Sword of Coming

Chapter 838: Hard work

Eleven people from the Earthly Branches returned to the inn before, and on the two small hills, Yuan Huajing and Song Xu didn't even call someone to come over for a review.

The teenager Gou Cunle was at ease, anyway, every time he deduced the evolution of the battle, deliberated on the details, and reviewed the game afterwards, his brain was not enough, and he couldn't talk, so just do it.

The Xianjia Inn in Beijing, where there is no name, is a bit similar to the snail dojo in the blessed land of Jiang's Cloud Grottoes. The landscape is obscured and overlapped. Maybe the two houses are close to each other, thousands of feet away, and 11 people. Each occupies a secluded courtyard with additional magic. The main house is a white jade dojo similar to the old monk Liu Jia in the alley. It does not seem to be big, but in fact it is worthy of the name. It is selected from the Dali Treasury. The secret realm of various broken caves.

Gou Cun took the hiking stick made of green bamboo and took it for a walk in the courtyard.

The female ghost Gaiyan is a nominal lady of the inn, and she is visiting Han Zhoujin right now.

Sui Lin, a five-element qi practitioner who can reverse a part of the time and flow, is refining that valuable ancient **** golden body fragment. There is no such high-ranking gold in the secret treasure house built by the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Rites. The body fragments are not easy to refining. I put aside the rest of the practice and concentrate on this matter. It still takes a full month of work, but these "druffs" are not too much for Sui Lin.

The little novice monk from the Jingshi Translation Bureau realized that he really ran to a nearby temple to find a merit box and secretly donated money.

Yuan Yingjing Jian Xiu Yuan Huajing, nicknamed "Yelang", was sitting cross-legged on a futon at the moment. There was no decoration in the house, and it looked like a family member on four walls.

Behind Yuan Huajing sat a row of men and women who looked like attendants, there were ten men and women in total, but all of them were lifeless, a little bit less popular and spiritual.

After returning to the inn, Yuan Huajing only called Song Xu and his hard work, no other monks.

After the painful hand came here, I felt a little guilty.

To be honest, he respected the sword fairy in Qingshan very much.

Song Xubi came here a little bit later, took off his boots in the corridor, and then took a position near the door, sat on the floor, glanced at the ten puppets behind Yuan Huajing.

Even if it was a pure sword repairer with such excellent qualifications as Song Xu, he was a little envious of Yuan Huajing's unreasonable great fortune.

In the early years on the battlefield of Dadu, Yuan Huajing used flying swords to kill two Yupu-level military account monster cultivators. Now these two are sitting behind Yuan Huajing.

In addition, there was also a demon clan who was a martial artist in the mountain realm before his death. He was also on the battlefield of Dali's companion capital. The other ten people from the earth branch fully cooperated with Yuan Huajing, and Yuan Huajing finally picked up this head.

This is Yuan Huajing's natal flying sword "Yelang"'s natal supernatural powers. Anyone killed by the flying sword will become a puppet of Yuan Huajing, and even the soul will be detained.

It’s just that the puppet monks and pure martial arts have suffered a lot of damage, and their intelligence is far less than when they were alive. For example, the two jade-pure monster monks fell to Yuan Ying, and the rest of the Yuan Ying The falling realm is the golden pill, and there are also many puppets who are now in the Longmen realm or even the sea-viewing realm. After weighing the pros and cons, Yuan Huajing chose to keep it because of their unusual magical powers. Replace them with higher-level earth fairy puppets. Otherwise, after the battle of Banzhou Lu Shen ends, Yuan Huajing can have two wandering martial artists and eight followers of the earth fairy realm.

The catch and fight on the mountain, a Yuanying realm sword repairman, can not stop the jade pure realm monk at all, but Yuan Huajing, the Yuanying, is now a jade pure other than the sure kill sword repair.

Yuan Huajing is like a sword repairer born for war. If he is a native sword repairer of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he will definitely shine with the magical powers of the flying sword "Yelang".

The rank of this sword is sure to be ranked first in the selection of the Summer Palace.

On the way to practice, during the battles of battles, the defenders might be great sword immortals like Yue Qing and Mi Hu.

Song Xu looked at the Yuan Huajing who seemed to have nothing at all. He didn't get angry and looked unhappy. He couldn't help calling his name, "Yuan Huajing, this is not in compliance with the rules. The Chinese teacher once made a rule for us. Tie Li, only those who live and die with my imperial court, can we let the bitter hand use this magical power! Besides this, even the king of a country, as long as he is selfish, he is not qualified to use it. Our earthly branch kills people by this."

