Originally, the seasons of the Haoran World and the Wild World were exactly the opposite. This day and the other night, this summer and the winter, but now the two worlds are quite connected, and the celestial phenomena have accumulated a little bit of deviation.

Chen Ping'an took out a pot of fermented wine from his own wine shop, keenly aware of the subtle flow of the sky and the earth, as if it was about to snow, turned his head and looked far at the city head on the right hand side. The land was empty.

If you stay here for a few more days, you will be one person and half a city, and you will meet again in the snowy season.

Drinking wine, I remembered a joke made by Cui Dongshan for no reason. In the eyes of some people, the world is an empty city.

Chen Ping'an raised his eyes again and looked into the distance, even if he was destined to be in vain, he couldn't help but look more.

I don't know what happened to Aliang's sword, and I don't know if the brothers and sisters have rushed to the battlefield.

In the hinterland of the wild world.

In fact, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have become battlefields.

In a fierce siege by two monks in the fourteenth realm alone, it was the one who was besieged, taking the lead everywhere.

A fire dragon shaped by the sword's intent, hung high in the sky, swirling in circles like a snake, and the flames reflected thousands of miles around, like falling into a stove.

In this savage world, it is a well-deserved look of the big wild dragon and snake.

On the earth, there is a golden mirror surface overflowing with brilliance, ripples, millions of words floating in it, each word is like a ferry.

One person's kendo manifests, vitality is dripping, and the sky is hanging on the fire.

Xinzhuang hates this cruel shot Alian, she directly sacrificed a treasure of Tuoyueshan, a long-standing Sword Sutra called "Green Snake in the Box", but it is discarded when used up. Of a fairy soldier.

She pinched the tactics in one hand and the scroll in the other. She shook the scroll and spread it out. In a short time, there were three thousand Tsing Yi sword repairing swords, all leaping out of the scroll, vast and mighty, and the sword formation was like a flood, killing Aliang. .

In this magnificent world, a man who is not very tall, holds a sword in both hands, and is as fast as thunder, stepping on the text ferry again and again, and jumping casually, which is equivalent to the ascension realm trainer. Shudi, a housekeeping skill, between the mountains and rivers, the two swords dragged in the air countless two-color sword light streamers, and the people killed were the sword repair puppets that sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

In the sword formation, the necks and waists of all the sword repair puppets were all struck by the sword-holding Aliang, one blue and the other purple, with two sword light threads, or their heads rolled or cut off at the waist. .

I saw that Al-Liang bowed his head and dashed on the way, wherever he was happy, and occasionally turned around, swept across with a sword, smashing dozens of swordsmen around with bright sword light.

The sword is free, there is no way to talk about it, but it has the meaning of the flowing water.

The final battlefield result is simply an overwhelming crush.

Three thousand talisman puppets equivalent to the middle five sword repairs.

Not enough beheaded.

Most of the young girls at the Great Wall of Jianqi do not understand why the older women like such a sloppy man. He is not tall, has a slippery tone, and has a very poor character. She is really indifferent to handsome. If so, then she still likes that. What does Liang do?

Most of the women who have been married as mistresses often laugh without saying anything. Only women who are more patient will agree with each other. If you say something similar, you will know the answer when you get to the battlefield.

At the same time, Catkin had already taken off the lotus crown on top of her head. This Taoist crown was a masterpiece of the old throne Huang Luan, imitating the lotus crown that was taught to Lu Chen by the third head of Bai Yujing. Catkin held the crown and gently tossed it. To the air.

A lotus petal falls off by itself, and when the petals fall to the ground, they turn into a Dao real person of Bai Yujing, a total of eight, each occupying one side, just stepping on a trigram.

But after all, they are imitations, and these Dao Sect high-quality branches can support a stick of incense kung fu at most.

But a stick of incense was enough to change the situation of the battle. Those sword repair puppets who were wantonly beheaded by Aliang's double swords rushed into the gossip dead gate, and then re-formed the sword from the life gate.

The road is mysterious, and born to death.

Taking advantage of that dog day's temporary inability to get out, Zhu Wei once again showed his real body, holding a long stick in one hand, and every time he picked up a mountain and moved a rock, he was like a huge flying sword, and he swept towards the figure.

This ancestor of the mountain moved simultaneously raised his other hand and used his life's magical powers, his arms like a whip, moss mountains, five fingers as ropes, binding and moving thousands of stones, like a combined force of thousands of catapults to attack the city.

Zhu Nai laughed and said: "A Liang, grandpa is so helpful for you, how can you thank me after death?"

There is also the Great Demon Official Lane, which is famous for its savage spells, and its magical powers are vast, and Yin soldiers pass by the fingers, the mountains are cracked, and between the clouds, the clouds are scattered, the black smoke is rolling, and the evil spirit is extremely strong. .

Guanxiang is not as fond of screaming as the old ancestor who moved the mountain, and there is a kind of dignified expression, glancing at the whirlpool vision at the sky, like a hanging invisible long sword, in the dark, that The flying sword of A Liang's life is more like a **** who travels far away from the sky.

Xinzhuang no longer needs to control the scroll in her hand anyway, and let her hover in front of her. She glanced at the sky and the earth, "A Liang tossed this vision of heaven and earth, what is the point?"

