Lao Xiucai stomped his feet and said angrily: "Only villains and women are difficult to raise, and the ancients are honest and don't deceive me!"

The tall woman twisted the snow-white lotus leaf picked out of nowhere, killing a lot, although the smile on her face was still there, but no matter how she looked at it, it was cold, "If you can't beat it, you will scold people?

The circular sword array that was originally spread ten miles away instantly converged, turning into a place that only encircled the cliff by the river, and at the same time, the sword qi became more and more powerful and amazing, and the sword qi condensed into the wall of the sword array, so that the void avenue that flowed invisibly between heaven and earth,

Lao Xiucai shrunk his neck, and immediately had the confidence to ask, "It's okay to fight, but can we change the way we play?"

The tall woman was silent, and suddenly saw the old man winking at her.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Yes." ”

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At the mouth of the well in the inn, the young man put his fingers together to make a sword, pointing to the bottom of the well.

The rainbow light created by the first wisp of sword qi gradually faded most of it in the old well, and it was no longer so dazzling and dazzling that people couldn't look at directly, through the light, Chen Ping'an could vaguely see that this wisp of sword qi that was said to be "extremely small", after leaving the qi fu acupoint, condensed the essence, like a rainstorm, madly smashed on a piece of "ground", and this piece of ground that was hit by the heavy rain seemed to be a mirror of a round mirror.

Of course, Chen Ping'an wouldn't know that it was called the Lei Bu Si Yin Mirror, which had an extraordinary origin and a great origin!

After the fall of a heavenly emperor who was in charge of the thunder law in ancient times, the gods of the thunder department took advantage of the situation, carved up the thunder power of the ancestor of ten thousand laws, and each mastered a part of the thunder power, and then in the future, it was even more unbearable. Please the magic of the gods, and it will come and go as soon as it is called.

And this Thunder Division Seal Mirror, the owner used to be one of the Thunder Ministers, although it has been repeatedly calamitized, from the mirror to the inside, it has long been dilapidated, and the thunder and lightning brilliance in it is almost exhausted, but it is by no means something that the monks of the Five Realms of Grace and the Middle Five Realms can break.

The white-clothed young man in the ancient well, his body had been suppressed to the bottom of the mirror, and he was still holding his hands and shoulders against the bottom of the mirror, and he was hit by the sword qi, and the mirror shook endlessly, constantly crumbling and shattering, but it was soon automatically restored to its original appearance by the residual thunder and lightning contained in the mirror.

The sword qi attack is like an iron cavalry chiseling array, and the mirror resistance is like a foot pawn defending.

The two consume each other, depending on who loses momentum earlier.

The young man Cui Yun gritted his teeth, his face was covered with blood, blurring the handsome face, at this time, he had no extra strength to say cruel words, so he could only say silently in his heart: "Survive this sword qi rainstorm, I will definitely return it a hundred times after I go up!

Although the young man at the bottom of the well was undiminished, his bloody appearance was really bleak.

Even if it was the bleak years of betraying the master, he traveled all the way, left the Middle-earth Divine Continent, went to the continent in the south, and finally chose to settle in the Dongbao Aquarius Continent, the smallest in the territory.

You must know that before becoming the national teacher of Da Li, Cui Yun, a wanderer, once had a mantra that was difficult to get into the hall of elegance, just after killing demons and demons based on his preferences, he would come to the sentence "Ashes are wiped out in a snap of your fingers, and you are really inferior to ants." ”

The figure of the young man Cui Yun, who was carrying the mirror, continued to fall, but the amplitude gradually decreased.

The mirror can still be supported, but there is a continuous flow of sword qi around the mirror, soaked by the continuous sword qi, and the young man's body is already shaky.

He had to move his mind, and slipped out of his sleeve a life-saving talisman at the bottom of the box, which he had treasured for many years, and when he used it at this time, he was so distressed that his face was a little hideous.

The golden rune was first glued to the cuffs of the white clothes, and then melted in an instant, and soon the surface of Cui Yun's white clothes was full of golden runes.

This talisman is extremely special, if gold powder, cinnabar is the most important material for drawing talismans, then there are some materials that can not be found, once made into talismans, the various effects contained in the talismans are wonderful, such as Cui Yun's one, which is to use the golden blood of a Western Buddha Arhat as the most important talisman material, and this monk almost formed a bodhisattva fruit, so the blood is golden, poured in the gold powder, and the "Diamond Sutra" is written on the talisman The scriptures can be turned into a vajra talisman with infinite Buddhism, which can be resisted by the blows of the land sword immortals.

How can the young Cui Yun not feel distressed?

After sacrificing this priceless life talisman, the young man made a little calculation in his heart, and easily calculated that the sword qi would at most shatter the mirror, and the mirror itself would not be damaged.

