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When night falls, Jianshui Villa is brilliantly lit, the large and small courtyards are full of friends, staggered, drink countless jars of alcohol, and afterwards it is said that even the town smells the fragrance of wine wafting from Zhuangzi.

Chen Ping'an asked the old steward of Chu about the Xianjia ferry, there is indeed such a place in the Combing Water Country, there are more than 600 miles away from the Jianshui Villa, located on the border between the Combing Water Country and the Songxi Country, I heard that there are often mountain practitioners haunting, but the boundary of 300 miles has long been forbidden by the royal family of the Combing Water Country. The old steward is very affectionate, empathetic, and takes the initiative to laugh and say that the relationship between Jianshui Villa and a metropolitan governor's mansion on the border is quite good, and it is a world friend, as long as the old owner writes a letter, you can get the customs clearance documents, and they don't need Chen Ping'an to work hard.

Zhang Shanfeng asked more, and asked the old man if there was a shop opened by a qi practitioner at the ferry to trade goods. The old steward said yes, because after the original saber was damaged, Song Fengshan, the young owner of the village, had personally gone to the ferry and brought back the short sword that was now hanging from his waist at all times. The old steward can be said to know everything, not only leaked the inside story of these combing waters, but even Song Fengshan spent 900 snowflakes on the mountain in order to buy the immortal magic weapon named "Cangshui", almost half of the gold and silver savings of the villa, poured beans into the bamboo tube, and told the three of them together.

Of course, this is not that the old steward was carried away by the four words of righteousness in the rivers and lakes, and he didn't know the taboo of being shallow at all, but that the old sword saint of Song had told him in private that he would treat the three of them, especially Chen Ping'an, the young man with the sword on his back, as his Song Yuyao's old friend, and the villa did not need to be wary.

A promise is a thousand gold, life and death intersect, and the word friend is as important as a mountain.

This is the morality of the rivers and lakes respected by the older generation of Song Yuyao, and the old steward of Chu has been following the sword saint of the Combing Water Country for a long time, and he was born and died for the villa, sharing honor and disgrace, but he was not infected by the spirit of the rivers and lakes burned by Song Yu, so he could be so conscientious and have no regrets.

In Zhang Shanfeng's house, the three of them had a sumptuous dinner full of mountain delicacies and game, Chen Ping'an was about to go to the waterfall to practice boxing, and was suddenly stopped by Zhang Shanfeng, asking Chen Ping'an to wait for a while, the bearded man stepped on the bench with one leg, picked his teeth with a bamboo stick, and asked Zhang Shanfeng if he wanted to avoid anything, and the young Taoist priest ran to open his bag and said no. Zhang Shanfeng quickly took out a pair of bamboo chopsticks, put them on the table, and pushed them to Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

The pair of bamboo chopsticks on the table is one of the trophies that Zhang Shanfeng obtained in Rouge County, one is engraved with Qingshen Mountain, and the other is engraved with Shenxiao Bamboo.

Zhang Shanfeng smiled: "I sent you." It should be the interest of the Mojia Jia Pill Bright Armor, Poor Dao is most afraid of owing people money in his life, when he thinks of this, it is difficult to sleep and eat, not to mention that he owes five hundred snowflake money, which is exchanged for real money, that is, 500,000 taels of silver, according to the old steward of Chu, as the top spot in the rivers and lakes of the Combing Water Country, the hundred-year family background of the entire Jianshui Villa is only more than two million taels in total, if you don't give you anything, Poor Dao will definitely not be able to sleep tonight. ”

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "You are stupid, this pair of chopsticks, if it is really made of Shenxiao bamboo in the Qingzhu Cave, maybe it can be sold for hundreds of snowflakes, take 10,000 steps back and say, it is not the bamboo of Qingshen Mountain, but the aura on the chopsticks has been condensed for hundreds of years, and it can't be faked, since it is an acquired spiritual weapon, it can at least sell dozens of snowflakes, right?

The more Chen Ping'an spoke, the more angry he became, and pushed the chopsticks back to the young Taoist, "Besides, let's go to the Xianjia ferry in the Comb Water Country soon, since there is a shop that trades heavy weapons and magic weapons, everything will determine the price of bamboo chopsticks, if it is only worth a dozen snowflakes, I will accept it, if the price of fifty pieces is over, you can't pay me back as interest." ”

Zhang Shanfeng shook his head, and said in a resolute tone: "No! The poor Dao has a hard conscience, and the Taoist seeks the Tao, and he is most afraid of the demons in his heart, you Chen Ping'an don't mislead my Dao cultivation!"

Chen Ping'an stood up and scolded with a smile: "You can just talk nonsense, get out, this matter is not negotiable, take it back!

Zhang Shanfeng was silent.

Chen Ping'an pushed the door and left, and went to the waterfall to practice boxing.