This is the real assassin of their Dali Earthly Branch monks, imaginary enemies, one of a few, Fengxue Temple Great Sword Immortal Wei and Jin, God Sect Tianjun Qi Zhen, the current Sovereign of the True Realm Sect, the Fairy Realm monk Liu Laocheng, and Piyun Mountain Weibo, Zhongyue Mountain Jun Jinqing.

In fact, Song Xu still had nothing to say.

After painstakingly sacrificed this magical power, life will be greatly reduced. There has been an assessment before that in his life, he can only use it three times. Under the Yupu realm, there is only one chance, otherwise he would not be able to enter the five realms in this life.

Yuan Huajing said indifferently: "The national teacher who made the rules for us is no longer there."

Song Xu clenched his fists with both hands, propped on his knees, his eyes were cold, and he said solemnly: "Yuan Huajing!"

Yuan Huajing said: "I think this Chen Ping'an is a potential enemy of our Dali, and his threat is definitely greater than the idle clouds and wild cranes like Wei Jin, Qi Zhen, and Liu Laocheng."

Just as Song Xu was about to refute, Yuan Huajing glanced at the golden branch and jade leaf of the Song family, who was born in Tianhuang nobleman, and continued: "His Royal Highness, I admit that Chen Ping'an is a very disciplined person, and the rules are almost like a mountain man. Yes, but Song Xu, don’t forget, sometimes, good people do good deeds, they also violate the law of Dali. If we don’t have the key to victory over Chen Ping’an and Luoposhan, it’s a huge hidden danger. We can’t wait until That day has come, and come back to make up for it. It seems that he alone will make the rules for the entire Dali court. He will kill whoever he wants to kill. In the final analysis, it is still the ten of you who practice too slowly, and Chen Ping’an is too fast. "

The female ghost Gaiyan is a mountain painter profiler on the mountain. She is now in the Golden Core Realm and can already make Chen Ping’s vision deviate. When she enters the upper five realms, she can even make people" seeing is believing".

In addition, Gaiyan has a more concealed identity, she is the corpse who is proficient in color alchemy and can create a romantic account.

Lu Hui, who was born as a Confucian qi-trainer, is a true master of the great path, but he is a "one-character teacher" who is disgusted by Bai Yujing in the Qingming world.

The Five Elementsist Sui Lin was able to reverse the time and flow in Xiaotiandi, and teamed up with the Buddhist "meditation" supernatural powers realized by the little novices, coupled with the formation of Han Zhoujin and others, can work together seamlessly, allowing the earthly branch to occupy the best time and place. Renhe, if it weren't for the young hidden official who had been used to the long river of time, his mind and body could be as a mainstay, as if he could completely let the slender water of time flow from both sides, and it was even flying before. The sword directly cut off the time and flowing water, otherwise it would be inexplicable to change to a normal Jade Pure Realm cultivator.

Hard-handed is a mirror seller of the legendary "Ten Bandit Candidates". This kind of monks with extraordinary talents is extremely rare in Haoran.

One of the most fundamental zombies of the hard-handed is a water-stopping state, with talented supernatural powers, profound and mysterious, in one sentence, "either one is the other, the imaginary state is the real state."

Song Xu stared at Yuan Huajing, "You really have no selfishness?!"

Yuan Huajing shook his head, "I dare not have."

If you accidentally cross a certain bottom line, you will definitely be targeted by that guy.

Zhengyang Mountain is a lesson from the past.

Regarding the ceremony on the Luopo Mountain to observe the Zhengyang Mountain and the joint questioning of the sword between Chen Pingan and Liu Xianyang, the eleven people of the Earthly Branch had their own opinions, and they all respected and admired the hidden official's methods. .

Yuan Huajing’s view is different from everyone else. What he fears most is not Chen Ping’an’s swordsmanship and boxing, not the multiple identities, or even Chen Ping’s dismantling of Zhengyang Mountain’s series of details, swordsmanship and **** words. , Combined vertically and horizontally, divided and transformed, each defeated...It was Chen Ping's forbearance that was different from ordinary people.

It's like a resentment that has become deadlocked. Someone who has a bitter heart may have a 50% chance of winning, so he can't help but make a move.

