Chen Ping, who had some insight into the waterfall, finally did not pull out the Zhangmu sword, and took out the sword that Mr. Qi had in the ancient temple against the robes.

Chen Pingan said to himself: "What is going on, why do you feel that the sword is out, it is definitely wrong? Is it true that practicing boxing and practicing swords are two very different things, one can be able to make up for it, one is only about talent. ?"

Chen Pingan still does not know that this is not his poor understanding, but also the talent of not practicing swords, but the sword he saw, whether it is the sword-bearing person or their swordsmanship, Chen Ping of the Wufu three realms. In fact, it is too high and too far.

But the problem is that Chen Ping’s eyesight is very good. It can be seen clearly where many ordinary Wufu can’t see it. This brings an intangible burden to Chen Pingan. Whenever he wants to hand a sword, he is used to it. In pursuit of perfection, Chen Ping will feel that the sword in the sheath is worth a thousand pounds.

Chen Ping’s way of seeing and seeing this road, whether it is the Fengxue Temple Wei Jin of the land swordsman, people have not come to the sword, a sword to open the curtain of the female ghost of the land, or after the Mojia heroes weak sword A little scabbard, with a mountain of view to defend against the sword of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, or finally Qi Jingchun that a sword, easy to freehand, then open the golden light of the Baidi City Road.

This is the same as Ning Yao’s ancestral home in Mudangxiang. She walked several times on the basis of the Lushan boxing score. Chen Ping’s reluctance could keep up with the movements of Ning Yao and even ponder the true meaning of a few points of punching. Because Cui Xing’s old man has read the boxing spectrum, he has already made a final conclusion. The boxing frame of Lushan Boxing is actually very poor and not worth mentioning, so anyone can imitate it. Just like Zhao Shu of Rouge County, he peeked at Chen Pingan. After walking the pile, you can also quench your body and keep fit.

However, the most valuable place for Lushan Boxing is the one-of-a-kind slogan of "My Wufu", so Lushan Boxing is an easy entry, and it is difficult to practice boxing.

How hard is it?

It is said that the purpose of that mountain fist is to "study my boxers, meet the enemy's ancestors, and can be defeated." Cui Wei's grandfather, returning to the top Wufu of the Ten Peaks, met Lu Shen, can he punch? No, no matter what the old man has any concerns and reasons, if he only looks at the result, the old man still has not handed out that punch. It can be seen that the essence of the boxing method advocated by Lushan Spectrum, the people of the younger generation who want to master the boxing, want to fully grasp and describe it as difficult. Such as the sky is not exaggerated.

The waterfall hits the waterhole, and the water splashes, such as a million pearls collapsed and the fog rises.

"Aliang, it’s hard to practice a sword."

Chen Pingan screamed, scratching his head, drinking a sip of alcohol, and some helplessness. He stood on the railing of the otter and looked around. The final line of sight still condensed on the waterfall. Although the thought of the sword was gone, he remembered the bare-footed old man who helped him fight the three-dimensional body. He mentioned the steamed Daze style. The fist frame, it is said that this fist is the first time in the world, and the rain between the heavens and the earth is regressed.

At this moment, Chen Ping looked at the huge waterfall that plunged down. I wondered if the old man of Zhulou would give a punch, could he beat the waterfall and rise, and the water would be retreat?

Once the sword was unfamiliar and transferred to the familiar fist, Chen Pingan immediately had confidence. This confidence came from hundreds of thousands of times, from the time of the enemy.

Chen Pingan looked at the spectacular waterfall and had a whim. If he had a fist, could he beat the waterfall curtain? After being lucky enough to break through, is there still a slight punch on the tough stone wall after the waterfall? I don't know if Xu Yuanxia, ​​who is already in the temperament of the river, can make a pothole on the stone wall.

Chen Pingan has some intentions.

Only Chen Pingan quickly jumped off the railing, sat on the otter bench and drank the wine, just like a mountain resort with a lot of sights.

