She sighed, "Why must we live for others."

The martial arts practice of martial arts, Cui Cheng’s influence on Chen Pingan is unimaginable.

It is obvious that half of the words, Chen Pingan is in the same line with the deceased person Cui Cheng, a heavy promise, life and death are different, still echoing.

Chen Pingan shook his head. "It's not like this. I have been living for myself. I just walked on the road and I was worried. I have to let some respected people live in my heart for a long time. I can't remember the world, I will remember, If there is that chance, I have to let people remember it again."

She was lost in thought and remembered some extremely distant pasts.

After Chen Ping walked out of the road, he turned and walked again.

She also followed and went back again.

This is the correct error that Chen Pingan pursues, lest the sword spirit walk too far in the long river, and there will be a case.

There are too many accidents in the world, and there is no way to stop it.

But at least on my side of Ping An, I will not have too many branches because of my negligence.

Most know me, Mr. Qi, died because of me.

They sat on the top of the city, as they were, the two sides sat on the golden arch bridge.

Chen Pingan asked: "Is it going to leave?"

She said: "You can't leave, but you can go to the Temple of Literature to sin if you are in the old show."

Chen Pingan said: "For a short time to leave, it is nothing, but don't go back, I may still be able to live, but after all, it will be very difficult, uncomfortable and can't say anything, only more uncomfortable."

She smiled and said: "I am with my master, life and death for a total of tens of thousands of years."

Chen Pingan turned and reached out.

She raised her hand, not gently clap, but took Chen Ping’s hand and shook it gently. "This is the second appointment."

Chen Pingan nodded with a smile. "If you say it, you will do it."

She took back her hand and gently patted her knees with her hands. Looking at the barren and wild world of the earth, she sneered: "It seems that there are still some old people who are not dead."

Chen Pingan said: "I will be more careful."

She said: "If I show up, these sneaky ancient existences, I will not dare to kill you, at most, let your longevity bridge break, re-enter, force the master and I to embark on an old road."

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "No matter what I think in the future, will I change my mind, just say that now, I will not die."

She smiled: "Know it."

Chen Pingan suddenly smiled and asked: "What is the best place to know me?"

She thought about it, "Dare to make a choice."

For example, in the picture of the old man and the river in the past, after handing a sword to Suishan, between her and Ning Yao, Chen Ping made a choice.

If it is wrong, there is actually no such thing.

A person who is flattering to the so-called strong man and power does not match her to the world.

After a thousand years in the world, how many people’s knees are soft and the spine is bent? countless. These people should really look at the sages of the human races before 10,000 years. How are they in the midst of suffering, thorns and thorns, and the swords are ascending, only to die, to clear the way for future generations.

However, after the death of this person, the glory of humanity that is very different from the divine nature has begun to change, or is concealed. The ants who made the gods in the past are the ants. There is a congenital inferiority, not only the short life of the human race is so simple, because of this, the gods who are initially high in the sky, regarded as the ants under the feet of the perennial, can only provide incense for the source of many gods. In addition to this, life and grass mustard are no different. At that time, there was a kind of existence that overlooked the earth. In fact, there were some existences, and it was noticed that the human world was ruined by the incense of the human world. It involves the longevity of the gods, and the benefits are enormous, unimaginable. There is an inexhaustible source of energy, so there are some gods who turn a blind eye, while others do not take it for granted. They don’t feel that they need to spend a lot of effort to crush a group of ants.

The final outcome can be changed to this point, of course, there is an accidental necessity. For example, the dispute between water and fire.

The biggest exception, of course, is her last master, and the rest of the gods, who are willing to treat a small group of people as true fellow practitioners.

That is the worry of human swordsmanship and law.

Chen Pingan shook his head and whispered: "My heart is free."

Then Chen Pingan laughed and said: "This kind of words have not been said before, because I never thought about it."

She murmured the four words.

"My heart is free."

Chen Pingan was thrown back into the city by the boss, and Nalan’s night line appeared at the door. The two walked into Ningfu together. Nalan’s night line whispered, “Is the boss Jianxian pulling the past?”

Chen Ping nodded and said nothing.

In fact, Nalan’s night line was not worried about it. Since I learned that it was the boss’s sword, I was more reassured.

However, Chen Pingan said with a heartfelt voice: "Grandpa Nalan, with Bai Yu, there is something to discuss, just beside the mustard."

Nalan’s night looks dignified, “Speak with Miss?”

