went down to Zhenzhu Mountain.

Now entering the mountain, the avenue is flat and wide, connecting the mountains, and there is no longer the ruggedness and difficulty of the past.

The mountains stretch, even if the road is opened, Luoluo Mountain is located in the south of the mountains, from the easternmost Zhenzhu Mountain all the way, it still takes a lot of time, plus Chen Ping'an walks slowly, it seems that he wants to see more of the scenery of each mountain on the way, often stop, otherwise he is leading the horse, so when Chen Ping'an arrived at the Luoluo Mountain boundary, it has been a day and two nights, this is still under the premise that Qu Huang's foot strength is far better than that of ordinary horses.

When Chen Ping'an rode a horse, he would occasionally lightly pinch the horse's belly, and Qu Huang would sharpen the horse's hooves with a sharp heart, stepping on a series of horseshoe marks on the road, and then Chen Ping'an turned his head to look.

Over the years, it has often been like this, finding something boring to do, which is not only a pleasure in suffering, but also a leisure in a busy situation.

Most of the time, Mr. Ledger, who is silent, falls in the eyes of Zeng Ye Ma Duyi and Gu Can, and there will be these weird little things many times.

He would crouch on the ground and draw a chessboard with stones, or turn over and over to study the Go-set patterns, or play a game of backgammon with himself.

One person and one ride, into the mountain gradually far-reaching.

It should be the first Wei Yan who has insight into Chen Ping'an's whereabouts, and he never showed up.

You must know that now not only Longquan County, but also the basins under the jurisdiction of Longxu River and Tiefu River, and even the area of the Embroidery River and the mansion of the wedding girl and ghost who hangs the beautiful water and high wind plaque, all belong to the Beiyue boundary.

However, Wei Yan did not appear early, which was unexpected, but it was reasonable.

In the early years, the relationship between the two was not deep, and they were first maintained by a good man, and then gradually became friends, with a little bit of "gentleman's friend" meaning, Wei Yan can only rely on personal preferences, and take Chen Ping'an around to "hunt" Beiyue jurisdiction, help put a talisman of Beiyue Mountain Temple on Chen Ping'an's body, but now that the two are deeply implicated and tend to be allies, they have to talk about avoiding suspicion, even if it is superficial work, you have to do it, otherwise it is estimated that the Dali court will be unhappy, you Wei Bai is the first Wuyue god respected by our court, just join forces with people to do business, and then bargain to the death of the Dali Song family? Even if Wei Yan is willing to do this, he doesn't care about the face of the Dali Song family, relying on the identity of a Beiyue Zhengshen who has already been in the bag, arrogant and arrogant, and wantonly grabbing real benefits for himself and others, Chen Ping'an does not dare to agree, the business of getting rich overnight, the friendship that flows through the water, obviously the latter is more secure.

What's more, Wei Yan has always been thoughtful and far-sighted, and he is trustworthy.

Otherwise, Chen Ping'an would not have sent so many letters to Piyun Mountain over the years.

At dawn, I finally came to the foot of Luoluo Mountain.

The mountain gate built the archway building, but there is no plaque yet, in fact, it stands to reason that there is a mountain temple on the top of Luoluo Mountain, which should hang a mountain god plaque, but the mountain god who was born as a former kiln supervisor was unlucky, and Chen Ping'an as the foundation of the family business is located in Luoluo Mountain, "under the fence" Not to mention, the relationship with Wei Bai is very stiff, plus there is an unfathomable martial arts master living on the side of the bamboo building, and then there is a black python often wandering around Luoluo Mountain, when Li Xisheng was on the wall of the bamboo building, with that small snow cone to write the character of the text, it is even more harmful to the whole Luoluo Mountain to fall a few points, the mountain temple is the most affected, one and two, the mountain god temple of Luoluo Mountain is one of the three mountain temples in Longquan County, the incense is the most bleak, this mountain god who molded the golden body after his death, can be described as unpleasant everywhere.

Wei Yan slowly walked down the mountain, followed by Shi Rou far behind.

Chen Ping'an turned over and dismounted, and asked with a smile, "How many of them are Pei Qian?"

