After Chen Ping'an completely passed out, at the staircase between the first and second floors, the boy in Tsing Yi finally let go of the arm of the girl in the pink skirt, who rushed over, her face was full of tears, crying like a little flower cat, she turned her head and sobbed while checking Chen Ping'an's pulse and checking the movement of her spirit...... If the master dies, I will fight with you......"

The little boy in Tsing Yi's face sank like water, "Say that you stupid girl is not convinced, and you recklessly disturb the operation of Chen Ping'an's qi, you will be regarded as an enemy by that sword qi, and you will be beaten half to death, and it will delay Chen Ping'an's opportunity to preach, maybe you will kill him, and it was a good opportunity, but you turned it into a disaster." ”

The girl in the pink skirt choked up sadly: "The master is covered with blood, and the master is dying, are you satisfied now? I'm not stupid! You are just a snake gallstone coveted by the master, the master shouldn't have brought you back, you have no conscience, the master is so good to us......"

The little boy in Tsing Yi jumped slightly, squatted on the green bamboo railing, and said angrily: "Chen Ping'an is not dead, you don't count, just your little way, you know a fart." ”

The cry of the girl in the pink skirt became smaller and smaller, because she found that the two qi engines in Chen Ping'an's body were chaotic and manic at the beginning, but gradually stabilized, like a mountain and water meeting, although at the beginning the water and stones collided, splashing thousands of waves, agitated, and the weather was dangerous, but as time went by, it had become stable and peaceful, and the soul and divine consciousness that trembled violently because of pain were also calmed down, and began to change from wailing to whimpering.

Chen Ping'an was deeply sleepy, and his distorted and hideous dark face returned to normal little by little, and finally he was like a baby in swaddling clothes, sleeping extra sweetly.

The girl in the pink skirt was overjoyed, her face was full of tears, and she whispered to the boy in Tsing Yi: "The master is fine, but he is really asleep." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi rolled his eyes, stood up, used the railing as a crossway, and began to walk.

After Chen Ping'an fainted, the girl in the pink skirt completely lost her backbone, so she had to ask the boy in Tsing Yi for help, "What should I do next?"

The boy in Tsing Yi walked up and down the railing, silent, to be honest, he only vaguely knew a rough idea, and then how to deal with Chen Ping'an, he really didn't dare to make a conclusion. It is true that he covets Chen Ping'an's snake gallstones, but to say that he took advantage of the danger of others and made a trick of falling into the well, he really underestimated him, a good brother of the god of water in the river, he would rather kill Chen Ping'an with a head-on punch, and snatch the pile of snakes and gallstones like a hill openly, and he would not act sneakily.

When you come out to mix the rivers and lakes, you have to talk about morality.

This has always been the rule of the rivers and lakes that he abides by.

The water god brothers once said to him after a drunken and learned words, "The morality of the rivers and lakes can't be too much, but there should always be a little bit, if you don't talk about it at all, it is a real dragon, and sooner or later you will have to drown in the rivers and lakes." ”

The little boy in Tsing Yi was stunned, and then his eyes were dark, and when he looked up, he found a white-clothed fairy standing beside him, with a smile on his face, looking down at him.

The guy named Wei Bai smiled at the little boy in Tsing Yi and said, "Little Water Snake, you didn't want to kill your master, I'm surprised." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi couldn't stand the handsome smiling face of this guy the most, as if the two naturally clashed with each other, especially when Wei Yan teased himself in a condescending tone, he couldn't help but scold: "Lao Tzu didn't fuck your mother at the beginning, I regret it!"

Wei Yan swayed with his big sleeves and jumped off the railing in a chic manner, during which he gently patted the head of the boy in Tsing Yi and said with a smile: "Naughty." ”

seemed to be an understatement, but he was slapped by the boy in Tsing Yi and fell on the railing, so painful that he covered his crotch and grinned his teeth.

If it is changed to another place, it is a copper mountain and iron mountain, and it can also be collapsed for him, but this small bamboo building is really not ordinarily strong and solid.