Chen Ping looked at the road. After a while, there was soon a group of brightly dressed people coming slowly. Some people laughed loudly and cheerfully. Some people were gentle and graceful, and they were graceful and graceful. They smiled like flowers. For the first three people, the center is a handsome son with a face like a crown jade. One side of the waist is hung with jade, and one side is hung with an uncommon short sword. On the left hand side is a sabre man, a dragon and a tiger, and he is proud of himself. On the right is a young scholar with a scarf and a folding fan.

Behind the three, there are several women and girls, and the attitude is very impressive.

Later, there are a group of young men who are accommodating from the service. Most of them are young and brilliant, and one of them is carrying a horned hard bow, which is the most eye-catching.

An indescribable breath of the rivers and lakes, coming to the side of the water.

The waterfall road of Jianshui Mountain Villa is a broken road. The end point is in this water raft. The other people are in the small road, there is almost no gap. Chen Pingan has to stay in the water for a while, thinking that they will wait for them to enter the water. Then look for an opportunity to leave. For the first three men and women to pick up the ranks, those who are from each other occupy one side, staying outside the water, and Chen Ping, who is carrying a sword in the otter, mostly just blinks and no longer cares.

The temperament is more like the head of a squad of the family. After seeing Chen Pingan, the line of sight stopped slightly, and seemed to be waiting for Chen Ping’s initiative to open his mouth. It was only after Chen Ping’s eyes met with his eyes, it seemed a bit sloppy, and the son smiled and nodded. To pay tribute, in fact, the inside is a bit strange. Entering the heroes of the rivers and lakes in the mountains, there are still people who don’t recognize themselves.

Chen Pingan nodded and returned.

When Chen Pingan planned to step out of the water, a young woman sitting next to Junyi’s son looked at Chen Ping’s soft voice: “If the son came here to enjoy the scenery, he would not have to leave without having to leave.”

Chen Pingan stunned, because the woman said that the official language of the country, he did not understand.

The woman’s heart and soul will be repeated, and it will be repeated once again in Bao’anzhou’s elegant words.

Chen Pingan only understood this.

A woman who is about 17 or 18 years old, who is tall and not lost, has a cold face and a long knife with a scabbard and a golden knives hanging around her waist. It is only rare and rare to pose in a sickle. It belongs to the reverse suspension. A little bit like the middle-aged man.

She glanced at the coffin sword behind Chen Ping, and looked at the "Jiu Red Wine Pot" where Chen Ping was not at the waist. She did not see the height of the rivers and lakes and the realm of the realm. The woman had no interest.

The sabre man is very square: "The little brother, just sitting, it is, drinking and drinking, the scenery is not restricted. If you come first, then we are disturbing the little brother's leisure and elegance. Of course, if After a while, it’s too much to talk about, and the little brothers will not go any further."

The average person would have to sit in the same place, but Chen Pingqi said with a fist: "I have been here for a long time, and I have seen the waterfall, which will return the same way."

The Sabre man laughed and laughed, but he stood up and stood up and held the fist. "No matter what, the little brother is free."

One of the youngest girls has wide eyes and feels that this strange boy is really a bad sight, a big shelf. Didn't he really know that the host in the otter was Song Fengshan, the Shaozhuang owner of Jianshui Villa? The first-class Xiaojian Xianyu on the rivers and lakes in the country, rumors that a princess in the country is admiring almost elopement, even if the guests do not recognize the master, can the combing country dare to be so a big knife in the reverse, can you not recognize it? ? The man who sent the fist and sent it, don't look so approachable, not like the rivers and lakes, but it is the current owner of the Hengshou Mountain Villa, which is the same name as the Jianshui Mountain Villa. It is the master of the knife-and-sword master of the Shushui State. It is famous and has been swaying. After more than a dozen countries and rivers and lakes, what is the name of the gods, even the old sword, the holy Song Yu burned and praised this person's knife method, only in the slightest can reach the martial arts of the gods.

The girl is stealing music, thinking that this young boy, who is so poor, should not be a fledgling river and lake chick? It’s hard to be a thief who sneaked into the Jianshui Villa, so he didn’t dare to stay? Haha, if that's the case, then it's fun.

Chen Pingan walked out of the water and walked down the steps. Suddenly a cold voice came from behind him. "Slightly wait."

