Dou Yang took a chopstick of some salty vegetables and ignored the fellow-traveler's joke.

The love between men and women, the joy of fish and water, compared to the struggle on the road, climbing to the top alone is nothing!

Wang Yiran clearly felt the loss of his daughter beside him, and the lingering affection and deep loss contained in her eyes that secretly glanced at Song Fengshan several times.

Wang Yiran was well aware of this love between children, which was destined to have no good results, but the man did not feel the need to stand in the way and beat the mandarin ducks. The golden signboard of Jianshui Villa was not the inferior Hengdao Villa.

What's more, if my daughter, Wang Coral, wants to become a qualified future owner of the village, it's not a bad thing to suffer a little emotional injury, or be knocked unconscious by a punch like today, and make a fool of herself in public. It's better than having to cast someone in the future.

A big mistake will lead to greater suffering.

Wang Yiran decided to turn a blind eye to this. Among the great masters in the world, who didn't have a few confidantes when they were young? How many people can help each other in the end, and how many people can forget each other in the world? When they really stand in the world,

At the top, you will find that it is all just a passing cloud.

Let’s take Han Yuanshan, a descendant of a wealthy family, who is said to be the best at hiding girls in a golden house. The key is that he can make women follow him wholeheartedly. He is the daughter of a powerful minister and a female disciple of a master of Jianghu. She is cold and murderous at a young age.

The female devil and the world-famous fairy were all captured by him.

If his daughter Wang Coral was infatuated with this person, Wang Yiran would forcefully intervene and never allow his daughter to have anything to do with Han Yuanshan. Otherwise, Hengdao Villa might become a dowry with both hands, right? Obviously, Han Yuanshan

Good people have great plans and far-reaching plans, and there must be real experts behind them to give advice. It is no problem to do business with such people, and you will make less money, but do not treat him as a close friend, as it is tantamount to courting death.

As for his daughter's secret love for Song Fengshan, Wang Yiran felt that it didn't matter, because Song Fengshan was a real man in the world. If one day, Song Fengshan was really willing to marry his daughter as his equal wife, Wang Yiran would not mind if Hengdao Villa was merged into Jianshui Villa.

, but the new villa must have the word "dao", and one of the future children must have the surname Wang. Then in the next hundred years, there will only be two surnames in Shushui Kingdom, Song and Wang!

Someone shouted a toast with a glass of wine, and Wang Yiran smiled and raised his glass in return. Although Wang Coral was absent-minded, he still did not lack this etiquette, and he followed his father and toasted a glass of wine in return.

After putting down the wine glass, Wang Yiran looked forward and said softly: "Still thinking about the young man carrying the sword? Do you think it is a shameful and humiliating way to vent your anger without killing him? I would like to advise you, the young man is by no means an ordinary person, even Song Fengshan has already

He regarded him as a potential opponent, but the old Sword Master Song seemed to have a close relationship with the young man. Han Yuanshan was right about one thing. The young man was most likely the proud disciple of the Caiyi National Sword God. This time he was traveling, it was his mentor who exposed him.

Death, the enemy is powerful. In order to avoid the limelight, the young man has an irreconcilable relationship with the Sword Master of Caiyi State, so he takes care of him like this and even teaches Ma Lu a lesson himself."

The young woman clenched the handle of the knife and lowered her eyes, "Dad, is this all? That hateful guy who hid his head and tail, punched me to death in Shuixie, I admit it. Even if the punch hurt me seriously, I will

I have to admit defeat! But he chose to humiliate me like this! In front of so many outsiders, how can I have the face to go around in the world in the future? Do you want me to hide in Hengdao Villa for the rest of my life?"

Wang Yiran slapped the wine glass in his hand on the table and sneered: "Face is earned through a series of famous battles. Jianghu is a place with the best and worst memory. Dozens of people have it."

Years from now, when Wang Huanhuan becomes a swordsman master more powerful than your father, and rises to the level of the legendary Sixth Level Grandmaster of Caiyi Kingdom Swordsman and Song Swordsman, who will mention this trivial thing about Shuixie? They will only remember you.

Which kendo master Wang Coral defeated, how many underworld demons he killed, and when he unsheathed his sword, the blade was as sharp as a waterfall. Who didn’t applaud and cheered among those watching the battle? Who dared?!"

The woman's shoulders trembled slightly, and she lowered her head and said sadly: "But I can't even defeat a swordsman younger than me. I'm not even a one-punch enemy of him. How can I stand shoulder to shoulder with you in the future? There's no such thing as a legendary figure."

The realm of a great master?”

For the central part of Aquarius Continent in the Shushui Kingdom, the Sixth Martial Arts Realm is the pinnacle of pure martial arts. Beyond that, for hundreds of years, no one has known the scenery of that realm. It can be regarded as the invincible "Great Martial God" in the world.

