On the surface of Jiaolonggou, Chen Pingan stared blankly at the green-shirted swordsman who claimed to be his senior brother.
The boy frowned, his lips trembled, and then he lowered his head.
The sword cultivator with the weird name said angrily: "Are you going to cry? How come you have the same virtue as Xiao Qi back then, no wonder you were chosen. Reasoning won't work, and you can't beat others. Every time he would hide and cry, tears falling down his face."
Jian Xiu suddenly said sternly: "Raise your head!"
Chen. Ping An raised his head blankly.
The man asked: "Why did you change your mind when things got tough and punch instead of the sword? Answer loudly, don't be coy!"
Chen Pingan subconsciously blurted out: "My swordsmanship is too bad, don't lose that person! My boxing skills are acceptable, but it's not fun if I don't do it!"
"Oh shit! It's just your martial arts skills. Do you dare to say it's acceptable?"
The man turned his head and spat fiercely with an angry look on his face. He was neither as elegant as Qi Jingchun nor as kind as A Liang. , it seems that this swordsman named Zuo Zuo, who was the most deviant disciple of the Wen Sheng Sect in the past, really does not look like a scholar at all. It is just that the hidden smile deep in the man's eyes is getting stronger and stronger, but his face turns to indifference. He raised his arm again and pointed his thumb behind him, "Don't talk about this Jiaolong ditch, just talk about the statue on the island. I thought it was blocking my way, so I chopped it with a sword. What do you think? Besides, this smelly statue Shuigou, I thought those evil beasts were an eyesore, so I washed them with sword energy. What do you think?" Chen Pingan answered honestly, "It should be considered unreasonable."
p>But when he thought that this person was Mr. Qi's senior brother, he quickly added one word, "right?"
The man sneered and said: "You are talking. You're polite, that's what it is!"
He placed his palm on the hilt of the sword at his waist and asked, "You know that as a scholar, I pay more attention to learning swords than studying, right? Why?"
Chen Pingan shook his head.
He only heard that A Liang and young Cui Chan mentioned this person occasionally. The former didn't say much, only that he was the best swordsman among the old scholar's disciples, while the latter gritted his teeth. A man who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors seemed to have a sworn hatred for a former fellow disciple who was a deviant. In the end, the "surname Zuo", in Chen Ping'an's mind, was like a hidden dragon in the clouds. Unattainable, elusive.
The orthodox Confucian swordsman waved his hand, "It has nothing to do with you here. Practice well in the future and don't let down Xiao Qi's high hopes.If you do something bad one day, maybe I will come to trouble you. "
The man hovering in Jiaolonggou stretched out a finger to Chen Ping'an, "No matter how high your level is, it's just a matter of one sword. "
For him, it has always been a matter of course for a senior brother to teach a junior brother a lesson.
Is it unreasonable? He has never bothered to think about it. Being a senior brother is the truth.
At this moment, the sea of clouds suddenly drooped, and a golden statue with a height of 100 feet emerged. It was a middle-aged Taoist with a fish-tail crown on his head. "Are you a disciple of Wen Sheng, a sword cultivator? I heard that many people recommend you as the best swordsman in the world? Even Hanging Mountain and the Great Wall of Sword Qi have many admirers of yours. "
The green-shirted swordsman looked up and said, "From your tone, do you feel a little dissatisfied?" "
Dao Gao laughed heartily, "It doesn't matter to me how good your swordsmanship is, I just want to see you unhappy. How about we find a place to have a good fight? "
The sword cultivator smiled and said: "You are a stinky Taoist with a nose. You are not good at anything else. You are just luckier than me. You are the second Taoist priest to be your master. My husband is not good at it. He can only play some lip service. But my husband is not as good as your master in any way. One thing he is worse than Dao Lao Er is that the old scholar has a disciple like me. Including you, there are more than a dozen disciples of Dao Lao Er..."
< p>The man in green shirt stretched out a finger, raised it high, and shook it gently, "No. "He did not give up and raised his head, "What if you brought out such a big statue? Isn't it in front of my sword... not enough? ! ”
Not waiting for the man to finish his words.