Zhang Shanfeng sighed and looked at the bearded man, "How is it good?"

Xu Yuanxia gloated: "Compared with Chen Ping'an, you are 108,000 miles behind." ”

Zhang Shanfeng was a little depressed, poured himself a bowl of soju, lowered his head and took a sip, and his face was suddenly flushed.

It turned out that in the Rouge County of Caiyi Country, in the life-and-death battle of chasing and killing Mi Lao Demon's big disciples, the young Taoist priest was on the line of life and death, the spirit rhino moved, poured the spiritual energy into the armor pill, and a pair of bright armor armor to protect himself, only to block the fatal blow of the demon for the Chongmiao Taoist, the old Taoist who knew the goods was full of shock, and called it incredible, saying that this soldier is the most treasured, I only heard that there are more than ten countries including the Caiyi country in the middle of the Aquarius Continent, and the royal treasury of the ancient Yu country has a priceless armor pill, and it is rumored that there was the first person in the martial arts of Songxi State, and he bid 6,000 small snow money, and the emperor of the ancient Yu Kingdom bought it, all of which were rejected。

After that, the young Taoist priest has been haunted by this matter, and he doesn't know how to talk to Chen Ping'an, and then the ancient temple changed, seven hundred miles of mountain road, Chen Ping'an walked very dullly, Zhang Shanfeng is even more difficult to talk to Chen Ping'an frankly.

Now that he has arrived at Jianshui Villa, he is about to go to Xianjia Ferry, and he really can't stand the inner torment, Zhang Shanfeng confided in the bearded man of the old rivers and lakes, Xu Yuanxia helped the young Taoist priest determine two things, one is that Chen Ping'an must know the true value of the pill, and at that time he casually quoted 500 snowflake money, which was deliberately half sold and half given to Zhang Shanfeng. Second, according to Zhang Shanfeng's account, when Chen Ping'an took the Beiju Luzhou Jiaoshan Kun boat, he lived in the Tianzi wing, although there is no doubt that the young man who went south with a sword on his back was from a poor background at the bottom of the market, but he obviously had his own unique opportunity, and Chen Ping'an seemed to have never paid much attention to the matter of goods, at least for his friends.

So this is no longer purely a debt of money, but a nuisance of a natural favor.

In the end, Xu Yuanxia did not directly tell Zhang Shanfeng how to do it, but said two sentences, one is not to take the kindness of friends as a matter of course. The second sentence is that brothers settle accounts, and friendship can last for a long time, don't think that if you become friends, you can ignore everything, that is the naïve idea of a child who has not grown up.

So there was a pretense that Zhang Shanfeng wanted to borrow interest, hoping to send away the pair of mysterious bamboo chopsticks produced in Qingshen Mountain.

The reason why it is not the white bowl that can slowly absorb the aura of heaven and earth and condense into a drop of nectar, because Zhang Shanfeng himself is a qi practitioner, and the white bowl belongs to the necessities on the road of cultivation for Zhang Shanfeng.

Zhang Shanfeng drank wine, his face was full of red light, and he said drunkly: "Brother Xu, do you have a trick?" Xiaodao really can't think of a way. ”

The bearded man said seriously: "It's really not good, you just put on a woman's clothes?" I see that Chen Ping'an has no interest in women and ghosts all the way, and he should be beaten and killed, and he is never ......ambiguous."

Listening to the nonsense of the bearded man, the young Taoist priest sighed, slammed his head on the table, and fell drunk.

A good one has wine today and is drunk today, and tomorrow is sad, and tomorrow is sad.

Xu Yuanxia rubbed her beard with the palm of her hand, and two pictures appeared in her mind, all of which were in the dilapidated ancient temple, where the young man faced a woman with a graceful body, saying that he would stretch out his hand to bake the fire when the weather was cold.

And then after the woman turned into a female ghost, she choked the young man's neck and hammered her soul with a fist.

Xu Yuanxia remembered that at the dinner table just now, Chen Ping'an talked about the waterfall turmoil, and a young woman who was carrying a knife in reverse was punched into the waterhole by him.

The man was shocked, and said in horror: "Chen Ping'an!

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In the main hall of the lobby of Jianshui Villa, push the cup and change the lamp, the guests and hosts are happy, and the wine is intoxicating.

The lobby is covered with a large colored carpet, which is a unique "lichen" from the Weaver Girl County of Saiyi Province.

The old owner Song Yuyao is still reluctant to show up to greet guests, and the young owner Song Fengshan sat on the main seat, surrounded by his virtuous wife who manages the affairs inside and outside the villa, although the young woman is a good housekeeper, but she is very good at proportion, treats people and things, does not leak a drop of water, and never hides the brilliance of her husband, so that even if Song Fengshan retreats all the year round, the reputation of this little sword fairy in the rivers and lakes of the Combing Water Country is getting bigger and bigger, and finally it is big enough to be able to hold a martial arts conference.

