Above the sea surface of Jiaolonggou, Chen Pingan stared blankly at the sword cultivator in blue shirt who claimed to be senior brother.
The young man frowned, his lips trembled, and then he lowered his head.
The sword cultivator with the weird name said angrily: "Are you going to cry? How come you have the same virtue as Xiao Qi back then, so why would you be chosen? Reasoning doesn't work, and you can't defeat others. You hide and cry every time.
Fall down."
The sword cultivator suddenly said sternly: "Raise your head!"
Chen Pingan raised his head blankly.
The man asked: "Why did you change your mind when things got tough and punch instead of the sword? Answer loudly, don't be coy!"
Chen Ping'an subconsciously blurted out: "My swordsmanship is too bad, I won't lose that person! My boxing skills are okay, but it won't be fun if I don't do it!"
"Bah! With your martial arts skills, how dare you say it's acceptable?"
The man had an angry look on his face, turned his head and spat fiercely. He did not have the elegance of Qi Jingchun, nor the kindness of A Liang. It seemed that this swordsman named Zuo was the most deviant disciple of the Wen Sheng Sect in the past.
, he really doesn’t look like a scholar at all, but the hidden smile deep in the man’s eyes is getting stronger and stronger, but his face turns cold, he raises his arm again, pointing his thumb behind him, “Don’t talk about this Jiaolong ditch, just talk about it.
What do you think of the statue on the island because I thought it was blocking my way, so I slashed it with my sword? Besides, I thought the stinking ditch was an eyesore to those beasts, so I washed it with my sword energy. What do you think?
What do you think?"
Chen Pingan answered honestly, "It should be considered unreasonable."
But when I thought that this person was Mr. Qi's senior brother, I quickly added a word, "right?"
The man sneered and said: "You are polite when you say it. What is meant is what it is!"
He put his palm against the hilt of the sword at his waist and asked: "You know that as a scholar, I pay more attention to learning swords than studying. Why?"
Chen Pingan shook his head.
He only heard that A Liang and the young Cui Chan mentioned this person occasionally. The former didn't say much, only that he was the best swordsman among the old scholar's disciples, while the latter gritted his teeth.
, there seemed to be a sworn hatred among the former fellow disciples. In the end, "the one with the surname Zuo", in Chen Ping'an's mind, was like a hidden dragon in the clouds, unattainable and unpredictable.
The orthodox Confucian swordsman waved his hand, "You have nothing to do here. Practice well in the future and don't let down Xiao Qi's high expectations. If you do something bad one day, maybe I will come to trouble you.
."
The man hovering in Jiaolonggou stretched out a finger to Chen Ping'an, "No matter how high your level is, it's just a matter of one sword."
To him, it has always been a matter of course for a senior brother to teach a junior brother a lesson.
Doesn't it make sense? He never bothered to think about it. Being a senior brother makes sense.
At this moment, the sea of ​​clouds suddenly drooped, and a hundred-foot-tall golden body appeared. It was a middle-aged Taoist with a fish-tail crown on his head, "You are a disciple of Wen Sheng, a sword cultivator? I heard that many people
Recommend you to be the best swordsman in the world? Even the Hanging Mountain and the Great Wall of Sword Qi have many admirers of yours."
The green-shirted swordsman looked up and said, "From your tone, do you think you're a little dissatisfied?"
Daoist Gao laughed heartily, "It doesn't matter to me how good your swordsmanship is, I just want to see you unhappy. How about we find a place to have a good fight?"
The sword cultivator smiled and said: "You stinky Taoist priest, you are not good at anything else. You are just luckier than me. You are the second Taoist to be the master. My husband is not good at it. He can only talk some words. But my husband is not as good as me in any way." Your master is worse than Dao Lao Er in one thing, that is, the old scholar has a disciple like me. Including you, Dao Lao Er’s dozen or so disciples..."
The man in green shirt stretched out a finger, raised it high, and shook it gently, "No."
He didn't give up and raised his head, "What if you brought out such a big Dharma statue? Isn't it in front of my sword... not enough?!"
Don't wait for the man to finish his words.
From the sea, a huge wave of hundreds of feet was set off, and a majestic sword energy, which was thicker than the entire Osmanthus Island, soared into the sky in the form of a beam of light, and smashed the golden body of Dharma into pieces in an instant.
The small boat under Chen Ping'an's feet was hit by the fish in the pond, and it was bumpy and bumpy with the waves.
He turned around and looked at the snow-white sword energy that was charging at the bullfight.
I used to think that the sword in the Wei and Jin Dynasties that broke through the night veil of the ghost in the wedding dress of Fengxue Temple was already the pinnacle of flying swords in the world.
Only at this moment did I realize that I was still too ignorant.
A golden statue was broken into pieces, but a voice like Hong Zhongdalu still fell from the sky, "I don't want to take advantage of you. With that kid here, both of you and I can't let go. It's better to go to the waters of Fengshen Island.
how?"