From the sea, a huge wave of hundreds of feet was set off, and a wave was thicker than the entire Osmanthus Island. The majestic sword energy soared into the sky in the form of a beam of light, smashing the golden statue into pieces instantly.
Chen Ping'an. The small boat that was hit by the fish in the pond was undulating with the waves.
He turned around and looked at the white sword energy rushing towards the bull.
p>I used to think that the sword that broke through the night veil of the married woman in the Wei and Jin Dynasties was the ultimate flying sword in the world.
At this moment, I realized that I was still too strong. Too ignorant.
The golden body of the Dharma was broken into pieces, but there was still a voice like Hong Zhongdalu falling from the sky, "I don't want to take advantage of you. With that kid here, you and me. Since both sides can't let go, how about going to the waters of Fengshen Island? ”
I don’t know when, the golden old dragon, who had been filled with more than 300 Qi Palaces by sword energy, had no chance to hold on to the Qi Palace from exploding.
It turned out that the great Taoist man who was thousands of miles away had used some kind of magical power to take advantage of the moment when the golden body was destroyed by the sword energy, and poked out a stick from the void. A finger as white as jade touched the golden-robed old dragon's forehead. The latter instantly looked like a withered figure, and then literally his heart felt like dead ashes. From the inside out, most of his body turned into bursts of ashes and disappeared into thin air. There was only a golden robe floating on the sea, and some half-step immortal objects condensed by Nascent Soul.
The sword cultivator was completely indifferent to this.
He just waved his hand and patted the remnants of the golden-robed old dragon into Chen Ping'an's boat. "Put away these tatters. This trip to the Upside Down Mountain, and the rest after The Great Wall of Sword Qi, wish you good luck."
Chen Pingan bowed and bowed.
The sword cultivator nodded, accepted it calmly, and then said no more, Yufeng walked away to the southwest, and then murmured to himself, the lingering sound was like, "I don't know the sword." Should Xiu tell it to himself or to Chen Ping'an?
"Immortal, carefree in the mountains and seas, eating clouds and drinking dew, not eating grains, I am already an alien."
Chen Pingan sat back in the boat silently , put the three things that the sword cultivator threw at his feet, and put them into Feijian Fifteen. They were a golden robe, two entangled golden dragon whiskers, and a fist-sized bead, with a dim luster and a slight tinge. Yellow is a bit similar to the term "old pearl yellow".
Chen Pingan looked around, and the sea gradually calmed down. When he looked up, he saw a sunny and sunny wind.
Chen Pingan rested for a while, picked up the bamboo pennant with the real lock-cutting talisman, got up and paddled the boat to chase Osmanthus Island. He felt a little embarrassed for a while. Don't rush the ferry. Hang the mountain upside down and drop yourself on the vast sea. Chen Pingan's eyes widened and he looked into the distance.
If it were before, Chen Pingan would think how could Osmanthus Island act like this?
But now, Chen Pingan is completely unaware that he has such thoughts.
I am distracted and unconscious.
The swordsman who traveled far and wide in the wind and was not bound by heaven and earth suddenly stopped and looked back at a place where Chen Pingan was destined not to see him.
What the man saw was the young man from Da Li.
But what I was thinking about was an old friend.
The man once said, I don’t want you to be Chen Pingan’s protector, and I know that you, senior brother, have manyHalf will not agree. But I, Qi Jingchun, have few friends in my life. In the whole world, I can only look for you.
I can only look for you!
When the man thought of these bastard words, he felt aggrieved. He sat down cross-legged, hovering above the sea, with his hands clenched into fists and resting on his knees.
The sharp sword aura flowed out more and more, and the sea water boiled violently under his feet, but the mist could not get close to the sword cultivator.
Qi practitioners in the world all envy the kind of swordsman genius with amazing natural aptitude, who is given the title of innate sword embryo, but this man learned sword very late, and he has never been a swordsman. Therefore, when this person was born in the Middle Earth Divine Continent, he did not overwhelm but crush countless senior sword cultivators. For those so-called sword embryos, this person was particularly merciless, ridiculing them and spreading them all over the world. How many talented swordsmanship geniuses have had their sword hearts broken and their avenues cut off since then.
So much so that all the young genius sword cultivators from Middle-earth, after being praised as innate sword embryos, inevitably mutter, always feeling that this sentence is a curse.