In addition to these famous and decent Jianghu bigwigs, Baidao giants, and a considerable number of Jianghu scattered immortals, some old-timers who have not appeared in the rivers and lakes for a long time, most of them are old and old, and there are even two old people, all of whom have taken this opportunity to reunite and participate in the grand event, giving enough face to Jianshui Villa.

The pair of brothers and sisters who were born in the Han clan in Xiaozhongshan, the scholar Han Yuanshan and the girl Han Yuanxue, the two are not in the top position, because their identities are relatively special and belong to the official family.

Hengdao Villa Wang Yiran, Wang Sango's father and daughter, the seats are more weighty than the Han brothers and sisters, and there are several cases between the two drinks.

The girl Han Yuanxue complained a lot about this, feeling that she had been snubbed by the villa, and the Han family should not suffer from this situation anywhere in the Combing Water Country. Han Yuanshan, who looked like an elegant scribe, shook the fan with one hand and drank with the other, without minding, and this person's other identity was shocking, and he was one of the four evils of the "mountain" combing water country.

Although there is a Xianjia ferry in the country of comb, there is no mountain sect in the country, so this reputation is not very good, in fact, to a large extent, it means that the most top-notch masters in the country of comb, overlooking the rivers and lakes, proud of the martial arts. Han Yuanshan also has the clean identity of the Han family of Xiaozhongshan, in the center of the temple in the local officialdom, and there are many family generations and predecessors, so he can go unhindered everywhere, and the Jianshui Villa in the mighty rivers and lakes is of course no exception.

Lonely on a wine table with a few cases, sitting a burly strong man and a young girl, in the middle of the left hand side, and the two sides of the case are obviously a little estranged, because the people in the rivers and lakes know the prominent identity of this person, the first person in the underworld of the Comb Water Country, named Dou Yang, looks like a young man, it is rumored that he is already a hundred years old, claiming to be the head of the Demon Sect to the outside world, and there are more than a dozen demon protectors under his command, and they are in the south of the Comb Water Country, but fortunately, the sect is in a corner, on the border line of the Comb Water Country and the Songxi Country, it has been safe in the past few decades, and there has been no bloody storm, but the older generation of Jianghu people present, while hating this person, is more afraid of it, and the Comb Water Country fifty years ago, in order to compete for the territory of the rivers and lakes, the righteous path demon dao fought three bloody battles, killing the sky and the earth, and thousands of righteous path masters died because of this.

Jianshui Villa dared to arrange the seats like this, and did not put Dou Yang and his maidservant in the first place, which immediately made everyone present admire and appreciate the young Song Fengshan a little more.

Although Song Fengshan is the master of this alliance, he is in the main position, but he has few words, he just drinks slowly alone, and does not deliberately talk to anyone, occasionally someone moves out the incense with the old sword saint, to have a relationship with the future martial arts alliance master, Song Fengshan, who is wearing a green shirt and a short sword, is at most just a glass of wine in return, mostly the young women around him, the other party's deeds in the rivers and lakes are like a few treasures, plus some comments heard from his ancestors, and even the achievements of some of the other party's junyan juniors, she is clear, which can make the other party not only feel the slightest neglect, but feel comfortable, very dignified.

People respect me a foot, and they respect people in return.

No one can find fault with the young woman's work.

The ancient temple grandmother who was mistaken for the big devil Dou Yang's personal maidservant, on her seemingly delicate and immature beautiful face, she was full of brilliance, her eyes quietly patrolled the guests from all directions, and occasionally met with Han Yuanshan's eyes, and it was also a touch away, but the corners of the girl's mouth were upturned, her eyes were charming, and the scholar also understood it, and made some subtle movements to repay the peach, and the girl became more and more spring-hearted, and when she lowered her head to drink, she quietly stretched out her tongue and licked half a circle of the rim of the cup, and saw Han Yuanshan's eyes narrowed, and her mouth was dry, it's still hard not to admit defeat.

Dou Yang took all this into his eyes and sneered: "Sao Niang, you can really be in heat at any time!"

The girl smiled: "Yo, is Sect Master Dou jealous?"

Dou Yang sandwiched a pair of salty and light seasonal vegetables with chopsticks, and ignored the jokes of this fellow practitioner.

The love between men and women, the joy of fish and water, compared to the competition on the avenue and the climb to the top alone, is a bird!

Wang Yiran clearly felt the loss of the soul of the daughter next to her, as well as the eyes she peeked at Song Fengshan several times, which contained lingering affection and deep loss.

