The bright moon still disappears, and the sun still rises.
It’s another new day.
Ning Yao rarely slept so soundly. After waking up, he wiped his mouth, stood up, stretched, and simply walked down the city with his sword and walked towards the north city.
Although Chen Pingan has seen many scenes of immortal masters flying around the world on wind, the earliest one is Ning Yao, and then Fengxue Temple in Wei and Jin Dynasties, Liu Baqiao, and more during the Kun Ship period, but Ning Yao wields a sword, No matter how you look at it, it still feels fresh, and of course you will be envious.
Chen Pingan returned to the hut to have breakfast, and then began to walk along the north wall of the city from left to right, practicing boxing. He was already familiar with the road and could close his eyes all the way. Ning Yao said He might not come to the city to see her today, so Chen Pingan brought some food with him and planned to go further.
It was probably close to the old swordsman’s training place, and there were few swordsmen. Chen Ping’an only saw an old man named Qi, and the one who killed more monsters in the fifth realm than the Sword Qi Great Wall. Lord Yin Guan, when Chen Ping'an went to practice boxing on the right side that day, he saw more sword cultivators, both young and old, men and women. There were also the younger generation who came here to absorb sword spirit and sharpen their sword skills, often alone. There were groups of sword cultivators practicing swordsmanship or silently enlightening the city. They saw Chen Ping'an who was boxing while carrying a sword box. Without exception, no one said hello and everyone looked indifferent.
Chen Pingan had some feelings about the words of the old man surnamed Qi. The sword cultivator was here and he didn’t want to trouble others, let alone himself.
At noon, Chen Pingan was sitting at the top of the city, eating the preserved meat and snacks brought by Ning Yao, chewing slowly. In the distance, a group of boys and girls walked forward, more than twenty of them, with sharp swords. They are neat and tidy, with strong postures, sharp and concise sword moves, and a killing and gloomy sword intent. There is a one-armed middle-aged swordsman with light steps, following the square formation, pointing at the side. He should be a young man with the same surname. Disciple, practice here.
Chen Ping'an didn't dare to look more, lest he be regarded as a daredevil who stole the ancestral sword skills from another family.
The one-armed sword cultivator glanced at Chen Pingan who was having a meal, thought for a moment, and made a gesture. The young sword cultivators cheered, quickly stopped practicing, and sat on the ground in twos and threes. There was a group of people far away. The men and women following the sword formation immediately took off their packages and took out lunch for these boys and girls, acting respectfully, as expected.
Ning Yao said that here on the Sword Qi Great Wall, there is a strict hierarchy, which places great emphasis on family inheritance and solid military exploits.
For example, Lord Yin Guan, "Yin Guan" is not a name, but a strange official position with a long history, but no one can tell the reason for it. In short, the title of "Yin Guan" is inherited from generation to generation. The Qi Great Wall is in charge of overseeing the army, convicting people, and executing people. There have been many mediocre family heads in our ancestors. Just like the shadows on the north side of the Sword Qi Great Wall, they are often reduced to the yes-men of the big families in the city. But this generation of Yin Guan is very different.
Is recognized as the fourth in command of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
In the Thirteenth Battle, the first person to fight was this grumpy "little girl".The great demon with outstanding combat power simply gave up and quit. She was so angry that she was alone on the battlefield, smashing and hammering for a full quarter of an hour. The Sword Qi Great Wall and the demon clan just watched her vent their anger, and both sides had long been accustomed to it.
After listening to Ning Yao roughly talk about the beginning and end of the Thirteenth War, Chen Pingan not only remembered the peak combat power of both camps, but also remembered the Yin and Yang family where "one family controls half of the country" Lu family.
The order of the two sides only came to light at the last minute, which may be another silent but undercurrent battle.
This Lord Yin Guan made a good start for the human race, but the Sword Qi Great Wall collapsed in the middle and was almost defeated. Fortunately, A Liang came out of the blue and ended up with a good ending.
After Chen Pingan finished lunch, he got up and continued boxing and walked forward. During this period, he met the old man named Qi again, but this time the old man was accompanied by a middle-aged man with a handsome face. Qi The old man has a restrained aura, while the man has a strong aura, and he looks like he overpowers the old man.