This sword cultivator is called Zuo Zuo.
No one in the world can surpass him in swordsmanship.
Even if the man was in a daze, his eyes were still shining as before.
The clear eyes he had stared at before looked so much like the stinky junior brother he knew when he was young. He was doted on by his husband because of his intelligence in reading, and when he talked about something The sage's teachings are all interlocking and impeccable, but after the left and right admit that they have lost the debate, they have to add, "I don't think you are sincere in admitting defeat. This is wrong." It's really annoying.
What bothered him the most in his life was Mr. bragging about how good he was at fighting, and then there was Xiao Qi, who read books very quickly, his sound of turning pages, and his voice of reasoning.
He only liked the grand occasion when his husband participated in the three religious debates twice, the aura of a master who was independent from the world and whose talents were at the peak of his power.
I like that every time Qi Jingchun travels to famous mountains and rivers with me, he will climb to a high place to write poems after drinking. It will make people feel that no matter how high the mountains are, they are not as high as this person. knowledge!
But even today, the old scholar has no way out and has dispersed into the world. Xiao Qi is no longer alive, and A Liang has also left the world. The man still believes that Mr. , Xiao Qi, and even the seemingly free and carefree A Liang are all too tired to live.
Not as good as yourself.
Because he never bothers to reason with others.
If you can't beat someone, reasoning won't work. If you can beat someone, reasoning doesn't seem to be necessary.
Just have a sword.
The man sighed, stood up, and continued to the Aeolian Island in the southwest sea.
Some words he felt were pretentious, so he was too lazy to say them.
Junior brother, you must take a closer look at this world for Xiao Qi.
Whenever I have the opportunity, I will go to other places to see the world. I will see every one of them. Xiao Qi has never left the vast world in his life, and he is the one who longs for the distance the most among the many disciples of Mr. That person, in the end, was the one who spent the most time in the study room and the school.
I know clearly how many times Xiao Qi has cried in his life. Because he was beaten and cried by me when he was still a teenager. There was nothing I could do. I couldn’t reason with him, and he couldn’t beat me in a fight.
Boy, can you imagine your Mr. Qi crying bitterly?
The man laughed loudly and pushed the sword out of its sheath. Dozens of sea islands near his feet, no matter how big or small, were all cut into two.
The world is quite boring.
Only fighting can make the left and right a little more energetic.
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In a hurry Between the hurried boat and the slowly moving Osmanthus Island, there was an old man who was actually seriously injured, waiting for Chen Ping'an at sea.
Chen Pingan grinned, he was the old Zhouzi man with great powers.
The two took a small boat together and swam across the sea. They soon caught up with Osmanthus Island and stopped the boat. Mrs. Gui stood alone at the ferry, full of apologies, and said to Chen Pingan: "I will make it clear to Fan's ancestral hall what happened today. I will never forget Mr. Chen's life-saving grace!"
Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's just self-saving. "
Mrs. Gui was speechless and sighed, walking side by side to the top of the Osmanthus Island mountain with an old man and a young man.
Lao Zhouzi needed to rest, so he said goodbye to Chen Pingan and went to his residence. Chen Pingan and Mrs. Gui walked to Guimai Small Courtyard. Mrs. Gui hesitated and explained: "Ma In the previous battle to protect Osmanthus Island, I took the lead, so I was injured. I may not be able to test the sword with you in the near future. Please let me send a message and hope that Mr. Chen will forgive me."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Of course, Senior Ma needs to recover from his injuries."
Mrs. Gui was a little helpless, "The situation on Guihua Island is a bit delicate now. I really don't want outsiders to enter this courtyard, even if it's golden millet. If Mr. Chen doesn't dislike it, I will be responsible for the food of Guimai Courtyard." "
Chen Ping'an quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, just bring three meals a day as before. If it weren't for the stove here, I wouldn't have done it. You can cook for yourself."
Mrs. Gui said with a smile, "There are many things that need to be resolved. Mr. Chen, you have a good rest. If you have anything, just ask me. There will be a group near the yard. The sweet-scented osmanthus lady is waiting for the young master."
Chen Pingan sat alone on the stone bench in the courtyard and began to close his eyes and meditate.
