The small turquoise sword held in the palm of his hand, the name is fifteen.

How did Chen Ping'an feel that choosing a name was more sloppy than himself.

Chen Ping'an clearly felt a slightly cool breath that penetrated into his skin, but after that, it made people feel warm, warm all over, like basking in the winter sun. Chen Ping'an noticed that the mysterious aura slowly flowed through the qi acupoints along the meridians in his body, and finally chose to stop in the place where a wisp of sword qi was hidden before, swept into it, and swirled leisurely in the empty "mansion", echoing with the other acupuncture where the silver sword embryo roosted.

Old man Yang spit out the smoke ring, nodded and said: "To my surprise, this sword is quite related to you, it shouldn't have been so smooth, I also want to send the Buddha to the west, help you once, first subdue this flying sword in a certain hole in you, and then rely on your perseverance to make it obey orders." ”

The old man used his supernatural powers to see the unusually tame and serene flying sword in Chen Ping'an's Qi Mansion, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "I'm really a little curious, I ask you two questions, do you want to answer them, you can do it." Chen Ping'an, you have been practicing boxing for so long, and you have only stepped on the threshold of the Three Realms with one foot, are you in a hurry?

Chen Ping'an replied honestly: "I will be in a hurry, but I know that it is useless to be anxious, because it is the same as burning porcelain blanks, the more anxious I am, the more mistakes I make, so I don't think about it, sometimes I can't stop thinking, so I let my head empty, and go to the pile with instinct, or pick a place with a wide field of vision, practice the sword furnace, if it still doesn't work, I will read and practice calligraphy, if it doesn't work, I will have no way, just think nonsense, such as thinking about how much money I have at the moment......"

Speaking of this, Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed.

Old man Yang's face was as usual, "Continue to the second question." ”

Chen Ping'an subconsciously straightened his waist, didn't think about concealing it, he didn't want to hide it at all, just like a poor bastard with four walls, showing off the most valuable objects in the family, full of unreasonable self-confidence, "I fought with someone on the embroidery river, and I became more and more sure of one thing, that is, when I feel that I am right, no matter who the opponent is, every time I punch, I can be very fast! Every next time, it will only be faster!"

Old man Yang asked, "Soon, give you 10,000 punches and 100,000 punches, can you hit the corner of my clothes?"

Chen Ping'an was not discouraged in the slightest, and naturally blurted out: "I will compare myself first, I feel that I have a clear conscience, and then compare myself with others!"

Old man Yang snorted, "Thinking so, it's right for you." ”

Ma Kuxuan, who is also from a small town, is the ultimate on another road, pursuing the real top of 10,000 people, leaders and peers. It's not that Ma Kuxuan is too conceited, but his talent is too good, and he doesn't dare to think so, it's a tyrannical thing. If God doesn't take it, he will be blamed.

As for the alley boy in front of him who has just taken off the hosta, it should be on another road, it looks inconspicuous at first, and then it is still inconspicuous, no matter how many times I look at it, at most I think it's not bad, in fact, it's not so stupid, it's still a bit fancy, and then most people will stop paying attention.

Old man Yang said: "I will teach you two sets of mantras for controlling the 'fifteen', one is used to warm the sword yuan, and the other is used to open the lock and close the door. ”

Chen Ping'an asked in advance: "With two flying swords in the body at the same time, won't there be conflicts?"

Old man Yang sneered: "Ruan Qiong doesn't have two natal swords, this is still because he must consume a lot of heavenly treasures and some personal matters in order to forge swords and seek Taoism, otherwise with his qualifications and family background, it will be fine to raise two more." The natal flying sword, it depends on the chance, the time is not enough, a hundred years can not be begged, the time has come, and it can't be stopped. It's just that the natal sword is a thing, not a soldier on the battlefield, the more the merrier, the realm of sword cultivation dreams, known as one sword to break ten thousand laws, why not say 'two swords and three swords'? As for you, Chen Ping'an, practicing boxing is hanging, why practicing swords, I don't bother to guess, but outside the mountains, magic weapons and the like, you are like saving copper coins, you think there is a lot of money, and it is too tiring to put it in your pocket?

Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "How big is the square inch of 'fifteen', and how many things can be contained?"

