Cui Han, who had been sitting on the ground in a daze, glanced sideways at the little girl and the scroll, and said angrily: "Even if the sky falls, this scroll will not be damaged at all. Do you know what the sky falls? The Divine Continent of Middle Earth once
There was an unknown person who pierced the Tianhe River with one sword, directly drawing down the endless water of a Yellow River cave. From a distance, it looked like a big hole had been opened in the sky, and the water was falling down.
This created the "Water of the Yellow River Coming from the Sky", one of the top ten sights in the world, as well as the Baidi City located among the colorful clouds. The city lord of Baidi City is amazing. He is one of the few who dares to claim to be the demon sect's orthodoxy.
Xiongxiong is very romantic. I once had the honor to talk to him. He is in the Caiyun River outside Baidi City. He is known as the Tenth Game of Caiyun. He loses more and wins less, but it is still an honor to lose. After all, the pole has '
The banner of "Fengrao is the best chess player in the world" has been set up at the top of Baidi City for more than 600 years. There are only a handful of chess players who are qualified to play chess with the city lord..."
The little girl didn't like hearing all this, and said angrily: "Why are you showing off so much? If I say the scroll is broken, it is broken! If I win, let me stamp another one on your forehead with my seal?"
Do you dare to bet?!"
gamble?
Cui Chan immediately became interested, his dejected look disappeared, he stood up suddenly, patted his butt, and asked with a smile: "What if I win?"
Li Baoping said generously: "If my uncle comes out of the scroll and still insists on killing you, then I will go back and help you collect the body! Tell me where you want to be buried. How about the Immortal Tomb in our town? I often
Go, the road there is relatively familiar, it can save me a lot of trouble..."
Cui Han bared his teeth, stretched out his hand and said: "Stop it, stop it. If I win, you can help me convince Chen Ping'an that not only can he not kill me, but he will also accept me as his disciple."
The moment he left Laojing, he was hit heavily on the forehead by Qi Jingchun's "quiet mind and contentment" seal, which completely dispelled the last "a bit of awe-inspiring energy" in this skin. He truly fell from a monk in the fifth realm to a common man. As expected, he was just like Qi Jingchun.
As he said at Yuan's old house in the small town, if he didn't repent, he would have his own means to make Cui Chan suffer.
However, the general trend of Dongbaopingzhou was like this. When Da Li went south, he had no choice but to shoot the arrow on the string. Moreover, the road Cui Han was taking had no turning back and could not allow him to retreat even half a step. Therefore, even if it was determined that Qi Jingchun had a back-up plan at that time, Cui Han should still
Just do what you want to do, the most you can do is be more careful in your actions and words.
But no matter what, whether it is the young Cui Chun or the national preceptor Cui Chun who is in the capital, no matter how treacherous, bloodthirsty, and the city is thick and dark, there is never a lack of courage to be willing to accept defeat. This point, since becoming a disciple
Cui Chan never gave up when he entered school, started his academic career, and was reduced to being a small national teacher of the barbarians in the north of Aquarius Continent.
Li Baoping shook his head and said: "Even if I am bound to win, I will not agree to such a thing."
Cui Chan blinked, "If you don't do this kind of business, how can you become the young lady of Cliff Academy in the future, female sir?"
Li Baoping looked at this former "Master Uncle" with disdain. The little girl had said what she said, as if she had killed the stumbling block in her heart. She never cared about "collecting the corpse" and just jumped over.
, and immediately ran to an unknown distant place to find the next opponent. Even Mr. Qi Jingchun was helpless about this.
The little girl raised her arm and shook the white seal in her hand, "Are you afraid?"
Cui Han chuckled and said: "You are a little girl who grew up in the mountains. I am not as knowledgeable as you."
Li Baoping slowly retracted his arm and breathed lightly at the seal text, showing signs that he was ready to find a place to seal it.
Cui Chan swallowed his saliva and said, "Li Baoping, don't be like this. If you have something to say, please speak it out. We are all disciples of Confucianism, and a gentleman should talk but never do anything. We are from the same school. Besides, you are not afraid that my junior uncle will look at you."
You are so arrogant and not at all as virtuous and elegant as other ladies. Will I not like you in the future?"
Li Baoping smiled happily and said: "Will my junior uncle like me? I am my favorite person in the world!"
Cui Chen sighed, "But one day, your junior uncle will have his favorite girl."
The little girl said without hesitation: "Then you like me for the second time. It's still a very happy thing."
Cui Chan looked at the gods and ghosts on his face, "Is this okay?"
The little girl suddenly showed the same expression and looked behind Cui Chan. Cui Chan turned his head, thinking that something had happened. His body couldn't withstand the slightest pain at that moment, but Cui Chan knew in an instant that something was wrong.
, there is nothing behind him, nothing unusual.
A seal struck him on the forehead with lightning speed, causing Cui Han to fall backward on the spot.
As he fell to the ground, young Cui Chan was filled with grief and anger. This was the third time!
Lying on his back on the ground, Cui Han said angrily: "Li Baoping, if you dare to attack me with a seal again, if you hit me once, you will fall from the second favorite to the third, and so on, you can decide what to do! I
After all, Cui Chan was a Confucian saint, and his words should have some weight, so don’t say he was unpredicted!"