Chen Pingan laughed and said: "Together."

The four gathered in the military field.

Chen Ping will say the sword spirit roughly, once said that the current situation is probably not involving more sources.

The two old people, Nalan’s night line and white refining cream, seem to listen to the heavenly book and face each other.

The true spirit born of the fairy sword?

It is one of the four legendary swords in the legend. Before 10,000 years ago, it was the one with the most killing power? With the boss of the sword, Chen Qing is considered an old friend?

Ning Yao is okay and looks as usual.

Then, the mustard field in the martial arts field will rise up and walk out of a tall woman who is wearing white clothes, standing next to Chen Ping’an, looking around and finally looking at Ning Yao.

Ning Yao raised an eyebrow.

Jianling smiled and said: "Reassured, I will leave soon."

Ning Yao said: "You don't go, how about?"

Jian Ling stared at Ning Yao's eyebrows and smiled: "It's a bit interesting, worthy of my master."

Chen Pingan knows that it is bad, and it is not natural. Ning Yao sneered and said: "No, you can't match it? If you don't deserve it, do you say it?"

Nalan’s forehead was sweaty at night.

White refining cream is even tighter and tense.

Jian Ling smiled and said: "Not counting, let's go."

Ning Yao smiled.

Chen Ping’s eyes and noses look at the heart, and the 18-style martial arts are useless. It’s a mistake to say more than one word at a time.

Swording yawned and "goed away."

This has been an ethereal figure, gradually dissipated. In the end, under the **** of Chen Qingdu, the sky of the Great Wall of the Jianqi was broken, and it was on the edge of Haoran, and the old show helped to cover up the traces and went to Baoliangzhou together.

On the long road, Lao Xiu smiled and asked: "How?"

Sword Spirit said: "Not a pretty woman."

The old man just gently rubbed his hand and looked up: "Where is this?"

Sword spirit sighed. "You said that Chen Qing is ah, and for a long time, both sides are old and have a good conversation."

The old man wrinkled his face and felt that the timing was wrong. He should not ask more.

Jian Ling looked down at the overhanging mountain and said casually: "Chen Qing has promised to release more than one person, a total of three people. You have an account at the Temple of Literature."

The old show was annoyed: "Hey? The big face of the predecessors, is it worth one person?! Is this Chen Qing want to rebel?! It is not a system, it is extremely arrogant!"

Sword Spirit said: "I can let Chen Qingdu not release one person. This time, then, my face, is it worth four people?"

The old man was very righteous and said: "Hey, let the predecessors take a sigh of the sword and the Great Wall! Three people are three, Chen Qing is not kind, my generation of scholars, a very angry, still have to talk about ethics and shame."

Jianling has another bow, that is the one.

In the Longlong Ditch, the old show followed his eyes and said: "There are only some small fish and shrimps left. I can see it."

Between the hanging hills, the dragon ditch and the Baoliangzhou line, Baihong and Qingyan flashed away, and instantly went thousands of miles.

Not to mention the sword fairy sword, even if it is a cross-continental communication flying sword, there is no such amazing speed.

Sword spirit raised one hand and his fingers moved.

The old man only stretched his neck and blinked. Some of them were uneasy and tentatively asked: "What is this?"

Jian Ling said in a light way: "Accounting."

The old man was careful to ask: "Accounting? Remember who's account, Lu Shen? Or look at the Taoist old nose?"

Sword Spirit smiled and said: "Remember that you shouted a few predecessors."

The old show was heartbroken: "How can I do this? Imagine how old I am. How many old guys are calling me a veteran, I care about it? The predecessors are respected, the old show and the sour show are all nicknames. A few people have respected and called my sage, this heart, this bitter, who I am looking for..."

Sword spirit put his hand up and looked at the sea sacred door that stood at the same time with the first division of the Rain Master and the Heavenly King of Heaven, and asked: "How does Bai Ze choose?"

The old show laughed: "Make a good choice, want to wait and see."

Sword Spirit asked: "This merit?"

The old man just shook his head: "Not counting. How is it calculated? Who is on the head, no one is there."

Sword Ling smiled and said: "The reading of the book is really not small."

The old show nodded: "No, really tired."

Sword spirit turned his head. "No."