Chen Pingan turned her head and looked at it. It was the young woman with a reverse sickle. She walked over to the top of the steps and looked at herself. "Who are you from? Who is the sword-making sect of the country or the ancient country?"

Although the woman’s speech was slightly imposing, Chen Pingan turned around and shook his head. He tried to say something polite that was not hurtful. “I am from a more northerly place, this time is the Jianshui Villa with my friends. Listen. It is said that Shaozhuang was mainly elected as the martial arts ally of the Shushui State, and he wanted to find a chance to congratulate him."

The handsome son smiled slightly.

The young scholar who swayed the folding fan whispered softly: "The gods don't know before."

The sabre man looked at the woman's back and smiled softly: "You are a little martial artist, you are not allowed to be rude to the guests! Before you talked to you, if you have your own Zhuangzi, you can't just find someone to compare!"

The woman's palm was pressed against the handle, and the top of the scabbard was slightly raised. It just pointed to Chen Ping, at the bottom of the step. He turned a deaf ear to the man's words and stared at Chen Pingan. He asked: "Are you a martial art or a three?" How many years have you been in the sword?"

Chen Pingan frowned, clasped his fists and turned away. He did not intend to pay attention to the young woman who was born in the country.

Chen Ping’s good speech does not mean that there is no principle for anyone. On the contrary, for the stranger, Chen Ping’an has never been tempted, but he is not jealous.

Cai Jinjian, Yan Nanhua, moving the mountain, the head of the head of the snake, the official snake guard on the embroidered river ferry, and of course the younger brother Cui Wei who was still under the Huang Tingguo ancient well, who was afraid to take the lead, and was recently in the ancient temple. The female ghosts who hold their necks and punched their souls have already learned.

Scythe woman with a sneer, gently sighs the next sentence, "This kind of waste, but also the meaning of the sword to go to the rivers and lakes, but also dare to enter the Jianshui Villa, I am sure you will teach you the sword, only taught you timid?"

The sickle man has some helplessness, and the stupid temper that his own niece brought out from her mother's womb is really harmful.

However, complaining to blame, the man has always been proud of his virgin talent, and he has never concealed his expectations. He directly threatened that his daughter would never marry, and Hengdao Mountain Villa would only enter, because his daughter is destined to Successor to the owner. The sickle man is not willing to deceive and stand up. He must persuade his daughter not to provoke the foreigner. The martial arts person should be led by Wude, and the martial arts level is second. But the man also knows that these old sayings are not only that their daughters don't quite listen to them. In fact, the younger generation of geniuses on the rivers and lakes, who are not left ears, are impatient, and sneer at the back of the old generation?

The youngest master of the combing country in the last ten years, isn’t the young owner sitting next to him? At a young age, he became a martial artist and won the reputation of Xiaojianxian. Before Song Fengshan’s sword, whether it was challenged or actively looking for someone to test the sword, it would inevitably burn incense and bathe and change clothes, and put on a new clothes that had never passed through, and after the sword, the sword would never leave alive.

But it is such a kendo genius who is decisive and decisive, and it is very likely that it will be the youngest five-level master in the history of the country.

The 30-year-old Wujing master, when he defeated the Qingzhu Jianxian, Song Fengshan can justifiably occupy the title of "Sword Immortal". When his grandfather, the old sword Sheng Song Yu should be still alive, now the national sword **** Already dead, a dozen countries and territories, who else can compete against Jianshui Villa?

This is also the key to the willingness of the Qingshui River to make a dedication to a younger generation.

However, the old Zhuangzhu Song Yu has rarely appeared in the past few decades, and it is not a lost sight for this newcomer.

According to legend, the relationship between the grandson and the grandson is not very good, especially the old swordsman who does not like the grandmother of the cotton needle.

Hearing the words of the sinister yin and yang of the woman, even if it was the temper of the mud buddha, he stopped suddenly and turned to look at the otter.

He does not know the so-called rules and regulations of the rivers and lakes, and he is even less aware of the customs and customs of the country. However, Chen Pingan feels that there is some truth in the world, and it is universally applicable. Some things are even more right and wrong.

Fortunately, the sickle man has already walked to his daughter, and his face is taught: "So arrogant and arrogant, how dare you let you walk alone, postpone a year!"