This is destined to have no good results, Wang Yiran knows it, but the man doesn't feel the need to make a hindrance from it, and beats the mandarin duck. First, the gold-lettered signboard of Jianshui Villa is not an inferior Hengdao Villa, and the daughter Wang Shan wants to become a qualified future owner, and it is not a bad thing to suffer a little emotional injury, or to be knocked unconscious by someone like today, and to make a fool of herself in public, it is better than making a big mistake in the future and suffering more.

Wang resolutely decided to turn a blind eye to this, because in the rivers and lakes, like them, the great masters in the eyes of the world, who did not have a few confidants when they were young? In the end, how many people could be in love with each other, and how many people would forget about each other? When they really stood at the top of the rivers and lakes, they would find that it was all just a passing cloud.

Let's just say that Han Yuanshan, the son of the deep family in the city, heard that he is the best at hiding Jiaojiao in the golden house, and the key is that he can also make women follow him with all their hearts, the daughter of the Xinjiang minister who holds real power, the female disciple of the master of the rivers and lakes, the young female devil who is cold and lustful to kill, and the fairies who are famous in the rivers and lakes are all in his pocket.

If his daughter Wang Shan is infatuated with this person, Wang Yiran will intervene forcefully, and will never allow his daughter to be involved with Han Yuanshan, otherwise I am afraid that even Hengdao Villa will become a dowry with both hands, right? Obviously, Han Yuanshan has a great plan and a far-reaching layout, and there must be real masters behind him to give advice, it is no problem to do business with this kind of person, and he will not make less money, but don't be a friend with him, it is tantamount to looking for death.

As for his daughter's crush on Song Fengshan, Wang Yiran felt that it didn't matter, because Song Fengshan was an authentic person in the rivers and lakes, if one day, if Song Fengshan was really willing to marry his daughter as a flat wife, Wang Yiran didn't mind that Hengdao Villa would be merged into Jianshui Villa, but the new villa must bring a knife word, and among the children in the future, there must be a surname Wang, then there will only be two surnames in the rivers and lakes of the Combing Water Country in the next hundred years, Song and Wang!

Someone raised a glass of wine to toast, Wang resolutely smiled and raised a glass to return the salute, although Wang Shan was absent-minded, but this etiquette was still not lacking, and followed his father to return a glass of wine.

After putting down the wine glass, Wang Yiran looked ahead and said softly: "Still thinking about the young man with the sword on his back? Dad advises you, the boy is by no means an ordinary person, even Song Fengshan has already regarded it as a potential opponent, but Song Lao Sword Saint seems to have a lot of relationship with the boy, Han Yuanshan guessed a little, the boy is very likely to be the proud disciple of the Sword God of Caiyi Country, this time he went out to travel, it was the teacher who died violently, and the enemy was powerful, in order to avoid the limelight, Song Jiansheng and Caiyi Sword God had a bad relationship, so he took care of it like this, and did not hesitate to teach Ma Lu a lesson in person. ”

The young woman clenched the hilt of her knife and lowered her eyes, "Dad, is that all there is to it? That hateful guy who hides his head and tail killed me with a punch in the water pavilion, I admit it." Even if I was seriously injured by a punch, I would have surrendered! But he insulted me like this! In front of so many outsiders, what face would I have in the future? Do you want me to hide in Hengdao Villa for the rest of my life?"

Wang Yiran slapped the wine glass in his hand on the table, and sneered: "Face is this thing, it is earned by a great victory battle that moves the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes are the best and worst places, decades later, when you Wang Shan becomes a sword master who is more powerful than his father, and ranks among the legendary sword gods of the Caiyi Country and the great masters of the Six Realms of the Song Sword Saint, who will mention the water pavilion?" I will only remember which kendo master you Wang Sango defeated, how many underworld demons you slaughtered, a knife out of the sheath, the sword is like a waterfall, who doesn't applaud the people who watch the battle?Who dare?!"

The woman's shoulders trembled slightly, and she lowered her head and said gloomily: "But I can't even beat a swordsman younger than me, and I am not his one-punch enemy, how can I stand side by side with your father in the future?

For the central part of the Aquarius Continent in the area of the Combing Water Country, the Six Realms of Martial Arts are the ultimate in pure martial arts, and further up, for hundreds of years, no one has known the scenery of that realm, which can be regarded as the invincible "Great Martial God" in the world. Legend has it that when the sword god of Caiyi Kingdom was at the peak of retreating to the mountains and forests, he once touched the threshold, but in the end, for some reason, the realm plummeted, he was disheartened, and completely withdrew from the rivers and lakes.

And the old sword saint Song Yujiao said bluntly, he has no hope for the realm of martial arts in this life.

