The old scholar stamped his foot and said angrily: "Only villains and women are difficult to raise. The ancients never deceived me!"
The tall woman twisted the snow-white lotus leaf picked from nowhere. , full of murderous intent, although the smile was still on her face, she looked very cold no matter how she looked at it, "Swearing someone if you can't beat them? Are you looking for a cut?!"
The circular sword formations that were originally spread ten miles away , gathered in an instant, and only surrounded the place on the cliff by the river. At the same time, the sword energy became more and more powerful and shocking, and the sword array wall formed by the condensed sword energy became an invisible avenue of nothingness flowing between heaven and earth.
The old scholar shrank his neck, suddenly had an idea, and immediately felt confident, and asked loudly: "Fighting is okay, but can we change our fighting style? Don't worry, my request can be passed on to Chen Ping'an. , I promise it’s reasonable and meets your wishes!”
The tall woman was silent, and suddenly saw the old man winking at her.
She hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
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At the mouth of the well in the inn, the young man put his fingers together to form a sword and pointed at the well. end.
The rainbow light created by the first ray of sword energy gradually faded away by half in the old well. It was no longer so dazzling that people could not look directly at it. Through the light, Chen Pingan could vaguely see this. A ray of sword energy that was said to be "very small", after leaving the Qifu acupoint, condensed into essence, like a heavy rain, smashing crazily on a piece of "ground", and this piece of ground that withstood the impact of the heavy rain, as if It is the surface of a round mirror.
Of course Chen Pingan would not know that it was called Lei Bu Si Yin Jing, and it had an extraordinary origin and a great connection!
After the death of an ancient emperor who was in charge of thunder magic, the gods of thunder took advantage of the situation and divided up the thunder power of the ancestor of all laws. Each of them had a part of the thunder power. From then on, The situation is even more miserable. Except for the God of Thunder who is responsible for announcing spring, many other gods have long been reduced to beings such as gods of mountains, rivers, and rivers. They are either restrained and ordered by the saints of the three religions not to step out of the "Thunder Pond", or they often Military forces like Fengxue Temple's Zhenwu Mountain, or some Taoist sects, used thunder talismans and the art of inviting gods to call them back and then wave them away.
The owner of this Leibu Division Seal Mirror was once one of the main gods of the Leibu Division. Although it has suffered repeated disasters, from the mirror surface to the inside, it has long been dilapidated, and the brilliance of thunder and lightning inside has almost been exhausted, but It is definitely not something that monks from the fifth level of Enhe Middle School can break.
The figure of the young man in white in the ancient well has been suppressed by more than ten feet. He is still pressing against the bottom of the mirror with his hands and shoulders. He was hit by the sword energy, and the mirror shook and broke apart. It was cracked, but was quickly repaired to its original appearance by the residual lightning contained in the mirror.
The sword attack is like a cavalry carving a formation, and the mirror resistance is like an infantry defense.
The two will kill each other, and it depends on who loses his momentum sooner.
The young Cui Han clenched his teeth, his face covered with blood, which blurred his handsome face. At this time, he had no extra energy to say harsh words, and could only say silently in his heart: "Survive this sword fight." violenceRain, I will return it a hundredfold when I go up there! It can definitely be done. The momentum of Jianyu has turned from strong to weak. I just need to hold on for a little longer. Chen Pingan, just wait! ”
Although the young man at the bottom of the well is still full of energy, his appearance covered in blood is really desolate.
Even in the bleak years when he betrayed his master, he traveled all the way and left From the Divine Continent of Middle-earth to the continent in the south, they finally chose to settle in Dongbaopingzhou, the smallest territory. Cui Han, the former disciple of the Literary Sage, traveled tens of thousands of miles, and he was free and at ease along the way. , monsters, demons, monsters, who could make him so embarrassed?
You know, Cui Chan, a traveler before becoming the Great Li State Master, once had a saying that it is difficult to get into the elegant hall, just by preference? After slaying demons, he would say, "In the blink of an eye, everything is wiped out. It's like an ant." ”
The figure of Cui Han, the young man carrying the mirror, continued to fall, but the amplitude gradually became smaller.