"It's said that the Caiyi National Sword God once touched that threshold when he was at his peak before retreating to the mountains and forests. However, in the end, for some unknown reason, his level plummeted, he became disheartened, and completely quit the world.

The old swordsman Song Yushao said bluntly that he had no hope of reaching the realm of the God of War in this life.

If Chen Pingan knew this, he might be dumbfounded again. After all, Zhu He, a martial artist from the fourth realm who also came out of Lizhu Cave, knew that the ninth realm was the end of martial arts. Of course, Zhu He had never seen the whole picture of martial arts. In fact,

Not long after, Song Changjing and Li Er successfully entered the ten realms, and the eleventh realm was the real pinnacle of martial arts and the true god of martial arts. The old man surnamed Cui who taught Chen Ping'an the "three strongest realms" happened to be

Just missed the eleventh realm.

Water has depth and mountains have heights.

Chen Ping'an's hometown, Lizhudongtian, is now Longquan County of Dali. It is a strange place with the deepest water, the highest mountains, and the most turbulent situation in the entire Aquarius Continent.

In that place, the six realm "big monsters" such as the powerful Tsing Yi boy who run rampant in Huang Ting Kingdom are simply embarrassed to say hello to people when they go out, because they are afraid of being punched to death by someone for no reason. The biggest dream now is to practice well.

, strive to become a heroic man who can kill people with two punches.

No wonder the boy in Tsing Yi is so confused that he can’t figure out one thing even if he breaks his head, “How did my master live to this day?”

Chen Ping'an actually didn't know the answer himself, he just seemed to get through it bit by bit.

In fact, there were people who didn't want him to die at first. Later, at the final moment of Asuka's death, some big shots who wanted him to die met a teacher one after another, and he told Chen Ping'an not to

He lost hope in the world, and a man wearing a hat and a sword told Chen Pingan how to deal with the world. At the same time, Chen Pingan also grew up rapidly, and finally left the chess game early.

However, during this process, there were hardships in life, various difficult choices involving one's own heart, many undercurrents and dangers, and the physical and mental hardships that the boy from Mud Bottle Lane suffered due to this cannot be explained to outsiders.

This man from Mu Ping Alley, who possesses a magic weapon and a precious sword-raising gourd, is now walking alone in the world, and he still only wants to buy the cheapest drinks.

Of course, he immediately started practicing boxing, in a new way that was different from the six-step walking stance and the sword furnace stance.

Over at the Waterfall Pavilion, Chen Pingan did not carry the sword box this time and chose to stay in the courtyard because there were bearded men and young Taoist priests he trusted.

But the wine bottle was still pinned to his waist.

When walking through the mountains and rivers of a foreign country, don't cause trouble, don't be afraid of getting into trouble, and be careful in everything, putting life first. This is Chen Ping'an's world.

Chen Ping'an stepped on the railing near the water again, and was about to use his strength to jump towards the amazing waterfall. After thinking about it, he took a step forward and stepped on the stone platform to avoid accidentally punching with all his strength.

Even if Senior Song definitely doesn't want to pay for his broken wooden railing, it's not a big deal after all.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, rubbed the soles of his shoes against the ground, and twisted his wrists a few times.

This first punch is to test the weight and thickness of the falling momentum of the waterfall.

Try it with 70-80% strength first.

Chen Pingan stepped out, and a loud thumping sound was heard on the ground. Fortunately, the sound of the waterfall was amazing enough to cover up the sound of the foot stepping on the ground.

Chen Ping'an's figure was like a crossbow arrow rushing towards the waterfall.

His momentum was like a rainbow, and he punched it with one punch.

The fist penetrated the depths of the waterfall, but when his entire arm almost crossed the water curtain of the waterfall, his head and shoulders were hit by the waterfall. Chen Pingan's whole body was forced to tilt, and he was instantly rushed down.

He fell into the depths of the pool and was pulled over by the turbulent current. Finally, a head popped up on the relatively stable surface of the water near the waterside pavilion. Chen Pingan patted the water surface of the deep pool, jumped to the waterside pavilion, and stood outside the railing.

On the platform, I felt my head was dizzy, especially my punching arm and shoulders on both sides were burning and aching. The key was that there were rocks deep in the pool, and Chen Ping'an's head was hit hard.

Fortunately, the Luoluo Mountain Bamboo House tempered his body, and Chen Pingan had to endure hardships and eat as usual. This was far from a trauma that hurt the foundation of his body and the depths of his soul. Even if it didn't scratch his itch, Chen Pingan still felt calm and relaxed.

In the second punch, Chen Ping'an used nine-point strength, and used the cavalry chisel formation taught to him by the old man Cui to open the way, trying to break the water curtain with his punches, and hit the stone wall behind the waterfall with one punch.