In this way, Cui Yun's heart was settled, he tilted his arm slightly, and wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately, "It's a great shame, I almost broke the root of my body!"

Cui Qian closed his eyes and began to gather momentum silently.

Just waiting for a certain critical moment when this sword qi will not be completely dispersed, it is the time for him to kill the wellhead.

Of course, he wouldn't wait for all the sword qi to dissipate.

If you wait until the sword qi completely disappears, once Chen Ping'an from above finds out that he is not dead, the mud legs of Mud Bottle Lane can't be said, and there are really follow-up sinister moves.

After all, at this time, whether it is cultivation or body, he can't withstand any unexpected "scrutiny".

It's really muddy and rugged!

The boy hated it in his heart.

At the beginning, the trip to the town was the final battle that the national teacher Cui Qi thought was the end, because it involved the opportunity to preach, he did not hesitate to strip his soul in half, lived in another body and skin, and left the capital of Dali with the image of a teenager.

I thought that even if I couldn't break Mr. Wensheng, The younger brother Qi Jingchun's vein and cultural luck can also take the boy of Mud Bottle Lane as the object of visualization, and borrow the stones of other mountains to attack jade, temper his mind, and make up for the most lacking state of mind, so as to help himself break through the ten realms in one go, and he is expected to return to the peak of the twelve realms to cultivate, and even promote his knowledge with the help of Da Li, as long as he is a scholar of his own deeds, he can spread all over the territory of half a continent, and he can go further, if it is a Confucian protégé in a continent, they are all my protégés and disciples of Cui Yun, and the benefits are abundant, unimaginable.

At that time, it seemed that no matter how it was calculated, Cui Yun could be invincible, which was nothing more than the difference in the size of the profit.

But I didn't expect that the disciple that Qi Jingchun really selected was not Zhao Xuan, who gave away the spring character seal, not Song Jixin, who gave away only books, or even Lin Shouyi, who was a young man who read the seeds.

But the little girl named Li Baohua is a woman! How can a woman inherit the cultural lineage? A female gentleman and a female master? Aren't you afraid of becoming the laughing stock of the world? Not afraid of being regarded as the number one heretic by those old people in the Confucian Academy?

I didn't expect Qi Jingchun to accept apprentices on behalf of his teacher and transfer the relics of his mentor Cui Yun and Qi Jingchun, Wen Sheng, to the young Chen Ping'an.

In this way, not only has the cultural context not been broken, but the torch has been passed down to Li Baohua's generation, and Cui Yun, who originally deceived his teacher and destroyed his ancestors, and betrayed his teacher, was tied to Wensheng again because of Chen Ping'an.

This made Cui Yun, who mistakenly thought that the victory was in his hands, his mood was completely shattered in an instant, coupled with the invisible cultural and sports traction, he fell to the fifth realm of cultivation, if it wasn't for the alliance with Old Man Yang later, he learned a long-lost Shinto secret technique, which made up for a loophole in a secret technique that Cui Yun himself had studied, and was able to quickly recuperate his soul.

However, this secret method has a fatal flaw, the accumulated cultivation is an "illusion", and it will be beaten back to its original form after being used up once. Unless you break through the Ten Realms in one breath and enter the Five Realms, you can "fake the truth when it is true", the truth is uncertain, and the truth and falsehood are confused, which is another world.

When he arrived at the Qiulu Inn in this county town, the "illusion" realm of the young Cui Yun was actually close to the Nine Realms again, so he had the opportunity to invite a Confucian saint with the golden body of the Dharma by means of "inviting God" by the soldiers. The realm is fake, the means are real. That's why the god of cold food and river water is scared, otherwise with the experience of hundreds of years of experience and city government in the northland led by a man in a green robe, how could he be tamed like a small catfish in a stream by Cui Yun?

Under the well.

The rainstorm sword qi that fell from the wellhead was still aggressive, and the sword light was splashed everywhere by the mirror.

The white-clothed young man had almost stepped on the bottom of the waterway at the bottom of the well, and the well water and the groundwater in the city connected to the river had long been evaporated by the sword qi.

The young Cui Han began to count down in his heart.

He didn't want to kill Chen Ping'an, it was true, at least temporarily.

Because Cui Yun is more like a tug-of-war, hoping to pull the teenager to his own avenue. At least in the short term, Cui Qian will not only not harm Chen Ping'an, but will help Chen Ping'an increase his cultivation as much as possible, at most, he will quietly change Chen Ping'an's temperament, spring breeze and rain, imperceptibly, and finally become his fellow practitioner of Cui Ping'an, in case Chen Ping'an is lucky, there is hope to inherit Cui Ping'an's mantle in the future, Cui Hong will not refuse.

