Lao Xiucai was on tiptoe, swept over eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers in one step, and floated down to the place where Chen Ping'an handed the sword before, and began to stroll, raised his arm, bent his fingers, and knocked and knocked seemingly randomly, as if knocking on the door, but he didn't get any response, Lao Xiucai put away his hand, and said helplessly: "Don't pay attention to it, this kind of behavior is tantamount to setting up a tent in someone else's house, it's just that, I'll just wait." ”

Lao Xiucai began to wait patiently for the appearance of the sword spirit, and after a long wait, the old man stood in place, thinking about a difficult problem, and did not seem to be anxious.

A slight ripple appeared in the air, and I saw the tall woman grab Chen Ping'an's shoulder with one hand and step out of the ethereal void.

Lao Xiucai came back to his senses, and the first sentence was, "I admit defeat and don't fight, anyway, the other two swords can't come out, it's not important, right?"

The sword spirit smiled and smiled, "Then what about your two provocations, how can they be counted?"

The old man laughed and said, "It's just three things." ”

She raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Suishan, "Is it the new Suishan Great God?"

Lao Xiucai replied: "Six thousand years, more than three thousand years ago, you sang and I appeared on the stage, it was a mess, the majesty was lost, and the Dongyue of Suishan changed three masters. At the most chaotic time, it was once regarded as a force in the Demon Sect and Taoism, and it directly occupied the magpie's nest for the dove, which was really a chaotic situation of broken etiquette. The current Suishan God can sit firmly for 6,000 years, although there is an element of luck, but more by virtue of his personal terrifying combat power, his fists are hard enough, and he is barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, who is not afraid of a few points. ”

The sword spirit sneered, "Is it because the three sects of you have unevenly distributed the spoils? Or is there a confrontation between good and evil within the vast world?

Lao Xiucai sighed: "It's hard to say, don't mention it." ”

After the tall woman put her hands on her back, her disdainful expression was even worse, "The overall situation has been decided, so naturally there will be infighting, haha, what a battle for the avenue, a hundred schools of thought are contending, and the excitement is lively, what is the result?

Lao Xiucai glanced at the white-clothed sword spirit, and said bluntly and angrily: "Inside the Confucian Taoist system, it is naturally not clear to the bottom, not all of them are benevolent gentlemen, but my Confucian sages have paid countless efforts for this, and it is not too much to say that it is painstaking, so it is always pure and clear, and you must not veto it in a word." ”

Sword Spirit plays with taste: "Is this the third time?"

At this moment, Lao Xiucai, who was quite unscrupulous before, did not back down at all, and said indifferently: "In this matter, if you feel that it is wrong, I can tell you the truth of a hundred years and a thousand years, and it is okay for you to use a sword to tell your truth." ”

She carefully looked at the thin old man who was not tall, "You really scattered the sage's luck, leaving only your soul, and using this world as a parasitic place?"

Lao Xiucai was silent for a moment, "Yes." ”

She put away the murderous intent that spontaneously arose, her eyes were complicated, "For so many years, only the two of you have done it, but I'm curious, do you respect that guy's choice? Or do you have to do it? The former may be extremely small, it involves your avenue, I estimate that the old man in the Confucian Taoist system, even if it is not a beautiful envoy, will never let you succeed." ”

Lao Xiucai said calmly: "Seeing the virtuous and thinking together, it is only right. ”

She thought for a moment, turned her head to look at Chen Ping'an, and said with a smile: "Not only has the original intention been achieved, but it is far beyond expectations, for the sake of you to make this choice, of course, the most important thing is to look at the sake of my master. ”

The old Xiucai, who had always had a tight face, broke the work in a moment, slapped his thigh, and said with a smile: "The rest is good, the rest is good, when the people are Chinese New Year's Eve, they are all happy with this, and there is a little food left in the bowl, deliberately left for next year, the omen is good, the meaning is good." ”

No matter how you look at it, the old man looks like he is happy for the rest of his life.

The sword spirit didn't care about this, and said coldly: "Open the door." ”

The old man flicked his sleeves, took the lead in striding forward, and said loudly: "Look up to the sky and laugh and go out." ”

Chen Ping'an remembered something and asked in a low voice: "Isn't my sword bad at that time?" That big mountain doesn't seem to move. The old-timers said before that the talent for sword practice is good or bad, it depends on the words I can receive, although I am not willing to accept them, but they are not willing to get close to me, does this mean that my talent for sword training is as ordinary as practicing boxing?"

The more Chen Ping'an spoke, the more sad he became, "The old-timers also said that if I dragged my feet, even if I had the cultivation of the Ten Realms at that time, the sword would only have the effect of the Seven or Eight Realms." ”

Bold words can be said with an open mouth, but the difficulty in the world is that it needs to be taken step by step.

Chen Ping'an, the mud leg of Mud Bottle Lane, really understands this truth too well.

The sword spirit reached out and pinched the young man's cheek, and said with a smile: "You'll know later." ”

Chen Ping'an's face flushed, and he stopped talking.

She already had a good understanding with the young man, took the young man's hand, slowly walked to the door of the mountain and river picture scroll, and said softly: "Master, I know, in the future in front of a certain girl, I will definitely not be so presumptuous, so that she will not wronged you and treat you as a prodigal who sees different ideas." ”

The young man smiled brightly, both relieved and relaxed, but also happy to be friends with her.