Of course, these are deceptive words with a strong look and a soft heart. Confucian saints do have the magical power to speak the constitution of heaven, but they are extremely strict with the requirements of the cultural heritage they inherit and the nourishment of their own awe-inspiring aura.
Now, except for the personal belongings stored in the square-cun treasure and a pair of golden branches and jade leaves, Cui Chan has nothing else. To make matters worse, the square-cun object is like the smallest cave between heaven and earth, even if the divine will is connected with the square-cun object
Master, there are requirements for the realm of Qi practitioners. The one on Cui Han requires that he be at least the fifth realm. As for others to break through by force, they need to be strong at the tenth realm, such as military swordsmen and others.
For the eleventh realm monk, it is very easy to open.
The reason is very simple. Fangcunwu is your own home, but the door is locked. The five realms of cultivation are like the key in the owner's hand, and you still need to unlock the door to enter.
If a robber wants to break in, it's not impossible, but it will be very difficult.
At the moment, Cui Han is extremely weak physically, mentally and physically. He is not even as good as an ordinary weak boy. Only if he is properly treated in the future will he be able to regain his normal strength. As for his cultivation, he really has to leave it to fate and rely on great opportunities.
and great fortune, but Cui Chan felt that judging from his experiences along the way, he would be very satisfied to be alive as Chen Pingan's apprentice.
A Confucian saint in the twelve realms fell to a monk in the tenth realm, then to the fifth realm, and finally to a common man who could no longer fall.
Cui Chen felt that his life was full of ups and downs.
You dare to threaten me?
This guy doesn't remember to fight, he's even worse than Li Huai.
Li Baoping was so angry that he rushed over, squatted down behind him, and stamped the young Cui Han's head quickly.
Thunder and wind, strong wind and rain.
It catches people off guard.
Even a tough-minded person like Cui Chan felt hopeless at this moment.
After all, the opponent is just a little girl, not an old scholar like Qi Jingchun.
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In the scroll of mountains and rivers, the young man who raised his arm and slashed with a sword lost consciousness when he landed. He was held in the arms of the tall woman who recovered her true body. She carefully supported Chen Ping'an and sat down on the ground together, holding her arms gently.
The thin young man had a golden silk knot hanging on his chest, covering his face. She threw her hands behind her back and stared down at Chen Ping'an, who had a dark face.
She suddenly raised her head, looking a little surprised.
In the scroll belonging to the restricted area of ​​a saint, an extremely tall golden figure appeared, standing on the top of Suishan Mountain, as if talking to an old scholar. Even a woman who was used to seeing the vastness of the world felt like this uninvited guest.
It should not be underestimated. The old scholar probably didn't want the conversation to be leaked and blocked the induction. She didn't care about it. She lowered her head again, looked at the sleeping boy, and said with a smile: "If you become a Qi practitioner in the future and your skin becomes white again,
In fact, he is also a handsome young man, not handsome, but a person who is 'upright and smart' cannot escape."
Mount Otake.
The golden god, who was originally a thousand feet tall, shrunk to a tall man of ten feet after landing on the top of the mountain. He was wearing a majestic and solemn golden armor. There were countless talismans carved on the surface of the golden armor, some of which were ancient talismans that had long been lost.
The writing exudes a rustic and desolate atmosphere. It has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. Some of them are still as new as yesterday even after thousands of years. They exude a sacred light. Each talisman is embedded in the armor, and the words between the lines are like strips of gold.
The rivers and the words are like golden mountains.
The old scholar felt a little unreasonable. He shrank his neck and deliberately looked around.
The man's face was covered with armor and he said in a dull voice: "It has been six thousand years since I became the main god of Suishan. This is the first time that someone dares to challenge me, Suishan, with a sword. Scholar, you have nothing to explain?!
"
The old scholar looked confused, "What are you talking about?"
The man in golden armor knew the temper of the old scholar very well and was too lazy to say anything. He turned to look at Chen Ping'an and frowned, "The aura on her body is very originary. Who is she? She was the one who personally chopped off the spikes."
Mountain?"
The old scholar whispered: "I advise you not to mess with her. This old girl has a bad temper."
The man in golden armor said calmly: "I have a good temper?"
The old scholar rolled his eyes and said: "Yes, yes, you all have a bad temper, so I have a good temper. You all like to be unreasonable with reasonable people. I am so angry!"
The golden-armored god-man remembered something, and the tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared.
The old scholar sighed, "I won't tell you what happened. Anyway, it has something to do with Xiao Qi, so why don't you just show your favor?"
The man remained silent.
The old scholar laughed and said: "I'll take it as your acquiescence. Alas, you are good at everything, but you are a bit thin-skinned and like to put on airs. What do you mean by our friendship? Back then we went to spy on the Mountain Goddess.
I didn’t expect that she was bathing and changing clothes at that time. If I hadn’t been righteous and shouldered the wrath of the empress alone, I talked to her about the sage’s principles for three days and three nights, and finally convinced her with reason, and it was not easy for her to let her go.
Let bygones be bygones, otherwise where would you put your old face..."
To be continued...