Chapter 265: Senior Brother’s Surname is Zuo

Chen Pingan wrote the wrong lock-cutting talisman. If the moment when the small snow cone touched the talisman paper before, it was the scene of the bright moon rising on the sea, then when the talisman is completed, , like a red sun, about the same size as the mouth of a well, but there is no burning sensation, but warmth and warmth. After Chen Pingan said those eight words, this talisman seemed to have lost its true energy, swaying and falling. On the sea surface, and then slowly sank into Jiaolonggou, without causing any strange phenomena on the sea.

But those big things that were winding and entrenched at the bottom of Jiaolong Gorge all turned into human shapes, either old men or old women. They left their respective nests and stood on the stone wall of the trench, bowing to the talisman. Salute, with these old guys who are of the same generation as the golden-robed old dragons, so mobilized, many young and ignorant dragons are weak and have no chance to participate in the battle of Osmanthus Island this time, or they are forcibly detained at the bottom of the sea by their ancestors. , even if these little guys have not yet gathered their bodies, they still follow the gourd's pattern and nod vigorously to salute the talisman.

Then these giant creatures, who had lived for who knows how many years, used their secret arts and magical powers to reprimand the descendants of the dragons who attacked Osmanthus Island with the sound of ancient water, using extremely harsh words.

After those "young and strong" water turtles, snakes and pythons looked at each other, their eyes were full of confusion, shock and unwillingness, but the ancestors of each family threatened not to return to Jiaolong Valley within half a stick of incense. , they are all expelled from their own tribe first, then suffer the pain of being skinned, and finally they are left to drift on the sea and exposed to the sun for three years. Only those who survive have the chance to recognize their ancestors and return to their clan.

They followed the golden-robed dragon this time. Their ancestors had given tacit permission before. Most of these young descendants, who had suffered hardships in the South China Sea and Posas Island, were following the golden dragon. Pao Laojiao hopes that one day, he can go to Posuo Continent and kill all the disciples of the Chen family and the Qi practitioners who are defending along the coast. But now that the ancestor is giving orders, and the golden-robed old dragon has no objections, they all have no choice but to jump up, leave the sky above Osmanthus Island, and dive into the sea. After entering the water, they each go back home to ask for a fair explanation from the ancestor. .

After that, before receiving the decree, the golden-robed old dragon slashed down with his sword the young man who had ruined his century-old plan.

Lu Chen’s order?

Old Jiao has certainly heard of who Lu Chen is. His ancestors said that this great man, one of the Taoist masters, before his ascension, loved to travel around the world in a flat boat. He doesn't seem to like staying on land. It is also rumored that there was a boatman who specially drove the boat for Lu Shen. He was still 30 years old when he went to sea. When Lu Shen soared in the North Sea, he drove the boat back to the land alone. When he returned home, he found that all the familiar mountains and rivers were gone. His name was only left on the family tree three hundred years ago. After that, Zhouzi, whose name was unavailable, went to sea again to look for Lu Chen, and was never heard from again.

Is the golden-robed old dragon afraid of the headmaster Lu Chen?

Of course I am afraid, but I will never be so afraid that I tremble when I hear the name.

Because he is in this vast world, but Lu Chen is in the Qingming world.

The more noble Lu Chen is, the more difficult it is to come to another world, and the rules are complicated. Every move will be watched by Confucian saints.

Once Lu Chen wants to take action personally, he will break the rules. At that time, the Confucian saint whom he deeply hates will become the talisman of him and Jiaolonggou, and even the person who may help him. He is the mellow and scholarly ancestor of the Chen family who carries the sun and the moon on his shoulders.

Just don’t be too afraid, and don’t take it too seriously. Provoking a saint, even if you are separated by a world, is never a good thing.

The golden-robed old dragon sneered in his heart. This master who was born in a great world but is in charge of a lineage of Taoism in another world really has a good name.

As for the troublesome young man who used a pair of landscape seals to block the sword energy.

The golden-robed old dragon twitched the corner of his mouth. This kind of thing is indispensable. Although he hates the young man in front of him, he is ready to stop. The real gains and losses are not in the day and night. between. What happened today was much beyond expectations, and it might have attracted the attention of the hunting patrols on the South China Sea coast of Posu Island. It is better to be careful. If someone is caught, it will ruin the matter.

The old dragon chuckled and said: "It's a pity that this seal can block the full sword of the Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal, but it is not comparable to a broken fish basket, little guy , are you feeling distressed now?"

Chen Ping'an answered the question, "If I have many high-quality snake gallstones from Lizhu Cave Sky, how many would it take to exchange for one from Osmanthus Island? Safe passage?"