The mirror could still hold up, but sword energy continued to pour down from the periphery of the mirror, and it continued to fall. The sword energy was soaked in, and the young man's body was already shaky.
With a thought, he slipped out a life-saving talisman from the bottom of the box. He had kept it for many years. When he used it now, he felt distressed and his face was a little ferocious. .
The golden talismans first stuck to the cuffs of the white clothes, and then melted instantly. Soon, the surface of Cui Han's white clothes was covered with golden runes. When he listened carefully, he could hear Buddhist chants. When the sound sounded, the white clothes rolled like water patterns, setting off the majesty of the young Cui Hanbao.
This talisman is extremely special. If gold powder and cinnabar are the main materials for drawing talismans, then there are some materials that can be found but cannot be found. When a talisman is made into a talisman, the various effects contained in the talisman are unspeakably wonderful. For example, this one by Cui Chan uses the golden blood of a golden-bodied Arhat from the Western Buddhist country as the main material for drawing the talisman, and this eminent monk almost made it. The state of Bodhisattva has been formed, so the blood appears golden. When it is poured into gold powder, and the "Diamond Sutra" scriptures are written on the talisman, it can be turned into a diamond amulet with endless Buddhist dharma. This is the effort of the Land Sword Immortal. He was able to withstand even one blow.
How could young Cui Han not feel distressed?
After offering this priceless life-saving talisman, the young man made some calculations in his mind and easily figured it out. The sword energy can at most make the mirror shatter, but the mirror itself will not be damaged. From now on, every time there is a thunderstorm night, you can go to the sea of lightning and thunder clouds and lead the thunder and lightning into the mirror. In a few years, this Lei Bu Si Seal will be destroyed. The mirror can be restored to its original state.
With this, Cui Han was determined, tilted his arm slightly, and wiped the blood on his face, "What a shame, it almost destroyed the foundation of my golden body! ”
Cui Han closed his eyes and began to silently gather strength.
Just waiting for a critical moment when the sword energy was about to dissipate, it was the time for him to kill at the mouth of the well.
Of course he will not wait for all the sword energy to dissipate.
If he waits for the sword energy to completely disappear, once Chen Pingan from above finds out that he is not dead, the mud in Mud Bottle Alley will be destroyed.I can't tell you what the legs are, but there are really some insidious and dangerous moves to follow.
After all, at this time, neither my cultivation nor my body can withstand any unexpected "examination".
The road is really muddy and rugged!
The young man felt great hatred in his heart.
The trip to the small town was what Cui Han, the national master, considered to be the final battle. Because it involved the chance of enlightenment, he did not hesitate to split his soul in half and live in another body and skin. The image left Dali Capital in a grand manner.
I originally thought that even if the literary fortune of Mr. Wen Sheng and his junior brother Qi Jingchun could not be cut off, we could still use the boy from Mu Ping Alley as the object of visualization, and borrow stones from other mountains to attack jade, sharpen the mind, and replenish the spirit. Qi's most lacking state of mind can help him break through the ten realms in one go, and he is expected to return to the peak cultivation level of the twelve realms, and even use Da Li to promote his knowledge. As long as his achievements and knowledge can spread throughout the entire continent, We can make further progress. If all the Confucian disciples in the same continent are my disciples of Cui Chan, the benefits will be unimaginable.
It seemed at the time that no matter how the calculations were made, Cui Chan was invincible. The only difference was the size of the profit.
However, no one would have thought that the direct disciple Qi Jingchun actually selected was not Zhao Yao who gave away the spring seal, Song Jixin who gave away only the remaining books, or even Lin Shouyi, a young man who had the seeds of learning.
But the little girl named Li Baoping is a woman! How does a woman inherit cultural heritage? Female sir, female madam? Aren't you afraid of becoming the laughing stock of the world? Aren't you afraid of being regarded as the number one heretic by the old people in the Confucian Academy?