Some people have an 80% chance of winning, they will definitely give it a try. More people, if they have a ten percent chance of winning, are fools if they don't make a move.

But Chen Pingan is different. It seems that even if he has a 12% chance of winning, he is still in a hurry, the layout is calm, interlocking, and everything is correct.

Therefore, in this shot, Yuan Huajing did not tell anyone in advance except Song Xu and Sushou. Yu Yu and Sui Lin were kept in the dark. Yuan Huajing was afraid of being detected by the hidden official of the city government. , Fell short of success.

Song Xu asked a key question, "This...how does Chen Ping'an deal with?"

Yuan Huajing glanced bitterly, and smiled: "Of course it is to make the best use of everything, help us practice repeatedly, and practice until we can steadily beat Chen Pingan."

What Chen Ping’an has learned is simply the best whetstone, swordsmanship, boxing, talisman, a lot of zombies, plus this person’s scheming, calculation...

If eleven people can beat Chen Pingan, it means they are fully qualified to kill an immortal.

Although the eleven were all Qi practitioners, in addition to Song Changjing who occasionally taught them a few times of boxing, there is also a martial arts instructor who specializes in teaching martial arts. His realm is not high, he is only in the remote travel state, but he was born in the Dali Frontier Army, so The teaching skills are nothing more than straightforward, fierce and decisive.

Yuan Huajing seemed to think of an interesting thing, half-jokingly said: "A martial arts master who can fight with Cao Ci back and forth, and a master of martial arts who can hold the countless fists of Zhengyang Mountain Yuan Zhenye. From today onwards, we can help us feed our fists anytime, anywhere, and temper our physical fitness. Such an opportunity is really rare. Even if we are not pure martial arts, the benefits are not small. If that woman martial artist Zhou Haijing can eventually become our comrades, She will surely laugh at such a huge surprise."

Song Xu continued to ask: "Then?!"

Yuan Huajing said: "Then? Can there be any other then? Isn't it a very simple thing? In the end,

Let me slay the hermit. "

Song Xu shook his head and said: "Absolutely can't do it like this! The painful hand is not high now, and there is no experience to learn from in the process of refining the mirror. It is the first time that the painful hand is involved in this matter. An accident happened. Since the National Teacher established a rule with us for this purpose and did not allow us to use it casually, it must have known the seriousness of the matter early."

He tentatively said: "I want to maintain this mirrored'reality'. Actually, it consumes the gods' money every day. It's not as good as if we can really win that...hermit one day, let him be in my mirror world. In, falling apart?"

Song Xu nodded, "This matter is feasible, so we don't have to do anything wrong."

Yuan Huajing shook his head and smiled and said: "I am not stupid. Of course I will cut off all the thoughts and memories of Chen Ping'an. I will not keep a little bit. The only ones who will stay by my side are the Nascent Soul Realm Sword Cultivator and the Mountain Peak Realm. Takeo’s empty air. And I can assure you that it’s not a last resort and will never let'this person' emerge. Unless our earthly branch is in a desperate situation, we will let him take action as a fairy hand to help Turn the situation around."

In an instant.

In the midst of suffering, he heard a warm and mellow voice that was unexpected to death, and it spread from the lake of his own heart, in the stagnant water realm of his life, which made his face pale with horror.

Just listen to someone smiling and saying: "Turn the situation? Satisfy you."

The painstaking hand instantly converges the consciousness, stabilizes the Taoist heart, and turns into a grain of mind, and wants to check the ancient mirror of the life.

I didn’t think that I suddenly felt unstable and vomited blood. I stretched out my hand to cover my heart and tried my best to stop something, but the water still "opened" the heart of the painful hand by itself and fell to the ground. Ancient mirror On the reverse side, there is a circle of ancient seal inscriptions, palindrome poems, "Human heart is square inch, Tianxin abbot", "What I see, the mountains turn and the water stops", "View the realm with humans, and the existence of emptiness and reality."

Raising one hand with a painful hand, he must hold down the ancient mirror like a rebellion.

The ancient mirror turned over, the mirror surface was facing upwards, bursting with a dazzling light, jumping out of the sea like the sun, flew out with a hard hand, slumped against the wall.

The person in the mirror is a young man wearing a snow-white robe, with a sword on his back and his face blurred. It is faintly visible that there is a dark hairpin on his head, a string of snow-white beads in his hand, and his bare feet without shoes. He smiles lightly. He sighed lightly, then raised his hand and gently wiped the mirror surface.