If Chen Ping'an knew this, he might be dumbfounded again. After all, Zhu He, who is also a martial artist of the Four Realms who came out of Lizhu Dongtian, knows that the Nine Realms is the end of martial arts, of course, Zhu He has never seen the whole picture of martial arts, in fact, not long after, Song Changjing and Li Er have successfully entered the Ten Realms, and the Eleventh Realm is the real apex of martial arts, and the real martial god, and the old man surnamed Cui, who taught Chen Ping'an the "strongest three realms", happened to miss the eleventh realm.

The water has depths, and the mountains have high and low.

Chen Ping'an's hometown of Lizhu Dongtian, now Dali Longquan County, belongs to the strange place with the deepest water, the highest mountain and the most turbid situation in the entire Aquarius Island.

In that place, the "big demons" of the Six Realms who were rampant on the side of Huang Tingguo, such as the tough boy in Tsing Yi, were simply embarrassed to greet people when they went out, because they were afraid that they would be punched to death by someone for some reason.

No wonder the boy in Tsing Yi is confused, and he can't figure out one thing when he breaks his head, "How did my master survive to this day?"

Chen Ping'an actually didn't know the answer himself, as if he had survived a little bit.

In fact, at first, some people didn't want him to die, but later, at the end of the bird bow hiding, some big people who wanted him to die met a teacher one after another, he told Chen Ping'an not to lose hope in this world, and a saber man wearing a hat, he told Chen Ping'an how to deal with this world, at the same time, Chen Ping'an also grew up quickly, and finally broke away from the chess game early.

However, during this process, the hardships of life, all kinds of difficult choices involving the heart, many undercurrents and dangers, the physical and mental grind suffered by the boy in Mud Bottle Lane are not enough for outsiders.

This mud bottle alley mud embryo with a magic weapon and a precious sword raiser, now walking alone in the rivers and lakes, is still only willing to buy the cheapest drink.

Of course, he started practicing right now, in a fresh way that was different from the six-step stake and the sword furnace stake.

On the other side of the waterfall water pavilion, Chen Ping'an did not carry the sword box this time, and chose to stay in the courtyard, because there were bearded men and young Taoist priests he trusted.

But the flask was still pinned to his waist.

Walking in the mountains and rivers of the countryside, don't make trouble, don't be afraid, and then be careful and save your life first, this is Chen Ping'an's rivers and lakes.

Chen Ping'an stepped on the railing near the water again, and was just about to use his strength to jump towards the amazing waterfall, after thinking about it, he still took a step forward and stepped on the stone pedestal, so as not to accidentally break the wooden railing due to his full punch, even if Senior Song definitely didn't want to lose money himself, it was not a matter after all.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground, and his wrists twisted lightly a few times.

This first punch first tests the weight and thickness of the falling momentum of the waterfall.

Let's try it with seven or eight points of strength.

As soon as Chen Ping'an stepped out, a loud noise sounded on the ground, but fortunately, the sound of the waterfall was amazing, enough to cover up the movement of his foot on the ground.

Chen Ping'an's body was like a bed, and the crossbow arrows rushed towards the waterfall quickly.

The momentum is like a rainbow, and it is smashed with a fist.

The fist penetrated the depths of the waterfall, but when the whole arm almost crossed the waterfall curtain, the head and shoulders were smashed by the waterfall, Chen Ping'an's whole body was forced to tilt with it, and he was instantly rushed down, fell into the depths of the waterhole, and was pulled by the turbulent water flow and turned over a few times, and finally a head emerged on the relatively stable water surface near the water pavilion, Chen Ping'an slapped the water surface of the deep pool, jumped to the water pavilion, and stood on the pedestal outside the railing, only to feel that his head was dizzy, especially the punching arms and shoulders on both sides were hot and painful, the key was that the depths of the waterhole were rocky, and Chen Ping'an's head was not lightly hit。

Fortunately, the Luoluo Mountain Bamboo Building tempered his physique, and Chen Ping'an endured hardships and ate commonplace, which was far from hurting the physical body and the deep trauma of the soul, even if it was not a tickle, Chen Ping'an still felt that it was quite light and light.

In the second punch, Chen Ping'an used nine points of strength, and he opened the way with the iron horse chisel formation taught by the old man surnamed Cui, trying to break the water curtain with his fists, and hit the stone wall behind the waterfall with one punch.

It's a pity that the fist touched the surface of the stone wall slightly, and the whole person was smashed into the bottom of the water by the pouring water like the top of the mountain.

Emerging from the water again, returning to the outer edge of the water pavilion to fix his body, Chen Ping'an did not change the breath that flowed rapidly this time, and held back this true qi like a fire dragon patrolling the Quartet, and once again handed a very powerful punch to the waterfall.

This time, Chen Ping'an's fist successfully smashed on the cold stone wall at the end of the waterfall curtain, but it was slightly weak, let alone a pothole, I am afraid that even the slightest trace could not be left.

Under the moonlight.