Shou Chen gave the answer: "Fighting is better. In his words, if there is no one watching and applauding in a fight, it is too lonely."

During the chaos, Aliang glanced at the two long swords in his hand, but they couldn't hold them anymore. The two swords touched lightly, just like in the previous years at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he knocked bowls with people on the wine table countless times.

Shuangjian was broken into four sections, and went to the four directions of heaven and earth respectively.

As for what Qingyi sword repairs puppets, what mountains and thousands of stones are like flying swords, before he is a man with two swords, they are all vain.

It's not that the great monsters of the wild world are weak in combat power, how the magical powers are paperless, and how unbearable are the treasures of the immortal soldiers. On the contrary, when it comes to individual killing power, generally speaking, the ascendant realm of the vast world is not as powerful as the wild world. This besieged person is too exceptional.

Of course, no matter which world it is, whoever reaches the pinnacle of the ascension realm, especially the generation who is expected to join the fourteenth realm, without exception, is an extremely difficult mountain powerhouse. For example, the old throne in the wild world, the lord of the lotus nunnery who died under Dong Sangeng, is extremely powerful and powerful in both physique and Taoism. In fact, any old throne is not a fuel-efficient lamp. As a result, their opponent, in addition to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there was also that Bai Ye, and even Wen Hai Zhou Mi who belonged to him.

In the vast world, in addition to the Fulu Yuxuan of the Middle-earth Divine Continent, the Great Celestial Master of Longhushan, in addition to the eight continents, there are only a handful of great monks who deserve the word "peak", and they are all well-deserved leaders of the continent. The characters include Chen Chun'an, who carries the sun and the moon on the shoulders of South Posuo Island, and the real fire dragon of Luzhou, who has two superb methods of water and fire. What's more, fire dragon has been a great celestial master of Longhushan for many years. . Then there is Liu Jubao, who is the most concealed in Ai Aizhou, has only fought with people a few times, and only throws magic weapons to hit people.

With his broken sword, Aliang dragged the four kendo rivers into the sky, opened wells in the sky, and returned the four waters.

Aliang drew two long swords from his waist again.

Thanks to my return to Haoran this time, I borrowed a lot of swords from others.

The eight Taoist immortals created by lotus crowns suddenly raised their heads, and saw that a wall of water as high as a thousand meters appeared in front of their eyes, rushing turbulently, all of them were transformed by the sword.

A sharp sword light penetrated this high wall of sword intent, and it was Zhang Lu, the great sword immortal of Yujian.

The reflection of the two natal flying swords, separated.

The superposition of the two kinds of natal supernatural powers can make Zhang Lu's out-of-aperture yin **** become the opponent, strong when it comes to strength, and possesses quite lethal power not to lose the strong enemy in a short time.

In the thirteen battle between the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Wild World, Zhang Lu’s opponent was originally deduced as the Great Demon of Ascension, so Zhang Lu rushed to change his life from the beginning. Zhang Lu didn't care at all about this. At the time when the city head was discussing matters, he only asked if he could change the rules and slaughter an ascending demon, who died in battle, could he get a friend to help engrave on the city head.

That friend is exactly Aliang.

In fact, similar to Zhang Lu's flying sword supernatural power, this is the root of why Lu Zhi was able to hunt down Liu Cha. She did not hesitate to sacrifice her life, willing to exchange her life for injury, to hold Liu Cha's footsteps. This footstep was not only the footsteps of Liu Cha rushing to Fuyaozhou, but also the footsteps of a sword repairman who reached the top of kendo.

But Liu Cha had to go to the Middle-earth Confucian Temple to drop his sword light after the sword cut the white.

A Liang held the sword in both hands, and without hesitation, he slashed at that old friend Zhang Lu in close quarters.

The long swords crossed, the sword light burst, and countless sparks splashed down.

Zhang Lu said, "Life and death?"

A Liang laughed and said, "You have to have the final say!"

Zhang Lu was suddenly knocked out of the battlefield by a young girl with two horns.

Fourteenth realm sword repair, Xiao Deng.

Xiao Yan waved his hand, "Zhang Lu, don't rush to death."

Xiao Yan looked at the guy who was also following the stop sword, and she said: "A Liang, I am now a level higher than you, and in the wild world, how can I be fair to play?"

A Liang was silent, just looking at the hermit who seemed to never grow up.

Xiao Yan looked at this strange man, she was rarely sad.

If it were in the past, Al-Liang would definitely smile, and it would be fairer to stand still and let me chop.

Not anymore.

There is only one encounter on a narrow road without alcohol.

The savage ancestor was rising, leaning on crutches in both hands, still operating his great supernatural powers silently, moving stars and changing battles.

The target was naturally Alian's natal flying sword.

Feiran jokingly said: "It seems that we still have nothing to do with Aliang for the time being. The level of our cooperation is not as good as Heaven's dry."

Chu Sheng laughed and said: "A piece of white paper is the easiest to write on. Any child can smear it casually. A picture scroll has countless inscriptions and seals. It seems to be covered with psoriasis. How can people write on it? Both are good and bad."

The old man looked calm, looking at the battle from a distance, as if he was deciding on a coffin, and said casually: "Actually, it's okay. Since Aliang has fallen, he is only nearly invincible, so what? After all, he is not truly invincible."