I didn’t even expect that Qi Jingchun would accept a disciple as a teacher and give the relics of his mentor Cui Chan and Qi Jingchun, the literary saint, to the young Chen Ping’an.
In this way, not only has the cultural context not been cut off, but the fire has been passed down to Li Baoping's generation, and Cui Chan, who had originally deceived his master to destroy his ancestors and rebelled against his master, once again fell in love with Wen Sheng because of Chen Ping'an. tied together.
This caused Cui Han, who mistakenly thought he had the chance to win, to be completely shattered in an instant. Coupled with the invisible pull of literary luck, he fell to the fifth level of cultivation. If he had not reached an agreement with Old Man Yang later, Acquiring a long-lost Shinto secret technique filled a loophole in Cui Chan's own secret technique, and he was able to quickly warm up his soul. Like a dead tree blooming with spring, his cultivation level began to rise again.
However, this secret method has a fatal flaw. The accumulated cultivation is an "illusion" and will be returned to its original form after one use. Unless you break through the ten realms in one breath and reach the upper five realms, you can "fake it when it is real and the real thing is also fake". The false and the real are uncertain, and the true and false are confused, which is a different world.
When they arrived at the Qiulu Inn in this county, the "illusion" realm of young Cui Han was actually close to the ninth realm again. Only then did he have the opportunity to use the military strategist's method of "inviting gods" to invite a statue. The golden body of a Confucian saint. The realm is fake, but the means are real. That's why the Hanshi River God was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were split apart. Otherwise, a man in green robes would lead the Northland water transport for hundreds of years.How could Lihe City be tamed by Cui Chan like a small catfish in a stream if he didn't suffer enough?
Under the well.
The heavy rain of sword energy that fell from the mouth of the well was still aggressive, and the sword light was splashed in all directions by the mirror.
The young man in white has almost stepped on the bottom of the water channel at the bottom of the well. The well water and the groundwater in the city connected to the river have long been evaporated by the sword energy.
The young Cui Han began to count down in his heart.
It is absolutely true that he does not want to kill Chen Pingan, at least for the time being.
Because Cui Zhang is more like a tug-of-war, hoping to pull the young man onto his own path. At least in the short term, Cui Chan will not harm Chen Pingan, but will try his best to help Chen Pingan grow in cultivation. At most, he will quietly change Chen Pingan's temperament. The spring breeze will turn into rain, subtle and subtle, and eventually become his Cui Chan's comrades. If Chen Pingan Ping An is very lucky, and he will hopefully inherit Cui Chan's mantle in the future, and Cui Chan will not refuse.
But Cui Zhang really wanted to kill Li Baoping.
Because once this little girl grows up in the future, and Cui Chan is still involved with Chen Ping'an after all, the more infamy and rejection Li Baoping suffers, the more or less Cui Chan's Taoist cultivation will be affected. Being affected is absolutely unbearable for Cui Chen, who pursues perfection.
The young Cui Han felt that this was an unreasonable disaster.
Even if I think of a bad guy with ulterior motives, if I want to kill you Chen Pingan, why bother pretending to be a grandson all the way? It's obviously harmless to you.
Why do you, Chen Pingan, want to kill me just because of a little speculation? !
Why do you think that I can kill people just because I harbor evil intentions for my three children, without any hesitation?
Then what kind of gentleman are you? Then Qi Jingchun has always respected gentlemen, why do you, who Qi Jingchun values so highly, be so unreasonable? Why should the old man ask me to learn how to be a good person from you? ! I, Cui Chan, was once the first disciple of Wen Sheng, and I once taught Qi Jingchun the knowledge. Regarding my status in the Confucian tradition, I, Cui Chan, am more than a step above the wise men and gentlemen. And you, Chen Ping'an, do things with such sincerity, the old man's vision is as bad as ever.
Qi Jingchun helps you choose, doesn’t that mean he helped you choose the second Cui Yu?
The young Cui Chan, whose feet touched the stone slab, continued to count down in his heart, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.
A burst of joy surged through my heart and chest at the same time.