The golden-robed old dragon was stunned for a moment, "Are you talking about the Li Zhu Cave Sky on the back of Aquarius Continent? In other words, a dragon-slaying platform is no less important to a sword cultivator. One of the dragons under the Nascent Soul can be exchanged for a steady improvement in the first level. Let me do the math. One Osmanthus Island, one Madam Gui, two thousand lives of Qi Practitioners... Boy, unless you have a lot of snake gallstones."

The old man in gold robe stretched out his palms and turned them over. "At least twenty. Do you have any?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, "I have given some away over the years, but there are not so many anymore."

Chen PinganPut away the small snow cone of the brush and the lonely watermark, and put it into the square inch object. With a clear understanding, the flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the new year quickly snatched out Chen Ping'an, who was in a state of turmoil, and returned to the sword gourd. This time, there was no concealment. , anyway, Lao Jiao has already seen through it.

The golden-robed old dragon narrowed his eyes.

One of the swords in the wooden box behind the young man gave him a considerable sense of threat.

A piece of Lu Chen’s edict that turned everything upside down, a pile of Lizhu Cave Heavenly Serpent Gallstones, a pair of landscape seals, a writing brush that “writes with spirit”, and a good-quality sword Gourd, and his surname is Chen.

The golden-robed old dragon became more and more certain that it was a wise move for him to stop at the right time.

What a pity. If this guy had been killed with just one sword, he would have been the least troublesome. As for the various twists and turns that will follow, he is not afraid at all.

When it came to competing in the realm of cultivation, he, a false saint, did not dare to have any confidence, but if he was competing against his backers, he really didn't feel like he was losing to anyone.

Old Jiao saw the old Zhouzi man who had injured his life soul standing behind the young man with a wary face. He smiled and said: "Don't worry, that lock-cutting talisman is very dignified. My courage can only support me to take action once."

Lao Jiao looked away and looked at Chen Pingan again, "Since you have snake gallstones, why didn't you say it from the beginning? Did this fight hurt the harmony between the two parties?"

Chen Pingan asked: "Are you kidding, or are you serious?"

Jin Pao Laojiao's face was gloomy.

The old man Zhouzi sneered: "In that situation, you were sure of victory, and it was too late to kill people and seize treasures. Why would you sit down and talk business with a young man?"

The golden-robed old dragon ignored the cynicism of the golden elixir old man and stared at the young man, "Too smart, he won't live long."

Chen Pingan turned around and said: "Old Senior, you go back to Osmanthus Island first. I have something to say to this beast...to this old dragon alone."

Old Zhouzi shook his head and said solemnly: "You can keep it. Qingshan is not afraid of running out of firewood, Chen Ping'an, you are still young, practicing Taoism, these setbacks, it is hard to say whether it is a blessing or a disaster, it is not difficult to let go..."

I don't know if it is an illusion, but the old man always feels that The young man in front of him seemed to have been immersed in the divine will of that talisman and had not yet pulled it out.

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Senior, I know it well."

Chen Pingan wanted to hold his hands and clasp his fists to express his gratitude, but he only He raised his right hand, but his left arm for writing could not be bent, so Chen PinganHe made a fist with his right hand and tapped his heart gently, "I will return to Osmanthus Island later and treat the old man to a drink."

The old man hesitated for a moment, nodded, and returned to the adjacent boat. Slowly sail towards Osmanthus Island.

After Lao Zhouzi left, Chen Pingan clapped the sword gourd, hovering on the young man's shoulders on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, and then held out the watermark again.

The golden old Jiao smiled and said: "What, you want to fight with me?"

Chen Pingan grinned, "Talk to some guys, fists No matter how good the argument is, you won’t be able to listen to it. The previous lock-cutting talisman is proof. From this, it can be seen that this principle that I have figured out by myself is effective for you. Let me ask a question to the Fan family and Mrs. Gui. What rules have been made with you that allow you to kill more than two thousand people with confidence?"

Old Jiao was a little impatient and said sullenly: "Do you think this rule is unreasonable?"

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He stamped his feet lightly, unconsciously or not, cutting off the connection between this place and the outside world.

Then he smiled and said: "Then have you ever thought about how many of our Jiaolonggou lineage died in the process from the time we were exiled to the time when we took root here? Lives? How many lives have been wasted by those bullshit rules set by Confucian saints over the years?"

Chen Pingan asked: "You think the Confucian rules are wrong? Does it matter whether the rules are correct or not? To put it another way, even if the saint does something wrong, you can make the same mistake. Besides, if you have the ability, you can quarrel or fight with the Guihua Island Ferry. , What is it?"

Old Jiao laughed and said: "What is it? It's not enough to vent your anger."

Chen Ping'an said. : "It seems that the Confucian saint was wrong for not slapping you to death."