Wei Yan gloated: "I deliberately didn't tell them your whereabouts, the three little guys thought that you, the master and the gentleman, were going to return to Longquan County from Red Candle Town, and now they must be waiting for it, as for Zhu Yong, he has been wandering around the county town in the past few days, saying that he accidentally fell in love with a good seedling who practices martial arts, and he is too tall to say that the golden body realm is promising, so he wants to give his young master a lottery after returning home." ”

Chen Ping'an and Wei Yan walked side by side, Shi Rou still followed from a distance, just nodded to each other with Chen Ping'an, even if they had said hello.

Chen Ping'an apologized: "I am really sorry that the matter of buying the mountain has been delayed again and again." ”

Wei Yan, dressed in white, walked on the mountain road, like a god on the lake, Ling Bo walked slightly, and a golden earring hung on one side of his ear, which was really a god among gods, he smiled: " In fact, at the end of the eleventh year of Yongjia, this business was almost about to collapse, and the Dali Imperial Court took the Niujiao Mountain Xianjia Ferry, which was not suitable to be sold to monks, and should be included in the Dali military, as a reason, it has been clearly shown that there are signs of repentance, at most it is to sell you and me one or two side mountains, the big and useless kind, which is a little compensation for face, and I can't insist anymore, but as soon as the New Year comes, the Dali Rite Department temporarily shelves the matter, and the first month passes, and when the old men of the Dali Rite Department are busy with things, after the festival, eat and drink, and return to Longquan County again, suddenly changed their tone again, and said that they can wait a little longer, I estimate that you should be in Shujian Lake to end smoothly。 ”

Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly: "It's not going well. ”

Wei Yan turned his head to look at Chen Ping'an's appearance now, and said with a smile: "You can see that it is only slightly better than the 'shape and bones' that ordinary people must go through when they enter the Shinto, and it is miserable." Pei Qian saw you, and most of them couldn't recognize you. ”

Chen Ping'an scratched his head and sighed, "Even if the matter of buying the mountain is negotiated, I still have a lot of debts over there in Shujian Lake." ”

Wei Yan smiled and said: "After all, it's just a nerve-wracking word for money, it's better than the initial mood ups and downs, everything is wrong, it's too much, right?"

Chen Ping'an smiled, nodded and said, "It's this reason." ”

Wei Yan said suddenly: "I don't have the money to borrow you, it's just an empty shelf of the Beiyue gods, but if you can use this to kidnap the immortal money, you just have to take it, and earn the money, count your ability." ”

Chen Ping'an rubbed his hands lightly and said with a smile: "What's so embarrassing about this." ”

Wei Yan was stunned for a moment, listening to his tone, not like the Chen Ping'an back then, as long as he was not careful, this guy would go down the slope of the donkey, and really want to pull the tiger skin banner of Beiyue Zhengshen to make money? Wei Yan hurriedly patted Chen Ping'an on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, forget it, where am I embarrassed to make you embarrassed, friend, be considerate of each other......"

Shi Rou followed behind the two from a distance, to be honest, she was really startled when she saw Chen Ping'an's first face at the gate of Luoluo Mountain before.

I haven't seen you for a few years, and it's changed a little too much.

Could it be that without Sui You, Lu Baixiang, Wei Xian, and Zhu Yong by his side, he could only single-handedly break through that Shujian Lake, and then he gave Ye Xiu countless Shujian Lake, played out the original form, and mixed it very miserably? Shi Rou will not underestimate Chen Ping'an because of this, after all, the lawlessness of Shujian Lake, in the past few years, through the chats between Zhu Yong and the mountain god Wei Yan, she knows a little bit of the inside story, and understands that a Chen Ping'an, even if there is Zhu Yong by her side, she is destined to be unable to rely on her fists on the side of Shujian Lake to fight a bloody way, after all, a Zhenjun Liu Zhimao is enough for all outsiders to drink a pot, not to mention that there is another Liu Laocheng returning to Shujian Lake in the back, which is the only one in the Aquarius Continent to cultivate in the Five Realms.

Chen Ping'an said: "Tell Pei Qian and them, don't let them wait stupidly in Red Candle Town." ”

Wei Yan smiled, nodded, whistled, and said, "Hurry back, Chen Ping'an is already in Luoluo Mountain." ”

If there is a leaf of duckweed, it swirls in the turbulent water and disappears in a flash.