Sighed brilliantly.

No matter where the ritual saints are, Mr. Bai Ze who has returned to the wild world, the second son of Dao in the Qingming world, the old blind man in the hundred thousand mountains.

Of course it does not mean that it is infinitely powerful, but a kind of self-protection invincible, like being invincible.

Fei Ran squatted down and stretched out his hand to rub his cheeks, "It seems that after the great ancestor went out of the way, it is still difficult for us to emerge a new fourteenth-level monk."

The old man sighed and sighed: "Because we already have Bai Ze, the stinky nose of the Taoist Temple in the East China Sea, even if we are not in the wild world, it still has a great impact on us."

Having said this, the old man raised his brows and said angrily: "Occupy the pit and don't shit!"

The old man said in his heart: "In addition, this fellow Zhou Mi can only eat but not vomit, Lu Fayan, and the old thrones of Yao Jia and Huang Luan, in fact, are still there, and there is also Xiao Xun, Liu Shizu from the line of Wen Sheng. , The real dragon of Aquarius Island, the Confucian Temple also sealed the fat woman in Lushuikeng as the master of land and water transport, plus you and Qichen’s ascension, and Zhou Qinggao’s one step to the sky. , How come there are one or two fourteenth-level cultivators."

Feiran said, "Although this is the case, the wild weather is still slightly smaller than expected."

The old man sneered and said, "It's mostly because of that Baidi City Lord."

It was so striking, and he was surprised: "Is it one of the fourteenth realms in the wild world?"

Josho nodded, "It's almost the same. This kind of person is the most troublesome. I just don't know where this person's opportunity for harmony lies."

Feiran smiled and said: "That's right, you can't just allow Liu Cha to be among the fourteenth realms in the Haoran world, and don't allow others to do that on our side."

The old man regretted, "It's a pity that the ascending ghost was found by Ning Yao ahead of time. Otherwise, one path to the ruins would be missing, which would have allowed Haoran to advance in the world without being so rampant."

Turning his head in surprise, he said in surprise: "Going left and right south, so fast?"

Chu Sheng said: "As expected. Unless..."

The old man did not say what follows. Feiran knows it well, saying that unless he breaks the border temporarily, he will enter the fourteenth state as a veritable Swordsman!

Liu Bai asked, "A Liang's flying sword, what exactly is his natal supernatural power?"

The old man shook his head, "I don't know."

Feiran smiled and said, "That would be a big trouble. Fortunately, it is still within general expectations."

The old man glanced at Liu Bai, "Little girl, what you really should ask is Aliang's natal character, what is it?"

Liu Bai was stunned.

The old man said: "Little girl, you can go to reunite with the Nine Heavenly Stewards, without you, even if you can keep that ascension realm, you can't kill it."

Liu Bai turned to look at Fei Ran, who nodded with a smile.

However, Fei Ran still reminded one more sentence: "Remember to pay attention to the route to the north, don't accidentally kill the left and the right."

Liu Bai nodded, and Yufeng left this hilltop battlefield that was completely impossible to intervene.

Feiran sighed: "The speed of moving southward from left to right is faster. If I change to me, I just rush to this point and I will lose my combat power."

The old man smiled and said: "Then let's avoid the edge first, and hand it over to Shouchen and Xinzhuang on the battlefield."

Xiao Yan suddenly turned his head and looked to the north, thinking for a moment, and then passing by.

On the edge of the northern battlefield, the old ancestor who moved to the mountain turned around abruptly.

A sword light instantly penetrated Zhu Weizhen's shoulders.

Probably he was too lazy to entangle with Zhu Nai at all, the sword light did not have any stagnation, and went straight to A Liang.

Wearing a Confucian shirt, his figure suddenly hovered beside A Liang.

The two sides stand shoulder to shoulder, one facing north and the other facing south.

Invincible.

Left and right calmly said: "How?"

A Liang held the sword in both hands, twisted his wrists, shook out the sword flower, and nodded: "Have fun."

He glanced at the yin-yang fish array in the distance, frowning slightly.

A Liang smiled and said: "How about it, it's a waste of help, Tuoyue Mountain, this big formation, obviously came from you and me, one eats sword intent, the other eats sword intent, and then offset in two pairs. I can't say that I can't help the wild world to feed a new fourteenth realm sword repair."

The new makeup even smiled, doing a blessing with that.

The big formation at her feet co-chaired by her and Shou Chen has been truly opened, and the sword energy of the left and right roads south, and the sword intent of A Liang in these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have been swept by madness and swallowed by whales.

The left and right faces blankly said, "It's easy to solve."

The new makeup immediately tightened.

A Liang smiled and said: "The **** annoys you the most. I say things seriously. Everyone will treat me as bragging. It's okay for you. People will believe in everything."

For example, in the early years, the mud-leg eyes looked so sincere and asked if he could beat Zhu He.

How can I answer? If you can beat me, Lao Tzu will have face?

Talk about it, do the same thing.

As for how to do it, it's very simple. Aliang and the left and right stand side by side.

The highest kendo in the world does not restrict his sword intent.

The person with the highest sword skill in the world will completely let go of his sword aura.

So the yin and yang picture was broken and shattered on the spot.