Soon there was a knock on the door. It was a sweet-scented osmanthus girl who said softly outside the door: "Mr. Chen, there are two guests from Aaizhou, see you or not, Mrs. Gui said before It just depends on what the young master wants."
Chen Pingan stood up and opened the door. In addition to the girl from Osmanthus Island, there was also a smiling young man in green and a solemn white-haired old woman. < /p>
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Okay."
Then they were speechless.
The boy in bamboo clothes looked at Chen Pingan with curiosity, and Chen Pingan was thinking about when the boy would leave.
The old woman broke the silence, "The evil dragon in golden robe struck at you twice before. The first time was so unexpected that I couldn't stop it, and the next time I couldn't stop it, unless I risk my life, but I need to take care of my young master when I go out, so the young master needs to thank you for this, and I, the bad old woman, need to apologize to you."
Chen Pingan smiled, cupped his hands and said: "I understand!"
The old woman nodded, with a smile, "Young Master Renyi, if you go to Aai'ai Continent in the future, you must do it." Come to our Liu family as a guest."
Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing.
The old woman took the young man surnamed Liu, who was wearing bamboo clothes to "escape the summer heat", and said goodbye.
The two passed by a young and beautiful woman. After she looked at Chen Pingan, she smiled and said, "It turns out to be you."
Chen Pingan was a little confused, but fortunately the woman had turned around and left.
Chen Pingan was able to turn around and walk towards the yard. He suddenly stopped and turned to the anxious Osmanthus Lady with a smile: "Ma."Annoying girl, if someone comes looking for me in the future, just stop them for me. ”
Miss Osmanthus nodded vigorously.
For the next two days, Chen Pingan did not practice boxing or sword for the first time. He just dug out the books and bamboo slips and posted them Staring at the sun and looking at the content above
In the middle of the night, Chen Pingan, who was already lying in bed, opened his eyes, got up and walked out of the house, jumped to the roof, took off the sword gourd and started drinking. .
He suddenly turned his head, and soon a figure flew over and sat next to him. This uninvited guest was carrying two jars of aged wine.
Chen Pingan smiled sincerely and said: "Old senior, are you looking for a companion for drinking? ”
It is the old Zhouzi who fights to the death with the golden-robed dragon.
The old man who has always used his identity as Zhouzi to hide from the world, smiles heartily Said: "Why, do you dislike the old man being sloppy? "
Chen Ping'an waved his hand and said: "Where can it be. "
The old man opened the mud seal of the wine jar, raised his head and took a big sip. After being silent for a long time, he whispered: "Osmanthus Island, after this catastrophe, is like a pond of water. There was a mixture of fish and dragons, but it was generally quite orderly and no one was disturbed. However, due to Penny's random beating, it has become turbid. You are right to stay in this small courtyard during this period. It is better to be careful. Although most people only know that it was you who stopped that old beast and made the entire Jiaolong Valley quiet, I have to say something unpleasant. "
The old man said helplessly: "What's more, the Taoist practice is bustling with people, and there are many people who can't see the glory of others. "
Chen Ping'an thought for a while, nodded and said: "It's just like neighbors who are jealous when they see other people's wealth. In fact, it's the same. "
The old man sighed and took a big sip of wine.
Chen Pingan asked: "What exactly is Osmanthus Island? Can the old man say ? "
The old man smiled and said: "I can't say it, but it is actually Mrs. Gui's true body. "
Chen Ping'an suddenly realized.
The old man smiled and asked: "Then have you ever thought about who all the people on Osmanthus Island are? "
Chen Ping'an said tentatively: "People from the mountains, Qi practitioners? "
The old man shook his head and said: "Osmanthus Island is a ferry. Who can the passengers on the ferry be? Businessmen. "
Chen Ping'an was stunned, nodded and said: "That's true. "
The old man asked again: "Businessmen travel all over the country for what? "
This time Chen Pingan answered quickly, "Make money. "
The old man took a leisurely sip of wine: "What do you want after making money? "
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Spend money. "
The old man sighed: "Yes, you work hard to earn money just to spend it to enjoy happiness, so you must spend money with your life." There are so many schools of Qi practitioners in the world. ”
Chen Pingan scratched his head, smiled a little, and started drinking. This time he drank a little too much and fast, so he simply fell back and lay comfortably on the roof. "Old senior, I'm going to tell you something from my heart, can you please keep it private? And if I say it and you listen, it might be a little troublesome, which is not a good thing..."