Old man Yang smiled: "It's about the same length, width and height as your locust wood sword, it's okay, it's better than ordinary square inches." A mountain of gold and silver can't fit, but at least you don't need to carry a big bamboo basket to the rivers and lakes. Remember, don't put living things into square inches, such as that sword embryo Chu Yi, once you forcibly ingest it, it will break some of the rules of the 'Cave Heaven and Blessed Land', and you will be burned, and then you will feel distressed. ”

After that, the old man Yang taught Chen Ping'an two sets of formulas, repeated them twice, and after Chen Ping'an remembered them, the old man continued to smoke dry tobacco, and the smoke rose and rose.

In the dark, Chen Ping'an seemed to have built a single-plank bridge with the jasper sword in the Qi Mansion, and he was able to talk to him, and that feeling was wonderful.

Chen Ping'an's mind moved, his soul trembled slightly, and the flying sword came out of his body without hindrance, but he couldn't stop it, and he went straight to Old Man Yang, Old Man Yang didn't blink his eyes, and the green and shining pocket flying sword seemed to hit a high wall, and it bounced back to Chen Ping'an in a daze, and disappeared in a flash, quickly slipping back to the Qi Mansion, like a sulking child, unwilling to take care of Chen Ping'an's heart.

Chen Ping'an was a little panicked.

Old man Yang felt a little funny, and said slowly: "The previous masters before fifteen, which one was not a very famous person, I have never met such a stupid master as you, and the imperial sword is so bad, it naturally makes it feel embarrassed, so it is reluctant to come out and show its face." It's okay, as long as you practice diligently, when you get in touch with each other in the future, it will be even closer, and when you win its true approval, you, the master, will have more dominance, even if it wants it to crush itself and dissipate between heaven and earth, it is not difficult. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded, relieved, as long as he can do things by burying his head in the work, he can do better, and Chen Ping'an is not afraid.

He is afraid of things that no matter how hard he tries, he can't do well, such as burning porcelain.

Old man Yang said suddenly: "Do you know why Fifteen is willing to choose to share the honor and disgrace with you even though he knows that your qualifications are average? Because you thought of a crucial word 'fast'. This is fundamentally related to the sword intent of the fifteenth. Fifteen, this flying sword, is fast, so fast that all opponents are caught off guard, take the lead, and be invincible. ”

Chen Ping'an suddenly realized, and at the same time thought of the sword embryo whose real name is "Xiao Yudu", the reason why he clash with himself is probably because he has not yet realized its sword intent.

Old man Yang waved his hand, "I haven't been moving around much lately, and I'm quietly waiting for Ruan Qiong's news." ”

Chen Ping'an wanted to speak and stopped.

The old man said angrily: "New Year's greetings, not to mention whether I am willing to make an exception, you kid can get something that makes me look at it?" Take a step back, even if there is something I can see, are you willing to give it? As for the belongings you kept at the blacksmith's shop, I'll have someone bring them to you, but your presence near the sword furnace is too dazzling and inappropriate. ”

Chen Ping'an knew the old man's temper, did not drag mud and water, got up and left the Yang family pharmacy.

Just stepped out of the door of the pharmacy, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but turn back again, passed the side room, and saw the old man sitting in place swallowing clouds and mist, Chen Ping'an bowed to the old man.

Old man Yang accepted it calmly.

After Chen Ping'an left again, the old man knocked on the yellowish bamboo pole dry smoke, and his thoughts were fluttering.

In the long years, the old man secretly did countless transactions, and even today, he is still not too optimistic about the young man. Some people really have a good life, so good that they can be described as a flood of blessings, and they will often continue to be good until a certain bad life comes, and the mountain collapses and the ground cracks, and they can sing and cry. But life is hard, it's still hard to get up, ups and downs, ups and downs, if you really want to go up as high as you want, it's difficult, it's easy to be distanced by those pride of the sky, and you can only eat dust behind other people's butts.

Chen Ping'an is like an old man's nose, a weed next to the crop field, being pressed down again and again in the wind and rain, lingering for a long time, maybe a soil dog doesn't like to pull aside, but every time the spring breeze blows, every time the new year is new.

Therefore, Old Man Yang is willing to take advantage of the trend, he might as well bet on this originally least optimistic teenager, a small bet is pleasant, and it will not hurt his muscles and bones if he loses, and winning is an additional surprise.

If your life is good, you have to go all at once.

Life is hard, there is more stamina.

But Old Man Yang knows that the general trend, the world of great contention, the contention of hundreds of schools, and the rise of the heroes will be a "big year" of geniuses, which will not be encountered in a thousand years.

On the road of cultivation, step by step, step by step, it is really difficult for you Chen Ping'an to stand out.