The old dragon smiled instead of getting angry, "Boy, you and I are going around here. Go, what do you want to do? Do you want to threaten me that one day your ancestor or your mentor will come to trouble me and Jiaolonggou?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I have no relatives in my family, nor... a master."

Old Jiao suddenly felt a little confused, "What are you doing? Looking for death?"

Old Jiao nodded, "It's strange that I believe what you said. Well, since you don't have the support of your elders and master, I have some courage. It's enough to kill you."

The old dragon was really resolute in his actions. His golden robe was fluttering in the wind, and he stretched out his hand, and a golden light appeared in the sky, and then he slowly pulled down. Offer a piece of goldColored silk thread.

Chen Pingan was completely unaware of this. He took a step forward and walked to the front of the boat. He lowered his head and looked into the depths of the sea, as if looking for the lock-cutting talisman. He said softly: "Lu Chen, I know You are watching here, and I can guess some of your intentions, but if I use your name to defeat the enemy, you use it to plot against me. In this matter, we are even. But please tell me. A Liang in the sky, the one who killed Chen Ping'an was in Jiaolonggou, Nanhai."

After saying this.

Chen Pingan punched his heart hard with his right hand. The previous punch with old man Zhouzi was to calm his mind so that he could say these words to Lu Chen. Now he punched Going down, the waves in his heart were turbulent, making waves, and even his own talisman and divine will were completely dispersed, and he turned into the mountain-shaking fist again. In the final analysis, Chen Pingan did not give Lu Chen a chance to use the supreme Taoist method and talk to himself.

Chen Ping'an still couldn't raise his left hand. After releasing the fingers of his fisted right hand, he walked around his shoulder and reached out to hold the sword that was supposed to be given to a certain girl.

Chen Pingan suddenly let go of his hand and took off the ginger pot from his waist. This time he drank, it was just for drinking, it was no longer for the warriors on the battlefield to breathe. No longer to cover up the traces of the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, Chen Pingan threw the sword gourd into the boat at his feet after drinking, and said silently in his heart: "A Liang, Mr. Qi, and Miss Ning, I'm all sorry."

He initially thought about writing a lock-cutting talisman to qualify himself to discuss the conditions with the golden old dragon, and exchange all the snake gallstones for the ability to sail out of Jiaolonggou on Osmanthus Island.

He had previously thought that when he arrived at Xuanxuan Mountain, he would definitely give Jindanjian Xiumazhi a few more Grain Rain coins.

I still thought that before getting off the boat, I must ask the Fan family for a map of Osmanthus Island. When the time came, I got off the boat, went to Daixuan Mountain, and then secretly took the map given by Mr. Qi. Landscape mark, cover it lightly.

Many kinds of things are running through Chen Pingan's mind.

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I don’t know when, the golden sword energy as thin as a hair in the sky has disappeared.

The golden old dragon's face turned slightly pale. Although he was suspicious in his heart and extremely unwilling to believe what the young man said, what if?

What if?

He couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction of the upside-down mountain, but stopped talking.

But the next moment, the golden-robed old dragon's face was full of surprise. After nodding slightly, he laughed loudly, and the golden sword energy reappeared in the air, but this time it was no longer just a wisp, but Threads and threads, likeThe slender water chargers swaying in the sea of ​​clouds.

A mountain hanging upside down.

There was a tall man in Taoist robes, standing on the edge of the cliff looking up into the distance. What he could see was not the Jiaolong ditch he had casually laid out, or even the two-god confrontation tower. On the top of the cliff was not the young woman in green robe, sitting on the shoulders of the Rain Master, drinking wine, but in the sea of ​​clouds, an elegant man in a green shirt with a long sword on his waist, who had previously come from near the old Dragon City. If you set off from the sea area, you will soon arrive at Jiaolonggou.

This person has been away from the human world for too many years. The reason is very interesting. The sword energy is so strong that no matter how much he suppresses it, he can't stop the sword energy from pouring out in all directions, and all objects close to him can't be stopped. , all turned into powder.

So this person will only travel to all kinds of inaccessible places in the world, in the sky, all over the world, deep mountains and savage places...

But he quickly frowned. On the sea at the feet of the swordsman in Confucian shirt, there was a dull man punting a boat with a bamboo pole. In an instant, it was thousands of feet away, as fast as thunder. , is actually not inferior to the world-famous swordsman above him.

The dull man said dullly: "My husband said that this plot against Chen Ping'an is for his own good. If he takes Qi Jingchun's mountain seal and goes to Upside Down Mountain, he will use that Chen Pingan will suffer a lot due to the bad temper of the proud disciple of the second uncle. Besides, my husband sincerely hopes that Chen Pingan can find another way to go to Qingming World, and he is willing to accept Chen Pingan as a closed disciple. "< /p>

The well-known Tianshang Sword Cultivator with elegant demeanor and handsome appearance did not even raise his eyelids. He just looked down at the Jiaolong Valley in the distance and said only one sentence, "You are Lu Chen's registered disciple." , I just want to compete with my little brother, okay, why don’t you take my sword?”