The old man sat cross-legged, leaning forward, shaking the wine jar with both hands, and there was still some wine left in it. Half a jar of wine clattered, and the old man said with a smile: "Just say, after drinking, it would be shameful not to say something about drinking, so why drink? Boy, even though I am much older than you, I am actually weak and stupid. Besides, after living so many years, if I hadn’t been struggling to see Master, I wouldn’t have been able to survive today. And there are some things, whether you say them or not, actually makes a big difference. I was by your side at the time and heard them clearly. Wasn’t this just a lie to you while drinking? "
Chen Ping'an pointed to the sky, "I once met a young Taoist priest in my hometown, and we had a pretty good relationship at the time. It was that Lu Chen. In the previous battle, he plotted against me twice, maybe three times. I only said two things that I was sure about. One was about my "blessed soul." I couldn't write the word "Rain Master", so I simply wrote "Lu Chen" harshly. The second time was when I faced the golden-robed old dragon alone. I was..."
Chen Pingan put the sword gourd on his stomach and put his hands under his head. When I was a pillow, “It felt very strange, as if I could see and hear everyone’s moods, inner lakes and voices. Just like what you said, old man, good things are good and good things are bad. At that time, I found that ten out of ten passengers on Guihua Island were indifferent and indifferent, or were gloating about my misfortune, or even seemed to want me to die on the spot. Of course, there was also a lot of jealousy. ...I have never been able to understand why this happened, until you said just now, senior, that this is Osmanthus Island, where everyone is a businessman, and everyone wants to live. When I look back, I think, yes, I have grown so big. , it’s just by wanting to live that I can get to where I am today. "
Chen Ping'an grinned, "I have a friend who is a swordsman, he is great. Lu Chen plotted against me, so I tricked him and deliberately asked him to tell me his last words. Lu Chen could either pretend not to hear it regardless of face, or he could only hold his nose and tell my friend, and then be beaten up by my friend. When I think of this scene , I was no longer so afraid of death. ”
There are some things that Chen Pingan still dare not say out loud.
Because it involves Mr. Qi.
Mr. Qi asked him not to lose hope in this world no matter what.
But at that time, Chen Pingan was only disappointed with the world.
I'm afraid this is Lu Chen's real plan. As for what is specifically involved, Chen Pingan only has a vague intuition.
Lying on the roof at this moment, Chen Pingan just said in the end: "It is difficult not to be disappointed in this world."
The old man drank Liquor, he said slowly: "You called the Taoist master by name one by one, and that friend of yours who could beat him... Old man, I won't tell you about the shock in my heart. After all, I was also a land man back then. God, you still need to have some shame. But since you said something drunk, the old man has something on his mind and must tell you."
Chen Ping'an. Just as he was about to sit up, the old man turned around and said with a smile: "Just lie down and complain. No one has listened to you for hundreds of years. You don't need to be so serious."
Chen Pingan sat up and explained: "It's not good to drink while lying down."
The old man smiled, hugged the wine jar, and looked at the night view of the sea in the distance. The bright moon was bright and beautiful.
The old man said slowly: "Back then, I was also a proud man in the eyes of the world, with a very bad temper. Maybe if I met you back then, you would be disappointed. One of these people, his temperament is no longer the same as before, otherwise he would not sit here and drink this wine with you. Chen Pingan, a guest on Osmanthus Island, let alone talk about good and bad, can you say what you said? "To this point", each of them must have its merits. In addition, it's not that you did something right and others didn't do it, it's not that you did something wrong. , if others do it, they are also wrong..."
Chen Pingan nodded: "I understand!"
The old man stretched out his thumb and said with a smile: "Of course, you were right in the previous fight. You can't fault it at all, but this one!"
Chen Ping'an smiled happily. .
Being recognized by someone you recognize is really something worth drinking.