Chen Ping'an, who was uneasy to calm in the sea of dantian qi, had to spit out a mouthful of turbid air, slowly breathing with the old man Yang's breathing technique, eighteen stop sword air circulation, practice makes perfect, it has already become Chen Ping'an's instinct, without deliberately controlling it, it can flow on its own, and quickly pass through more than a dozen tricks that are even named differently from the name of today's qifu. It was stuck between six and seven stops, and now it is stuck between twelve and thirteen, just like being blocked by a chasm, and it is difficult to move forward.

Chen Ping'an held his breath and threw a fourth punch towards the waterfall.

After repeating this, after more than a dozen punches, Chen Ping'an could only stand firmly with his back against the railing, so he simply sat down cross-legged, took off the wine gourd in the gap between the steady qi sea, and began to drink slowly.

Chen Ping'an looked up at the bright moon above his head, the book said that the moon is his hometown Ming, and also said that the moon swells in the river, and that the bright moon on the sea is born together.

The moon in his hometown lacks a full moon, and the young man who worked hard for his livelihood at the beginning doesn't know how many times he has seen it, he has seen it with Liu Xianyang, and he has also seen it with the little slug Gu Can, after watching it for a long time, except for the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the rest of Chen Ping'an has no feeling. Twice out of the long trip, and saw the starry plains, the moon surging the magnificent scenery of the river, it is really good-looking, now in order to send the sword to the inverted hanging mountain, you must rush to the southernmost old dragon city, I don't know how beautiful the scene of the moon on the sea will be.

Chen Ping'an put away his thoughts, stood up, don't raise his sword, and started the next round of punching, the rule he set for himself was to be sure to hand out the three-punch iron riding chisel formation in one go. The barefoot old man in the bamboo building once said with a smile that the battle on the battlefield, the golden iron horse, the first-class elite rider in the world, will never be a soft egg that will lie down after one or two chiseling formations.

Being smashed down by a huge waterfall again and again, Chen Ping'an's body and body, the perception of pain, became clearer and clearer, this time at the end of work, Chen Ping'an lay directly on the pedestal, panting for breath.

If the old man surnamed Cui was just punching alone from beginning to end, tempering Chen Ping'an's body and soul, and letting him be beaten passively, without asking Chen Ping'an to "peel his skin and cramp" himself, without these tragic actions, maybe Chen Ping'an's boxing practice today can only end here, and he has no persistent thoughts of punching.

Once, the barefoot old man looked down at Chen Ping'an, who was lying in a pool of blood, and sneered: "I can't bear this bit of hardship, and I still want to be among the Nine Realms and Ten Realms?"

Chen Ping'an only wanted to scold the old man a few words at that time, but unfortunately he had more than enough heart and strength, and he couldn't say a word.

Compared to the suffering suffered by Luoluo Mountain, now is a blessing!

You can't go farther and farther, but the more unaccustomed you are to endure hardships.

Chen Ping'an, who was silently thinking in his heart, slowly got up and gritted his teeth again and punched again.

A quarter of an hour later, the waterfall under the moon still smashed into a rumbling pool, as if to ridicule the young man's indiscretion, and the grasshopper shook the tree.

Chen Ping'an floated on his back on the water, his eyes wide open, and he looked at the sky.

Went ashore again and punched, Chen Ping'an shouted angrily, "Open it for me!"

The waterfall curtain was indeed punched out of a big hole by the fierce fist, but in an instant, Chen Ping'an's fist slammed on the stone wall, and his whole body almost passed through the waterfall, but soon he was knocked into the bottom of the water without any suspense, and after drifting around with the water flow in the deep pool, he climbed onto the base of the water pavilion.

In the second half of the night, Chen Ping'an, who was like a chicken in soup, sat on the railing, just trembling and lifting the wine jug, raising his head and taking a sip of Huadiao Aged Wine, he felt that his throat was feverish, and his liver and sausage were hot, so he had to put away his sword gourd, and he didn't dare to drink even a small sip.

The lanterns of Jianshui Villa in the distance are hung high, and the banquet is far from over, and there are young women who are disciples of the villa who also serve as sword attendants, dancing swords for the guests, and cheering continuously.

Chen Ping'an tilted his head and stared at the waterfall that seemed to be invincible in the world.

Chen Ping'an punched for the last time, using the god-man drum pose, the dragonfly dotted the water and drifted all the way to tread the water, and when he was close to the waterfall, he pierced the waterfall with his fist and arm again and again......

When the manpower was finally exhausted, Chen Ping'an knew that he could stop practicing boxing tonight, he was exhausted, and if he continued to fight the waterfall, he might be washed to the bottom of the deep pool one time, completely fainted, and finally floated a corpse.

Chen Ping'an walked out of the water pavilion drenched wet, passed by the landscape pavilion, and returned to the courtyard.