Then the mirror opened the door, instantly full of sword energy.

The white-robed man with the sword back, after stepping out, the original mustard-size figure in the mirror is no different from ordinary people, with a slender figure, a pair of golden eyes, and the hand holding the Buddha beads, bears behind him. Spread the palm of his left hand, lay it horizontally in front of him, five thunderstorms, he stood in the house, calmly, smiled and said: "Blessings and evils have no way, but people call themselves. The retribution of good and evil is like a shadow."

He stomped lightly, and the whole inn was in the small world of the bird in the natal flying sword cage.

"The sergeant hears the Tao and walks diligently. To ask the heart, that is, to go to the mountain to visit the immortals, and suddenly meet a quiet person, like the Tao Xin.

This "Chen Ping An" turned his head to look at the bitter hand sitting against the wall, and smiled, the ancient mirror on the ground, dragged by a ray of true energy, fast as a flying sword, directly nailed into the heart of the young monk. I'll give it back to you, and remember to collect it later, if there is any later."

The painstakingly kept his heart orifice blown to pieces by his own destiny, his neck seemed to be grabbed and pulled out to an exaggerated extent, his limbs twisted involuntarily, and every inch was broken. A monk's golden pill, was forcibly taken out of the small world, just hovering in front of the painful eyes.

And in Chen Ping’an’s vision, the two flying swords of Yuan Huajing and Song Xu, after being sacrificed, seemed to fly slowly in the air, so slow that even a patient such as him felt that it was too much. slow.

He "walked slowly", turned sideways, "passed" Song Xu's golden light overflowing natal flying sword, and then came to Yuan Huajing's flying sword "Yelang", letting the flying sword move little by little. "Move" by yourself.

He just squinted at the flying sword and snapped his fingers. The houses and buildings were all gone, just like the world, everything and colors were swept away, and the insignificant white-drawn scrolls were removed, leaving only the heart. Eleven painted figures in the picture scroll.

Outside this room, there were eight monks with one branch of the earth, and they came to this place at the same time. Everyone still maintained their previous posture. After the young man Gou Cun finished his walk, he returned to the house and placed the green bamboo stick horizontally. Knee, looking at the inscription "Zhi Yuan". The female ghost Gaiyan was smiling and talking with Han Zhoujin. Han Zhoujin's expression was slightly absent. The little novice monk had just returned to the inn afterwards, walking on the road and was raising her foot. Yu Yu bowed her head, leaning forward, as if she was counting something, Sui Lin was still sitting cross-legged, refining the fragments of the god's golden body, Dao Lu Geling held a book turning pages...

He bends his index finger, flicks his thumb, and a chess piece emerges, throws it high, and slowly falls to the ground. After the sound of entering the water, a chessboard appears between the world and the earth.

Then slowly approached Yuan Huajing’s flying sword "Yelang", twisted his fingers, turned the tip of the sword, walked to Yuan Huajing's side, pulled it gently, nailed it into the center of the latter’s eyebrows, Feijianjian Jian pointed directly through Yuan Huajing's head. He squinted Yuan Huajing's eyes, smiled and shook his head, and commented: "Isn't it a pure martial arts, paper-like body."

The eight "guest" monks who came back to their senses in an instant have discovered the tragic situation of dying and suffering. Yu Yu immediately sacrificed the young sword fairy, bent his knees slightly, and rushed forward in an instant. Rising to the sky, like a cage, blocking her path. Fortunately, the sword immortal attendant kept firing his sword and forcibly cut away the straight lines of sword light. Yu Yu had no distracting thoughts. She is a military cultivator and must be held back. This inexplicable Chen Ping'an came to trouble them for a while before he had a chance to fight back.

He smiled and looked at the little girl of the soldier monk, can he not die if he is not afraid of death? Come to me, can you find it?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the young Sword Fairy who kept the "a little bit of true spirit" and the sword fairy skin.

Split it apart and cut it in two.

She seems to be hitting the wall all the time.

Yu Yu, who was already less than ten meters away from the person, appeared in a trance, but then no matter how she rushed forward, or even swept backwards, drawing arcs and flying...In short, she couldn't pull the distance between the two sides. Close to within ten feet.

The world is turned upside down, and Yu Yu's path is everywhere turned into an unbelievable situation by that person.

