The time spent as a monk is very long, thousands of years pass very quickly, and the days of concentrating on cultivation day after day are very boring.

Cultivation is indeed a pleasant thing, and the moment of breaking through one small realm after another, it will give people a very satisfying sense of achievement.

But even if the scenery is beautiful, revisiting the old place will only make people feel bored after a thousand times.

Such a long time should be used to do some other things, whether it is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, firewood, rice, oil and salt, it is better than burying one's head in practice.

Cultivation is a matter of dripping stones, and you can't be in a hurry or dry.

The Great Wall will not rise from the ground, and thousand-story buildings will not rise out of thin air.

Chen Anzhi used to think so.

It's just that now, especially when Linghai is healed and everything is starting all over again, he just wants this time to pass slowly, slowly, so slow that he can rely on and walk on the land of three states and five places.

Compared with the other eighteen pavilions on the nineteenth floor, there are many fewer disciples and fewer people, so there are not so many disturbing noises.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the cranes bathe in the light and return at night, the sun is shining, and everything is so vibrant.

Chen Anzhi has been hiding in his small courtyard recently, closing the door to thank guests, and Luo Yuetong and others are still closed when they visit.

Today, a few little guys stopped in front of the courtyard gate, wondering if something had happened, and was about to break into the door, when the master didn't know what was going on, he suddenly came to Chen Anzhi's small courtyard and dispersed everyone, and a few people hid outside the courtyard because they were curious.

After Xue Changyi knocked on the door, the door was opened, he entered the courtyard for five hours, and the door opened again.

After Chen Anzhi closed the door, he felt that his body seemed to be a little heavier, and he looked around at the plants in the courtyard, which was full of greenery, and he slowly walked into the house and lay on the bed.

"Well, you don't think you're much better than me. The bruised young man in green shirt sat at the head of the bed, and below him was a dark green long sword lying horizontally, looking at the man in white like a puppet and joking.

Chen Anzhi didn't bother to pay attention, his gaze stopped above and gradually became blurred, and he closed his eyes.

Picking leaves' face became heavy, and he warned: "If you continue like this, you won't be able to bear it at all." ”

Chen Anzhi closed his eyes and didn't speak, not knowing if he was listening.

Picking leaves sighed, his eyes were full of worry, "You must know, you are no longer Jiang Chuyi three thousand years ago, you are Chen Anzhi, such a crazy breathing aura, although it can make you recover quickly, but your body is also under great threat, now it seems that every time you breathe in, it will only make your limbs stiff, the so-called stagnant water into an abyss, accumulated again and again, one day will become an abyss to swallow you." ”

In the past few days since he came out of the Sword Washing Tower, Chen Anzhi has closed his door and frantically exhaled the aura of heaven and earth, but the result is still scattered and gathered, and the meridians have been traumatized a lot under the riots of aura again and again.

After half a ring, Chen Anzhi slowly opened his eyes, and the light that was about to be dispersed was condensed, and the heaviness was also reduced a lot, and he spoke after a while: "I have always been a little curious, in the dark turmoil three thousand years ago, whether the three states and five places won or lost. ”

Picking leaves said: "It should be regarded as a win, otherwise, where would these three states and five places be so peaceful." ”

"Is it too peaceful?" Chen Anzhi muttered thoughtfully, "Why do I think it's not too peaceful. ”

Picking leaves jumped down from the head of the bed, stood aside and said, "What did you find?"

Chen Anzhi shook his head, bypassed the topic and asked, "Regarding the dark turmoil, He Anzhi is dividing the secret into nineteen sections and handing it over to nineteen people to pass on orally, do you know?"

Picking Leaves was full of doubts and asked, "Is there any secret about that dark turmoil?"

Chen Anzhi asked, "Then you shouldn't know about the Nineteen Ghost Mouth?"

The young man in the green shirt shook his head slightly, his face full of doubts, "I've heard of this, but I don't want to, what's going on?"

Chen Anzhi looked out the window at the clear sky, and he couldn't tell what the little guy was going to do for himself, what happened in the dark turmoil, this cloud of fog piled up in his heart, making him seem to hold a breath of turbidity.

In fact, Chen Anzhi knew very well about the hidden dangers of picking leaves, because he was once a sword immortal on the avenue and the owner of this body, he felt it more clearly, but the longer he walked, the more he understood, the more he felt that time was pressing, and there was no way to stabilize his mind, he wanted to enter the mouth of the nineteen ghosts as soon as possible, so even if he took a breath, he had to act like this.

Chen Anzhi came back to his senses and chuckled: "I don't know either, I just heard people talk about it, and I want to go back and take a look." ”

Picking leaves looked solemn and asked, "Who said that?"