After sleeping for less than three hours, Chen Ping'an scribbled breakfast the next morning, and walked six steps to the waterfall water pavilion.

Until noon, he returned the same way, only this time, Chen Ping'an had to ask Zhang Shanfeng to inform Jianshui Villa that he needed a big bucket, and when the old steward of Chu sent a trustworthy villa maid to bring the bucket, and after filling it with hot water, Chen Ping'an closed the door and soaked in it.

The medicinal herbs that Wei Yan purchased from Niujiaoshan Baozhai were only enough to use three times, and Rouge County used it once, and after this time, there was only one last chance left.

Today, Jianshui Villa is still welcoming people from all walks of life who come to the door one after another, and tomorrow is the auspicious day of the zodiac to elect the leader of the martial arts alliance.

In this way, the heroes of the green forest and the heroes of the rivers and lakes are busy going from door to door, either learning martial arts from each other, or asking questions from their predecessors, or going to the great grandmaster to mix familiar faces, coming and going, in groups, and it is very lively.

In the night, Chen Ping'an had dinner with Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng, and then went to the waterfall alone.

This time, in addition to hitting the waterfall with the boxing tricks taught by the old man surnamed Cui, because in a pool of water about two feet away from the water surface, not in the middle of the waterfall, there is a towering stone pier, the size of a chessboard, for some reason under the impact of thousands of years of water, it has not been cut off, Chen Ping'an had a whim, stood on the stone, stood still with the sword furnace pile, and let the waterfall water crash on the top of his head, and was smashed so that Chen Ping'an had to stand in a standing posture and change to a sitting position, and finally sat unsteadily and fell into the water.

After several times, Chen Ping'an was able to insist on a small half-burnt incense stick with a sword furnace pile, and then insist on a half-burnt incense stick in a sitting posture with his head held high, and finally lowered his head and stretched out beyond the waterfall, so that his back could bear the impact more, roughly adding up to just enough incense. Compared with punching the waterfall, Chen Ping'an was surprised to find that this kind of "immovable like a mountain" water mill kung fu is more beneficial, vaguely, the body is like a strong wind blowing, the door of the house is loosened, and the eighteen stop sword qi is running, more and more rapid, fast as thunder.

Discovering this unexpected joy, Chen Ping'an poured a sip of wine, but it burned badly in his stomach, and Chen Ping'an had to jump around in the water pavilion, grinning his teeth.

I went to the bottom of the waterfall to erect a pile several times, in the second half of the night, the moonlight was still the same, the singing and dancing of Jianshui Villa became stronger, the young man walked back to the yard in high spirits, there was a bucket in the house, and the two sword maids of the villa who were waiting outside the courtyard all day long, on call, Chen Ping'an used up the last of the baggage Zhai medicinal materials.

Chen Ping'an slept unprecedentedly this time, and slept directly until the third pole of the sun.

After a full meal, I left the yard in good spirits, nodded with a smile with the two swordsmen of the villa, slowly walked the pile, passed the Shanshui Pavilion, and came to the water pavilion that looked at each other with the waterfall for nearly hundreds of years, I heard that the Jianshui Villa was built only sixty or seventy years, but this nameless water pavilion existed early, but over time, the world is used to the water pavilion into the Jianshui Villa.

When Chen Ping'an walked away.

The two bored girl swordsmen gathered together to whisper and whisper.

A goose-faced girl said that the foreigner was really a weirdo. The other person smiled and said that he was not a strange person, how could he make our old owner look at him with blue eyes?

The goose-faced girl joked to her partner, although this son is not as good as the young owner, but he is also delicate and delicate, do you like it?

In addition, the young swordsman said that he had seen the peerless demeanor of the young master, but he couldn't look down on other men.

The two girls took advantage of the fact that there was no one around, so they laughed and played, for them, practicing swordsmanship in Jianshui Villa, it was a great blessing, and they might be arranged by the Bodhisattva's heartfelt lady to marry a handsome man with a bright future, but Jianshui Villa will always be their maiden home, and they don't have to worry about the wind and waves of the rivers and lakes for the rest of their lives.

When Chen Ping'an approached the Water Pavilion today, he found that the old Song seniors were sitting on the bench early.

Walking up the steps quickly, sitting opposite each other, Song Yuyao, who had been looking sideways at the waterfall, retracted his gaze, looked at Chen Ping'an, nodded and praised: "It's a bit of a sprout, it's breathtaking." ”

Chen Ping'an grinned.

Song Yujiao asked: "Does the old man Zhuangzi's self-brewed wine taste better?"