A Liang didn't think he had done much amazing things, he just raised his head and looked at the sky, the flying sword of his own.

The flying sword that has traveled far away for many years is called the Drinker.

Since ancient times, sages and sages have all died, how can we not be lonely.

Stay for the present, drink all the wine.

He returned to the Great Wall of Jianqi for the second time. The place where he was most pleased was that, except for Chen Ping'an, who became a hermit official, he had a relationship with Ning Yatou, and that Chen Ping'an was more like a scholar than himself. In the Great Wall of Jianqi, he has a reputation. Alcoholic bachelor, child maiden, really regard Chen Ping'an as a scholar. Moreover, the kid didn't kill the Confucian Temple of the sub-sage line to accompany the saints with a single stick because of the life and death catastrophe of the old dragon city.

Haoran Jianxiu, all return home early.

The sword repair of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, whether he thinks about this in his heart, is a world of difference, and whether he says it in his mouth is even more of a difference.

Haoran's gas trainers in the world will never know how heavy the weight of the sentence from the wine shop is.

Aliang took a deep breath.

Then have a good fight, have a good time, and leave no regrets!

Flying sword, drinker.

The magical powers of natal, just three words: all dead.

Sword repair and sword, sword repair and enemy.

Looking around, pressing one thumb against the hilt of the sword, slowly pushing the sword out of its sheath, "Let's talk, who will kill first."

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Before leaving the site of the Great Wall of Jianqi, the immortal genealogist who had suffered from Chen Ping'an, chose to take a trip to the top of the city first, and it seemed that he had come to see Lord Hermit.

Cao Jun said in amazement: "Chen Ping An, if you beat someone, you can make the beaten person come back and apologize before you dare to return to your hometown. You are a hidden official. If I could come here earlier, no To make an official position."

Chen Ping'an didn't care about Cao Jun's strange words.

Jia Xuan of the second guest of the Youxian Pavilion and Zhu Yuan, the female master of Red Xingshan in Surabaya, have come to Chen Ping'an with the younger generations from the teacher’s school. They are not like Xingshi’s questioning. It's more like apologizing.

The Wei and Jin Dynasty dismantled the platform and said: "You can't, you can't enter the summer palace."

There is a line of sword repair in the Summer Palace, and several foreigners are young sword repairers with good brains.

Lin Junbi has become the national teacher of the Shaoyuan Dynasty. Deng Liang traveled through the colorful world and served as the chief worshipper of Feishengcheng. In addition, Song Gaoyuan of Antler Palace, Cao Dang of Liuxiazhou, and Scrophulariaceae of Jinjiazhou are all extremely smart young swordsmen.

Sure enough, as Cao Jun expected, Jia Xuan and Zhu Yuan both apologized first, everyone lowered their eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, especially the young men and women with serious injuries. They had been taught by their teachers before they came. Now they lower their heads. Arrogance at all.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at them. Without words, he just glanced at another young man, then turned his head again, took a sip of his drink, facing the vast mountains and rivers of the south, like a breath of boundless air, as if hitting his chest directly. , Teaching people can't swallow drinking.

The young man stepped out suddenly, "I have something to say to Master Hermit."

Jia Xuan's expression changed slightly, and he grabbed the boy's sleeve, gently pulled back, and said sharply, "Jin Su, it's rude!"

Zhu Yuan also reminded her from her heart: "Jin Su, don't make trouble here, be careful to let Youxiange get into trouble."

Once an ignorant child's nonsense caused Shimen to be angered by a hermit, Xiaoxiao Hongxingshan in Surabaya, how could he stand a few swords?

The blue shirt that I didn't want to turn his back to everyone opened his mouth and said: "Tell me, try to make it clear in one sentence what you want to say."

The young monk of Youxian Pavilion named Jin Su broke away from Jia Xuan's hand. He bowed first, then raised his head and straightened his waist without fear. He said loudly: "The saints do not teach and punish, and the punishment is complicated and evil. The official thinks so?"

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly, nodded and said: "Very well, you can say a few more words."

The words of the young man actually came from his husband's "The Wealth of Nations". This young man used Wen Sheng's sage principles to reason with the closed disciples of Wen Sheng's line.

This is the same as Chen Ping'an, who taught the impatiens goddess of the Hundred Flowers Blessed Land at the Confucian Temple Yuanyangzhu, and taught her to reason with the student of Su Zi.

Jin Su took a step forward again, and continued: "Therefore, it is not the work of Confucian scholars to blame for not teaching!"

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded and said, "It is reasonable. But how do you prove this truth and really apply to today's matter?"

Jin Su said in a deep voice: "None of us knew beforehand that you were the hidden official of the Great Wall of Jianqi. Your two persuasion and obstruction, in all fairness, would not be taken seriously if you were replaced by someone else. Zhu, what counts?"

After patiently listening to the young man's speech, Chen Ping'an said: "You have to add a word,'too','neither will be too serious', and be more rigorous. Otherwise, if we talk about it here, just be reasonable, and it will easily start to change. It's a quarrel."

The young man was stunned. He had imagined countless scenes, such as being beaten up by that guy, or even flying out of the city with a slap, but never expected the hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and did not care about his offense. I just care about my own words and missed a word.

Jin Su asked puzzledly: "Does the hidden official recognize this truth?"