The old show just said: "You can go to the Great Wall of Jianqi, the risk is too big, I would say that you can take life to guarantee, the chicken thief of the thief of the Temple of Literature is not allowed to live and die. So I am on the head of my rehearsal disciple. Part of the merits, use it. Yasheng one pulse, there are few heroes, sorghum search, light is the sages are not heroes, what is the true sage, if I am still in the temple, accompanied by the old man Early, his mother gave a good story to Yasheng. I also blamed me. When I was in the scenery, the three school houses and all the colleges, everyone sharpened their heads and asked me to give lectures. As a result, my face was thin. In the end, it’s less talked about. Otherwise, I was thinking about the little girl who went to the school and the academy. Now, Xiao Ping is not a master who is better than a brother, and definitely a big basket.”

Regarding the old show's unauthorized use of his master's merits, the sword spirit did not have a slight emotional fluctuation, as if doing so, only to her appetite.

As for the old show, what is the life-saving guarantee, she is flustered for the acid show around her, I am so embarrassed to say this, how can I personally be a ghost, not a ghost, he will not know? Who can kill you now? The Holy Master will never shoot, and the Holy Spirit is even more so. Yasheng is only a contending battle with his literary sage, and does not involve a little bit of personal grievances.

The old show nodded and said: "No need to use it, it is better to use it early, save my disciples know, but it is bad, this is implicated, it is not a good thing. My pulse is really not me. I have a golden face on my face, I have a good heart and a good knowledge, and my character is very hard. I am a small, peaceful child. I have traveled through the three continents and traveled around the square. I didn’t go to a college. I knew about the Confucian Confucian Temple, the Palace and the College. What's the attitude? I feel mad at my heart, I see it very well, so it's right."

Jianling smiled and said: "Cui Wei?"

The old man said with a blank face: "Have I received this disciple? I remember that I only have the disciple Cui Dongshan."

Sword Spirit said: "I think Cui Wei, the most pre-popular."

"Who said no?"

The old man looked stunned and muttered: "I have a mistake. I have no chance of correcting it. Life is like this. If you know the mistake, you can improve Mo Dazhen. If you know the mistake, you can't change it. You can't repent, you can't help it."

It’s just that the old show quickly swept away the haze, and laughed. The past can't be chased, and the followers can still chase. This is not a closed disciple.

What generation before.

The age is small, but it can be a generation.

In the dusk, there was some doubt in the wine shop. How did Chen Ping just go in the daytime and went to drink again?

The wine shop business is good, not to mention that there is no empty table, even the empty seats are not one, which makes Chen Pingan feel better when buying wine.

Stacked the cheapest drink in a pot and asked, "Is this?"

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "When I met something, Ning Yao told me that I was not angry, and that I said that I was really angry, but I always felt that it was not like it."

The stack was not gloating, and comforted: "Ning Yao speaks, never turns around, she said that she is not angry, she is really not angry, you think too much."

Chen Pingan returned a sentence, sulking: "The big treasurer, you said, I see people, or you are accurate?"

Stacking up this time, you can have a good time and gloating. "The two treasurers will drink a few more pots. We have enough wine pipes, old rules, and familiar faces. Except for the just-dead, we will not pay for it."

Chen Pingan squatted on the side of the road with a jug and chopsticks and dishware. On the side of it was a drunken sword repair that often came to patronize the business. One day, it was the kind of life that was desperate for a drink. The dragon gate was named Han Rong, just like Chen Ping. Bamboo sea cave wine with only one snowflake at a time. Earlier Chen Ping said with the stack, this kind of customer, most need to draw to smile, stacking at that time there is still some embarrassment, Chen Pingan had to patiently explain, alcoholic friends are alcoholic, and like to lick a nest to drink, compared to those If you drink a pot of good wine alone, the former is a good guest who can't wait to leave the table without a few steps. All the hammer business under the sun is not a good deal.

At the time, Duanyi actually seriously regarded these statements, which were considered to be good words, on the books, and regarded Chen Ping’s side as dying. Let’s not be a business, this is a dozen. How did the shop of the year open? I have been a bun for a few years? Is it difficult to do business yourself, is there really a bit of talent?

Han Rongxiao asked: "Two treasurers, drink wine? Hey, hand owe, give it out? Nothing, Han brother, I am a veteran of flowers, teach you a good idea, it is money, how, this pen Buying and selling, cost-effective!"

Chen Pingxiang chewed the pickles and took a sip of the wine. You snorted and said: "If you listen to you, you will poke the stove. Besides, I just came out to drink a small wine. Besides, who taught who the tricks are, there is no count in my heart. Children? Nothing on the wall of the shop, Han brother wrote a slap, drinking and forgetting clean? I don’t understand, there are so many things in the shop, so it’s a piece, the name is on the wall, and the old man Brother, are you a shop for your confession? The girl dared to come to my shop to drink? Today, you pay for it."

