Chapter 674: Enjoy it well

Chen Pingan and Nian Xin walked to a cage.

A middle-aged man is sitting cross-legged, barely breathing, as skinny as firewood, and skin and bones, but his fist intention is strong, and the fist intention is condensed into substance, like countless tiny dragons, entrenched in the human body mountain. .

A genuine travel destination at a reasonable price.

In the battle before Chen Pingan came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, this pure martial artist in the wild world killed six sword cultivators with his fists, including one Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator.

The man opened his eyes and asked, "Are you coming to kill me?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

The man glanced at the sewing woman behind Chen Pingan, and said calmly: "Take your own head."

That ugly woman who is neither human nor ghost, he Knowing that he was outmatched, the woman's cruel methods caused him to suffer many crimes.

Chen Ping'an said: "A fight will tell the difference between life and death."

The man sneered and said: "A pure martial artist of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, wants to use me as a whetstone? I'm afraid that if you punch me, you'll hug that girl's waist and scream in pain. Haha, it's a pity that this girl doesn't look pretty."

Chen Ping'an said: "Senior Nian Xin, Close the cell door. Wait until someone is dead before opening it." Twisting the door closed the door, and sword-light fences appeared. Inside the cage were two warriors.

The man stood up and said, "It's really refreshing."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said, "The world is vast, Chen Pingan."

The man was slightly stunned, clasped his fists and said: "In the wild world, Jinxi City, Hongyin."

One from the Far Traveling Realm, and one from the Golden Body Realm, punched out almost at the same time.

Inside the cage, fists surged.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of punches were thrown at each other. Chen Pingan mostly used his fists and feet to eliminate the opponent's punches, defending more and attacking less. In the end, Hongyin kicked him in the waist, and his feet were still rooted to the ground. Just moving more than a foot away, Hongyin kicked the ground and came closer. However, Chen Pingan turned to the side, raised his foot, bent his knees and kicked Hongyin in the abdomen. The strength changed, and he actually pressed Hongyin directly with one leg. On the ground.

Chen Pingan did not pursue the situation, but took two steps back, held his back with one hand, turned the other hand into a fist, and placed it in front of him.

The boxing frame sank slightly.

The fisting intention is slowly rising.

Hongyin, who was not seriously injured, slapped the ground with his palm, turned over and asked: "Are you giving up?"

Chen Pingan said: "I know your roots. Feet, you don’t know my background, so I’ll let you test it out. From now on, I’ll give you a hundred punches to test the lightness and strength of my punches, and after that.”

Hongyin Nian. Turning the wrist, all joints including the spine and ribs turn over like a fish turning its back, the fist explodes, and divine energy pours out.

When he punched and changed his moves earlier, he was indeed tempted. At this time, Hongyin smiled and said: "If you really want to be confident in your statement, you have to be in the Nine Realms."

Chen PingAn shook his head and said: "I haven't traveled far yet. But on the battlefield, killing Hou Kuimen was a high price, so that I haven't fully recovered yet. But to be honest with you, I fought against others and was not injured. Being injured is never a problem."

Hongyin walked slowly, while Chen Ping'an just stood there without moving his eyes, letting Hongyin walk a short arc.

Hongyin, as an extremely powerful traveler, has naturally heard of Hou Kuimen, who is very fancy-dressed. Hongyin has never met him, but has only heard about him. He likes to wear bright red armor. Wearing a purple-gold crown with phoenix wings and two extremely long feathers, the whole body is covered with heavy treasures. Therefore, Hongyin was quite dissatisfied with Hou Kuimen. As a pure martial artist, he should have nothing but his fists. For example, the young man with bare feet and rolled sleeves in front of him looked refreshing and pure.

Hongyin asked: "Is it possible that all the warriors in the world who fight against each other are like you, and they have to explain themselves clearly before taking action? Is there such a weird thing?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I just want you to punch harder before you die."

After a moment of pause, Chen Pingan was still honest, "You haven't made a move for too long, your fists are unfamiliar, and you are too worried. The woman outside the cage is far from reaching her peak. What's the point of killing you with just a few punches?" Hongyin said nothing.

When a martial artist asks about boxing, the truth depends on whether the fist is heavy and whether the boxing technique is high.

Within a hundred punches after that, Hongyin punched quickly and fiercely, with momentum like a whale swallowing Hongyin, and he was worthy of his name.