Chen Pingan did not come forward to talk, but stopped walking, lowered his head slightly, and clasped his fists in greeting.
The old man smiled and nodded in greeting, but did not exchange polite greetings with the foreign boy.
After that, Chen Pingan met two strong young swordsmen sitting on the top of the city drinking wine, and a one-armed girl standing on the top of the city holding a huge sword.
When Chen Pingan saw them, he silently jumped off the top of the city, walked around them, waited until they were far away, then jumped on top of the city and continued walking.
In the dusk, Chen Pingan also saw several sword cultivators flying from the south city, crossing the horse path and wielding their swords to the north.
Chen Pingan glanced at the sky, ate a scruffy dinner, and turned back.
It was not until late at night that Chen Pingan returned to the small hut. As soon as he opened the door, under the bright moonlight, Chen Pingan saw the hidden official stealing his food. When Chen Pingan stood there The "little girl" with crotch braids was motionless at the door. She slowly turned her head and her cheeks were bulging. She didn't have the consciousness of being caught as a thief. Instead, the thief shouted to catch the thief. She looked at Chen Ping'an with a reproachful and vigilant look on her face. You looked like I was asking you who you are and why you came to my house.
This is not a thief who broke into a house, but a bandit who came down the mountain to catch the autumn wind.
Chen Pingan had no choice but to quietly exit the hut and close the door.
He was afraid that if the two sides disagreed, he would be stabbed to pieces by the Yinguan Lord with outstanding military exploits and perverse temperament.
Chen Pingan went to Beichengtou behind the hut and sat drinking.
Suddenly hearing a burst of clapping behind him, Chen Pingan turned his head and saw her put away her palms, then pointed to the hut, and she walked away.
Are you reminding me that I can go back and clean up the mess?
Chen Ping'an felt a headache for a while, but to be careful, he still sat where he was. He waited until the little girl in the big robe walked away, then went back to the hut and took a look. There was not much food left by Ning Yao.
Chen Pingan sighed, cleaned up the messy house, and returned toAt the top of the city, they began to practice the "Swordsmanship Sermon" presented by Zheng Dafeng.
It is still like holding a long sword in an empty hand, and there is no real long sword in the hand. It is mainly used to practice the avalanche pose and the Shen Shen head at the beginning.
Ning Yao did not come to the city to visit Chen Pingan today.
Chen Pingan returned to the hut in the middle of the night, lay down, and fell asleep peacefully.
In the early morning of the next day, Chen Pingan had just gotten up and walked out of the hut. Not far away, he saw the Yinguan Lord, with several young girls behind him, striding towards him. He walked straight into the house and soon She quickly walked out of the hut angrily, her eyes widened, and she tried her best to look fierce. She was probably asking why there was nothing to steal in the hut today.
The several imposing boys and girls behind her were all gloating about her misfortune.
Chen Pingan looked embarrassed and had to pretend to be stupid.
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If it weren’t for the title of Lord Yin Guan, Chen Pingan would really want to pinch her cheeks.
The braid was really a little angry this time. The Great Wall of Sword Qi under her feet shook violently. Wearing a loose black robe, she flew high into the sky and disappeared in an instant.
Ning Yao came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the afternoon. After hearing what Chen Pingan told her about her experience, she smiled and said that she didn’t have to worry, that Lord Yin Guan had such a temper, and that the sword cultivator had suffered from her. There are countless of them, but they are actually very easy to deal with. They like to hear people say nice things and give them beautiful things, and accept them all. But after she finished eating, wiped the food and put it away, she smiled as hard as she could and never thought about love. If she offended Mr. Yin Guan, there was a way. Those unlucky ones on the Sword Qi Great Wall would be there before she could take action. , decisively starts to pretend to be dead. She will feel that killing this kind of trash will dirty her hands, and she will often brush it off. Moreover, she does not hold grudges very much. It is possible that she cannot remember those people at all.
Ning Yao remembered something and said that a friend mentioned that Lord Yin Guan had a good relationship with the people in the small hut, and they had an unprecedented combination of blue eyes. Someone once saw a man named Cao bringing Lord Yin Guan. Put it on his neck, and then he punched all the way and walked through the city. At that time, some passers-by were almost scared out of their wits.