Chen Anzhi said: "It seems to be called a debate machine······

"No way. Before Chen Anzhi finished speaking, the leaf picking was interrupted, looked at Chen Anzhi's puzzled expression, and explained: " Although I have not been out of the sword washing building, but over the years, from the mouth of the disciples of the sword also heard some rumors of three states and five places, you don't know the debate, but you must be familiar with the Daozang, the debate machine is the apprentice of the Daozang, five hundred years ago, the debate monk and the Wude Dynasty Gaoyang princess had a personal affair, after being discovered, the dynasty and Buddhism were naturally furious, forcibly separated the two, the Gaoyang princess was married to the desert, the debate machine was punished to cut off a hundred years of cultivation, and on the way to marry, the princess Gaoyang killed herself in exchange for the debate machine to be exempted from punishment, after the debate machine later knew, heartbroken, since then a slump, almost cut off the golden body, and his master Dao hidden in the heart can not bear it, set up three disasters, five calamities and nine difficulties to sharpen the debate machine, I hope he can use this to preach holy, but it's a pity that the demon in his heart has been achieved, and he finally died in the mouth of the nineteen ghosts. ”

It is also said that it was the tempering set by the debate machine himself, and it is said that he let out a lament at that time, saying that if the Buddha crosses me, if he does not cross the world, then I will become a Buddha and spend the world as an infatuated lover. ”

"There are many theories, but the only constant is that the debate machine has been dead for 500 years, can you understand?"

Chen Anzhi didn't have any expression on his face, or he didn't seem to pay attention to it at all.

Picking leaves was a little anxious, "What did you say?" ”

Chen Anzhi said indifferently: "Say what." ”

Picking leaves said: "The debate machine is a dead man five hundred years ago. ”

Chen Anzhi raised his head slightly, looked at the leaf picking, and asked, "Has anyone seen the corpse of the debate machine?"

Picking leaves hesitated: "It doesn't seem to be." ”

Chen Anzhi smiled: "Then what else do I have to say? I have a sword now." ”

Picking leaves tilted his head and blinked.

He suddenly felt that Chen Anzhi at this moment seemed to have returned to three thousand years ago, full of spirit, not afraid of heaven and earth, galloping in the world, fearless and fearless, walking on the avenue, any ghostly, delusional things, he can cut them with a sword.

After Chen Anzhi said that sentence, it seemed that he had a turbid breath, and the fog that had accumulated in his heart was opened by the sword, revealing a clear heart, he stretched out a finger, on the long sword full of cracks at the head of the bed, gently touched the cracks, and smiled: "You say, can we stir up the calm sea of Sanzhou and Wudi?"

Picking leaves, his body trembled slightly, revealing a look of disgust, and teased: "Why are your eyes as disgusting as looking at your little daughter-in-law." ”

Chen Anzhi pursed his lips and chuckled: "You dog can't spit ivory out of his mouth, it seems that he should lock you up in the Sword Washing Building for a few more years." ”

Picking leaves shrugged, his face full of indifference.

Chen Anzhi continued to close his eyes and recuperate, and the two stopped talking.

"Say it. Suddenly, picking leaves seemed to remember something and asked, "What is the big test that the person named Xue Changyi talked about?"

Chen Anzhi said with a smile: "It's just a child's house." ”

Picking leaves raised his head, his eyes fell in the direction of the courtyard gate, his face was strange, "There is a little guy at the door who has come several times, why don't you go out and have a look?"

Chen Anzhi thought for a while, "I'm still a little unable to move. ”

Picking leaves sneered, seeing through the other party's thoughts, and didn't want to say anything more at the moment.

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At night, Chen Anzhi sat in the courtyard, letting the moonlight fall on his body, suddenly felt a little hungry, walked to the kitchen and lifted the lid of the pot, there was still some cold rice, this great sword fairy likes to eat rice very much, even if he has been sanctified back then, he does not need to eat human food, he still maintains a bowl of rice every day.

In his words, it is impossible to forget the roots.

Rice is the book.

Chen Anzhi picked up the rice spoon casually and filled a bowl of rice.

"The food is cold. A voice sounded in the doorway.

Luo Yuetong walked in, skillfully bent down to take firewood, and prepared to make a fire, while saying, "I'll fry some vegetables for you and soak them in the rice." ”

Chen An held a bowl in one hand and found some pickles in the cupboard with the other, "Don't be busy, I'll just eat some." ”

Luo Yuetong didn't stop moving, Chen Anzhi squatted beside her, and pulled rice into her mouth with pickles.

She filled it with firewood and said, "You're leaving?"

He paused as he pulled the meal, "Hmm." ”

She shrugged her shoulders, a little pretended, "Where are you going?"

He put the bowl on the stove and whispered, "Nineteen ghost mouths." ”

"Be careful. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Miss Luo, thank you. ”