Wei Yan sat beside Chen Ping'an, holding Chen Ping'an's wrist with one hand, and his pulse was calm, which was a good sign.

The girl in the pink skirt asked in a low voice, "Immortal Master Wei, it's cold outside, do you want to move my master into the house?"

Wei Yan smiled: "You are a dragon genus, and you have an excellent resistance to the scorching heat and cold, so you may not feel deep, in fact, this bamboo building has an advantage, that is, it is warm in winter and cool in summer, even if you are an ordinary person, you will not frostbite your muscles and bones if you take off your clothes in the bamboo building on a snowy day." Therefore, it is more appropriate to let your master lie down and sleep here, and not touch him at all. ”

The girl in the pink skirt breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly bowed to Wei Bai to thank her.

Wei Yan didn't care about this, and asked with a smile: "Did Chen Ping'an bring a change of clean clothes?"

The girl in the pink skirt shook her head and said, "The master should not have thought about staying long on this trip up the mountain, and there are no clothes in the basket." ”

Wei Yan frowned, looking at the clothes on Chen Ping'an's body as if they had been soaked in blood, and when he woke up, he was still wearing such a body, it was definitely not a problem, so he proposed: "It's okay for you to go to the town to buy clothes, or go to Mud Bottle Lane to get clothes, go and go back quickly, Chen Ping'an shouldn't take too long to wake up." ”

The girl in the pink skirt sighed and was about to leave.

The boy in Tsing Yi had gloomy eyes and stared at Wei Yan, "I can't believe you." ”

Wei Yan thought for a moment, "Then you stay." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi threw a gold ingot to the girl in the pink skirt, "In addition to buying new clothes for the master, prepare a few sets for the two of us." ”

The girl in the pink skirt smiled, "I don't need to." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi said with a straight face: "I'll be polite to you." ”

The girl in the pink skirt was a little sad, ran down the bamboo building with a smoke, and rushed down the mountain.

After that, the boy in Tsing Yi sat on the railing, with his back to Chen Ping'an, who was lying on the ground, and Wei Yan, who was sitting, with a lot of thoughts.

Chen Ping'an slept for a day and a night before waking up, after some washing, he changed into clean clothes, the whole person was refreshed, did not wear straw shoes, he stood barefoot in the corridor on the second floor of the bamboo building, the soles of his feet were covered with a layer of calluses as thick as iron and stone, the earliest calluses when he was young, were ground out by rough straw shoes, and later thickened by the gravel, grass and thorns.

Chen Ping'an's hair was pinned to the white hosta, with eight small characters engraved by his own hands.

He held the locust wood sword in his arms, looked to the south, and was stunned.

Wei Yan went and returned, brought some medicinal herbs, and asked the girl in the pink skirt to help cook the medicine, which was used to warm Chen Ping'an's vitality, Chen Ping'an was used to solving everything by himself, so he wanted to do it himself, she didn't let her live or die, wrinkled with a red and fluttering little face, and the pitiful appearance of the wind and rain was coming, Chen Ping'an couldn't stand this, so he had to give up.

The little boy in Tsing Yi ran to wander around, like the lord of a country inspecting the territory, he walked to the mountain today, there is a mountain temple on the top of the mountain, enshrined in a strange mountain god with a golden head, the ancestral temple has not yet been completed, and there are still some finishing touches, so there are officials from the Yamen of the Ministry of Dali Industry, monks who are responsible for helping according to the orders of the imperial court, plus the young and strong people of the town and the remnants of the prisoners, the fish and dragons are mixed.

Wei Yan was standing beside Chen Ping'an at this moment, and said with a smile: "Such a random collision, I didn't suffer in vain, and I was finally about to reach the Three Realms." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "It's much faster than I imagined, I thought it would take at least three or five years." ”

"It's hard to talk, it's boring, it's gone. ”

Wei Yan smiled dumbly, shook his head and left, this time he didn't fly around, walked down the stairs step by step, and left in a leisurely manner.