Chen Pingan sighed that Cao Ci was really amazing.
Ning Yao smiled and said: "We were not familiar with each other before. I have recently inquired more about Cao Ci and came to the conclusion that pure warriors walking on the same path as Cao Ci are actually quite miserable, especially He is a so-called martial arts genius."
Ning Yao took a sip of wine from Chen Ping'an and said with a rosy face, "Compared to Qi Practitioner, if you don't mention a continent, but put it on one. Comparing the whole world, it is difficult to recognize the so-called number one in the same realm, because the natal flying swords, magical weapons, and other external objects are not actually external objects. In many life-and-death battles, these things happen to be the final word, so opportunities Fate will change a lot of established facts. Wufu is different, he doesn't rely on these, and even dislikes them, so there is a saying that there is no second in boxing, and the winner or loser is obvious."
Chen Pingan nodded. We first met in Mud Bottle AlleyTo Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li clan, to the old man surnamed Cui who punched in Zhulou, and to Zheng Dafeng, who climbed to the sky after breaking through the difficulties, we can all clearly feel the difference between him and the gods on the mountain. The kind of "I fight for the first place" "One, who can compete with me?" The grandmaster's momentum is extremely obvious.
Ning Yao handed the jug back to Chen Pingan, "My conclusion is actually only half of it. You think Cao Ci is very powerful, but I think you are even more powerful."
Chen Ping'an grinned stupidly. He could make his beloved girl think he was awesome. What else could he do if he wasn't awesome?
Ning Yao said seriously: "Because of the martial arts of the same era, there are certainly few who can fight against Cao Ci, and no one can truly experience Cao Ci's 'invincible' arrogance. But not only do you fight with Cao Ci, He fought against each other three times, and after losing them all, it is really rare that you can not lose the battle with him."
Ning Yao coughed, sat up straight, and patted. He patted Chen Pingan on the shoulder and said, "This is rare. Keep it up and keep up the good work."
When Chen Pingan saw Ning Yao speaking so seriously, he originally took it seriously, but suddenly he noticed the look in Ning Yao's eyes. He knew that she was imitating Cao Ci and deliberately teasing him. Chen Pingan laughed so hard that he didn't even bother to drink. "You are nothing like him."
Ning Yao rolled his eyes and said: "How do you imitate him?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "I don't imitate him, and I don't need to imitate him."
Ning Yao clicked his tongue. I don’t know if it’s appreciation or a joke.
Chen Pingan chuckled.
Ning Yao was so smart that he immediately knew that this guy was imitating his behavior at the Stork Inn, so he punched Chen Pingan on the shoulder and said, "Drink your wine!"
Chen Pingan really took a sip of wine, and then said with a smile: "Wow, today's wine seems to be particularly delicious."
Ning Yao glanced at the sword-raising gourd in Chen Pingan's hand, suddenly blushed, and then He punched Chen Pingan and said angrily: "No man is good!"
Chen Pingan was confused as he held the wine gourd.
Ning Yao stood up, wielded his sword and left, not forgetting to look back and wait for him.
Chen Pingan blinked his eyes, his face full of innocence.
Scratching his head and continuing to drink, Chen Pingan thought about it over and over again, but he just couldn't figure out why he was not a good person.
But Chen Pingan felt that Ning Yao was not angry.
Just a little... shy.
Chen Pingan felt that the lingering taste in his heart was not bad, and seemed to be more beautiful than drinking fine wine.
There was a handsome man dancing in the wind high above the Sword Qi Great Wall. He was the man next to the old man named Qi. He accidentally bumped into this scene and smiled, "It turns out he is an ignorant fool." My head is green."
After Chen Pingan drank, he stopped raising his sword gourd and got up to practice setting up the sword stove.
The moonlight is in my arms, bright on my shoulders, and I have a peaceful night.
After the sky got slightly brighter, Chen Pingan suddenly opened his eyes and found that he had moved.The stakes were set up without moving for half the night.