Daolu Geling sacrificed a ridge-moving technique, smashing into the snow-white figure from all directions, just a large mountain and huge ridge, all in the air, were cut and fell on the ground by a slender sword light, and fell on the chessboard. Above it, it becomes nothingness.

He suddenly appeared beside Yu Yu, holding her face door with one hand.

Yu Yu's body crashed to the ground, but all the souls were ripped out by this person.

He shook his head and said: "I have been in the cage for a long time, and I will return to nature. It's me, not you."

Looking at Yu Yu's detained soul, his pure golden eyes, golden light faintly flowed, "The world is empty, you are just those dispensable household dust."

Between the words, my mind moved slightly, and the two words silently read, "Flowers bloom."

Lu Hui, a Confucian qi training man, was nailed into his body with dozens of long swords, and he couldn't move, as if a bunch of blood blossoms suddenly appeared on the spot.

The ghost modified the whole person's ghost body, which was divided by countless crisscross sword lights, including people with dresses, robes, and golden crow armor on the spot.

The man smiled and said, "This hand of his own swordsmanship has just been named Pianyue."

Young Gou Cun was cut off with both hands and legs.

Taoist Geling was wrapped in hundreds of talisman within a prescription of the chessboard.

The man came out behind Sui Lin, "locking the sword talisman, it doesn't mean much, don't forget that I am still a pure martial artist."

After a punch, he pierced through the back of the five-element practitioner.

Song Xu's natal flying sword was pressed against the tip and hilt of the sword by the man's two fingers.

He shook his wrist lightly, and condensed a long spear with sword energy in his hand, and pierced that character master Lu Hui from his neck, bursting out a cloud of Wu Fu Gang Qi, and raised the latter with the tip of the spear.

He seemed to be muttering to himself: "How?"

In the next moment, a blue shirt appeared on the side of "Chen Ping An" in a snow-white robe, standing with his back facing each other, as if the two sides would pass by in the next moment.

Without turning his head, he smiled and said, "If you have an extra night sword, you can take advantage. Fortunately, I have an extra caged bird and it's even."

He sacrificed the two caged sparrows first, and got the first move. The latter's self, the caged sparrows could only be outside. In fact, it is no more.

Chen Pingan said, "You can stop."

He raised his head slightly and looked at the poor monk who was hung in the air by the spear in his hand, "We haven't seen you in a long time."

Chen Pingan said, "I don't think so."

The "Chen Ping An" around him, in a sense, is like a heart demon that should have appeared in the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm. Now it has been late, but it is more like a demon who has abandoned all humanity.

I have to admit that he is more like a pure sword repairman than Chen Pingan.

A small world of birds in a cage, densely covered with sword spirit, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, without any painted scene, the world is like snow for thousands of years.

He looked at that Yuan Huajing and said with a smile: "Is it fun, just like a person, consciously not doing anything wrong, not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but there will be a knock on the door immediately. Then he swears, if there is a violation of conscience, God Five thunders and thunders, if coincidentally, there will be bursts of thunder. Isn't this another kind of sincerity and spirit, three feet above the head, there is still a god?"

Above Yuan Huajing's head, a mighty and mighty thunderbolt crashed down, but it was hit by another thunderbolt that seemed to rise from the bottom of the earth, just collided.

He sighed, "This is very sad."

For example, some of his plans, stealing Yuan Huajing's spirits, and temporarily opposing the guest, there are ten more puppets controlled by him at will. There can be many hidden means like this.

But Chen Ping'an could guess and know.

I and I are struggling each other.

Or he came too quickly, otherwise he could slowly refine the eleven Dali, which is equivalent to one person filling the twelve earthly branches!

During this period, all the magical powers and spells of the eleven other earthly branches could be dismantled, learned, and mastered one by one by him, and finally all turned into his own use.

But it doesn't matter, there is no good thing in the world to take advantage of it.

He smiled and asked: "Our husband likes to put his hands together when he meets a monk. In that Taoist temple, he fights with others. Will this affect Mr. Qi's mentality when he was young?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Yes."

He asked again: "Then why didn't you tell Pei Qian the matter? She got the gift from the female sword fairy Zhou Cheng, so Zhou Cheng went on the battlefield with no regrets. This is It’s a good thing, why can’t it be a big deal? Maybe Pei Qian’s entry into the Nascent Soul Realm Sword Cultivation will be much faster and it will only be more stable.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I found out that I was chatting with people. It turned out to be really annoying."