Chen Ping'an turned around, continued to sit cross-legged, and shook his head: "I don't agree, but I can let you finish the truth you want to say first. I'm willing to listen."

Jia Xuan warned the young man with his heartfelt voice: "Jin Luo, enough is enough! You dare to say a little more next, I returned to Youxian Pavilion, and I must report the matter to the pavilion master and Zhang Li. You are careful that your direct successor status is not guaranteed. !"

Jin Xuan turned a deaf ear to the threat of a second guest, just staring at the back of the green shirt.

"Just give a few examples. A floor tile in the forbidden area of ​​the imperial mausoleum under the mountain, a dead branch in the Xianjia Dongfu on the mountain, and the soil near the graves of the people under the mountain are worth a little money."

Chen Pingan said indifferently, "Can we pick it up at will, even if it is left unattended?"

The sword repairs of the Great Wall of Jianqi have never had graves.

So what is the sword repair tomb, it may be the battlefield, this sword Qi Great Wall under everyone's feet.

Ascend the city as the grave. Every time a sword is taken, it is to respect the incense and pay homage to the ancestors.

Jin Su was stunned, but said nothing.

Chen Pingan said, "Mute?"

Jin Su bit his scalp and said, "It makes sense."

Chen Ping'an then continued: "If it's fair, what you really should argue with me is not whether I should shoot or not, but whether I should shoot so hard, right?"

That is to say, Jia Xuan and Zhu Yuan are not in the realm, otherwise the plank road where the engraving strokes were previously won't be so cheap. It is absolutely impossible to wake up so quickly, the two earth immortals will only be directly carried by the younger generation to the ferry.

Jin Su immediately nodded and said, "The hidden official's move is too heavy! Besides, the hidden official can report his identity before he takes the shot."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said to the young man: "No one has such a good temper in the sword repairmen of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. What is the biggest truth in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. The elders of the division have not taught you? If I were not The Confucian scholar in the Wensheng line is just a pure sword repairman, even if it is not a hidden official or not, you must leave at least one arm today."

Just like Liu Jinglong, if he was just a sword repairman of the Taihui Jianzong, he would have asked Jiansuoyunzong alone, but when Liu Jinglong was the supreme master of the Taihui Jianzong, he could tolerate it, and even had to tolerate Suoyunzong’s wild words. .

Cao Jun smiled and said, "Wei Jianxian, is the hidden official making a big shot?"

Wei Jin smiled and said: "For the immortal genealogist on the mountain, it's heavier to beat someone so faceless than to lose a sum of immortal money."

Chen Ping'an reminded: "Cao Jun, it's not a time to joke casually, don't get angry."

Cao Jun continued to drink. I silently remembered the names of Youxiange and Hongxingshan in Surabaya. I will have to go to Middle-earth for a while.

Let a last hermit of the Great Wall of Sword Qi sign up for himself? Do you regard yourself as the great demon of the throne in the wild world?

Chen Ping'an shook the jug, always turning his back to the thoughtful genealogist, "You may not be able to listen to the rites of the world and the principles of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Then tell you about your immediate benefits."

"Wei Jin and Cao Jun are two foreigners, and they are both indifferent and nosy sword immortals, so Qi Tingji, Lu Zhi, and the Eighteen Swordsmen of Dragon Elephant Sword Sect? What if you were hit by them? What, it is true that our sword repairman at the Great Wall of Sword Qi is dead in the Haoran world? One in case, someone has his head cut off, and who is lucky enough to lose it. Who do you go to reason with? I'm looking for you to visit Xiange and Surabaya Master Patriarch, still ask Master He to complain? When you go out, you can't understand the boat for thousands of years. Could it be because you can walk sideways under the mountain of the Divine Continent of China, a genealogist?"

While Ning Yao was not present, Cao Jun cautiously said: "Wei Jin, are we both missed?"

Wei Jin said: "It's obvious."

Cao Jun's head is as big as a dustpan. "One of us is the guest of the Shangzong from Luopo Mountain, and the other is for the next one. Will Chen Ping'an wear small shoes when we turn around?"

Wei Jin smiled and said, "I often take a lot of money. It should be okay to spend money on wine. As for you, it's hard to tell."

Chen Ping’an sneered: “A simple truth like going out and going to the hometown to follow the customs, don’t you teach Master Jia and Master Zhu? Or do you say that the truth is running with the wind and never fall into the matter? Oh forget, you guys. It's a protector, not a preacher. Am I wrong to blame you?"

Jia Xuan and Zhu Yuan's faces were extremely ugly, but both sides felt more jealous. Sure enough, it was right to stop Jin Xuan from speaking. In all likelihood, they were hated by the hermit. As for what is unreasonable, it is naturally whoever has high swordsmanship and Taoism has the final say. It was said by the young hermit officials that it was a disadvantage to protect the way, but their own practice did not delay. Didn't they also cultivate a realm of immortality? You Chen Ping'an can have today's good fortune, and when you are the last hermit, God knows what opportunities are available to you. A sword immortal in his forties, one of the ten young people in the world, is naturally capable, but it is not the good fate of Hong Fu Qitian, who believes?

Chen Ping An turned around and looked at the pure martial artist, "Senior took that piece of gravel, right?"