A knee hit the opponent's chest. The young man in green shirt slipped back for ten steps. He just put up a boxing frame without throwing a punch. A spine shook like a dragon's veins, and all the energy was removed. Strong.

Hongyin punched the opponent's shoulder hard at the same time. Taking advantage of the slight gap in the opponent's figure, Hongyin's own fist power surged, and he hit the young man in green clothes so hard that he almost hit the sword light. on the fence.

But the opponent's eyes, face, and even the fist's intention were almost dead and motionless.

Hongyin's last kick hit the opponent's neck, causing the opponent's body to turn upside down several times. In the end, he was propped on the ground with one palm, his head on the ground and his feet in the sky, his body still.

Close your eyes tightly, and use your other left hand to make sword gestures in front of you.

In the last few punches among the hundred punches, Hongyin twisted his body and threw hard with his long arms, hitting the young man flying horizontally. The latter fell down with anger, pointed to the ground with both fingers, and flipped several times, It was the same, constantly changing the landing position, just dodging a few punches from Hongyin, and finally the young man stood calmly, just on the straight line between Hongyin and Nuxin.

The sparring of hundreds of punches has ended. It’s not that Hongyin doesn’t want to know life and death in an instant, but his martial arts intuition makes him dare not get close to the opponent casually.

Hongyin stopped and was surprised, and Nuxin was also very curious.

Nuan Xin, as a Qi practitioner who was born as a wild cultivator in Jinjiazhou, has traveled around for hundreds of years, and is also a tailor who specializes in looking for good "silks and satins".Pure martial artists are no strangers. Even the Nine Realm martial artists have experienced a quick fight when they met on a narrow road.

When did a young man in his thirties have the bearing of a master? Moreover, most of the far-traveling warriors and mountain-top realm masters that Nian Xin has seen are overbearing. Even if the divine power is restrained, the fists are mastered, and the original nature is restored, once a fist is thrown to fight, they still have the heroic spirit of shattering the mountains and the earth, and they are definitely not young. This kind of person punches... calmly and calmly.

After that, the two sides talked about boxing, and Nian Xin discovered some clues. Chen Ping'an's choice was even more bizarre, as if he had changed his mind.

Hongyin fought very heartily, but Chen Ping'an still hit the target, but he only dodged very little and mainly blocked.

After about half a stick of incense, Hongyin suddenly retracted her fist and asked doubtfully: "I have exchanged two puffs of martial arts Qi, but you always use one Qi to fight against the enemy?"

Chen Ping'an Wiping off the blood on the corner of his mouth with his thumb, he answered the question: "I'll come to see you again in two days for a discussion."

Hongyin shook his head, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Forget about looking down on Jinxi City Hongyin. The martial arts skills are inferior to those of others and cannot be admired by opponents, but Chen Pingan looked down on martial artists!"

Chen Pingan was silent for a moment and nodded: "Senior, you are right."

Chen Pingan. Ping An finally changed his tone of pure Qi. On the outside, the boxing frame looked loose and ape-like, but on the inside, it was like a dragon. He supported it with Zhongqiu's "peak" boxing frame, and started directly with the god-man beating drum style.

Wufu Hongyin, before his death, looked like a fish on a hook, suddenly freed.

The old rule is to twist the core and collect the corpse.

Only this time, Chen Pingan did not watch. He just sat outside the cage and took a sip of wine.

I have long been familiar with many sewing techniques, but the core twisting seemed to be idle, and asked: "How do you practice this boxing?"

Chen Ping'an turned his back to Prisoner said slowly: "The person who taught me boxing didn't like to talk about boxing principles. He only had a few words, and there was one sentence in it that I have never forgotten. 'My boxing is in the sky, and there is no one in front of me.'"

Nuan Xin nodded and said: "That martial artist is so courageous."

After that.

Chen Pingan went to the next prison, where a demon clan was imprisoned, a golden elixir bottleneck sword cultivator.

A golden elixir bottleneck sword cultivator comes from a sword sect named Zhengrong Sect.

There are only a handful of sects in the wild world that rely on sword cultivation as their foundation. They are very different from the vast world. Not just any swordsman who has reached the fifth level can establish a sect in the wild world. Even if the gate flag can be erected, it cannot be held up. The great demons run rampant in the wild world and are unscrupulous. Among them, they are the most disgusted with the sword cultivator sect. They slap and stomp a few times. Sword immortals and sword cultivators are the most valuable after all, so the demon does not kill people, but only harms the landscape formation. It comes and goes, Who can withstand such trouble?