So Chen Pingan took a big sip of wine, then said casually with a smile on his face: "The old man is right, I shouldn't use my principles to measure everything. People. My theory may be right, it may not be right, it may be right but not quite right, and it may be too small... Haha, it’s a bit convoluted.! Right, old timer? "
The old man joked: "It's quite a circuit. "
Chen Pingan pointed to the distance. The young man smelled of alcohol and shook his head. It seemed that he had drunk too much. His face was full of undisguised joy and pride, and he said with a smile: “Old-timer, I know a lot of great people. For example, I could have called him Senior Brother, the extremely powerful swordsman in the future. I was quite powerful, too, right? "
The old man nodded and smiled: "Yes, yes, they are all awesome." "
Chen Ping'an turned his head and asked in a daze, "Old senior, you don't seem to be sincere in what you say?" ”
The old man laughed loudly. No wonder he got along with this boy. They had the same temperament.
The young man fell drunk backwards. Muttering to himself.
The old man helped the young man put down the wine bottle. He overheard Chen Pingan’s drunk words. The old man nodded and stayed by the young man’s side all night. < /p>
The boy’s drunken talk at that time was: Mr. Qi, I understand, don’t lose hope in the world. In addition to living well, there is actually another meaning, that is, when we After giving kindness in this world, if there is not only no kindness in return, but even malice, then the real hope is to not be disappointed at this time. Mr. Qi, I have figured it out now, but I can't do it yet. After drinking, I will work hard tomorrow...
Old Zhouzi is actually nearly five hundred years old. He has met countless people, experienced countless things, and heard countless words, but he still feels that this young man is The words are very interesting and are suitable for drinking.
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p>Within the Gourd of Raising Swords, Within Fifteen Years of Flying Swords
There is an introductory Confucian classic given to Chen Pingan by an old drunkard, and those rough words begin. Walk around by yourself.
On the last title page, a series of new words appeared.
The first one, in order. , Judging the big and small. The third chapter, determining good and evil. The fourth chapter, the unity of knowledge and action.
On the bank of a large river in Nanbosu Island, there were two old men in Confucian shirts. Standing side by side, one person is holding the moon on his shoulder, and the other is holding the round sun.
The poor old scholar who shook his palm from side to side and turned the small round sun said with a smile: "Chen Chun'an, what do you think about me?" Is this closed disciple good or not? ”
The elegant scribe with a miniature full moon on his shoulder nodded, but did not speak in agreement..
The shabby old Confucian had no choice but to ask and answer himself, "Shan, I think he is very kind."
The old man next to him said calmly: "Anyway, you are thick-skinned. , you can say whatever you want. Is it appropriate for you to talk about being good and kind all the time? Do you think you are wrong and my husband is right? p>The poor old scholar shook his head and smiled: "Oh, Chen Chun'an, why is this so? Didn't Chen Ping'an already answer you? The same surname is Chen. Naturally, your ability is temporarily a little higher, but this understanding is nothing. If you don't say it, you will lose friends."
The elegant old man sneered: "I, Chen Chun'an, and you, Wen Sheng, have never been friends."
The old scholar looked deeply convinced and nodded: "Yes, not to mention the difference in seniority, the gap in knowledge is huge. As Zhouzi said, you still have to have a little shame."
It is the old man who is the head of the Chen family in Yingyin, "Speak directly if you have anything to say."
The old scholar stretched out his hand and handed over the round sun, no longer joking, his tone Somewhat heavy, "I hope I can see you take action later, the later the better."
Chen Chun'an put away the round sun and hovered over his shoulder, so the sun and the moon shined together, The old man said calmly: "They are all the same."
The old scholar sighed: "Scholars are all the same."
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Qingming Tianxia, the top floor of the White Jade Capital, is the center of the world.
A young Taoist priest with a lotus crown on his head actually put one hand behind his back and spread his palm upward. He lowered his head and stared at the palm of his hand, walking slowly on the precarious railings covered with white jade.
In the corridor under the railings, there were two Taoist immortals who had ascended to the Ascension Realm. They held their breath and were respectful, never daring to open their mouths to disturb the headmaster's wandering world.
The young Taoist put away his hands, lamenting that death will count, his body tilted outward, and he fell straight into the billowing sea of clouds outside Baiyujing.
The two Ascension Realm Immortals remained motionless, looking at each other and smiling, and they got used to it.