The tall woman turned her head suddenly, a little resentful, "But aren't you afraid that the fairy sister will feel wronged?"

The boy thought for a moment and said seriously: "I'll tell you I'm sorry, but there are some things that I think should be like that." ”

Her face was full of sadness, and she actually looked a little crying.

Although Chen Ping'an was a little at a loss, his eyes were firm, and he pursed his lips, unwilling to change his original intention because of this.

The sword spirit suddenly laughed, stretched out his thumb to the young man, and praised, "Handsome!"

Chen Ping'an asked timidly, "Are you really angry?"

She took the young man's hand, stopped, stood at the gate, and suddenly bent down to hug the young man, her face was full of warm smiles, like a guy who likes to sleep lazily the most, hiding in the warm quilt in the winter, snoring and sleeping, that feeling of happiness is really indescribable. She didn't care what Chen Ping'an felt, and said happily: "Ah, my little Ping'an, it's so cute!"

The boy was instantly struck by lightning, motionless, his mind was blank, and he didn't think about anything.

Sister Fairy.

Immortals are just the first feeling, in fact, my sister is the feeling in Chen Ping'an's heart.

She finally let go of Chen Ping'an, stood up straight and turned her head to look, there was an old guy who had not returned to the landscape painter, with his back to the two of them, coughing: "Don't look at indecent things, don't worry, I didn't see anything and didn't hear anything, I just forgot something before, and I had to go back and retrieve it." ”

The tall woman who was in a good mood didn't bother to care about this.

Etiquette, morality, cause and effect?

These things that are extremely wide, extremely high, and extremely far have never restrained her.

On the avenue, there used to be people, and there was nothing else but to go straight with a sword.

But if there is anything in the way, a sword opens the way.

But where there is injustice, it will be settled with a sword.

After 10,000 years of silence, she finally found another person.

Two people, worlds apart.

But she wasn't disappointed.

If you say that at the beginning, it was because you believed in Qi Jingchun, and chose to believe in a glimmer of opportunity, and bet on a very unlikely "just in case". So now even if Qi Jingchun comes back to life and says that he is wrong, you shouldn't choose that young man, let him say the great truth, she won't listen.

She let go of her hand and motioned for Chen Ping'an to go first.

The boy was the first to walk out the door.

The sword spirit looked at the young man's still weak shoulders and followed.

Everyone has a state of mind, and the qi practitioner is called the Dan room, and the secular person is called the heart.

Heartlake is just one of them.

At that time, she stood on the young man's heart lake, looked around, and it was white and clean.

Then she saw a scene that was finally less monotonous, and found the "true nature of the heart mirror" that the boy himself was not aware of.

It was a lonely child of four or five years old, sitting curled up on the ground, with his hands on his knees, alone, with a pair of small straw sandals at his feet, often sitting in a daze.

Next to the child is a small grave bag without a tombstone.

Near the small grave, there are two smaller "small mounds" than the small grave, and the situation is like a mountain peak.

Whenever the child has had enough rest, he puts on his straw sandals and runs far away to carry a hill back to the grave, which is very difficult and can only move a short distance at a time.

When he ran to move the mountain, the child wore a small seal around his waist and wore the small hat.

The small seal will sway with the child's footsteps.

Strangely, there is no reflection of the heart mirror of the ancestral house in Mud Bottle Lane.

Probably deep in the child's heart, after the death of his father, there will be no home, so he always insists on guarding the small grave.

The child's face was stubborn, and he habitually frowned and pursed his lips.

But occasionally, this child will also smile, it should be something that is really worth being happy about, for example, he quietly told Xiao Tomb, his lips moved slightly, and no voice sounded in his mood, but the sword spirit who had a heart with him naturally knew the content of the silent words.

"Mother, I met a fairy sister. When she laughs, she looks like you. ”

In addition to moving the mountain to "go home", the child will hardly leave the vicinity of the small grave, from time to time it will be like holding hands, walking a distance to the south, like holding a little girl's hand, but every time he walks a distance, the child will still quietly look at the grave, looking reluctant.

But there is only one situation, the child will run far, far away, all the time with his little head held high, looking intently into the sky, as if chasing someone in the air who is far away from him.

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In the landscape painting scroll, the old Xiucai looks solemn.

"Blue is better than blue, and it may not be that there is no such opportunity. ”

The old man nodded and said, "Great goodness." ”

The old man was silent for a long time, and found that the whole world began to tremble slightly, and said helplessly: "If you are so patient with that kid, can't you be a little patient with us?" Oh yes, now you can even laugh, if the rumors handed down by the ancient sword immortal are true, the way you look now, those big guys who were cut half to death by you at the beginning, if you see it with your own eyes, you can't force your eyes out?"

Lao Xiucai looked at the sky of this small world, as if his eyes had passed through the sky, and suddenly laughed at himself: "Tianxingjian, a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement." It's really good to say, even if it will be ten thousand years from now. No wonder our Confucian ancestors wanted to ask your old man for teaching, it seems that the truth, we scholars not only talked about it late, but also far from finishing it. ”