At some point, the golden old dragon, who had been filled with more than 300 Qi Palaces by sword energy, had no chance of holding on to his Qi Palace from exploding.
It turned out that the great Taoist man who was thousands of miles away, with unknown magical powers, took advantage of the moment when the golden body was destroyed by the sword energy, and stretched out a finger as white as jade from the void, and touched the old dragon in gold robe.
The forehead was a little bit, and the latter looked like a withered body for an instant, and then literally the heart was like ashes. From the inside out, most of the body was turned into bursts of ashes, disappearing into clouds, leaving only a golden piece floating on the sea.
Robe, and some semi-immortal things condensed by Nascent Soul.
The sword cultivator was completely indifferent to this.
He just waved his hand and patted the remnants of the golden-robed old dragon into Chen Ping'an's boat, "Put away these rags. May you wish yourself good luck on this trip to Hanging Mountain and the Great Sword Qi Wall after that.
"
Chen Pingan bent down and bowed.
Jian Xiu nodded, accepted it calmly, and then said no more, Yu Feng walked away to the southwest, and then murmured to himself, the lingering sound was lingering. I don't know if Jian Xiu was talking to himself or to Chen.
Safety.
"Immortal, carefree in the mountains and seas, eating clouds and drinking dew, but not eating grains, I am already an alien."
Chen Pingan silently sat back in the boat, and put the three things that the swordsman had thrown at his feet into the flying sword fifteen. They were a golden robe, two entangled golden dragon whiskers, and a fist-sized piece.
The beads have a dull luster and are slightly yellow, somewhat similar to the saying that old beads are yellow.
Chen Pingan looked around, and the sea gradually calmed down. When he looked up, it was sunny and windy.
Chen Ping'an rested for a while, picked up the pennant with the real lock-cutting talisman on it, got up and paddled the boat to chase Osmanthus Island. He felt a little embarrassed for a while. The ferry must not rush to the upside-down mountain and leave himself in this vast sea.
Above. Chen Ping'an opened his eyes wide and looked into the distance.
In the past, Chen Pingan would have thought how could Osmanthus Island act like this?
But now, Chen Pingan is completely unaware that he has such thoughts.
The mind is wandering and the mind is wandering, unconsciously.
The sword cultivator, who traveled far and wide in the wind and was unrestrained by heaven and earth, suddenly stopped and looked back at a place where Chen Ping'an was destined not to see him.
What the man saw in his eyes was a young man named Da Li.
But what I was thinking about was an old friend.
That person once said, I don't want to ask you to be Chen Ping'an's protector, and I know that senior brother you will probably not agree. But I, Qi Jingchun, have few friends in my life, and I can only find you in the whole world.
I can only find you!
When the man thought of these bastard words, he felt aggrieved. He sat down cross-legged, hovering above the sea, with his hands clenched into fists and resting on his knees.
The fierce sword aura flowed out more and more, and the sea water boiled violently under his feet, but the mist could not get close to the sword cultivator.
Qigong practitioners in the world all envy the kind of swordsman genius with amazing natural aptitude, who is given the title of innate sword embryo. However, this man learned sword very late, and he has never been a sword embryo, so he waited until this man was in the Middle Earth Divine Continent.
He was born out of nowhere, not to overpower, but to crush countless senior sword cultivators. He was particularly merciless in dealing with those so-called sword embryos. He ridiculed them wildly and spread the news all over the world. I don’t know how many talented swordsmanship geniuses there have been since then.
The heart is broken and the road is cut off.
So much so that all the young genius sword cultivators from Middle-earth, after being praised as innate sword embryos, inevitably mutter, always feeling that this sentence is a curse.
This sword cultivator is called Zuo Zuo.
No one in the world can surpass him in swordsmanship.
Even though the man was in a daze, his eyes were still shining as always.
The clear eyes of the young man he had stared at earlier were too much like the bratty junior brother he was familiar with when he was young. He relied on his intelligence in reading and was pampered by his husband. He talked about a series of sage principles, which were linked together.
It's impeccable, but after the left and right admit that they lost the debate, they still have to add, "I don't think you really admit defeat, senior brother. This is wrong." It's really annoying.
What bothered him most in his life was his husband bragging about how good he was in fighting, and then there was Xiao Qi, who read books very quickly, his sound of turning pages, and his voice of reasoning.
He only liked the grand occasion when his husband participated in the three religious debates twice, the aura of a master who was independent from the world and whose talents were at the peak of his power.
I like that every time Qi Jingchun travels to famous mountains and rivers with me, he will climb to a high place to write poems after drinking. It will make people feel that no matter how high the mountains are, they are not as high as this person's knowledge!
But even today, the old scholar has no way out and has dispersed into the world. Xiao Qi is no longer alive, and A Liang has also left Haoran Tianxia. The man still thinks that whether it is Mr. Qi or Xiao Qi, or even the seemingly free man
A Liang, life is too tiring.
To be continued...