Chen Pingan was a little scared. If he accidentally fell off the city wall, Lord Yin Guan would be unscathed, but he would definitely be a puddle of flesh at the base of the wall below.
Chen Pingan did a few stretches to stretch his muscles, jumped off the city head, went back to the hut and ate the breakfast Ning Yao had prepared last night, and then continued to walk boringly along the city head to the right. And go.
Then along the way, Chen Pingan met a fat young man with a mean smile on his face but a murderous spirit. He followed the old rules and jumped off the city head to go around, then returned to the city head, and saw the city head again. Standing was a handsome, slightly feminine young man, then a dark-skinned young man with a face full of scars, and finally the one-armed girl carrying a giant sword. But today there were several more young women beside her, as if they were covering the vast city. It was used as an outing place, and a brocade of silk and satin was filled with exquisite snacks.
When Chen Pingan jumped back to the horse path from the top of the city again, they looked at him one by one.
When they passed by them at a distance, they were still pointing at Chen Pingan.
Chen Pingan’s scalp was numb.
In fact, he knew very well that these guys before and after must be the friends Ning Yao described before, and they are all life and death companions who fight side by side.
This is the second time that Chen Pingan complained about the straw sandals on his feet.
The first time was in the capital city of the Sui Dynasty. I was afraid of embarrassing Li Baoping, Li Huai and the others, so I went to buy brand new boots, but because I did not go to the Cliff Academy in Dongshan, I left with the young Cui Chan. In the capital, I took them off after wearing them for a while and put on my favorite straw sandals.
Chen Pingan hopes that he can tidy up better. Even if he is not dressed in fairy-like clothes like Cao Ci or Cui Zhan, he must be clean and tidy, just like Lin Shouyi. It’s a good idea to bring some books with you
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It’s good to have curly hair, even if it’s just temporary. Put a jade hairpin on your bun, and keep the hair on your waist. There is no need to return the sword gourd, nor the sword box...
Chen Pingan continued to move forward, lamenting in his heart and feeling a little regretful.
Just walking, Chen Pingan smiled to himself, raised his feet, looked down at the straw sandals on his feet, "Old man, it's not that I dislike you. Your hard work and hard work, I I'm very grateful. Look at the pairs of companions who died on the journey. I have kept them all. I haven't thrown away any pair. They are all in the belly of Shi Shi to take care of themselves. Well, the book says this is called Yi Yang Tian. Nian, haha, if you want to flirt with your grandson, you are making things difficult for me..."
Chen Ping'an, who was talking to himself, didn't realize that those guys who came to join in the fun to see who he was were in a panic. , like dumplings, they "dropped" one by one on the top of the city. It turned out that Ning Yao came from the top of the city with a sword. The fat boy, Dong Heitan and the handsome boy fled one after another, while the women suppressed their laughter. After packing up the package haphazardly, Yu Jian left the city.
Chen Pingan turned his head and saw Ning Yao approaching with his sword, and suddenly hovered on the high ground outside the city.It was in the air, and then slowly flew by, matching the speed of Chen Ping'an's walking speed.
Ning Yao said helplessly: "Don't worry about them."
Chen Pingan nodded with a smile.
Ning Yao Yujian drew a wonderful arc in the air and said, "I still have something to do, so I'll see you tomorrow."
After this round trip, Chen Ping'an still returned to Liangzhou late at night. Near the thatched hut, this time the old swordsman stood on the top of Beicheng for some reason, as if looking at the city without walls in the distance. Chen Pingan ran quickly and called Grandpa Chen. The old man looked away, nodded, and then pointed to the north, "Just such a small number of people may not be as big as a city in the world. They have blocked the demon clan for so many years. I feel strange."
Chen Pingan didn't know how to answer, so he didn't speak.
The old swordsman turned to look at Chen Pingan with a smile, "Chen Pingan, we get along pretty well, right?"
Chen Pingan nodded.
The old man smiled and asked: "But what if I say that I get along better with Cao Ci and have higher expectations for him?"
Chen Pingan still didn't know how to answer.
The old man was not in a hurry for the answer, he was just looking at Chen Pingan's eyes, and even more so, Chen Pingan's state of mind.
The old man was a little sad.