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Chen Ping'an walked on the side street and said to himself: "Fifteen, I'm sorry to make you lose face." In the future, I will definitely work hard to practice the Edgeworth mantra so that I will not make a fool of myself like today. ”

Chen Ping'an did feel a little guilty.

When others are kind to him, if he can't do something, Chen Ping'an will have a bad conscience.

The turquoise flying sword in that qi mansion jumped slightly, and it seemed that his mood improved instantly, and he forgave Chen Ping'an for his lame sword control that had been smiling and generous before.

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but smile, thinking that compared to the short-tempered junior high one, who was also a natal flying sword, fifteen was really much gentle.

As a result, Chen Ping'an just had such an idea, and the sword embryo began to leave the nest as soon as he was young, turning over the river and the sea, and Chen Ping'an was so painful that he stood in place, unable to step out of the place.

Fifteen noticed something unusual, swept out of the air mansion, swam all the way, quickly passed through many passes, and finally came to the "door of the house" of the first year of junior high school, hanging in the air, spinning slightly, as if hesitating to visit.

Chen Ping'an really couldn't move forward normally, so he had to move with difficulty and sit on the steps at the fork in the street.

Probably attracted by the attention of the flying sword fifteen, the sword embryo let Chen Ping'an go.

The two natal flying swords of "unladylikeness" hovered outside the inner door of the Qifu Gate, which was not only like a menacing confrontation, but also like a hesitant encounter.

Chen Ping'an took advantage of this gap, hurriedly took a big breath, took a short rest, and trotted to Qilong Lane, called the boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt, and returned to Luoluo Mountain.

The first day of the new year is not the fifteenth.

Huff.

Approaching Zhenzhu Mountain, during the first day of the first month, he tossed and knocked Chen Ping'an again, making Chen Ping'an almost roll on the ground, so he had to grit his teeth and squat on the ground, sweating profusely, and almost fainted with black eyes. Chen Ping'an can only fight for the breathing method of fate turning eighteen stops, because now the big bottleneck between six and seven has been broken, so that Chen Ping'an can vaguely maintain that little bit of clarity in the tug-of-war process with the sword embryo, but the price paid for this is to clearly perceive the huge pain caused by the shock of all the gods, and this torture is no less than the pain of peeling the skin and the pain of Ling Chi.

Fifteen was ready to do this, but still did not leave the perch, as if he was planning to watch the fire from the other side for the time being before making up his mind.

When Chu Yi was satisfied to regain his calm, Chen Ping'an's whole person had just been fished out of the water, and he continued to hurry with staggering steps, staggering and staggering, but even Chen Ping'an didn't realize that the fist intent that flowed in him invisibly became more and more solid.

In the middle of the mountains, there was a barefoot old man in ragged clothes, whose vision was cloudy, like a headless fly running around, stumbling, and repeating "What about the gentleman, where is the gentleman of my family......"

In an instant, the crazy old man's eyes suddenly brightened a little, and after looking around, he did not rise from the ground, let alone fly against the wind, but took a deep breath, closed his eyes, carefully investigated the trend of the mountain range, and then stepped out, and walked directly in front of the group of three, the old man looked at the sweaty young man and asked, "Are you called Chen Ping'an?"

Chen Ping'an's body tensed, and he nodded: "Yes, is there something wrong with the old gentleman looking for me?"

The boy in Tsing Yi had dull eyes and a dead heart.

Why, when I left the town, I thought it was a bird flying in the sky, and then I walked on the deserted road in the mountains, and I began to punch and kill my own fairies and monsters?

The old man's expression was anxious, and he hurriedly asked, "I'm Cui Yunwei...... I'm Cui Yun's grandfather, and you're his husband now?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, becoming more cautious, "Yes." ”

The old man spoke very quickly, "How is he doing now?

Chen Ping'an thought about it, and it was difficult to answer this question. Because of the young national teacher Cui Yun, or Cui Dongshan who went to the Mountain Cliff Academy, that trip was really not good. Chen Ping'an didn't want to deceive this down-and-out old man who claimed to be Grandpa Cui Yun, but he didn't dare to tell the truth, subconsciously, Chen Ping'an felt that the old man in front of him was very similar to the previous mountain-moving ape in Zhengyang Mountain, but the difference was only that the two cultivated high and low, as for the mountain-moving ape that was taller, but the old man in front of him was taller, Chen Ping'an's Taoism was too low, and he couldn't see the depth at all.