"Don't talk. Brothers talk about money and hurt friendship."

Han Rong five refers to the bowl, slowly drinking a drink, and then shouted: "Let's here, bachelor and sorrow, can be as infatuated as I am, rare. If I really become a beautiful woman, I will be Your shop is fascinating, and you will be willing to save it later. When you get five snowflake money, give me two pots directly."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Well, I will send you a pot again."

Han Rong asked: "Really?"

Chen Ping nodded: "It’s just a snowflake."

Han Rong was disappointed: "It's too unconcerned, the two treasurers, the young and the young, the outstanding, the young and handsome of the people..."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Call and stop, Han brother, I spit the wine, you pay for me?"

Stacked in the distance, watching the chat very hot two people, some pleasing to the courtesy, this two treasurer is really able to talk.

Chen Pingan also said that he really likes to drink at the Jianqi Great Wall. Because there are many wine tables on the other side of the world, there is also a glass of wine. The authority is bigger and the wine glass is deep.

Han Rongxiao smiled and suddenly remembered the matter. "Two treasurers, you read more, can you help me think about the verses of a few sour people, the level is not too high, just like 'Zeng Meng Qing Shen came to the wine', I like that girl I prefer this one, if you help the old brother, no matter

It’s useless, I’ll go back and help you pull a big table of drunks, don’t drink ten altars, and I will follow your surname. ”

"When you are drinking, if you have money, you can put a bowl and a bowl on the table. There is no such good thing."

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "I will not say that Laozi has not yet married, and does not accept his son."

Han Rong took up the wine bowl. "The two brothers have deep feelings, and they are boring one first. They will give a sigh to the old buddy, even if it is one or two sentences. If you are a son, when the grandson is not successful?"

Chen Pingan raised the wine bowl. "I look back. But when it comes to conscience, poetry is not big, it depends on drinking."

Han Rong immediately turned his head and shouted to the stack: "The big treasurer, the second treasurer, I am checking out!"

Nodded in the stack, I always feel that if Chen Ping is willing to sell wine with ease, it is estimated that it will take a few years to open the shop to the city.

A slender young woman came in and walked to the front of the two-handed cabinet that was explaining for her husband, "Flying Light," she said with a smile: "Can you delay Chen Gongzi's moments?"

Chen Ping nodded with a smile and turned to Han Rong. "You don't understand and it doesn't matter. She can understand it."

Chen Pingan walked on the street with the woman and smiled: "Yu girl has a heart."

The one who came is Yu Qia, the woman who let Fan Dashu soul hold a dream.

Yu Qia’s look was slightly unnatural, but he quickly said his voice gently and gently: “I’ve heard that night, although I didn’t go to the end with Fan Dache, I still have to come and personally apologize with Chen Gongzi. After all, things started because of me, and even Chen Gongzi suffered some arrogance. Perhaps this is not appropriate, and even let Chen Gongzi think that I am saying something vain, no matter what, I still hope that Chen Gongzi can I understand Fan Dache, he is really good, I can't help him."

"If Fan Dache is a bad person, I will not marry him."

Chen Pingan said: "Whoever hasn’t had a drink or drink, the man is drunk and chanting the woman’s name is definitely a favorite. As for drunkenness, you don’t have to take it seriously.”

"Thank you Chen Gongzi."

Yu Qia applied a Wanfu. "Then I will not disturb Chen Gongzi and drink with friends."

After Yu Qia left, Chen Ping returned to the store and continued to drink. Han Rong had already left. Of course, he did not forget to help with the checkout.

Stacked up and asked: "What happened?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It is Fan Dache's file, and Yu Qia has helped to pay for the crime."

The stack of smashed the corners of the mouth. "I am not afraid of annoying Chen Sanqiu. Chen Sanqiu is in the head of Fan Dache's big and small sons, but he is the one who sits on the top. Chen Sanqiu really wants to say a heavy word. I want to mix over there."

Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing.

How can it be so simple?

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "Let's make a bet, will Fan Dache appear?"

Stacked and nodded: "I bet he appeared."

Chen Pingan smiled and just made a point.

The stack of words changed his mind: "No gambling."

Chen Pingan has some regrets, and he feels that he is not gambling. It is right. He never thought of half a musk, and Fan Dache came.