Unfortunately, his fist slightly touched the surface of the stone wall, and his whole body was hit by the water pouring down from the top of the mountain, and he was hit hard into the bottom of the water.

Emerging from the water again, he returned to the outside of the water pavilion and stood still. This time, Chen Ping'an did not change the rapidly flowing breath. He held back this breath of Qi that was like a fire dragon hunting in all directions. He once again exerted a lot of force towards the waterfall.

An imposing punch.

This time, Chen Ping'an's fist successfully hit the cold stone wall at the end of the water curtain of the waterfall, but it was slightly weak. Not to mention making a pothole, it probably didn't leave even a trace.

Under the moonlight.

Chen Pingan, whose Dantian Qi sea was surging, had no choice but to exhale a breath of turbid air, and used Old Man Yang's Breathing Technique to slow down his breathing. The Eighteen Stops Sword Qi flowed. Practice makes perfect. It has long been Chen Pingan's instinct. He does not need to deliberately control it, but it can flow on its own.

, swiftly passing through more than a dozen acupoints whose names are different from those of the current Qi Palace. It was previously stuck between six and seven stops, and now it is stuck between twelve and thirteen, as if blocked by a chasm, unable to move forward.

Chen Pingan held his breath and concentrated on punching the waterfall for the fourth time.

After repeated punches for more than ten times, Chen Pingan could only stand firmly with his back against the railing, so he simply sat down cross-legged. During the period of steady air, he took off the wine gourd and began to drink slowly.

Chen Ping'an raised his head and looked at the bright moon above his head. The book said that the moon is the brightness of his hometown. It also said that the moon surges in the river, and that the bright moon on the sea rises together with the tide.

The moon is waxing and waning in my hometown. The young man who was working hard to make a living has already seen it countless times. He has watched it with Liu Xianyang, and he has watched it with the little slug Gu Can. After watching it for a long time, except for the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the rest

Chen Ping'an didn't feel anything at all. He went on two long trips and saw the magnificent sight of the vast plains with stars and the surging rivers under the moon. It was really beautiful. Now in order to send the sword to Daoxuan Mountain, he had to rush to the far south.

Old Dragon City, I wonder how beautiful the sight of the bright moon over the sea would be.

Chen Ping'an put away his thoughts, stood up, put aside his sword, and started the next round of punches. The rule he set for himself was to deliver the three-punch iron cavalry formation in one go. The barefoot old man in the bamboo house once

He said with a smile that he would fight on the battlefield, fight with iron and steel, and be the best cavalry in the world. He would never be a weakling who would fall down after just one or two battles.

Being hit on the head by huge waterfalls again and again, Chen Pingan's body and body became more and more aware of the pain. This time, when the work was over, Chen Pingan lay directly on the platform, gasping for air.

If in Luopo Mountain, the old man surnamed Cui had only punched Chen Pingan alone from beginning to end, tempering Chen Pingan's body and soul, allowing him to be beaten passively, instead of asking Chen Pingan to "pee his skin and cramp" himself, without these horrific actions, maybe Chen Pingan would have been beaten passively.

Ping An can only practice boxing so far today, and has no more persistent thoughts about punching.

Once, the barefoot old man looked down at Chen Ping'an, who was lying in a pool of blood, and sneered: "You can't bear this little hardship, and you still want to be among the nine and ten realms?"

At that time, Chen Ping'an just wanted to scold the old man, but unfortunately he was too weak to say a word.

Compared to the hardships suffered in Luopo Mountain, now we are enjoying the blessings!

But you can't go further and further into the world, but you'll become less accustomed to hardship.

Chen Pingan, who was thinking silently in his heart, slowly stood up, gritted his teeth and punched again.

A quarter of an hour later, the waterfall under the moon was still making a roaring sound in the pool, as if it was mocking the young man for not overestimating his own abilities, shaking the tree like a cricket.

Chen Ping'an floated on his back on the water, eyes wide open, looking at the sky.

When he came up to punch again, Chen Pingan shouted angrily, "Shoot!"

The water curtain of the waterfall was indeed punched out with a big hole, but in a blink of an eye, Chen Ping'an hit the stone wall hard with his fist, and almost his whole body passed through the waterfall, but he was quickly hit again without any suspense.

After entering the water, following the water flow in the deep pool, we climbed up to the base of the waterside pavilion.

It just continued intermittently, and in the second half of the night, Chen Pingan, who was like a drowned rat, was sitting on the railing. He just lifted the wine bottle tremblingly, raised his head and took a sip of Huadiao aged wine. He felt that his throat was feverish and his liver and intestines were burning, so he had to put it away.

Jianhu, I dare not take even a sip.
To be continued...