The old man just frowned, which made Chen Ping'an and the two little guys feel a suffocating sense of oppression, and the old man snorted coldly: "Although you are my grandson's husband, I should respect you, but a pure martial artist who can't even reach the three realms, how can you be my grandson's mentor? !

The sloppy old man's eyes were as sharp as knives, and he stared at Chen Ping'an, "Take me to a place you think is safe, I'll help you!"

Without waiting for Chen Ping'an to nod and shake his head, the old man stood beside Chen Ping'an, grabbing Chen Ping'an's shoulder with his five fingers like a hook, "Say it quickly! Don't wait for me, I'll be sober at most with a stick of incense, don't waste time!"

Chen Ping'an was confused.

But the old man casually shook his shoulder, not only Chen Ping'an was in pain, but even the flying swords of the first and fifteenth years of the junior high school were buzzing and wailing. After all, the power they can exert is closely related to Chen Ping'an's realm cultivation, so there is no way to go out to stop the old man's aggressiveness at the moment.

The boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt didn't dare to move, not because they didn't want to, but because they couldn't.

Legend has it that the pure martial arts who have reached the top of the world, such as the mountain peak realm of the ninth realm, the momentum is condensed, and the outward release is like a sword qi pouring out, unstoppable, just a shout of anger, can shatter the enemy's courage feat, whether it is in the rivers and lakes or in the battlefield, it is not uncommon.

The old man shouted angrily: "Say it quickly, grind and chirp, the old man doesn't care if you are his grandson's husband, and he will break your hands and feet with one punch!"

Chen Ping'an's eyes were resolute, gritting his teeth and luck, ready to fight to the death and fight for a glimmer of life for himself.

The old man looked at him, laughed, let go of the young man's shoulder, took a step back, and laughed loudly: "Little baby, it's a bit of a doorway, it's not bad, it's a good material!

Wei Yan appeared on the mountain road in white clothes, and after a moment of silence, he smiled at Chen Ping'an: "You might as well take this old gentleman to the bamboo building." If you promise, I'll lead the way. ”

The old man looked at Wei Yan, "Yo, it's been a long time since I've seen such a dog-like mountain god, it's interesting and interesting, when the old man recovers some strength, I must find you to learn if I have the opportunity." ”

Wei Yan smiled and said: "Old gentleman, don't talk to me, polish your grandson's husband's martial arts realm, it is estimated that he will be busy enough." ”

The old man had a sarcastic smile on his face, "Don't talk nonsense, take me to Chen Ping'an's territory, what is it called Luoluo Mountain, I know that there is a suitable place to sharpen knives over there, lead the way!"

Wei Yan was not annoyed at all by the old man's domineering momentum, nodded with a smile, snapped his fingers, the landscape reversed, and the group instantly appeared outside the Luoluo Mangosteen Building.

Chen Ping'an looked at Wei Yan, who nodded slightly.

The old man grabbed his shoulder, jumped lightly to the second floor, and pushed the door with Chen Ping'an, the old man raised his eyebrows, and laughed happily: "Good place, really good place! It's finally a bit of my gentleman's bearing. ”

The old man took a few steps back, "Chen Ping'an, can you endure hardship?"

Chen Ping'an, who was inexplicable from beginning to end, nodded subconsciously and said, "You can eat it." ”

The old man asked again, "Can you suffer a lot?"

Chen Ping'an didn't dare to answer this question.

The old man was a little unhappy, and scolded and said: "Like a little girl, it's okay, if it doesn't work, it's not okay, what a big deal!

Chen Ping'an silently told himself that the old man's brain in front of him was not very bright, so he didn't need to take it to heart, just let him say it.

The old man stepped forward with one foot and put on a quaint fist that hung forward in the air with one punch and one punch converging and close to his chest, which was simple, but it became amazing in an instant.

The old man said in a deep voice: "If you want to go up, before you reach the top, you have to be a wild dog on the side of the road to eat and survive! You have to tell yourself that if you want to live happily, you must fight with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth! Fight with the bullshit fairy! Fight with the martial artists of the same generation! Finally, you have to fight with yourself! Fight for that breath!"

"When this breath is exhaled, it will make the heavens and the earth change color! It will make the gods kneel and kowtow, and it will make all the martial artists in the world feel that you are above the sky!"

At this moment, the white-haired old man, whose image is clearly worse than a beggar, is incomparable in his majestic momentum and spiritual peak!

The old man seemed to be telling the young man a truth clearly.

The person in front of you is invincible in the world!

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