But Cui Yun really wanted to kill Li Baohua.

Because once this little girl grows up in the future, and Cui Yun is still involved with Chen Ping'an after all, the more infamy and exclusion Li Baohua suffers, the more Cui Yun's avenue cultivation will be more or less affected, which is absolutely unbearable for Cui Yun, who pursues perfection.

The young Cui Yun felt that this was a fundamental disaster.

Even if I think of a bad guy with ill intentions, if I want to kill you Chen Ping'an, why bother to pretend to be a grandson all the way? It is clear that it is harmless to you.

Why did you, Chen Ping'an, want to kill me because of a little guess?!

Why do you think that I will harbor evil intentions for my three children, so I can kill people without any delay?

Then what kind of upright gentleman are you? Qi Jingchun has always admired gentlemen, why are you so unreasonable? Why do you want me to learn how to be a man from you? Why did the old man let me learn how to be a man with you? I, Cui Yun, used to be the first disciple of Wensheng, and I once taught Qi Jingchun knowledge, and when it comes to the status of Confucianism and Taoism, I Cui Qi is higher than a wise man and a gentleman, so much more? And you, Chen Ping'an, do things so with your heart, the old man's vision is really as bad as ever.

Qi Jingchun helped you pick and choose, isn't it equivalent to helping you pick the second Cui Yun?

Cui Yun, a young man whose feet touched the slate, continued to count down in his heart, waiting for an opportunity to move.

At the same time, a wave of happiness swelled up in my heart.

Haha, it's better, it means that after I get out of the predicament, I will slowly torture you, at least I will let you Chen Ping'an survive and save your life, and you will follow me on that avenue in the future, and you will walk more naturally and smoothly. In this way, your kid's luck isn't too bad.

Moreover, the text imprisonment planted by the dead old man on Cui Yun was only aimed at Chen Ping'an alone, and Cui Yun was not allowed to have any evil thoughts about Chen Ping'an, otherwise he would suffer from the whipping, but in addition, he did not restrain other behaviors. This is in the same vein as the old man's knowledge, which pays attention to tracing everything back to its roots, and only after clearing the source can it be in moral articles and in the world.

In the future, I want you to see with your own eyes Qi Jingchun's descendant, how the little girl named Li Baohua died in front of you, and I want you to know what the Great Dao Dispute is and why she died!

The time has come!

Cui Yun's arms against the mirror were already blurred with flesh and blood, and the bones were visible, but he didn't care, "The sword qi is like a rainbow, right?

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But just before Cui Yun thought he had succeeded, there was only such a slight difference, his feet were rooted, and the straw sandals boy who stood firmly at the wellhead finally finished gathering momentum, although his soul was shaking, and none of his internal organs did not hurt into the bone marrow, so he could only tremble lightly: "Go." ”

The second waterfall cascades down.

Your uncle's Chen Ping'an, Lao Tzu was killed here by you.

This was the only thought of the young Cui Yun at that time.

Chen Ping'an was crumbling on the wellhead.

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Before that.

Chen Ping'an sat in the gazebo for the second time tonight, when he and Li Baohua, who had woken up from a nightmare, sat opposite each other in the gazebo, and there was a breeze blowing in the small pavilion for no reason.

The young man remembered something and was a little sad, and at the same time closed his eyes with Li Baohua and listened carefully to the wind chimes of the iron horse under the eaves.

The young man silently told himself in his heart at that time, "Mr. Qi, if the sound of the wind chimes under the eaves is an even number, let it go and endure the one surnamed Cui." But if it's an odd number, I'll make a move. ”

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

After the seventh sound, there was no sound.

So after the little girl in the red cotton jacket left the pavilion, the boy stood on the edge of the well.

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In an earlier time, before the straw sandals boy left town.

That time, under the reminder of Old Man Yang, Chen Ping'an left Yang's shop with an umbrella and went to visit Old Man Yang with the umbrella and the Mr. Xueshu who gave him the two mountain seals.

One big and one small walk down the side street.

"A gentleman can be bullied. You can say this to the Yang seniors. ”

"If you are undecided in the future, you can ask the spring breeze. Well, this sentence, you just need to keep it in your heart, and you may be able to use it in the future. But I hope not. ”

After saying this, the scholar with frosty temples and white temples, which was rare not to be as old-fashioned and serious as when he taught his knowledge at the school, blinked, looked at the boy, and smiled kindly.

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When the boy leaves the town with the little girl.

There is the last bit of soul of a certain Confucian scholar in green shirts, after going to a certain big cave in the outer heavens, returning to the world, and walking side by side with the straw sandal boy and the little girl in the red cotton jacket for a distance, then stopped, looked at the back of the junior brother and his own disciple, and no longer sent each other.