"Wanwan can't afford to be called'senior'."

The man immediately clasped his fists and said in horror, "I took the gravel."

Chen Ping'an raised his hand and held his fist in return, smiling, and said: "The elderly are respected, not to mention that the seniors are very well-mannered and kind, and are an old world."

Chen Ping's gaze shifted and looked at the young man, "Today, I am involved in the risk and take the initiative with my known identity. I am seeking fame and fortune in the wealth and wealth insurance? I want to fight for the reputation of not afraid of power, so that I can exchange benefits in my hometown? Reason, ask for justice?"

Jin Su wanted to speak but stopped.

He has his own calculations. The temperament preferences of the old patriarchs who traveled in the Xian Pavilion at home, the perception of the Great Wall of Jianqi, and the evaluation of Wen Sheng’s lineage, there are always many, young people know clearly, so deep in his heart, he is Xuan, the so-called teacher, Xi Keqing, and Zhu Yuan, who is older and short-sighted from Hongxingshan, simply look down on it.

It's just that the young man didn't dare to look at the sword fairy in green shirt at this moment.

"If it's just the former, isn't it too small to look down on others' minds? Will my belly be high?"

Fine sweat began to ooze from Jin Su's forehead.

"If there are both, then what is the order and what is the size of each mind?"

"Even if there is selfishness first, or even only selfishness, is the truth unreasonable?"

Chen Pingan finally asked and replied: "I don't think it is necessary."

Cao Jun asked: "Can the truth still be said?"

It seems to be gradual, but it goes round and round. Reasonable and questioning.

Wei Jin looked into the distance, the wind blew his temples, he held the scabbard with one hand, and smiled: "If you don't be so reasonable, how can you be reasonable?"

Chen Ping'an didn't stick to his thoughts, and talked about what was in his heart.

"The doctrines of sages and sages in the book are not used to hold the Buddha's feet and the rivers and lakes for emergency, and it is difficult to die at certain moments.

Being a living horse doctor even makes you often feel unfree. "

"Then reading and literacy, what do you want? Be a little bit less hostile, be more patient in the world, and gradually widen the path under your feet, and walk more steadily and calmly in the world."

"The mountain cultivator, practicing the Taoist certificate of longevity, for many years, meditating and vomiting every day, for a few hours at every turn, without making any mistakes. This is all able to survive, but I can't survive a few polite words in dealing with others, and I can't survive the calmness of being reasonable. What is the truth, who will solve my doubts for me? If you can convince me, let alone pick up the gravel and take it home in the future, make sure that the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Confucian Temple are ignored, and you can tell me, I You can help yourself and serve it with both hands."

"The so-called reason is not a skill that is close to your body. It may not be able to get immediate results everywhere, but the longer the time, the more you will learn."

"The Buddhism said that the world of Sao Po, the word Sao Po, means tolerable. It is a hero who can suffer from the sky."

"In this world, the troubles are as many as dust, and the heart is like a mirror. Don't let the dust get off the ground. Whether it is the Buddhist teaching of liberation or the unyielding ambition of the hero, we can all encourage each other."

"Don’t retreat. Position doesn’t retreat. Heroes can stand on their heels. I know who I am. I can’t retreat. Although thousands of people will go. I know what to do. My heart is not retreating. The sea is flowing, and the jade is broken. Rituals and music collapse, and everyone is uneasy. The majestic mountains will show the main peak, and material desires will come out of the mainstay. I am here, that is, my heart is here, my heart is there, and my body is there."

A group of immortal genealogists looked at each other. Is this young hermit insane? Or is it full to support them in preaching and teaching karma?

As for the hermit-sama with a sword backed in a blue shirt, when he began to remain silent, it was as if he had entered concentration. It is not only like the old monk's meditation method, but also like the Xianzhenzhai technique.

Cao Jun hesitated and asked, "What's wrong with Chen Pingan, a little weird?"

Wei Jin was silent for a moment, sighed, and replied: "Similar to a kind of sermon, killing all kinds of other xinxing, used to strengthen one's own xinxing. So Chen Ping'an was actually a little interested in that young man from the beginning, other people Wait, I don’t think it’s worthwhile for him to say a little more. It seems that he has said a lot to outsiders, but Chen Ping’an is talking to himself, he is thinking and thinking in his heart of self-verification."

Old Master He interjected for no reason, "It's a bit wrong to say that it's killing. It's more accurate to replace it with'Negation is affirmation'."

Cao Jun didn't care about how the saint sage heard his heart, so he just took the opportunity to ask He Shou curiously: "Thinking wildly, wandering all over the world, thinking about things, thinking about things, and talking to himself, so what exactly is Chen Ping'an asking for? Isn't it a sword repairer and a pure martial artist? You don't want to go to the Confucian Temple to eat cold pork head, right?"

Old Master He said: "Probably I want to find a way for myself."

Cao Jun asked: "Chen Ping An is planning to become a fairy?"

Old Master He laughed, Wei Jin said, Cao Jun, you really can't enter the summer residence.

Earlier, there were two sword lights on the south side that seemed to have been agreed, and they lighted up from Bingzhu and Zoma Ferry almost at the same time, rushing to the head of the Great Wall of Jianqi.