The woman was furious, and the cold-blooded look became more chilly, but the person in front of her was, after all, her embarrassment. She even taught her the master of the martial arts, and the father also worked as a teacher, not to mention the fact that in front of so many outsiders, she was blinded to the people. The sickle woman, even if she is not willing to be willing, is still a cold cry, no longer continue to export the wounded, turned to the otter bench, sat down, turned to look at the waterfall, upset.

The man apologized to Chen Pingan: "Little brother, I am apologizing to my daughter for your decision."

Chen Ping nodded and turned to move forward. The feeling of the young woman in the heart is extremely bad, because she reminded Chen Pingan of the Zhuhe Zhulu father and daughter, and this is the scene. The fathers are clearly good people who are reasonable and daring, and the daughters who teach them are why Arrogant self?

Amazing!

When Chen Pingyi thought of assassinating his own Zhulu, he thought of the behind-the-scenes ambassador, Li Baobiao’s second brother, Li Baozhen, which was a kind of hatred that could not be sighed.

Chen Pingan left without speaking. This detail suddenly made the woman with a smoldering temperament completely unbearable. She suddenly got up and said: "The owner of the Tangshan Hengdao Villa personally apologizes to you, you are a fart. Don't let go? There are things that my mother didn't teach!"

Chen Pingan turned his face in an expressionless manner and fastened the string that tied the sword behind him. "You have to learn, then learn."

Chen Ping’s journey to the Jianshui Mountain Villa in the ancient temple has been silent for a hundred miles. The mood is really not good. Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng also saw the clue. The big man even restrained a lot of drinking, and he talked a lot. More is no longer talked about. Therefore, this time Chen Pingan said that he wants to watch the scenery of the waterfall. In fact, the two people who are heart-warming have said that they are unwilling to move, just to let Chen Ping’s independence.

The woman strode to the top of the steps and sneered: "Okay, just wait for you!"

However, Chen Ping’s next sentence made everyone inside and outside the water stunned, and his heart was upset. “The verbal life and death, is it counted?”

Wang Yiran, a master of the sword-stricken country, said: "Little brothers can learn from each other. I won't intervene in whatever wins and losses, but I hope that I won't kill them. It will be fine until now. How? ”

The sickle woman was about to make a sound, and Wang Yiran’s eyes glanced at her, and the woman who had never seen her father’s stern side was so scared that she would not dare to talk to the **** foreigner.

Wang Yiran stared at Chen Pingan. "If you are willing to fight this life, you will not agree. But if you just learn, even if the shot is heavy, I am willing to let my daughter eat this bitter, hope she is best. I can take this opportunity to know that the waters of the rivers and lakes are shallow and shallow, don’t look higher than the top, learn a little three-legged cats, and think that the world is invincible!"

At the end of the day, the man turned his head and stared at his daughter. In the presence of so many outsiders, these words were very heavy.

When you teach, you will teach your wife.

This is probably the old rule of the old rivers and lakes.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath and said, "That's a discussion!"

Wang Yiran, standing next to his daughter, said with a low voice: "Coral, remember to have a sense of scale, and let people stay in the line. Don't make your own rivers and lakes narrower and narrower."

Obviously, Wang Yiran is still more optimistic about his daughter. Just as a father, the reason is still to be said.

The scythe woman looked at the teenager on the small road outside the water, and pulled the corner of his mouth. "Hey, I have a few in my heart."

She held the handle and smiled a little, tiptoe a little, and leaped high to the young swordsman who didn't know how to be tall.

The moment the sheath of the woman’s hand is ejected.

There was a dull shock on the path, and the figure in the corners of the eyes suddenly disappeared. The next moment, the young boy came to the front of the woman holding the knife, punching her forehead and bounce back to the place. The boxing is closed and the chic is fixed. The woman is like a broken kite. She is punched in the air directly across the top of the otter, and finally falls into the pool under the waterfall.

Learn from both sides.

One thunder and heavy rain is so small... no.

There is no thunder in one side, but it is a heavy rain that covers his face.

Chen Pingan turned and left, took off the sword, and lifted up a sip of wine, leaving the water to the back of everyone.

The original mud bodhisattva is also angry.