So every sword cultivator sect in the wild world will be an extremely powerful mountain force as long as it survives the first hundred years of its establishment.

According to the secrets of the summer palace, the Zhengrong Sect once had the sword of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.The Sword Immortal hid among them, but later his identity was exposed and he was brutally surrounded and killed. The Zhengrong Sect used several sinister secret methods to detain the Sword Immortal's soul and forcibly demanded the sword training method. In the end, the Sword Immortal was refined into a body with a little bit of spiritual intelligence remaining, but still the same. The puppet, who could only take orders from others, appeared during a siege and was killed by Li Tuimi, the chief minister of the Yan family, with a single sword, and was freed.

In this cage, after letting Twisting Core open the door, Chen Pingan signed up for his number, said only the word "asking for swords", and then sacrificed the bird in the cage.

I never thought that the golden elixir bottleneck sword cultivator would kneel down and say categorically that he was willing to swear allegiance to Chen Pingan in exchange for his life.

Seeing that the young man was indifferent, the sword cultivator was even more decisive. He was willing to break the foundation of the great path, peel off the flying sword of his destiny, and give it to Chen Pingan, just to continue to live in this cage.

This sword cultivator from the Zhengrong Sect’s Patriarch Hall fights on the battlefield, and his sword is extremely unpredictable. His natal flying sword "Heavenly Sound" has two natal magical powers. Wherever the flying sword passes, There is no flying sword, only the extremely subtle sound of mosquitoes and flies. If the sound of mosquitoes and flies flapping their wings rings in a person's ears, it is still a big sound. If it trembles violently in the acupoints of the human Qi Mansion, it will naturally be as loud as a tremor. The huge killing power of thunder and the thunderous sound of flying swords naturally contain the true meaning of the five thunders, which is the most difficult to guard against

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What to guard against , to detect the flying sword, the enemy needs to listen to the sound to identify its position, but once the sound is heard, the flying sword will pierce the sword cultivator's body more quickly.

As soon as the sword energy moved, wind, thunder and lightning suddenly broke out in the small world of the human body.

It was precisely because the flying sword of this demon clan swordsman was so contrary to common sense that he was specifically targeted by the two swordsmen of the Sword Qi Great Wall and was detained in prison.

After Chen Pingan got the "Sound of Nature", he put away the flying sword and the bird in the cage. There are some records about the Zhengrong Sect's secret sword training methods in the Summer Palace, but Chen Ping'an asked again and found many omissions.

Chen Pingan and Nian Xin looked at each other, and she immediately understood and walked into prison.

At the same time, a small and exquisite Yin spirit traveled far away from the body, holding ten "embroidery needles" with different colors.

The sword cultivator was furious when he learned that he would die and cursed Chen Ping'an endlessly.

Nuan Xin was relatively satisfied. Previously, when he asked Na Hongyin about boxing, Wufu Hongyin died too much as he wished, and he had too little resentment towards the young hidden official, which was not a good thing.

The sewing method of twisting the core not only involves three souls and seven souls, but can also contain resentment.

Chen Pingan stood at the gate, took another sip of wine, and was very frugal. You can't wait until you really suffer a lot, but you can't drink anymore.

Nuan Xin fiddled with the sword-cultivation golden elixir and said casually: "If you seek political power in your position, everything will not go as planned."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "These I've thought about it for a long time. I don't need a reason to kill demons in the Great Sword Qi Wall. It doesn't matter whether I'm a hidden official or not. It's just that my level is too low. Now I'm facing any big demon on the throne.Die. Not to mention them, it is extremely difficult to confront a Yuanying realm sword cultivator. Facing the last Sword Immortal, death is certain. It is really difficult to become a Sword Immortal. "

Nuan Xin smiled and said: "You are a five-level sword cultivator at a young age. I don't think it is too difficult. ”

Chen Ping’an was speechless.

It’s rare for a sewing man to tell a joke, and it was so cold that it penetrated people.

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Earlier, the old deaf man asked for three coins of essence and blood from the loach essence, and the young official started a business.

The old deaf man also asked for a few more kilograms from the young man Yiluohe. Flesh and blood, anyway, there is a so-called master young man by his side, who seems to be good at cooking. With a pot of good wine and a pot of loach stewed with tofu as the young Yin official calls it, it is really a magical life.

