The bright moon rises over the sea.
The word "生" is really wonderful and has an endless aftertaste.
Even if a swordsman uses the method of traveling in the spirit, no matter how fast he wields his sword, he will definitely still be unable to compare with the Three Mountain Talisman that casually crosses continents, nor can he compare with that night sailing ship.
An ethereal Dharma image passed by thousands of islands in the sea. On the sea, the majestic sword energy broke through countless clouds, and the green shadow opened up extremely long roads in the clouds.
Occasionally, some water descendants looked up in fear, and saw the green sword light flashing away, flickering on and off. After a moment, there was a series of deafening thunder, resounding across the lonely sea and sky.
Occasionally, the Sword Immortal lowered his sword body, and the sword energy cut through the waves. He passed by a certain isolated island overseas, and the green mountains tilted to one side, making a rustling sound.
Passing by an unknown fairyland on the sea, there are rows of gorgeous buildings and bright lights.
The cyan figure that was about to hit the island in a straight line was instantly divided into dozens of sword lights, high and low, just around the ancestral mountain.
The dazzling sword light separated by the mountains, dragged out dazzling tracks in the air, filled with brilliance, and re-condensed into a line on the sea more than a hundred miles away.
During the interval between adjusting his breath and breathing, he slowed down the sword light, and Chen Ping'an appeared, drawing a half arc. His green shirt fell on the sea, and he strode along the waves, his sleeves fluttering, filled with the sea breeze.
If you want to encounter a ferry boat or a Qi practitioner traveling far away in the vast sea, it is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Tonight, Chen Pingan actually met someone. This person was driving a talisman boat, slowly following a mysterious cloud shining under the moon, and the young monk threw his pole into the sea of ​​clouds.
Chen Ping'an stopped at the edge of the sea of ​​colorful clouds. The leisurely young fishing man raised his eyes and asked Nan Posuo Yayan: "Who is it?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said in the most authentic Nazhou Yayan: "A land immortal who goes to sea to visit immortals."
The young man twists his wrist, draws the rod and scatters the bait, ripples appear in the sea of ​​colorful clouds. He pulls back the fishing line, rubs a piece of secret bait on the hook again, and throws the rod once, whistling into the wind, the tiny and undetectable golden fishing line
, more than a hundred feet long, the young man smiled and said, "A fellow-minded person?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "This master of the Tao is not weaker than others."
The young man laughed dumbly and did not speak a word, while the strange, suspicious-looking man in green shirt just stood there, his figure floating with the clouds, and looked at him very patiently for half an hour.
The young man had no choice but to say: "You may not be able to catch a fish even if you sit there for several decades. If you wait for me to catch a colorful crested fish before leaving, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."
Chen Ping'an raised his chin and asked, "Show me the fish basket?"
There is a bamboo fish basket hanging on the bow of the boat, which is submerged in the clouds. It is of good quality and is clearly a dragon king basket from the mountain.
The young man smiled and said: "Seeing that there is no one around, you are sure that I have no protector. Are you trying to deceive me into not being a high-level person and plan to kill people and steal goods?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, are you from Dahangshui in Nanbosu Island?"
The young man with an ancient jade seal hanging on his waist frowned and said nothing. Did this person come prepared? He wanted both the Dragon King Basket and this ancestral token? Today's wild cultivators on the sea have a big appetite.
It couldn't be that he had bumped into a wild remnant hiding in the sea, right?
Very good, the little fish won't eat the big fish, so let me weigh this person's weight.
Long Cheng, the originator of Dānshui, who was also the master of this young man, once obtained an ancient stone box protected by a god in Hanshui. There were five seals in the box, but Long Cheng only left one jade seal and gave away the rest.
In the Confucian Temple, Long Cheng carefully refined the jade seal for three hundred years, and it became the treasure of the Great Han River. It can almost be regarded as a token of the sect leader. It is now hanging on the waist of the young monk.
The young man put away his fishing rod, stood up, and announced his identity: "Liu Xiang, a member of the Damangshui Caizhifu family. Please tell me the name of my fellow Taoist, and teach you the tradition."
Chen Pingan waved his hand to indicate that he had no intention of learning about Taoism, and said with a smile: "I am very familiar with Yuan Qingshu."
The young man smiled and asked, "Are Master Yuan familiar with you?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It's familiar."
Liu Xiang narrowed his eyes and said, "Why don't you just say that there is a sign hanging above your shop that says, 'The world here should know that I, Yuan Qingshu, am the Sword Immortal'?"
I never thought that the guy was very shameless, so he nodded and said, "Fellow Taoist helped me say what I originally wanted to say."
Fortunately, Liu Xiang is not weak at cultivating qi, otherwise he would have really cursed me. I was fishing in the South China Sea, far away from Aquarius Continent, and when I met a passerby, I said that I was the last hidden official of the Great Sword Qi Wall?!
Do you think Shan Zeye Xiu is stupid because he wants to make money, or do you think I, Liu Xiang, am stupid?
Chen Ping'an said: "Li Cai once returned a broken sword-raising gourd to Dawangshui."
Liu Xiang was shocked and confused. How did this guy know such secrets?