After Wei Yan's figure disappeared, Chen Ping'an patted his heart and said to himself: "I know that you are unwilling and reluctant to stay with me." ”

Chen Ping'an said in a low voice: "That sword cultivator Cao Jun must have something extraordinary to make you so excited." It's really normal, the sword cultivation of the Eight Realms and Nine Realms, such a big mountain immortal, of course, is much stronger than me. But there is no way, you were given to me by Master Wensheng, so you can't go anywhere until I die......"

Chen Ping'an's heart felt a cone pain, and his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he was about to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Ping'an gritted his teeth, forcibly swallowed the mouthful of blood, and said vaguely: "Although I don't know what the truth is, I can roughly guess that you can easily kill me, but for some reason, you can't kill me." So you're in an awkward position, right?"

After a while, Chen Ping'an stretched out his palm to wipe the two blood stains flowing from his nostrils, "It's okay, I still have several clean clothes on the mountain, and my little maid is a fire python, and the clothes can be washed off as soon as they are taken off, so they can be dried on the spot and continue to wear." If you have the ability, you will continue to run around between the qi mansions, this is a bit of bitterness, hehe, I, Chen Ping'an, am really not bragging to you, it's really nothing, I tasted it even more powerful when I was five years old. ”

A burst of abdominal cramps, turning the river and the sea.

Chen Ping'an, who was standing barefoot in the corridor, just hugged the Huaimu sword in his arms, his eyes were resolute, but his voice inevitably trembled slightly, "If I shout out a pain, you will be my ancestor in the future." ”

Eighteen air mansions, eighteen passes, among which between six and seven, twelve and thirteen, there seem to be two insurmountable moats.

Before, Chen Ping'an ran his breath, and he could only pass through the six tricks in one breath, although the qi machine had not yet reached the point of the end of the strong crossbow, but it was like there was no way forward, and he could only hit his head against the wall and return again and again in vain. This time, after inexplicably integrating the silver sword embryo from his hand into his heart, he still couldn't touch the seventh Xiongguan in one go, but between six and seven, it seemed that some kind of bottleneck had loosened.

Just like someone is conscientiously building roads and bridges, the scene on the other side of the bank is beginning to be faintly visible, getting closer and closer each time.

Moreover, compared with the tempering of the body by practicing boxing and walking piles, the wanton vertical and horizontal sword qi in the body has a more significant effect, which is a bit of a force for Chen Ping'an to have to cultivate both inside and outside.

Like a big mountain, Chen Ping'an has always wanted to open a mountain and build a road before, but he has no way to start, overcomes obstacles, and the progress is extremely slow.

As a result, after the sword embryo entered the body, just like the boy in Tsing Yi showed his true body, wandering between the mountains, a rough "mountain road" naturally appeared, Chen Ping'an only needed to follow its buttocks, and keep tinkering, digging and filling.

Chen Ping'an is not afraid of hardship, but few people in the world really like to endure hardship, and Chen Ping'an is certainly no exception.

But if hardship can be exchanged for benefits, Chen Ping'an will not hesitate to ask for hardship.

Because of so many years of being alone and living hard, Chen Ping'an understood a truth, in life, many people do a lot of things, and hardship is hardship, just hardship.

No pain, no gain? It depends on whether God agrees to take a nap.

It is still necessary to put most of the belongings in the blacksmith shop of Miss Ruan's house, and the people in the down-and-out mountains are too mixed, and Chen Ping'an is really not at ease.

If it weren't for Li Xisheng before, Chen Ping'an would have suffered a big loss even if he was at the door of his own house in Mud Bottle Lane.

No wonder the boy in Tsing Yi chanted that mantra when he had something to do, the rivers and lakes were sinister.

Chen Ping'an's head shook to the side, and he suddenly reached out to cover his mouth, and blood seeped out from between his fingers.

Chen Ping'an took a big breath and spread out his palms, a puddle of scarlet.

Chen Ping'an said indignantly: "Next, I will go down the mountain to build a tomb for my father and mother, during this time, we will temporarily truce, how about it?"

The sword embryo that was about to collide with a qi aperture wall again slowly calmed down, as if acquiescing to Chen Ping'an's request.