The stack of eyes turned over.

Fan Dache went to the wine shop and hesitated. Finally, he still wanted a pot of wine and squatted around Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Yu girl said, she can't help you."

Fan Daqi bowed his head, and all of a sudden, with tears in his face, and no drinking, he was holding a bowl of wine.

Chen Pingan raised the wine bowl and gently touched the white bowl in the hands of Fan Dache, and then said: "Don't think about it, I can't wait to fight tomorrow, I feel that I will die in the south of the Great Wall."

Fan Dache drank the drink in the bowl. "How do you know?"

Chen Pingan said: "Guess."

Fan Dache said: "Don't because of my relationship, you can't be friends with Sanqiu, or you are still friends, but you have a must."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You think more."

Fan Daqi nodded: "That's good."

Chen Pingan said: "You don't come to me today, I will go to you."

Fan Daqi smiled bitterly: "Good intentions, but useless."

Chen Pingan said: "You will definitely feel uncomfortable at this moment. Mosquitoes are like thunder, ants are like mountains. I have a way, do you want to try?"

Fan Dache wondered: "What method?"

Chen Pingan laughed and said: "If you hit a fight, it will be as painful as your heartache."

Fan Dache will be suspicious: "You won't just find a chance to slap me a meal? If you drop a wine bowl, are you so vengeful?"

Chen Pingan said: "Do not believe to pull down."

However, in the end, Fan Dache followed Chen Ping to the corner of the street. Before Fan Daqi pulled the posture, he gave a punch and fell down. After several times falling to the ground, Fan Dache finally got bloody, staggered and stood up. On the way, Chen Pingan finished the work, still calm, walked aside, turned and smiled and asked: "What?"

Fan Daqi wiped his face, spread his hand, and looked up and said: "Be good to your uncle! I will go back like this, and maybe they will think that I really can't open it."

Chen Pingan laughed and said: "The big lords spit out some blood, or they drank my bamboo sea hole wine. Remember to check out the drinks and go, as for the white bowl, I am not the kind of special care. People can't remember this little thing."

Chen Ping stopped and said, "I have something."

Fan Dache went to the store alone.

Chen Pingan turned and smiled: "Don't scare you?"

It was the teenager Zhang Jialu.

Zhang Jiaxuan shook his head and said: "I want to ask that stable word. According to Mr. Chen’s intention, what should I do?"

Chen Pingan said: "Stable, there is still a solution, the solution is ‘people are not anxious.' The meaning is similar to slowness. It is only slow but not wrong, and ultimately seeks quickness, so it is urgent.”

Zhang Jiaxuan thought for a moment, smiled and smiled. He looked up and looked at Chen Ping, the sleeves of his hands. He asked, "Mr. Chen, I can’t practice martial arts and practice swords. Then I will have leisure in the future, just like Mr. is also near the shop. So can I ask Mr. Chen to solve the problem?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Of course. I will come here often."

Zhang Jiayu blinked.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked forward to it, Ning Yao.

Zhang Jialu left his voice and turned and ran away.

Chen Pingan walked quickly and asked softly: "How come?"

Ning Yao asked: "Drinking again?"

Chen Pingan is speechless, and the alcoholicity of one person, if you dare to kill and don’t accept the account, is it just being killed directly?

Ning Yao suddenly took his hand.

Neither of them spoke, so they walked through the shop and walked down the street.

Ning Yao asked: "Why don't you talk?"

Chen Ping thought for a moment and learned to speak. "Chen Pingan, you will be lucky if you are married to a daughter-in-law."

Ning Yao has no words, no silence, just a self-satisfaction, picking up a look, lifting a hand forward, thumb and index finger to leave a distance, as if to say to himself: "So like it, there is no ?"

Ning Yao had some doubts and found that Chen Pingan had stopped moving, but the two still held hands, so Ning Yao turned his head and looked around. I don’t know why, Chen Ping’s lips trembled and hoarsely: “If one day, I will go first. What do you do? If there are still our children, what do you do?"

It’s not the mud-shoes, the grass-shoes teenagers, and the Chen Heping, who is carrying the children’s baskets of herbs. It’s just a matter of thinking, it’s sad, and then very sad.

All the hardships that can be said can be slowly absorbed. Only the sadness that is secretly hidden will only be shredded, gathered together, year after year, like a lonely little dumb, hiding in the corner of the atrium, curled up, the child just raised his head and grew up. After each one, silently, no words.