Then near the eaves of a roof in Red Candle Town, there was Wei Yan's familiar voice, which sounded beside Pei Qian's three little guys.

Pei Qian, who was holding his cheeks, stared wide-eyed, "Really?"

The boy in Tsing Yi who was lying on the roof basking in the sun rubbed his chin, "I think Wei Yan is bluffing, he is full of food, and he is teasing us." ”

The girl in the pink skirt sitting next to Pei Qian said softly, "Mr. Wei shouldn't lie to people in this kind of thing, right?"

Pei Qian stood up suddenly, clenched his hands into fists, and slammed them lightly, "My master is really unexpected, he caught us off guard without making a sound, do you say it's amazing!"

The girl in the pink skirt covered her mouth and smiled.

The little boy in Tsing Yi said angrily: "What a fart, we have been waiting here for so many days, seeing that I don't ask him for a red envelope as soon as we meet, I am anxious with Chen Ping'an if there is one less." ”

Pei Qian turned his head to look at the boy in Tsing Yi, and at the same time pressed the hilt of the wrong sword on his waist with a small hand, and said earnestly: "Friends are friends, but the world is big, and the master is the biggest, if you don't pay attention to the rules all day long, and want to take advantage of my master's small advantage all day long, I will take your dog's head." ”

said it is very old-fashioned, which is Pei Qian's consistent style.

It's probably because of his young age, and he likes to say some big and weird things, so it's hard for people to tell which of Pei Qian's words is true and which are unintentional words that can be taken as ears.

The boy in Tsing Yi rolled his eyes and said, "Just rely on your three-legged cat kung fu?"

Pei Qian shook his head, "I'm familiar with the old cook, ask him to kill you, and I'll take your dog's head again, and I'm not wrong." ”

The girl in the pink skirt was a little nervous, for fear that the two guys would fight if they disagreed.

Although the two of them often quarrel, but they really don't do it, they really haven't done it, and the two of them often like "Wendou", talking about some fairy tricks that move mountains and seas, and compete with each other.

The little boy in Tsing Yi weighed the weight of the martial artist in the Far Away Realm, as well as the relationship between the old cook and Pei Qian, and then Wei Yan's snobbery, who seemed to be very impressed with Pei Qian, he was very sad in his heart, and immediately jumped up, so he had to say with a flattering face: " Pei Nuxia, why can't you afford to joke so much, Chen Ping'an is your master, and also my master, the family is harmonious and wealthy, what do you say that a dog head is not a dog head, besides, I am not a dog, I am a big dragon who has slapped the shoulder several times in the Taoist Three Palms, in our Lizhu Dongtian and Longquan County, who dare? With my heroic spirit, you should respect me a little more, don't say this kind of angry words in the future, naïve, not good. ”

Pei Qian said seriously: "I'm not joking with you, we people in the rivers and lakes, a mouthful of spit and a nail!"

The little boy in Tsing Yi said with a hippie smile: "I know, I know." ”

The girl in the pink skirt breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a good thing the two of them didn't turn their faces, otherwise she really wouldn't know how to be a peacemaker.

The three of them were on the roofs of Red Candle Town, and soon left the town and entered the mountains, a big black snake entrenched in no one swam out, and a deep trace was crushed out of its abdomen, and the momentum was amazing, Pei Qian took the lead in jumping on the head of the black snake in Luoluo Mountain, sitting cross-legged, and stacking the bamboo knife and bamboo sword on his knees.

The girl in the pink skirt sits in the center of the black snake's back.

The boy in Tsing Yi stood on the tail of the black snake, swaying and shaking, but when he looked at the slender back of the black charcoal girl, he felt a little gloomy in his heart, and at that moment before, he felt the natural oppression of the black charcoal girl.

This uncomfortable feeling made him very uncomfortable.