As for the honest young man’s title of master, does the old deaf boy really think that he has achieved the ascension realm by eating fast and chanting Buddha’s name?

The boss sword fairy just gave You Yu a chance. , at most it is just a talisman. As long as the young man has no ability to seize the opportunity, once the hundred years expires, life and death will be extremely clear. If it were replaced by Du Shanyin, who is smart and energetic, the old deaf boy can figure out how to deal with the hundred years now. Later Du Shanyin, so it is said that stupid people have stupid blessings. Youyu is so stupid that the old deaf child is embarrassed to do it because it is not interesting.

But Youyu is so stupid. Servant status, not to mention taking it seriously, is the real way of life for young people.

So it is a good thing to study more. As the young Yinguan said personally, never mistake an ascended person for a great demon.

Youyu was grabbed by the shoulders by the old deaf man, and he left the dungeon where he was almost suffocated. He walked around several corpses of monsters and broken golden bodies of gods. As far as he could see, there was a place that brought young people It is a feng shui treasure land with a peaceful mood, a gurgling stream, and a huge grape trellis has been built in front of the thatched house beside the stream. It is covered with acres of greenery, and the clothes are all green.

Every time Yu took a breath, he felt relaxed and happy. It was a mysterious feeling as if both spiritual energy and sword energy had been refined. It could make people skip the Qi refining process. The more this happened, the more the reserved young man dared not take a big breath. After all, he was a visiting guest, so the young man did not dare to make any mistakes.

The old deaf man smiled and said: "Just breathe in and out, and you will not be short of these few breaths of spiritual energy. Small fish swim in the river and drink until the water dries up. "

The old deaf boy stopped and said, "The master hasn't come back yet. Let's wait a moment." ”

Youyu nodded vigorously, very nervous.

Because the seniors around him told him the identity of the sword immortal, the criminal officer.

A man with a sword The ancient official position that has disappeared for many years in the history of Qi Great Wall is on the same level as the hidden official.

The old man Deaf did not go into details. He only talked about the executioner sword fairy. He felt guilty and had no face to show to others.

In the other direction, the two people walked slowly along the stream. It was the faceless swordsman who was tied to the young Du Shanyin. Hanging several silver silk threadsThe small bag made of it revealed a golden light, as bright as the morning glow.

The old deaf child smiled and said: "No wonder."

In this world, the corpses of the great demon and the god are both rotting away in the invisible river of time. , corroded, and peeled off, but those golden bodies of gods occasionally have some surprises, such as piles of gold sand, and even rarer, pieces of golden body fragments. The young Yinguan had been traveling before, but he had bad luck and didn't see anywhere. On the contrary, the young man Du Shanyin traveled with the Sword Immortal and came back with a full harvest.

That sword fairy would never take the initiative to destroy the corpse of a god. He just waited for money to fall from the sky every day, and then bent down to pick it up.

Presumably this trip with Du Shanyin was also to see what the boy's luck was like.

Beside the stream, there was a woman pounding her clothes on a bluestone chopping board and hitting her clothes with a pestle. Du Shanyin shouted, and she suddenly looked up. Her appearance was radiant and extremely beautiful.

Du Shanyin suddenly lost his mind. There was a little servant girl wearing gauze, holding a bamboo basket, standing next to the woman who was making clothes, with bright eyes and a smile. Seeing the boy's infatuated look, her laughter became more and more uncontrollable.

The Sword Immortal Punisher and the old deaf boy nodded.

The old deaf child then walked towards the grape trellis with Yu Yu.

Under the grape trellis, exquisite porcelain cups are suspended at different heights, as if waiting for the grapes to fall into the cup.

The colorful December Flower Goddess wine cup is painted with twelve graceful women and has twelve poems written for the occasion.

The old deaf child smiled and said: "In that vast world, in addition to the female flower gods, there are actually twelve male flower gods, all of whom are heroes and darlings of the Paradise of Flowers. Most of them are immortals and literary giants, Due to chance encounters, he felt inspired and wrote a stunning poem about a certain flower that will go down in history. A Liang once revealed the secret, saying that the birth of these eternal famous poems was not all due to skillful hands and chance, but was indispensable to the flower goddess girls. Adding fuel to the flames, the beautiful night tours in front of flowers and under the moon are so enviable."

The young man was gloomy and just felt like he was listening to a book from heaven.