When the scholar finally waved goodbye silently, with this gentle wave of his sleeves, a spring breeze lingered around the young man, silently, and did not disperse for a long time.

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Well.

Together with the Lei Bu Si Seal Mirror, the young Cui Yun was smashed back to the bottom of the well, and the whole person curled up together, lying on the extremely dry bluestone floor, trying to hide under the mirror.

Although he tried his best to make the final death struggle, in fact, Cui Yun's heart was already discouraged.

The mirror shook violently, bringing the white-clothed young man below, the huge impact force, and the sword qi flowing through the mirror, the huge burning sensation that brought the young man's body, all made him begin to be confused.

Just in the moment when you close your eyes.

The confinement imprinted by Lao Xiucai on the soul of the young Cui Yun disappeared.

The young man in white was in good spirits, like a person who has been in drought for a long time, he is particularly energetic, where does Cui Yun dare to leave his spare strength, and he will not work hard at this time, "Haha, God help me, old man, you will also have this kind of mistake and mistake! If you don't die, you will also have a self-defeating day, it is really God help me Cui Yun, the road of heaven is endless!"

I saw a big golden character full of heroic righteousness, and Cui Yun, who was distorted by pain on his face, was stripped out of his soul little by little, this kind of pain that makes people's minds have nowhere to hide, but it is even more terrifying than a thousand cuts.

But Cui Yun's mind became clearer and clearer, "The teachings of the sage carry the Tao in writing", and the young man in white harnessed those golden characters that had no owner for the time being to hit the sword qi waterfall.

The golden characters and the sword qi collided with each other.

There was no momentum at all, but the more silent it was, the more terrifying and suffocating it became.

It is no longer the category of any struggle of strength and power, but just another form of battle of avenues.

This waterfall.

After all, it was just a wisp of "extremely small" sword qi.

And those golden characters are only temporarily borrowed.

The two were at a stalemate, and in the end, it seemed like they were going to play a close match.

It was as if the two armies were facing each other, and they ended up losing both sides, and both were annihilated.

After Cui Yun sensed the opportunity, he didn't hold back for a long time, and began to sit up carefully, then squatted up little by little, and finally was bent over by him to stand.

He moved to one side, the mirror was instantly crooked, and all the last sword qi was poured to the other side of the inner wall of the wellhead, the young man in white simply threw away the ancient mirror casually, his feet touched the ground, and the whole person rose to the sky, and then his body disappeared in an instant, only a gloomy voice with extreme resentment, constantly echoing in the ancient well: "Even if you have the third sword qi now, you won't be too late!"

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Chen Ping'an stood at the mouth of the well, his sword furnace with both hands, and after the last sword qi left, he was ready to meet the enemy with his fist.

In the opening preface, the mountain-shaking spectrum was clearly opened: "Those who practice my mountain-shaking boxing in later generations, even if they face the enemy of the three patriarchs, remember that our generation's boxing method can be weak, and the momentum of victory can be lost, but only one body of fist intent!

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Meanwhile.

In the small courtyard of Yajing, the little girl in the red cotton jacket woke up again in the house, not from a nightmare, but by a locust wood sword.

The dazed Li Baohua suddenly widened his eyes, before it was a wooden sword that broke through the window, and quickly carved a Qi character in the air, and then swished and flew towards the door, Li Baohua jumped out of bed with lightning speed, and his boots were not worn, he ran barefoot, after opening the door, he followed the wooden sword to the house where the little uncle lived, because Chen Ping'an had not come back, so he did not tie the door, and was knocked open by the flying sword before, Li Baohua rushed into it with the flying sword at this time, and saw it pointing to the back basket.

Li Baohua finally took out a seal hidden by the little uncle under the finger of the flying sword, and when she opened it, she found that it was the "quiet and proud" seal that the little uncle had only secretly seen for her once, and the flying sword "nodded" vigorously and flew out of the house quickly.

The little girl clenched the still word seal that Mr. Fang gave her little uncle, followed the acacia wood sword that appeared in the back basket inexplicably, and ran all the way to the pavilion, where she jumped out of the pavilion and ran to the side of the well where the little uncle was standing.

In an instant, the seal in Li Baohua's hand broke free from her palm, and quickly swept towards the well, higher than her little uncle's head, and then snapped in a dull manner.

Above the wellhead, someone was heartbreaking: "Come again, Qi Jingchun, I'll fuck your uncle!

I saw a young man in white who appeared inexplicably above the wellhead, and was hit hard by a seal on his forehead, and the whole person flew out upside down and fell to the ground.

The white-clothed young man who had cultivated to nothing left, and at the moment before he passed out, he muttered: "Qi Jingchun, even if you are ruthless, I admit defeat." ”