The first time I noticed the strangeness of Pei Qian's body, it was in the mountains, they chased and intercepted the scurrying earth dog that had become a fine spirit, Pei Qian was covered in grass and wood debris, and there were several small blood grooves on his face that were hooked by the branches of the trees, and finally blocked the "wild dog" The way, she was unaware of the painless injury on her body, only the desperate wild dog in her eyes, her eyes were bright, her thumb pressed the handle of the knife, and slowly pushed the knife out of the sheath, she bent on her waist, staring at the wild dog, the bamboo knife was out of the sheath an inch, and her eyes were hot.

Since then, the little boy in Tsing Yi has not regarded Pei Qian as a little girl who does not understand the world.

He was even a little puzzled, Chen Ping'an, who was a decent man and a gentleman, why did he find such a little freak as a disciple?

The black snake from Qidun Mountain is extremely familiar with the mountain road back to his hometown.

Pei Qian, and the little boy in Tsing Yi pink skirt, the three of them have their own thoughts.

Pei Qian gently tapped the head of the black snake with the bottom of the scabbard, frowned, and said, "Don't be lazy, hurry up, otherwise one day I will learn the mad demon swordsmanship, and I will use you to practice." ”

"Seated" Black Snake had to speed up.

Over there in Luoluo Mountain.

Chen Ping'an returned to the bamboo building with mixed feelings.

Along the way, Wei Yan and Chen Ping'an had finished chatting, and returned to Phiyun Mountain first with the natal power of the mountain and water gods who shrunk into inches.

Shi Rou looked at Chen Ping'an's back on the second floor, hesitated, moved a bamboo chair, and sat under the eaves, very curious about what the relationship between Chen Ping'an and the old man surnamed Cui was.

The old man is not like a pure martial artist, but more like an old Confucian who has retired to the mountains and forests, Wei Yan and Zhu Yong seem to have a very tacit understanding, and they don't say anything in front of her, they all don't exist as old men.

The old man wanted to cultivate Pei Qian at first, but he just gently pinched his muscles and bones, Pei Qian rolled all over the ground, a handful of snot and tears, looking at the old man pitifully, the old man had an awkward expression on his own initiative to step on shit, Pei Qian took advantage of the old man's stunned mind, tiptoed away, and after that, he didn't get close to the bamboo building for several days, wandering around the mountains, and then simply left the mountains in the west, went to the pastry shop in Qilong Lane, and became a small shopkeeper, anyway, he didn't want to see the old man. After that, the old man surnamed Cui was dead to Pei Qian, occasionally standing on the second floor looking at the scenery, squinting at Pei Qian, just like seeing a young phoenix Yuluan staying in the chicken coop all day long, the little guy was very happy, which made the old man in a Confucian shirt a little helpless.

Chen Ping'an knocked on the door and entered.

The old man surnamed Cui sat cross-legged, opened his eyes, and looked at Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an sat opposite the old man, carrying the sword fairy on his back, and the sword raising glove hanging from his waist.

The old man felt that the sword was a bit of an eyesore, as for the sword cultivation gourd, it was slightly better, Jianghu Erlang, drink some wine, it was nothing, "Just rely on these external objects to get out of that filthy place alive?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I can't say 'just', but without this sword, I really can't survive." On Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, he was almost killed by a Upper Five Realm Wild Cultivator. ”

The old man sneered: "If people really want to kill you, it doesn't matter if you have this sword or not. ”

Chen Ping'an said: "Between killing or not killing, without this sword, the possibility of killing will be very great." ”

The old man frowned in displeasure.

Chen Ping'an said slowly: "On the road of martial arts, of course, we must pursue the word purity, but if you deliberately put yourself in the danger of life and death again and again for the sake of perfection 'purity', I don't think it's good. I think the purity of practicing boxing, to first in the matter of cultivating the mind, more pure than the people who cultivate the Tao on the mountain, first to achieve a clean state of mind, when punching mixed with a lot of external objects, afterwards there is a chance to peel off, this is the pure foundation of martial arts, otherwise the road of martial arts, the road is long and obstructive, bumpy and difficult, and there is a broken road waiting ahead, if you still like to tell yourself to die, how to go far?"

The old man propped his fists on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and sneered: "Why, after going out and wandering for a few years, I feel that I have a great ability, and I am already qualified to talk to me about some big?"

When the old man was just a few minutes in front of him, the house on the second floor of the bamboo building was instantly full of fist intent like a flood, surging towards Chen Ping'an.