Haha, this is better, it means that after I get out of the predicament, while slowly torturing you, at least I will let you Chen Pingan survive and save your life. You can follow me on that path in the future. The road will go more naturally and smoothly. In this way, your luck is not too bad.
Furthermore, the written restraint planted by that dead old man on Cui Zhan is only for Chen Pingan. Cui Zhan is not allowed to have any evil thoughts towards Chen Pingan, otherwise he will suffer the pain of whipping and heart-breaking punishment. , apart from that, it has not restricted other behaviors. This is barely in line with the old man's knowledge. He pays attention to things.Only by tracing things back to their origins and clearing up the source can we spread the branches and leaves in moral articles and conduct in the world.
In the future, I, Cui Zhang, want you to see with your own eyes how the little girl named Li Baoping, the direct descendant of Qi Jingchun, died in front of you, and I also want you to know what the struggle between the avenues is and why she And die!
The time has come!
Cui Han’s arms that were holding against the mirror were already bloody and bloody, with bones clearly visible, but he didn’t care, “The sword energy is like a rainbow, right? The waterfall is upside down, right? Open it for me!”
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But just before Cui Chan thought he had succeeded, there was only such a slight difference. With his feet firmly rooted and the boy in straw sandals standing firmly on the mouth of the well, he finally made it. After accumulating strength, although his soul was shaken, every part of his internal organs was hurting to the bone, so he could only tremble slightly: "Let's go."
The second waterfall poured down.
Your uncle Chen Pingan, I was killed here by you.
This was the only thought that young Cui Han had at that time.
Chen Pingan was teetering on the wellhead.
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Before this.
Chen Pingan sat in the pavilion for the second time tonight. At that time, he and Li Baoping, who had woken up from a nightmare, sat opposite each other in the pavilion. A ray of breeze blew through the small pavilion for no reason.
The young man remembered something and felt a little sad. At the same time, he closed his eyes with Li Baoping and listened carefully to the sound of the iron horse wind chimes under the eaves.
The young man silently told himself at that time, "Mr. Qi, if the sound of the wind chimes under the eaves is an even number, just let it go and endure the one named Cui. But if it is an odd number, I will take action. ."
Ding dong, ding dong, ding ding dong.
After the seventh tone, there was no more sound.
So after the little girl in the red cotton jacket left the pavilion, the boy stood on the edge of the wellhead.
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Earlier, before the straw-shoe boy left the town.
At Old Man Yang’s reminder that time, Chen Ping’an left Yang’s shop with an umbrella and went to hold the umbrella for the man who came to visit Old Man Yang and the school teacher who gave him two square mountain watermarks.
One big and one small were walking on the small street.
"A gentleman can be deceived. You can tell this to Senior Yang and others."
"Whenever you are unsure about something in the future, you can ask the spring breeze. Well, You just need to keep this sentence in your mind, maybe you will need it in the future."
After saying this sentence, it is rare for a scholar with frosty temples. He was as rigid and serious as when he was teaching knowledge in the school. He blinked, looked at the young man, and smiled warmly.
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When the boy left the town with the little girl.
The last bit of soul of a certain blue-shirted Confucian scholar, after going to a certain cave in the outer sky, returned to the human world and walked side by side for a certain distance with the boy in straw sandals and the little girl in the red cotton-padded jacket. , then he stopped and looked at the backs of the junior brother and his own disciples.See you off again.
When the scholar finally waved goodbye silently, with this gentle wave of his sleeves, a spring breeze lingered around the young man, silently and lingering for a long time.
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In the well.
Together with the Leibu Si Seal Mirror, the young Cui Han was slammed back to the bottom of the well. He huddled together and lay on the extremely dry bluestone floor, trying to hide under the mirror as much as possible.
Although he tried his best and made the last desperate struggle, Cui Han was actually completely lost in his heart.
The mirror shook violently, bringing a huge impact to the boy in white below, as well as the "water flow" of sword Qi flowing through the mirror, causing a huge burning sensation to the boy's body. He became confused.
At the moment when I close my eyes.