On the other side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the old deaf boy occasionally went to the city wall and pretended to be deaf and mute, saying nothing. At most, he would exchange a few words when he met A Liang.

In fact, just by looking at the partridge sky inscription and the conversation between the old deaf boy and Chen Ping'an, one can tell that this Ascension Realm great demon has a lot of knowledge.

The short white-haired boy, carrying a jade-white skeleton on his back, was running as fast as flying on the other side of the stream.

The skeletal feet dragged on the ground, making a crackling sound.

It is clearly the remains of an immortal with golden branches and jade leaves, and I don’t know where it was dug out.

The executioner, who was covered in clouds and mist, turned his head to look at the demon that had transformed from the outside.

The white-haired boy immediately stopped, looked at each other across the stream, and said with a smile: "I just want to send a meeting gift to two distinguished sons of heaven to express my congratulations. I will give you one today and tomorrow. I'll make up for it."

The old deaf boy chuckled.

The Sword Immortal didn’t speak either.

A white-haired boyHe said solemnly: "I swear as the grandson of Yin Guan and the grandfather of the old deaf boy! I just go and have a peek into their hearts. If I make any sneaky move, I will be struck by five thunders from the sky."

He said aggrievedly: "Just a few glances, really just a few glances. It's been too long, too long since I've seen the scene of the wild world and the Great Wall of Sword Qi."

This alien demon turned his head and looked at The two young men said, "My surname is Wu, and my mouth is Wu. I am a big talker. Name chatter, chatter endlessly, trivial talk, endless words. I, a senior, have no airs, so you two can just call me by my full name."

Neither the old deaf boy nor the criminal officer will underestimate this demon.

A very annoying neighbor indeed.

The white-haired boy was still entangled, and the sword flashed.

The white-haired boy lost the bones and ran away. Every time he condensed into a human form, he was shattered by the sword light that followed him. After dozens of times and ten miles away from the hut, the sword light stopped following him. .

The white-haired boy hovered in the wind, feeling very sad.

Because a sword light was hanging not far away.

This is the flying sword technique of the executioner. As long as the sword immortal is willing, the sword light can chase and kill the alien demon for several years.

The white-haired boy raised his hands, "Little darling, go home. I don't want to bother you. I'll go find Mr. Yin Guan."

He left as soon as he said so. .

In a flash, we arrived at the steps of the prison.

Jian Guang did not follow.

The "child" wearing a green snake and wearing a dagger walked slowly, unable to enter the state of mind of the two young men, which was a great regret.

He looked at other people's memories, just like looking at calligraphy and painting albums. The vaguely remembered pictures are white drawings. The shallower the person's memory, the blurrier the pictures are. The people and events that are deeply remembered are colored drawings, just like the real world. The real thing will even appear in detail. The method of transforming the demon outside does not stop there, there is also the method of holding a pen. The higher the monk's level, the greater the magical power of transforming the demon outside. He can even tamper with and smear the pictures treasured in the hearts of others at will, which can make people Forget some, or suddenly remember some.

The reason why the Lord of Baidi City is a member of the Demonic Way and is greatly feared by the mountain monks all over the world is that he is proficient in this way.

However, there are many more "unreasonable" methods of the city lord. This alien demon is also fascinated and wants to go to the Middle-earth Divine Continent to visit the city lord and learn about Taoism.

It’s just a prison here, and I can’t escape it.

Go have some fun.

Anyway, Chen Qing has already promised himself, as long as it is not directly against him

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The young man took action and borrowed other things. , coupled with the previous temptation, there are only three things to do, and there are still two chances.

The white-haired boy chose two, the fox charm with mediocre charm skills, and a demon monk from the lower fifth realm who was bound to die.

Lord Yin Guan is a man after all. Judging from his attire, he is still a scholar.

All kinds of great desires in life, in order to**The most lingering, men and women are the same. Everyone has all kinds of attachments, and morality is the most shackles. They are no different from gods, immortals, and ordinary people.

That fox Meizi came from a fox den in the wild world. Unfortunately, she only had seven tails and her moral conduct was shallow.

The white-haired boy came to the cage where the fox demon was imprisoned. Before the other party noticed anything strange, he had already gone to her heart lake and "flipped through the book" to browse the pictures.

A moment later, he swaggered out of the body of the fox demon, but he just used a blinding trick and shook his head. It was too terrible to see, it was too clumsy. No wonder the young man was unmoved.

The fox charm is still unaware.