Even Shi Rou outside the bamboo building sensed the astonishing momentum of this flood about to burst the embankment.

Chen Ping'an sat in place, unmoved, his body was like this, his mood was like this, and he was both physically and mentally.

If there is a swift wind blowing indoors.

Chen Ping'an kept sliding backwards, but his waist was still straight, even if his back was against the wall, he still didn't change his sitting posture at all.

The old man sighed, and there seemed to be pity in his eyes, "Chen Ping'an, are you already so afraid of death after a trip to Shujian Lake? Don't you wonder why you have been unable to break through the bottleneck of the Five Realms for a long time? Do you really think that it is because of your own suppression? Or do you dare not investigate it yourself?"

Chen Ping'an was silent.

The old man looked at the withered young man with his back against the wall, "Fear of death is fear of death, you don't dare to admit it, of course, you have all kinds of reasons for being afraid of death, I won't laugh at you for this, but it's worth having fun in the world, that's it, whether it's martial arts or cultivation, but it doesn't matter whether your ideas are reasonable or not, so your truth is right, but unfortunately, you can't use a correct truth for you to convince your own heart." Now that you want to practice swords, this obsession is getting deeper and deeper. I guess that in the past few years in Shujian Lake, you often have thoughts, inadvertently ups and downs, flashes of light, but you don't know it, one is that the martial artist doesn't seem to be strong enough, and the other is that the sword fairy is too chic. This is human nature, you have never seen my real shot, but you have walked through the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and I believe that there are more than one or two sword immortals you have seen with your own eyes. ”

Chen Ping'an wanted to speak and stopped, as if he wanted to refute.

The old man said with a smile: "When I fed my fists, I punched too much, and my fists were measured, and I beat your Three Realms Martial Arts Road to an extremely smooth level, so although you did suffer too much pain, the road was very ...... Gentle, this is naturally my strength, it doesn't hurt your physical essence at all, and it doesn't hurt your heart in the slightest. But the sword fairy style you see, you don't care about your state of mind as a little martial artist, the sword intent is thousands of miles, angry bullfighting opens the sea of clouds, just like a casual slap, on your heart to shoot out a big hole, you are also a half-hung reader who likes to introspect, like to turn back when there is nothing to do, to see if you have gone wrong, never thought that every time you look back, you have to subconsciously take a look at those holes, such as condensing the abyss, such as watching the deep well, falling deep into it, can not extricate yourself. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "In the old dragon city, I realized this, the sword cultivation left and right in Jiaolong Ditch had a great impact on me, plus the sword that Wei Jin broke through the sky curtain before, and the sword of the sea of clouds that Fan Junmao of the old dragon city flew to Osmanthus Island......"

Speaking of this, Chen Ping'an's expression was solemn, "But after entering Shujian Lake, I am not unaware of it as my predecessors said, in fact, on the contrary, I have consciously eliminated this influence little by little." ”

The old man laughed and said, "Throw stones into the well, and be careful every time, try not to splash at the bottom of the well, are you full?"

Chen Ping'an suddenly realized, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and asked, "Dare to ask seniors, then what should I do?"

The old man sneered: "It seems that a trip to Shujian Lake has made you look haggard, not to mention, and even a brain that was originally okay has rusted. ”

Chen Ping'an just stared at the old man.

The old man was silent for a moment, "Fortunately, some things haven't been lost yet, otherwise they would really be hopeless." ”

The old man raised a fist, "Practice martial arts." ”

The old man raised his other hand and put his fingers together, "Practice the sword." ”

Then the old man stood up with his hands in a hurry, condescendingly, overlooking Chen Ping'an, and said: "Even if you can have both, then how to divide the primary and secondary? Divide the primary and secondary, and how to divide the order at the moment? I didn't understand anything, a mess, all day long, you deserve to go around in circles outside the pass where the city gate is wide open, and you are still complacent, telling yourself that you can't break the bottleneck, but you just don't want to." Having said that, it's really simple for you to enter the Six Realms, but it's like a person with a crotch full of, entering the door from outside the house, mistakenly thinking that you can change into clean clothes when you enter the house, but in fact, those is also brought into the house, not on your body, but still in the house. Fortunately, you stumbled into it by mistake, and finally didn't break through the realm, otherwise you would have climbed to the second floor from the five realms to the six realms like this, and you would have come to see me?"