The imprisonment that the old scholar had imprinted on the soul of young Cui Han disappeared.
The young man in white was in high spirits, as if a man was particularly energetic after a long drought. How could Cui Chan dare to have any remaining energy? If he didn't work hard at this moment, how could he say, "Haha, God help me!" Old man, you can make mistakes like this! Even if you are old, you will be self-defeating one day. It is really God who helps me, Cui Cheng, there is no perfect path for everyone! The golden characters full of awe-inspiring righteousness, Cui Han, whose face was twisted with pain, was peeled off from his soul bit by bit. This kind of pain that makes people's thoughts have nowhere to hide is more terrifying than being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts.
But Cui Chan's mind became clearer and clearer. "The teachings of the saints are conveyed in writings." The young man in white used the temporarily ownerless golden characters to hit the sword energy waterfall.
The golden characters and sword energy collided with each other.
There is no momentum at all, but the more silent it is, the more shocking and suffocating it is.
It is no longer the category of any struggle for strength and power, but just another form of struggle for the great road.
This waterfall.
After all, it is just a "tiny" sword energy.
And those gold characters were only temporarily borrowed.
The two were in a stalemate, and in the end it seemed that they were trying to create an evenly matched situation.
It’s like two armies facing each other, with one losing and both sides being annihilated.
After Cui Chan sensed the opportunity, he did not wait for death. He began to sit up carefully, then squatted down little by little, and finally he was bent down and stood up.
He moved to one side, and the mirror instantly tilted, and poured all the last sword energy to the other side of the inner wall of the well mouth. The young man in white simply threw away the ancient mirror, touched the ground with his feet, and raised his body to the sky. He stood up, and then his figure disappeared in an instant, leaving only a gloomy and angry voice that kept echoing in the ancient well: "Even if you have the third sword energy now, you are too late!"
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Chen Ping'an stood at the mouth of the well, setting up a sword furnace with both hands. After the last sword energy left, he was ready to face the enemy with boxing skills.
That part shakesIn the preface to the opening chapter of Shanpu, the clear meaning of the sect is clearly stated: "Those who will learn my Shanshanquan in future generations, even if they are facing the enemy the founder of the three religions, remember that our boxing skills can be weak, and we can lose in the fight for victory, but we only have the power of boxing! Never retreat!”
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At the same time.
In the Yajing courtyard, the little girl in a red cotton jacket woke up again, not from a nightmare, but from being slapped with a locust wood sword.
The dazed Li Baoping suddenly widened his eyes. The wooden sword that had broken through the window quickly carved the character "Qi" in the air, and then flew toward the door. Li Baoping Jumping out of bed with lightning speed, no longer wearing boots, he ran barefoot. After opening the door, he followed Mu Jian to the house where his uncle lived. Because Chen Pingan had not come back yet, he did not lock the door. Being knocked away by the flying sword, Li Baoping rushed into it with the flying sword and saw it pointing at the basket on its back.
Li Baoping finally took out a seal hidden by her junior uncle under Feijian’s pointing. After opening it, she found that it was the seal that junior junior uncle Fang had only secretly seen once for her. With the "quiet mind and contentment" seal, Feijian "nods" vigorously and flies quickly outside the house.
The little girl grasped the Jingzi Seal that Mr. Fang gave to her junior uncle, followed the locust wood sword that had appeared inexplicably in the basket on her back, and flew all the way to the pavilion. She jumped out in a familiar way. Pavilion, ran to the wellhead where the little uncle was standing.
In an instant, the seal in Li Baoping's hand broke free from her palm and quickly flew towards the wellhead, higher than her junior uncle's head, and then gave a dull snap.
Above the wellhead, someone was heartbroken: "Come again? Qi Jingchun, I will fuck you! The ghost is still here, are you finished yet?!"
I saw it A young man in white clothes appeared inexplicably above the wellhead. He was hit hard by a seal on his forehead. He flew backwards and fell to the ground.
The young man in white, with no trace of his cultivation left, muttered before he passed out: "Qi Jingchun, if you are cruel, I will admit defeat."