Da Yunshui has a total of five channels, and it was Uncle Yuan who opened up the line of sword cultivation. The relic was indeed given to Da Yunshui Chuiluo Mansion by Li Jianxian of Duckweed Sword Lake.
Chen Ping'an said: "Yuan Jianxian was addicted to wine. He once joked with Gao Kui at the top of the city that he used a sword gourd to store wine, and used the name of a big demon to make wine and food. The taste is endless and the most delicious."
Liu Xiang asked: "Who are you?!"
Damn it, if you are really that young hermit official, I will take your last name!
In short, Liu Xiang just didn't believe that the man in green shirt in front of him happened to be the Chen Jianxian he had been longing for. How could there be such a coincidence in the world.
Besides, Li Cai and other Sword Immortals who have visited Dayangshui one after another over the years all said that the new hidden official who first revealed his identity at Chunbanzhai in Hanging Mountain was so murderous that he almost killed his own people.
Zai... On this point, Liu Xiang verified the statements of some cross-continental ferry stewards and ship owners through various mountain rumors and gossip. The young hidden official was indeed vigorous and resolute. He once closed the door and killed people if he disagreed with him.
The most important thing is that they all swore that the young swordsman was not ordinary handsome, with a jade tree facing the wind, and outsiders would be able to recognize his unusualness at a glance.
Liu Xiang looked at it carefully. The man in front of him had a hosta on his head. He wore a blue shirt, a long coat and cloth shoes. In terms of appearance... he could only be regarded as Zhou Zheng, but in terms of bearing... he was stupid. He stood there and watched him fishing for half an hour. He must not be Chen.
Safety!
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "My fellow Taoists are vulgar, aren't they? People should not be judged by their appearance."
Liu Xiang held it in for a long time and asked tentatively, "Fellow Taoist, did you use a trick to blind your eyes and use the Immortal Disguise Technique?"
Chen Ping'an choked on his words for a moment.
Not a swordsman, but just difficult to talk to.
After all, Liu Xiang was feeling lucky and wanted to chat for a few words, but he saw the man in blue waving his sleeves. In an instant, a sea of ​​colorful clouds surged violently, and several fish jumped out of the clouds on their own and jumped into the talisman boat.
The next moment, Qingshan's figure was no longer visible, and Liu Xiang's ears lingered, "When my fellow Taoist returned home, he said that he caught it himself and there was no need to go to the Nanhai Fish Market to buy it."
Liu Xiang was stunned. Although he still couldn't determine the identity of the other party, it was definitely true that they were "people of the same mind."
Then at the border of the South China Sea and the East China Sea, Chen Pingan suddenly stopped and looked down at the bright moon in the sea. There was an old Taoist priest in purple clothes and a gourd on his back, rising slowly from the bright moon.
It was Yu Xuan who used his magical power to create a phantom that appeared in the human world.
Chen Ping'an said, "This junior has met Mr. Yu."
Yu Xuan smiled and returned the bow, "Fellow Daoist Chen, there is no need to be more polite."
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Are you worried that the younger generation will mislead the younger generation?"
Yu Xuan waved his hands and said: "How is it possible? The poor Taoist's eye for seeing people and the preaching skills of fellow Taoists are both the best in the world."
That's what he said, but after all, it was a bit shocking for an immortal to dare to talk about the method of ascension. At that time, Bai Jing almost mistakenly thought that his mountain master was drunk and talking drunkenly.
Naturally, Yu Xuan was still a little worried.
Walking hand in hand on the sea covered with moonlight like snow-white fish scales, knowing the old master's worries, Chen Ping'an carefully considered every word and said slowly: "In this closed-door practice, the real years that Taoist Ding needs to spend are short.
Ten years, up to a hundred years."
Yu Xuan silently twirled his beard and had to make some calculations.
With Taoist Ding's monastic qualifications, it is not impossible for him to achieve enlightenment and ascend within two to three hundred years.
Chen Pingan thought to himself and said: "It's not that it can't take longer, but it's meaningless."
Yu Xuan finally couldn't help but asked: "How do you say it?"
Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Don't they say that one age in the mountains means a thousand years in the world? How can the years of a Taoist be compared with the age of a layman at the foot of the mountain?"
Yu Xuan became nervous and said tentatively: "Friend Chen, Taoist Ding is the best young man in Pindao's sect. Even if the jade is not polished and cannot be used, you still have to have some restraint, right? Why don't you reveal the details to Pindao, a bystander? So-called
How many years does 'virtual age' last?"
Chen Ping'an just gave a vague answer, "As short as 10,000 years, as long as 100 million years."
Yu Xuan's face was filled with astonishment.
Half true and half false.
It’s true, Taoist Master Chen’s method is indeed unimaginable, ingenious, and unimaginable. False, I’m still worried that Taoist Master Ding will drift with the tide in the long river of time, wasting away too much, and a Taoist heart can’t survive it.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Those who see the true self in chaos can attain enlightenment outside the Tao and ascend."
Yu Xuan asked: "Can you explain it carefully?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It's not that I don't want to, but I really can't."
Yu Xuan reached out and grabbed Chen Ping'an's arm, "We haven't seen each other for a few days, but Fellow Daoist Chen has already become estranged. Didn't we talk sincerely at the top of Ji Ling Peak?"
To be continued...