The old man stomped his foot slightly.

Chen Ping'an's back was blown by the fierce wind blowing against the wall, and he had to use his elbows against the wall of the bamboo building, and then tried his best not to let the back of his head against the wall.

A pure true qi in the body is like a fire dragon swimming through the holes.

The old man squinted, still standing in place, but suddenly raised a foot and kicked it in the direction of Chen Ping'an's forehead, and with a bang, the back of Chen Ping'an's head slammed into the wall, and the pure true qi in his body also stagnated, like carrying a mountain, pressing the fire dragon could only crawl on the ground.

The old man sighed: "Chen Ping'an, you really haven't thought about why you haven't practiced boxing for three years, and you can still hold your breath? You know, boxing can still sharpen yourself when you don't practice boxing, but your body bones can hold it? You really think you are a martial artist of the Golden Body Realm? You have never asked yourself?"

Chen Ping'an had difficulty breathing, and his face was distorted.

I knew that I would have a lot to suffer when I returned to Zhulou this time, but I didn't expect it to be so straightforward.

But the old man's question made Chen Ping'an's heart feel like "reining in from a cliff", his mind suddenly stopped like a horse, temporarily abandoning the suppression brought by the old man's fist, calming down, concentrating, and thinking about this problem that he had vaguely thought about before but had passed it off.

The old man raised his foot again, kicked his toe at Chen Ping'an's abdomen at the wall, and a wisp of fist intent just hit the extremely subtle fire dragon true qi.

Chen Ping'an vaguely noticed that the head and tail of the fire dragon, and the four claws, suddenly bloomed three strings of sounds like firecrackers and spring thunder outside the door of his heart.

The old man said: "Obviously, there are cultivators, with a very clever and unique method, quietly warm your breath of pure true qi, if I am not mistaken, it must be a Taoist master, with the head of the true qi fire dragon, implanted with three flame seeds, as a Taoist 'heavenly palace inner courtyard', with the method of fire refining, to help you open up the spine joints of this fire dragon inch by inch, so that you are expected to have a glorious body, one step ahead, skip the six realms, and boil the foundation of the golden body realm in advance, the effect is like the golden and jade-shaped skeleton pursued by cultivators." It's not too big, but it's clever and wonderful, and the heat is excellent, so let's say, who is it?"

Chen Ping'an looked dazed.

Since the old man has seen the roots, he is no longer embarrassed by Chen Ping'an, and reins in his momentum, Chen Ping'an sat against the wall, sweating.

In the end, Chen Ping'an moved, and said with a wry smile: "I once met a friend's master, the Taoist name Fire Dragon Zhenren, and now I think about it, at that time, the Taoist who embroidered the fire dragon in the Taoist robe did stretch out his finger and gave me a few clicks. ”

The barefoot old man frowned, "Why did this old immortal give you a chance for nothing?"

On the road of cultivation, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and we must not ignore them.

Chen Ping'an wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "I gave that friend a small seal carved by the Great Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain." ”

The old man nodded, "Mountain top monk, you don't want to owe, you are afraid of cause and effect, you give it away, he pays it back, it makes sense." ”

Then the old man suddenly asked, "That's it?"

didn't wait for Chen Ping'an to say anything.

The old man kicked out, Chen Ping'an's head was like a hammer, hit the wall, and fainted directly, the old man didn't even leave Chen Ping'an a chance to slander his mother.

The old man sneered: "At a young age, the twilight is dull, it is really underwhelming." ”

Another kick made Chen Ping'an's body hit the wall, and after falling to the ground, he bounced, and just after he was awake because of the pain, he fainted again because of the pain.

From beginning to end, the old man did not deliberately hide his qi and words.

Under the eaves of the bamboo building, the female ghost Shi Rou sat on the emerald green bamboo chair, cramped and uneasy, she swallowed her saliva, and suddenly felt that compared to Chen Ping'an, who was beaten to death as soon as she climbed the stairs, she had really lived a fairy life in Luoluo Mountain in the past few years.