He put away the spear in his hand, and Lu Hui who was picked up in the air fell to the ground, dying, lying in a pool of blood.

Song Xu looked at the feeling that seemed to be the only one relatively safe and sound, and despaired.

If the other Chen Pingan chooses to be the first to kill this little novice from the Translation Bureau, it means there is still room for maneuver.

Because after Sui Lin reversed the flow of time for a short period of time, everyone would lose their memory without the support of Buddhist supernatural powers.

But the current situation of everyone means that there are either eleven people or all of them will die. Either at least the little novice monk will die.

Yu Yu looked at her extremely miserable friends and colleagues. With tears on her face, she said angrily: "Yuan Huajing, Song Xu, what is going on?!"

The snow-white Chen Ping-an tweeted: "Teaching people to heart-piercing human suffering, the more others can really empathize with them, the more difficult it is to live."

Chen Ping'an said: "Since I have arrived, where can you escape?"

He stepped back a few steps with his arms folded, turned around and looked at Chen Ping An, was silent for a moment, and sneered, "Poor."

Chen Pingan was silent.

For the first time, he said in his heart: "Chen Ping An, have you ever thought that the person she has been waiting for is me, not you."

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at himself. In fact, he can't be regarded as a demons, he is not like him, but he is incomplete.

He folded his sleeves with both hands, looked towards the sky, narrowed his eyes and muttered: "I am more suitable than you. The further you go, the more suitable."

He slowly stretched out a hand, and beside the two, there was a light, like a star hanging in the sky, and then a bright sword light flashed by in an instant, the light was dragged by the sword energy and followed the sword light.

He smiled and looked at Chen Ping’an, and said in his heart: “You are actually very clear. This is why Mr. Qi told her not to take action easily. He neither taught you any superior swordsmanship nor protected you too much. Sword energy is really useful in our path of cultivation? One thing, but looking back, it can’t affect the overall trend of any one vein. Qidunshan, if you can kill that spirit, there is still a Liang. Looking around, at the mouth of the well, if you can kill Cui Dongshan at the bottom of the well, it doesn't matter in the long run."

He shook his head and said to himself: "It's surprising that she really kept her promise."

Chen Pingan said: "Don't forget, you are not human."

He smiled and complained: "How can you scold yourself like that."

In fact, he can talk harshly. For example, I know all of you, but Chen Ping’an cannot understand me now. Be careful to push me into anxiousness, so let’s not be a sword repairer. Circumstances, the natal thing belonging to the five elements, let's break most of them first...

It just doesn't make sense.

It's not that this guy doesn't care about hacking himself to death, he will only care about the cost and the consequences. The most hateful thing is that this guy's biggest reliance is not that the old scholar and Ning Yao are nearby, but that "oneself" will sincerely believe that even if the road is temporarily cut off, the big deal is that the Changsheng Bridge was interrupted when he was a teenager, and he can start all over again.

Chen Ping'an sneered, "This is my biggest support, so do you despise yourself?"

He sighed, smiled brightly, and raised a hand, "Then it's a special one? See you later?"

It's a pity that some small talk, plus the previously deliberately arranged this scene, failed to let this rushing self, with a trace of divinity mixed in with the new, then this is not possible.

Otherwise, who is Chen Ping'an who is really going out? When the time comes, it is nothing more than to find another suitable time, the sword opens the sky, quietly travels far away, and meets her at the ancient sword making place.

Chen Ping An just squinted and nodded.

He looked around and curled his lips. "If you lose, you will lose too early, and you will be restrained, or you will be more than enough."

He looked at the female ghost, smiled and said, "Dare you dare to wipe the oil in the future?"

Gaiyan just glanced at those golden eyes, she almost collapsed on the spot, she didn't dare to say a word.

The existence around Chen Ping’an seems to be no matter what they say, do, no matter whether they smile or not, but they have no emotions. All the expressions, emotions, and behaviors are drawn out. They are dead objects, as if they were that. The corpse picked out by the existence in the tomb of Eternal Ages.

He withdrew his gaze, the whole person was like a piece of unsullied glass, beginning to break and dissipate, but for this small world, he did not increase or decrease at all, his eyes were deep, the golden light flowed like stars, and he just looked at Chen Ping An and said In the last sentence, "Great freedom is to make yourself not free, but I can't figure it out."

Inside, the small world made up of a caged sparrow, followed the white-clothed Chen Ping An, and dissipated together.