This time, the "Big Sword Immortal" in A Liang's mouth even used the magical power of swordsmanship to point directly to the heart and soul.
That’s right.
It would not be difficult for a good Taoist embryo to cultivate into an earthly immortal in the vast world over the Hanging Mountain, if things go smoothly and with good luck. Unfortunately, it was smashed to pieces early on. , like porcelain broken into pieces. Before the Changsheng Bridge was interrupted, it had already suffered a greater disaster.
Mood, mind mirror.
The mirror fragments are large and small, and the old man saw the largest ones, which contained different images.
Therefore, if Chen Ping'an's state of mind fell into the eyes of a Confucian saint with advanced cultivation, there might be more, and of course it would appear more bizarre at the same time.
So the old swordsman discovered more clues.
To put it harshly, this is a process similar to cultivating gu. It is not just that the weak bow their heads to worship the strong, but that they are completely gone.
The young man must have been trying his best to put the broken pieces of porcelain together for so many years without knowing it.
To put it nicely, it is a bit sublime. This is the movement of heaven, self-improvement, and the strong get stronger. In the end, one or two fragments become more and more dazzling, like the sun and moon hanging in the sky and the stars dimming.
The battle of the state of mind has little to do with the level of cultivation, so it is extremely dangerous. Qi practitioners have many sayings and secrets, such as asking oneself and tapping the heart, what is a gentleman looking at oneself, and what is breaking the heart. Demonic barrier.
Therefore, there will be heretics and heretical ways, who use many inferior and unpopular visualization methods and take shortcuts. In the eyes of the Zongzitou Immortal Family, they are not the right way. In short, there is a lot of knowledge in it, and it is very complicated, just like the ups and downs of mountains, with peaks one after another.There will be highs and lows.
Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are three independent branches. This is the so-called establishment of a religion and proclaiming one's ancestor.
The military strategist is like a broken mountain range, only a small distance away from success.
The Mohist school, once one of the four major schools of thought, is somewhat similar.
Just like a big river, no matter how long or wide it is, it will never reach the sea. It is only one step away from becoming a great river.
Chen Pingan never gave an answer.
The old swordsman has already got the answer.
The old man smiled and said: "When you were talking about truth with Ning Yao, I accidentally listened to it. Do you want to hear me talk about the opinions of people who have experienced it?"
< p>Chen Pingan nodded decisively.The old man smiled and said: "I can tell you a trick. You can be reasonable and live well at the same time. You will definitely not suffocate yourself to death one day in the future."
Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up, "Senior, please tell me!"
The old man laughed softly: "Listen, this is how you live. You should tell yourself this..."
The old man paused briefly, and then continued: "I am so-and-so... Well, for example, if I say 'I am Chen Qingdu', you have to say 'I am Chen Ping'an'."
At this point, the old man laughed to himself.
Chen Pingan also laughed.
In the end, the old man put his hands behind his back, with a stooped figure and calm eyes, looking at the quiet and peaceful city, "I have been reasonable enough in this life, and I have a clear conscience. In the end, you are still acting like this. Sorry, I won’t be reasonable with you this time.”
Chen Pingan just listened quietly to the old man’s words.
The old man squinted, "Of course not too many times, once or twice in a hundred years, it's definitely no problem. Like this."
The old man slowly stretched out his hand towards the north. , it was just a casual lifting movement, but the huge night curtain above the Great Wall of Sword Qi was like a black cloth being torn apart, and it was bright for a moment. In the end, there was only an extremely thin but extremely bright light, falling from the sky, smashing Entering somewhere in the city, and then on the ground, there were countless golden rays of light bursting into pieces, as if a sword immortal in the upper five realms had his golden body collapsed at this moment.
Chen Pingan opened his mouth wide.
The old man chuckled and said, "Take a sip of wine to calm down the shock."
Chen Ping'an stupidly picked off the wine gourd and handed it to the old swordsman.
The old man Chen Qingdu, whose original intention was to tease the young man next to him, did not reach out to take the sword-raising gourd. He turned around, shook his head and walked forward slowly, jumped down from the city wall lightly, and said to himself: " The silly girl found a silly boy, a perfect match."
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