The man is not annoyed at all, but he still has the dull look and tone that seems to be born. "If I don't fight, I can only row a boat."

Wherever the sword cultivator passes, if there is a sea of ​​clouds, it will be cut away by itself. After a while, he was a little unhappy, " Then why are you following me?"

The boatman said honestly: "Go and tell Chen Pingan face to face, so that he will not misunderstand my husband."

Zhouzi thought for a while, "Then I won't go."

Sure enough, the boat suddenly stopped.

The man nodded, "You are not stupid."

He rode the wind and walkedGo, full of resentment, muttering to himself, asking and answering questions.

"Xiao Qi wants me to be your guardian, how can I agree? Xiao Qi is a fool from reading, and I am not."

The sword cultivator seemed to be in a worse mood, and began to speed forward, so that the air behind him vibrated and rumbled, like a string of thunder resounded through the sea of ​​clouds.

When he was about to pass by the two statues of the Rain Master and the Divine General, someone loudly scolded the swordsman that he was not allowed to fly over the sect without authorization and had to take a detour.

The sword cultivator lowered his head and glanced casually, put his thumb on the hilt of the sword, pushed it gently, and the sword fell to the sea. After being only a few feet away from the sea, it rose from the ground in an instant. He rose up and flew away with a sword like a rainbow, directly splitting the statue of the god into two halves. The golden light exploded like the rising sun.

The sword flashed away, followed its master, and was sheathed quietly.

The sword cultivator continued to move forward.

Reasonable?

He never liked it.

Why do you practice swordsmanship when you want to reason with others?

The sword cultivator suddenly raised his eyes and said, "You are shaking your sword energy in front of me, do you really think you are A Liang?"

Yunshang Jianxiu, who was still seven or eight hundred miles away from Jiaolonggou, flipped his wrist and then threw him out with a slap.

A Osmanthus Island flipped upside down in the air and hit the sea more than ten miles away, shaking violently. Then, as if being blown by the strong wind, facing the wind and waves, he moved forward quickly and was far away from Jiaolonggou in an instant.

Then the sword cultivator flicked his fingers.

Above Jiaolonggou, there are seats like open heaven gates.

There are continuous snow-white sword auras as big as waterfalls, pouring down one after another.

In a Jiaolong ditch, those dragons that live closer to the sea surface did not know what the "snow-white flood" that poured into the sea was at first.

Then when they came to their senses, they were already skeletons maintaining their original postures.

As for the golden sword energy summoned by the golden-robed dragon, they were like a few dead branches facing the flood that burst the embankment, and they were washed away long ago, with no trace left.

The snow-white floods formed by the sword energy continued to flow into Jiaolong Valley.

But the old man in gold robeJiao and Chen Pingan on the lone boat were always safe and sound.

In the Jiaolong Valley, the sword energy was overwhelming, and it could be said that corpses were everywhere.

The golden-robed old dragon stood there blankly, his face ashen.

Isn’t this just in case?

Does this count as ten thousand?

A Confucian swordsman came to the edge of Jiaolonggou, stepped on the sea, and moved forward slowly. The seawater was invaded by the sword energy, boiled instantly, and turned into clouds, so the swordsman was still Yufeng volleys.

He glanced at Chen Pingan and said expressionlessly: "Xiao Qi asked me to be your protector, but I didn't agree. Just like when Mr. asked me to protect Xiao Qi, I still I didn’t agree. What kind of protector do you want to follow the road you chose?”

He looked helpless, but there was a smile in his eyes, “But you are half my junior brother. I can't deny it. And you dare to take life and death this time, and I think it's good. Anyway, it's to my taste, so I came to see you. Mr. and Xiao Qi are so old. When you are young, you can only blame the two of them for being bullied. But you, you are still young and you are bullied like this. It cannot be justified."

Jian Xiuyun Danfengqing. in words.

The golden-robed old dragon oozed snow-white light bit by bit from the more than 300 Qi palaces in his body. His face was ferocious and full of pain, but his combat power was equivalent to that of the Jade Pu Realm. The old dragon could not make a sound from the beginning to the end.

"My swordsmanship is not as good as A Liang's, but my swordsmanship is a little better than his."

Jian Xiu looked at the young man named Chen Pingan , stretched out his thumb, pointed first to the sky, then to himself, and said with a smile: "Oh, by the way, my name is Zuo Zuo, and I am you and Xiao Qi's senior brother."