The white-haired boy said to himself: "Next time you see that Chen Pingan, you will return to your true self, with a plain face and neat clothes."

"I will help again. You just need to make up a sad and sincere story. For example, you came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to meet a certain lover."

"Then I will give you an extra magical power to practice with the corpse. Only by using Cai Lian Shu to secretly build a romantic tent for you can you have some chance of winning. The blame is that the boy is too determined and his mood is too weird.” Regardless of the refined style, whether it is a red gauze tent, a Babu bed, or an embroidered handkerchief, it is always called a romantic tent, and is also known as Wenwen Township.

This alien demon randomly took over the heart of a seven-tailed fox demon, started to draw, and suddenly laughed.

As a cultivator, my destiny is up to me?

Do you think too highly of yourself?

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After fighting with a Yuanying monk who was not a sword cultivator, Chen Pingan, covered in blood, lay on the ground, gasping for air.

Nuan Xin threw him a porcelain vase, and then she got busy on the side and said: "Haste makes waste, it is right to start with the golden elixir."

Chen Ping'an said: "I have to find a place to stay here, the kind where I can meditate and cultivate."

Nuan Xin said: "Then I have to find the demon that transforms from the outside. He is good at transforming. "False is true."

Chen Pingan nodded: "Since we can't hide, we won't hide."

Nuan Xin continued to clean up the mess and said, "We will do it soon. Let’s get started. Let me tell you a little bit about sewing skills, so that you can be mentally prepared so that you don’t act hastily and suffer unnecessary hardships.”

Chen Ping’an immediately sat up.

Nuan Xin said: "The thing at hand is to start with carving the eyes. But it doesn't sound very pleasant, so let me tell you something lighter first."

Chen Pingan He smiled bitterly and could only nod.

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Chen Pingan said in a deep voice: "I beg Senior Nian Xin to explain it in detail. The more trivial and detailed the better."

It will be of great benefit to be able to bear witness to each other's words with Senior Li Er. Martial arts.

PeopleThere are many passes in every detail of the body, just like a vast geographical map.

Nuan Xin talked about the details with a lot of words, then raised his hand and spread his palm. The skin grew very fast, and soon it was just like ordinary people, "For example, the five fingers are like mountains, and the texture on the palm is It is like water, winding and crisscrossing. This is the pattern of mountains and rivers blending together. If you just look at the palm lines, you can think that the world is in one palm. Following its veins, the internal organs can be clearly seen. Otherwise, for those who practice Taoism, palms can be seen clearly. Where does the magical power of viewing mountains and rivers come from?"

Before Chen Ping'an could ask more about the secret of the magical power of controlling mountains and rivers, which was a magic technique that he had been thinking about for a long time, Nian Xin changed the subject. , she has raised her palms and spread her fingers, "You can sew the true shape of the Five Mountains, you can also draw the Five Thunder Zhengfa cloud seals, you can also use the art of edict sticking yellow, refine the five elements, you can also write the sacred edict Qingci , there are only five fingers, and there are six types that I am good at. According to legend, the ancestor of our sewing people was extremely talented and had no successor. He used the method of stacking formations to melt several secret techniques into one furnace. His hands are like clouds and his hands are like rain. His magical power is not inferior to that of the ancient Feng Boyu Master. He once used the wind to go to Longhu Mountain and used the Five Thunder Method to turn the sky into darkness."

Chen. Ping An tentatively said: "I once saw an allusion in a literary manuscript, saying that someone had hundreds of lines of poetry from a great poet tattooed on his body. Is it a hidden sewing skill?" < /p>

Nuan Xin was silent for a moment and said: "The brain is sick."

Chen Ping'an could only nod in agreement: "Indeed. That's what I felt at the time."

Nie Xin continued to elaborate on the various secret skills of sewing people.

Chen Pingan took out the sword-raising gourd but did not drink.

Nuan Xin asked casually: "Why do men like to drink so much? Especially for those who are cultivators, drinking is such a waste."

"In the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it is no better than us in the world, even if it is broken If you are in this state, you may not be able to live long. There are a few Earth Immortal Sword Cultivators who will squat on the roadside drinking and eating pickles."

There will no longer be such a scene in the world.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, thinking of her in his heart, and smiled: "A woman is wine, there is no need to drink."