After that, Chen Ping'an went down the mountain alone, carrying a backpack and carrying most of his belongings, and found Ruan Xiu in the blacksmith's shop, and had to ask her to help him again to help put the things back into the yellow mud house.

After hearing that Chen Ping'an was going to repair the tomb, Ruan Xiu wanted to help, Chen Ping'an shook his head and didn't agree, saying that it was not a big deal, he spent money to hire some craftsmen, and the money could afford it.

Ruan Xiu didn't insist, only said that if you need help, you will let me know, and you don't need to be polite.

Chen Ping'an said with a wry smile that if he was really polite to her, he would not have made this trip.

The girl smiled.

Chen Ping'an no longer had any worries, so he went to the town with the silver, and soon found someone, and then asked the old craftsman about some rules and etiquette about the tomb repair, negotiated the price, picked an auspicious day of the zodiac, and began to work. Chen Ping'an stared at it from beginning to end, helping if he could, never interfering if it was inconvenient to mix, and obeying the orders of the old craftsmen.

It's probably because the boy gave enough silver, and the bits and pieces of the usual work together, the feeling that the young man gave to the craftsmen, and his heart was sincere enough, so everything went smoothly and there were no twists and turns.

In the end, the grave that was carefully and carefully repaired was not better than ordinary people, not to mention how extravagant, and the words on the tombstone were carved by Chen Ping'an himself who stayed up all night.

After settling the account, Chen Ping'an and the group bent down to thank them.

The last person returned to the grave with the sacrifices, and when Chen Ping placed the sacrifices, he hesitated, brought a pot of good wine, and when he toasted his father at the grave, he looked at the grave on his mother's side, scratched his head and said: "Mother, my father doesn't seem to have drunk wine, you let him drink it once." ”

Then he turned his head slightly and smiled at another adjacent tomb: "Dad, if you are not used to drinking, or if you make your mother unhappy, give me a dream, and I won't bring you wine next time." ”

Chen Ping'an finished pouring the pot of wine, wiped his face, and grinned: "Dad, mother, if you don't speak, then I will take your promise." ”

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After that, Chen Ping'an went to the immortal tomb and worshiped a few statues of the gods in a familiar way.

Chen Ping'an did not build roads and bridges on a large scale, but chose this immortal tomb, and in the name of Ruan Xiu, hired craftsmen to repair those dilapidated statues. Ruan Xiu didn't know why, but she didn't ask anything, just nodded and agreed. After the last catastrophe, at that night, all the people of the town could hear the cracking sound of the immortal tomb, similar to the cracking of firecrackers. The statue is becoming more and more scarce and more dilapidated, Chen Ping'an listened to Ruan Xiu's suggestion, this large-scale repair, in principle, is to repair the old as the old, try to maintain the original appearance, if it is not possible to ensure the restoration, only to ensure that the re-erected statue will not collapse again, never tamper with at will, so for this purpose a temporary bamboo shed was built to shelter from the wind and rain.

Occasionally, Chen Pingan would go to the two shops in Dragon Lane to sit down, and then he was so busy, before the Chinese New Year's Eve, Chen Pingan made a special trip to Luoluo Mountain to find the Tsing Yi boy and the girl in the pink skirt.

After Ruan Xiu learned the news, he said that he was just going to stare at the construction of Shenxiu Mountain, so he entered the mountain with Chen Ping'an, and then did not part ways, but changed his mind halfway, saying that he wanted to see the bamboo building of Chen Ping'an's house. Of course, Chen Ping'an will not refuse.