After that, several sword lights followed, but compared to the speed of the two sword immortals, it was too slow.

The first to show up were the young and extremely handsome old Jianxian, Qi Tingji, and the slender but plain Lu Zhi.

Chen Pingan opened his eyes.

Qi Tingji glanced at the guilty monks, smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "I wanted to take some gravel from the city back, but I stopped him and gave me a lesson."

Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi looked at Wei Jin and Cao Jun almost at the same time. As for the group of immortal genealogists whose hearts were strained, they didn't bother to take a look.

Wei Jin didn't realize it, it didn't matter.

Cao Jun is a little Yuanying Realm sword repairer, but he doesn't have this courage.

Qi Tingji, as the Patriarch of the Qi family of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, how about his swordsmanship, and the lettering on the wall is just over there.

As for Lu Zhi, this is a woman who dared to block and kill Liu Cha to Fuyao Island alone.

Standing by Chen Pingan's side, Qi Tingji glanced at the back of the group of people, and smiled: "Young people, making mistakes is inevitable. You can pay more attention in your next life."

Lu Zhi didn't talk nonsense, and directly looked up at the Confucian sage He Shou who was sitting in the sky. As long as Qi Tingji attacked people, she would be responsible for stopping He Shou.

Jia Xuan and Zhu Yuan, who hadn't gone far, were like falling into an ice cave for a moment, but they couldn't move a step.

I just felt that I had to take one step more, just to ask the two sword immortals about the sword.

Chen Pingan shook his head with both hands and shook his head, "I have already said the truth."

Qi Tingji smiled and said: "Then the hidden official has the final say."

Lu Zhi was quite angry with the hermit, and sneered: "You'd better speak. If you chop it to death, it makes no sense?"

Chen Pingan just threw a jar of Hundred Flower Stuff at her.

Lu Zhi caught the Baihua Niang, squatted on the head of the city, drank fine wine on his back.

Cao Jun heard scalp trouble.

Sword immortals like Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi really disdain for deliberately making harsh words with others, and they are alarmist.

It is estimated that before the hacking, a reminder in advance is considered to be a face?

Chen Ping'an and the guy who dared not move the pestle in the same place said in their hearts: "Don't be stupid to stand, leave you quickly."

One by one, like being amnesty, Yufeng left the city.

Chen Ping'an raised his arm, handed a jar of wine to Qi Tingji, and asked casually, "How many people have arrived in the Dali frontier army on the side of the return to the market?"

Qi Tingji bent over to take the wine jar, thought about it, and simply sat down cross-legged, and said: "For the time being, it is 360,000, of which 20,000 for heavy cavalry and 200,000 for light cavalry, but not many pawns. As for the number of monks in the army. , Dali has not made it public."

Chen Ping An was surprised: "Is there so much already?"

In the wild battlefield, it is difficult to support war by war. Once the front is stretched in the future, the consumption of military supplies will be countless. Fortunately, the monks’ square-inch objects on the mountain and those within a short distance will be "rented" in large quantities by the Confucian Temple and various dynasties, but the number is unknown.

Qi Tingji said: "I heard that the frontier will arrive one after another. Now the number of border troops in Dayi is second only to that of the Chengguan Dynasty in China, because Dayi was the first to set off. Sword boat, mountain ferry, and transcontinental ferry. , It runs very smoothly. Among the ten great dynasties of Haoran, even if they complained, they still had to increase their strength. As for whether there was a situation of overfilling the number, the so-called elites from the respective vassal countries were drawn from the Confucian Temple. "

Chen Pingan asked curiously, "Where is Cao Ci now?"

Qi Tingji smiled and said: "He was a tattoo with Liu Caishen's precious son, but I heard that he would travel a long distance with his friends soon, Cao Ci, Fu Su, Yuan Yao, Chunqing, Yu Yufu, Gu Can, they are all young people. Liu Youzhou didn't follow, and stayed with Huai Qian. It is estimated that he became a good-for-profit boy again."

There is a humorous saying circulating on the mountain. I can't wait to see Liu Youzhou, claiming to be a long-lost brother, and then go home and see Liu Jubao together, and shout "Father" together.

As for the female monk, it is enough to form a Taoist companion with Liu Youzhou, and you can also call father.

Qi Tingji mentioned the wine jar and touched the Chen Ping'an jug lightly, "In addition, as far as I know, those who secretly protect the way for these young people are Han Qiao from Baidi City and a guest from Zhuhai Dongtian. The origin is unknown and the depth cannot be seen."

Then Qi Tingji gave the young hermit an explanation, "When the left and right went south, reminded us not to be unhelpful."

Let Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi not help.

There are indeed not many people who can speak to an old sword fairy engraving on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Cao Jun looked envious.

This kid Chen Ping'an was really mixed up in the Great Wall of Jianqi. He used to only have a vague concept about hidden officials. At this moment, he saw Chen Ping'an and Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi get along with his own eyes. Only then did he know the "hidden officials." The weight of two characters.

In this Great Wall of Jianqi, not to mention that the Wei and Jin Dynasties will naturally become different. It turns out that Qi Tingji, Lu Zhi and others have to regard Chen Ping An as a powerful person who is completely equal.