Chen Pingan fell back, forgetting who said it. Now, when a boy likes a girl, he drinks glutinous rice wine. The taste of the wine is not strong, but it can be intoxicating even if he drinks it for the first time. After growing up, if a man likes a woman, he will burn his liver and intestines if he is not careful, just like drinking soju. As he got older, the old man missed his woman. It was winter, so he warmed a pot of rice wine.

Nuan Xin turned around and looked around, jokingly saying: "In the future, you should never speak such language with women."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Then I will change it later."

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Except for Ning Yao, there is nothing ruthless to say.

Chen Pingan closed his eyes, knowing that he was in a hurry about sewing in prison, but he would eventually want to leave as soon as possible.

At this moment, the transformed demon was looking at a monk from the Lower Five Realm Demon Clan.

As for the Great Wall of Sword Qi, a battle is imminent.

The bright sun shines on the city.

The old Taoist gently patted the sea of ​​clouds under the seat that looked like the largest futon in the world with one hand, and waved to the hanging sun with the other hand. Some light."

The vast sea of ​​clouds first scattered, and then condensed into golden gods. The old Taoist waved his sleeves and landed on the battlefield.

Above the line, the huge demon clan appeared in its true form, colliding with the golden god.

The monk in cassock shook his shoulders and shook off the lion worms that were refined into Buddhist scriptures.

The Confucian saint is sitting upright and the sun is just right, suitable for drying books.

The title of the book has a natal character, and the clear meaning of the book also revolves around that natal character.

There are countless siege demon clans in the wild world.

On this day, Chen Pingan was sitting cross-legged outside a cage.

Tianxin put his hands behind his back and stared into Chen Pingan's eyes.

Her Yin God is carefully carving one of the young man's eyes with an embroidery needle.

It has lasted for a cup of tea, so tiny blood beads condensed and flowed out of the eyes.

Nuan Xin observed the young man's state of mind and said casually: "If you can't survive this level, I advise you to give up sewing later. Don't close your eyes. If you move your eyes even the slightest, you have to move forward." If all your efforts are wasted, you will have to weigh the consequences yourself."

As long as they can survive it, the sewing people have their own mysterious ways to recover from their injuries.

After a while, Tuxin was slightly surprised and said: "Yes, it seems that two things can be done at the same time. The eyeballs are made using the simplest methods of yellowing and greening. The needle is slowly drawn out, and the seal is carved with cloud seal. Mainly, the inscription is the shallowest, but then it is not so easy on your back. The main method is to use the punching method to cut. You need to use nine fold seals, bird and insect seals and hanging dew seals to inscribe on your back respectively. Above the various joints of the spine, these are the techniques of stripping clothes, and more importantly, the techniques of dressing. It's too early. If you think you can't hold it today, or think you can wait a little longer, speak now and make it clear to me. ."

Chen Pingan remained silent.

Nuan Xin came behind Chen Pingan, made a knife with both hands, and cut the green shirt and skin apart. He stretched out his hand and grasped it. His movements were extremely slow, and he pulled out a little of the entire spine.

The woman bent her fingers, tapped lightly, listened carefully, and said regretfully: "You misunderstood me, there are so many hidden dangers in small injuries? Why don't they show up at all?"

Twisting the spine, he casually put the spine back into its original position, his tone seemed to be complaining, "Don't apply the medicine yet, get used to the pain as soon as possible. Can't you bear it? Just bear with it."

Chen To be safe means not being able to speak, but also to maintain the withered ashen state of mind and the "stagnant state" of the soul, otherwise I would like to tear off this bitch's head.

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In the prison, a building with a round sky and a square place appeared out of thin air a few days ago, with no cover except for four pillars.

It is small like the pavilions that can be seen everywhere on the road in the world, but not exactly the same.

Chen Pingan walked slowly barefoot.

Being in it, you have a wide field of vision, although you can’t actually see anything.

The white-haired boy with the green snake hung outside the building and asked: "What's going on with you?"

Chen Pingan kept walking and asked: "What do you mean? ?"

The white-haired boy said angrily: "How can a cultivator have such a fragile state of mind, like a battlefield? This makes me hit the wall everywhere..."

Chen Pingan slowly He punched and said with a smile: "In the bright, there are kings, and in the dark, there are ghosts and gods. The bright is muddy, but the conscience is still in the heart. The sky and the earth are bright, the sun and the moon are bright, why is it strange?"

Nuan Xin stood there On the steps in the distance, a reminder: "Start work."

(End of this chapter)