When Chen Ping'an and Ruan Xiu appeared at the foot of the mountain, the boy in Tsing Yi stood on the railing and was amazed, "The twin peaks are majestic, and the scenery is absolutely beautiful." ”

The girl in the pink skirt stood on tiptoe, looked into the distance, and wondered: "South of Luoluo Mountain, there are no peaks." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi turned his head and glanced at her, and said with a wicked smile: "You're still young." ”

He hugged the back of his head with both hands, his feet were rooted and immovable, his body swayed back and forth on the railing, and he muttered: "Where can you find such a good girl? Really, I have the right conscience. ”

The girl in the pink skirt thought deeply and said, "Xiuxiu girl, it's really good." ”

Chen Ping'an and Ruan Xiu slowly climbed the mountain, Ruan Xiu said that she had received a letter from the pillow post before, and then there was indeed a blind old Taoist with a lame boy and a round-faced little girl, entered the town, and went to the shop in Qilong Lane to find her, but the three masters and apprentices soon continued to go north, saying that they wanted to try their luck in Dali Beijing.

Chen Ping'an remembered the old Taoist who had shared hardships, so he thought of Lin Shouyi and his practice of "Langlang Book on the Clouds", so he asked her some things about the Five Thunder Rectification, but unfortunately Ruan Xiu was never interested in these things, and he didn't know much, so he could only say some hearsay things.

During the chatting along the way, Chen Ping'an learned that Master Ruan had accepted three registered disciples this year, a young man with long eyebrows, surnamed Xie, although he had lived in Taoye Lane for generations, but in his generation, his family was in the middle of the road, and if he didn't enter the blacksmith shop, he would sell his ancestral house and move to the rest of the alleys. He also has an older sister and a younger brother.

A young man who doesn't like to talk, he became Ruan Xiu's father's registered disciple at the latest.

In the first heavy snow of winter, he knelt by the well for a day and a night, begging Ruan Qiong's disciples to take in. He didn't move, he was covered in snow.

It may be that the sincerity is open, and Ruan Qiong promised him to enter the shop to cast a sword and strike iron.

After the boy surnamed Xie, a girl from the Fengxue Temple became the second disciple. According to Ruan Xiu, that girl was in the Fengxue Temple, and she was mediocre in talent, and she seemed to have made a big mistake and was expelled from the school, so she found Ruan Shi, who was self-reliant.

Then Ruan Qiong said that she was actually undecided, and she subconsciously wanted to find a way out of what she did. She can stay, and even teach her swordsmanship, but she won't be taken as an apprentice.

She worked as a handyman in the blacksmith for a long time, and one day she cut off one of the thumbs of her sword-holding hand.

She found Ruan Qiong with a pale face and said that from today onwards, she would start practicing sword with her left hand and start all over again.

Speaking of these, Ruan Xiu always looked calm, as if she was talking about the old hen and the fluffy chicken cubs.

Chen Ping'an's lights were dark, and he didn't realize this, in his impression, this girl was very good, so good that people couldn't find fault with it.

Chen Ping'an was thinking more about "on the mountain" at that time.

Chen Ping'an knows that as long as he can become a cultivator, no one is simple.

He himself has Lin Shouyi by his side.

Yu Lu, Xie Lingyue, that is the pride of the sky.

But through Cui Dongshan's words and Ruan Xiu's chat, Chen Ping'an probably knew one thing, even if he successfully went up the mountain and became a god in the eyes of the people, he would still be divided into three, six, nine and so on, with a strict hierarchy.

It turns out that cultivation is difficult at the beginning, difficult in the middle, and will be difficult until the end.

In this regard, Chen Ping'an has a little experience recently.

Because after the grave was repaired, the sword embryo began to deteriorate.

is even more menacing, in Chen Ping'an's acupoint, it is simply rampant, like a bamboo.

So on this side of the town's mud bottle lane, there is one more guy who often walks and stumbles, like he is drunk, or squatting on the side of the fairy tomb for some reason and coughing, or he is closed in the ancestral house, rolling on the wooden bed.

Approaching the bamboo tower, Ruan Xiu asked, "Chinese New Year's Eve, have you also been on the mountain?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "No, I will definitely go to the mud bottle alley for the New Year, that day I will finish the grave first, and when I return to the ancestral house, I will also paste the Spring Festival, Fu Zi, and the door god, and eat the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, that is, the vigil, and start setting off firecrackers in the early morning, and the two shops in Dragon Riding Lane also need to be posted, there are too many things to do, and it will definitely be very busy at that time." ”

Ruan Xiu asked, "I'll help you?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head with a smile, "No, no, it just sounds very busy, but in fact, things are very simple." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt heard that they were going down the mountain to Mud Bottle Lane for the New Year, so they had no opinion.