Chen Ping'an scratched his head and said: "It's much better, but when I buy wine in the future, I will have a headache." ”

Song Yuyao couldn't help laughing, "What, you will be short of silver?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, and said sincerely: "There is no shortage of money now, but drinking this kind of thing, it seems that it is not beneficial to practice boxing, I will feel that spending this money is a waste of money, just drinking and drinking will get used to it, if there is no wine in the wine jug around me, it will definitely be empty." ”

Song Yujiao teased: "You are not a married girl, the old man has the money to drink, drink the best wine, it is right, what else do you talk about running a family?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head vigorously and said: "You still have to save some money, now that drinking has become a habit, there is no way to change it, but if I develop the habit of spending lavishly, I will regret it." ”

Song Yuyao stretched out his hand and pointed at the young man, "You can't be a rich man who enjoys happiness for a lifetime." ”

Chen Ping'an smiled brightly: "It's already good to have a meal and a meal with wine." ”

Song Yuyao was infected by the young man's emotions, and he also smiled, "Then who will cook for you and buy you wine?"

Chen Ping'an blurted out: "If I have a daughter-in-law, I still cook and I buy wine!"

Song Yu snorted, glared and said: "Guapi! You don't seem to be like a sass, you married a daughter-in-law, do you just worship her as a bodhisattva?

Chen Ping'an was a little timid, took off the wine gourd and took a sip.

The girl he likes said that she can beat a hundred Chen Ping'an with one hand.

If he dares to have such thoughts, he must not be beaten to death?

Besides, now I can't even say what I like people, God knows what his future daughter-in-law will be.

Of course, it would be best if the surname could be Ning.

Chen Ping'an is stupid.

Song Yuyao looked at the young man who was wandering thousands of miles, and said helplessly: "It turns out that he is really a melon coward." ”

Song Yuyao was too lazy to instill in the young man the idea that a good man in the rivers and lakes should be able to lower his daughter-in-law, so he restrained his expression and said solemnly: "From three to four, in addition to the impurities of the martial artist's body and body, which need to be tempered and eliminated bit by bit, it is necessary to start paying attention to the state of mind.

In the end, Song Yuyao's expression was fierce, his voice was very loud, and he almost glared at Chen Ping'an angrily.

Chen Ping'an's heart and heart remained unmoved, nodded and said: "One thing I believe will never change." ”

Song Yuyao stood up, his whole body was incomparably majestic, like a burst of sword qi like a waterfall pressing on the young man in front of him, "What a big breath, you said it so lightly! I see that you Chen Ping'an have never really been transparent at all!"

Chen Ping'an stood up after him, his eyes bright, "Senior Song, in fact, the state of mind you said, no obstacles, transparent, I don't really understand the true meaning of these words, but I just think it's ......."

When Chen Ping'an said this, he turned his head and stretched out his hand to point to the waterfall where the immortal's sleeve hung like a sword, "I must punch through the entire waterfall and make a punch mark on the stone wall, I even think that sooner or later, I will hit the waterfall backwards with one punch, and the water will explode, and I will no longer be able to press down my head even a little!"

Song Yujiao suddenly shouted angrily: "In this case, if you don't punch at this time, when will you wait?!"

Almost pure instinct, Chen Ping'an turned sideways, faced the waterfall outside the water pavilion, took a few steps back, stood at the top of the steps, and posed an ancient boxing fight with the old man surnamed Cui who had never mentioned his name, as a starting gesture, in one go.

Even if Song Yu, the sword saint of the Combing Water Country, is in the Water Pavilion, but in the eyes of Chen Ping'an, Song Yu is already gone, and even the entire Water Pavilion is gone, between heaven and earth, there is only the opponent of the fist, and the waterfall of the world falls from the sky!

Chen Ping'an's trip to the south, the six steps of the pile are all slow, even slower.

But this time, Chen Ping'an went fast and fastest!

The pace is so great that the last step of the six-step pile directly smashed the railing of the water pavilion, and stepped on the pedestal, and the end of the water pavilion steps to the edge of the pedestal outside the railing was directly stepped on by the teenager Six footprints, and then rushed away, the fist was so thick that a sleeve wrapped around the green dragon.

With a punch that broke through the waterfall, Chen Ping'an rushed into the water curtain and smashed his fist on the stone wall.

The stone wall was suddenly shattered, countless gravel rebounded, and countless waterfall splashes were shattered.

That's not all, Chen Ping'an swapped left and right, punch after punch, and smashed on the stone wall again and again.

This is the true atmosphere of the drumming of the gods.

There are countless flying rocks, and the waterfall is turbulent.

From the water pavilion to the height of the waterfall, a brilliant rainbow finally appeared because of the great dispersion of water vapor.

Song Yuyao, who was standing in the water pavilion with his hands behind his back, was blowing in the wind, blowing his temples, and his sleeves were even more hunting, and the old man looked up to the rainbow that was made by manpower, and laughed happily: "Strong!"