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Feng Xuetao, who is named Qing Secret, the Ascension Realm from Ye Xiu, did not have a straight line and fled the battlefield. Instead, he chose to detour back to the Jianqi Great Wall. On the way, Feng Xuetao had been paying attention to the geography of mountains and rivers passing by, even carefully. Draw a map of the terrain.

Seeing Al Liang’s face full of kindness, he said that Brother Qing Mi and my friend who was a hermit would definitely be able to chat, and if there is a chance to return to Haoran in the future, he must go to Luopo Mountain as a guest. Then you will report to me Al Liang Whether it is Chen Ping'an or the Wei Dashan Monarch of Beiyue, he will definitely offer good wine to entertain Qing Mi brother.

Feng Xuetao planned to make a trip to the nearest Guixu tattoo site on his way home, and handed these maps to the demon giant in Baidi City.

He stopped abruptly.

Nine monster cultivators appeared out of thin air around them. They were not too old and their realm was not too high, but they made Feng Xuetao face an enemy. This is a long-lost sense of crisis, not the kind of facing Aliang and his left. Suffocation, but a fine and dense discomfort.

Feng Xuetao only recognized one of them, the bamboo scab, the sword stand on the back, the sword repair in the Yupu realm, and it is said that he was the big disciple of Liu Cha.

A teenager, holding a mask, smiling. The two big sleeves fell straight down, no hands were seen.

He was wearing a snow-white robe with moiré flowing like water, a narrow knife hung around his waist, and a slender and extremely long scabbard.

A young woman, with a golden earring, was bright and soft, so that the two cheeks of her were distinguished by light and dark.

There is a burly man with a pair of axes hanging from his waist and holding a lantern.

A pair of young monster monks who looked like brothers and sisters stood side by side. The man picked up a bamboo pole and hung a gourd.

The woman turned the dagger in one hand and carried a huge bow.

A child with a childish appearance, hung a humble cotton bag around his waist.

A graceful, curvy woman, already covered with a mask, no face, slanted back on her piano bag, probably because of the mask, behind her, the weather was full, and there were countless hanged corpses hanging in the air.

The handsome young man with a narrow sword was the first to speak, and he was the first to speak, and he was the first to speak, and he was actually a proficient middle-earth, "Hey, do you recognize Chen Yinguan?"

Taking advantage of the fact that Liu Bai was not present, she quickly asked a few more questions about the young hermit.

Otherwise, the aunt-in-law has a bad temper, and she blows up her hair when she hears this person. Of course, it is not the kind of irritation on the surface, but secretly keeping accounts.

The child-like child stretched out his hand and patted the waist bag and asked with a smile: "Liu's God of Wealth in Aiaizhou, how is their family rich? Really everyone in the family uses snowflakes for their rice bowls and toilets. Made of money?"

Feng Xuetao could roughly see the realm of this group of monster monks, but the highest realm was Yupu realm. Want to siege an Ascended Realm?

But for some reason, Feng Xuetao's instinct told herself that if he is not careful, he will most likely leave his life here.

At this moment, an abrupt voice rang out, "Don't be afraid of the Secret Taoist Fellow, I am here, the broken true monarch, and keep your life safe."

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The top of Mount Sui.

The old master closed the book and said with a smile: "Time is not alive, time is flowing. Ten thousand years, suddenly has come. Su Zi said well, where is my hometown like a family."

Qingming world.

Lu Chen lay on the white jade railing, "The two of us who are juniors are not as good as the seniors who are closest to the master in every respect."

The second Taoist looked unhappy and said, "When did you go to Heaven?!"

Lu Chen sighed and complained: "The big problem should be solved by the big man."

A boy with the appearance of a young Taoist boy appeared out of thin air at the highest point of Bai Yujing and called out two names, "Yu Dou, Lu Chen."

Yu Dou hit the inspector, "Master."

Lu Chen jumped off the railing and learned how to draw a gourd. It is rare to be so serious.

The young Taoist priest who rarely walked out of the lotus cave didn't say anything, but looked up at the sky.

Somewhere outside of the sky, there is a woman in white, holding a bright red ball between her fingers.

If you look at this scene from a far distance, you will find that it is an ancient star.

The young Taoist priest said: "I need to ride an ox to travel far beyond the sky. Lu Chen, you don't have to go."

Lu Chen nodded and said, "The disciple will follow Master's decree."

Jianqi Great Wall.

Chen Ping’an went to the top of the Hedao city alone, and as soon as he took his seat, he saw a head sticking out with a bright smile, "Haha, is it unexpected?"

Chen Ping'an raised his palm directly, five thunderstorms gathered, hit the Taoist man wearing a lotus crown on the door, and directly flew out of the city.

In the end, Chen Ping'an sat on the head of the city with his hands and sleeves sleeves. The Taoist priest wandered to the head of the city, and finally fell to the side. He wiped his face with the sleeve of the Taoist robe.

Chen Pingan asked, "What are you doing here?"

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Join in the fun."

There was a middle-aged monk, not far from the city, suddenly the Buddha sang.

Lu Chen immediately got up and ran away.

Chen Ping'an turned his head, his face was dull, and slowly got up, folded his hands and bowed his head in salute.

The middle-aged monk gave a gift and left without saying anything.

In Dali Capital City, Old Immortal Master Liu Hua stood on the side of the alley and blocked the way of an old master.