When Chen Ping'an was packing his luggage, he suddenly asked: "Will it be ugly to post a couplet door god in this bamboo building?"

The boy in Tsing Yi said categorically: "Of course it's ugly! Red and green, it's just vulgar." Master, I resolutely refuse to agree to this matter!"

The girl in the pink skirt also nodded slightly, agreeing with the young boy in Tsing Yi's opinion.

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "I'll just say it casually, forget it if you don't like it." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi said tentatively: "At most, paste a spring word or pour blessing." ”

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Forget it." ”

The little boy in Tsing Yi was a little weak-hearted, "Master, you don't hold a grudge against me, right? If you really want to make some New Year's flavor, we can discuss it well, for example, master, as long as you give me a not so ordinary snake gallstone, I will take the initiative to help paste the Spring Festival couplets, up and down the bamboo building, inside and out, it's no problem!"

Chen Ping'an rewarded a chestnut over, "I thank you." ”

After descending the mountain, Ruan Xiu separated from them and went to Shenxiu Mountain.

Before you know it, it's already the Chinese New Year's Eve.

After going to the grave together, returning to Mud Bottle Lane, and posting Spring Festival couplets at the door, the boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt said that the paste was crooked, and the other said that it was not crooked, which made Chen Ping'an a little confused.

During the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Chen Ping'an, who made a sumptuous meal, did not forget to give each of them an ordinary snake gallstone, and the little boy in Tsing Yi threw it into his mouth without saying a word, biting it crunchyly and laughing like a flower.

The girl in the pink skirt bowed her head reservedly and ate, her face full of happiness.

In the evening, under the table lay a small stove with enough charcoal, and all three of them rested their legs on the edge of the brazier, and all of them changed into new clothes.

There were a lot of food and pastries brought by his own shop on the table, and Chen Ping'an had a book, bamboo slips and carving knives in front of him.

He's going to keep a vigil.

Year after year, it's been the same. It's just that this year, it's different, Chen Ping'an is no longer alone.

The girl in the pink skirt was snorting melon seeds, and the boy in Tsing Yi held her cheeks with both hands, looked at Chen Ping'an, and asked with a smile: "Master, will you reward me with a snake gallstone as soon as you are happy for the New Year?"

Chen Ping'an looked at the book carefully with the help of the brighter lights than in previous years, and did not raise his head, "No." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi was not annoyed, but smiled happily, and asked, "Master, let me come tomorrow morning when you set off firecrackers?"

Chen Ping'an raised his head and nodded with a smile, "Okay." ”

He turned his head to look at the girl in the pink skirt, who quickly put down the melon seeds in her hand and made a playful gesture of covering her ears with her hands.

After Chen Ping'an grimaced at her, he continued to look down at the book.

The two little ones looked at each other and smiled, then looked together at the top of the boy's head.

There was an inconspicuous hairpin with eight small characters written on it, and the content was related to the reader.

Regarding this, just like whether the Spring Festival couplets are crooked or not, there is a dispute between them in private, the boy in Tsing Yi feels that it doesn't match the old man at all, and the girl in the pink skirt feels that it can't be more suitable.

When the child is over, it is a new year.

The boy in Tsing Yi went to bed early and fell asleep, and the girl in the pink skirt was persuaded by Chen Ping'an to doze off on the table later.

Chen Ping'an kept vigil alone, and there was only a slight sound of pages turning in the room.

The first rays of dawn appeared on heaven and earth.

Chen Ping'an got up gently, went to open the door, and looked up at the east.

Suddenly, he couldn't help coughing lightly, and then Chen Ping'an opened his mouth to spit out, and he spit out a snow-white rainbow light about an inch long.

It turned out to be a small clear flying sword.

It hovered quietly in the courtyard.

Sharp.