Chen Ping'an was expressionless, and did not rush to put away his caged bird and Jing Zhongyue. Instead, he immediately narrowed the scope of the world with the caged bird, just covering the place where the white dress was dissipated, and then reminded Sui Lin: " You can reverse this short period of time. My flying sword will help you protect the road, open the way all the way, and let everyone return to the previous alley."

Generally speaking, that "self" can take the opportunity to separate a part or even a grain of mind, and hide in the long river of time. For example, it may be somewhere in the little world of ancient mirrors, or the mind of a certain monk. In the soul, it may even be on a certain robe, treasure armor, or somewhere in the inn. In short, there are countless possibilities. But that "self" didn't dare, because after Chen Ping'an would ask her husband to go back to the Confucian Temple, let the Li Sheng examine the matter himself. Once caught, the fate can be imagined.

If you want it, that guy must want it. It seems to be a superfluous act, but it is not. No matter what, no matter whether that guy has a back hand, Chen Ping’an will do it. You will have to trouble Li Sheng to check the time personally. After all, he has deceived. It's actually difficult for myself, but it's easy to deceive myself.

Sui Lin trembled and asked, "Mr. Chen, how do we deal with this memory?"

Chen Ping'an sneered: "One by one, if you have enough to eat, you can do nothing, then just keep it for your meal, and remember it later!"

Sui Lin teamed up with the little novice monk, and after reversing the long river of time, they returned to each place instantly.

Only Chen Pingan was still standing inside Yuan Huajing's house.

The little novice monk put his hands together immediately, and said three times silently, "Buddha Blessing", "Go back and donate some merit money. If you do, you can borrow if you have no money."

In the alley, Han Zhoujin, Ge Ling, and Sui Lin appeared out of thin air. After Sui Lin did this, he fell directly to the ground and was helped by Ge Ling.

One by one immediately returned to the inn.

Wearing a green shirt, standing in the corridor outside the door of the house with both hands and sleeves.

Except for Sui Lin, who was still fainted and supported by others, all the others stood in the courtyard below the steps.

Yuan Huajing looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, but the sweat on his forehead reveals the extremely unstable Dao heart of this Yuan Ying Realm sword repairman.

Song Xu was previously crushed by the flying sword by that Chen Ping'an. Although the time was reversed and the flying sword was no problem, the sword repaired the sword's heart greatly, and now he was sluggish.

As soon as Kushou saw Chen Ping'an now, don't care what it was. Anyway, he couldn't help but tremble.

The eyes of the young Gou Cun looking at Chen Ping'an changed from awe in the past to fear.

The female ghost Gaiyan directly shifted her gaze, not looking at the hidden official at all.

Yu Yu has arms around her chest. The girl is not as tough as the Taoist heart. She is a little bit complacent. Look, let's be cut and chopped.

Chen Ping'an almost couldn't hold back. He gave a punch on the spot, took a deep breath, and said, "Wake up Sui Lin."

Ge Ling and Lu Hui on both sides of Sui Lin immediately followed suit.

Sui Lin Youyou woke up and was about to hold a fist to thank the hidden official. Chen Ping'an had already stretched out his hand. Sui Lin, who was pale and colorless, asked carefully, "Mr. Chen?"

Chen Ping'an said, "Since you guys don't need to go to the wild world, you can get those lock sword charms for whatever you want."

Sui Lin quickly took out the stack of golden talisman paper from his sleeve, pushed it gently, and floated towards the young hermit.

Chen Pingan took Fu Lu and looked at everyone.

One by one was silent.

It is Lu Hui who knows scholars best, and smiled and said, "Borrow. It was lent to Mr. Chen."

Chen Ping'an came into his sleeve and passed away in a flash.

Everyone was relieved, and several of them just sat on the floor.

Just as Song Xu was about to speak, Yuan Huajing showed a tired look and took the lead and said: "This matter is recorded by the Ministry of Rites. It is all my fault and has nothing to do with hard work."

Chen Ping'an appeared at the alley, glanced at the library, and sighed. Brother, if you do this, it's really annoying.

Walking all the way to the entrance of the inn, the more I thought about it, the more annoying, I immediately turned around, went to the alleyway, shrank the mountains and rivers, and went straight back to the Xianjia Inn. Except for Gou Cun and the little novice monk, the other nine, one of them fell, and all were Chen Pingan fell to the ground.