The old Taoist came suddenly and left suddenly.
Just like that, Chen Pingan was left alone on the edge of the pit. He neither told Chen Pingan how to leave this blessed land of lotus roots, nor when the Taoist viewing session would end. As for the blessing of ascension, ten people in the world,
The old Taoist people didn’t even mention it.
However, the old Taoist left without any warning. Although he left a huge mess for Chen Pingan, Chen Pingan was relieved and let go of the heartstring that was almost broken. He staggered and swayed a few times, and finally
I couldn't hold it any longer, so I simply fell backwards and fell to the ground.
Without a breath of pure zhenqi to hold on for dear life, the injuries that had been driven into the ground by Ding Ying Yin Shen's sword completely exploded. Chen Ping'an seemed to be lying in a pool of blood, with blood constantly flowing out.
But the smile in Chen Pingan's eyes was very satisfying.
With Chu Yi and Shi Fifteen guarding him, Ding Ying was dead and there was no one around. Chen Pingan used his last bit of strength extravagantly and squanderingly, took off the sword gourd, put it tremblingly to his mouth, and swallowed it forcefully.
Drinks and debts are not enough to weigh him down, and this pain is simply an itch. Chen Pingan just feels that it would be a pity not to drink at this time.
Chen Ping'an didn't notice that on the golden robe on his body, between the claws of the golden dragon in the middle of the chest, there was a huge snow-white bead filled with rich thunder plasma, and there were two on the shoulders.
Under the claws and jaws of the smaller golden dragon, two slightly smaller beads also had a few wisps of lightning lingering around them.
It's just that Jin Li's transformation is nothing compared to Chen Ping'an's body-shaking transformation.
The most complete rebirth.
The previous soaking in the thunder pond gave Chen Ping'an's bones a golden and jade luster, which is a sign of what practitioners call "golden branches and jade leaves".
Deep and solid roots are the way to longevity.
Chen Pingan was confused and confused.
It was like having a dream while half asleep.
In the dream, someone pointed to a surging river and asked Chen Pingan if he wanted to cross the river.
The man asked and answered his own question, saying that if you, Chen Ping'an, want to cross the river and not be restricted by the road, you need a bridge. Then you can naturally cross the river.
Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer, so he just squatted by the river and scratched his head.
This is your true intention, and you can’t fake it.
The man said that nothing could be written by coincidence, and said, "Didn't you, Chen Ping'an, already learn the teachings of someone's sages? Could it be that reading knows etiquette, and that everyone knows everything at all times, and those principles that you, Chen Ping'an, have been holding in your stomach, are just empty words?"
Chen Pingan complained, not knowing how to hide his emotions, "After learning the truth, what does it have to do with bridges?"
The man didn't explain clearly why, only how to do it, "Visualize the appearance of a bridge in your mind, any bridge will do. You are not very old, but you have traveled a lot. Don't worry, as long as it is a
Bridges are just fine, there’s not much to pay attention to, even those in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, it doesn’t matter. When visualizing, don’t restrict your thoughts or be distracted, don’t be afraid of them, just relax your mind, the more the better, what you want is
The spirit reaches the eight extremes, and the mind wanders ten thousand places."
Chen Ping'an, who didn't know where he was, "closed" his eyes by the river.
For no reason, I thought of the golden arch bridge in the sea of ​​clouds. It was so long and seemed to have no end.
Chen Pingan couldn't see the old Taoist. No matter how he searched, he was destined to find no trace of the old Taoist.
So Chen Pingan would not see that the old Taoist glanced at the clouds and mist above the long river, with a strange expression on his face, and did not hear the old Taoist scolding Chen Qing for causing trouble for himself, and scolding the old scholar for not being fuel-efficient.
Deng, finally praised the vision and courage of a younger generation, and remembered an "old friend" of the mountains and rivers who was not a human being.
Chen Ping'an's eyes widened and he saw the outline of a golden arch bridge vaguely appearing at his feet on the other side of the long river, but it was erratic and unstable.
There was an extra book in his hand, which contained a moral article written by an old man, recording the sequential doctrine of a Confucian saint who had never appeared in this world.
Every word came out of the book one after another, and the golden light shone towards the golden arch bridge imagined by Chen Ping'an.
A word is like a brick.
It's a pity that half of the text in the book is still lifeless, especially in the middle and last pages, where every word remains motionless.
No matter what, the long golden bridge over the river finally became strong as if a person had a piece of spirit to support it.
However, there is still a long way to go before it is finally completed, allowing Chen to safely walk across the river. It is still a long way from flesh and blood.
It's like a person who has a soul but no body, then he is just a skeleton, a lonely ghost, unable to see the sun or enter the world of the sun.
Furthermore, the length and majesty of the bridge are beyond expectation, so the words in the book are not enough.
The old Taoist said: "Take a walk and try to see if it will collapse."
Chen Pingan shook his head and replied intuitively: "It will definitely collapse."
The old Taoist did not question Chen Ping'an. After some thought, he walked out of the small world he had created.
Then, there is no more.
On the edge of the pit, Chen Pingan suddenly sat up. There was no long river, let alone the old Taoist.
The world is just vast.
There are two flying swords beside me, the first and the fifteenth.
Although Chen Pingan is not Chen Pingan's natal flying sword, he has followed Chen Pingan on his travels, getting along day and night, relying on each other, and has long been connected.
A silence and a guilt.
Chen Pingan fastened the sword gourd, stretched out his hands, patted the two flying swords, and comforted: "It's good that the three of us are still alive. Besides, we will definitely not be so aggrieved next time, let alone if
If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have been able to survive the moment when my soul left my body..."
Chen Pingan stopped talking because he found that on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, one became more silent and the other became more guilty.
Chen Pingan stood up, patted the sword gourd, and murmured as he walked: "You guys go back here first, we have to rush into the city to find the Lotus Man! This journey may not be smooth. Without you, I would be fighting with others now.
, I really don’t have any confidence. If I don’t cultivate myself for ten days and a half, not to mention this old devil, even that child who can wield a sword will not be able to relax. I will need you two to help clear the way later.”
The two flying swords returned to the sword gourd.
Chen Pingan walked to the capital of Nanyuan alone.
As he got closer and closer to the city, the golden robe gradually changed from golden to a snow-white robe again.
Chen Pingan understood clearly and looked back.
The battlefield behind you, with Guniu Mountain as its center, is full of spiritual energy that lingers around you. It should be the largest "cave paradise" in the world.
Of course, martial arts is also strong.
If you are not in a hurry to return to the city to find the little lotus figure, you can actually gain the most by staying where you are.
However, Chen Pingan raised his head and glanced at the city in the distance. If he took advantage of it, he could easily become the common enemy of the world.
As for entering the city in full public view, is there any danger?
Chen Ping'an walked on the quiet and deserted official road, and he could fly ten feet away with one step.
Those words he said before were mainly to comfort the frustrated first and fifteenth graders. In fact, if anyone dares to block the way at this time and wants to continue to struggle, then Chen Pingan will hold his breath, and the truth will only be on his side.
I have seen the old man surnamed Cui in Zhulou being invincible.
There are two different realms than defeating an invincible person "in the world" with your own hands.
Gunniu Mountain has been destroyed, so why beat the sky drum for the second time and talk about the place of ascension?
On the other side of the capital wall, Zhou Fei, who was playing in the world, felt a little heavy.
It’s not like everyone’s hard work has been in vain, right?
As the thunder pool in the sky dispersed, the clouds and mist parted to reveal the bright sun, Fan Wan'er raised the mirror, which shone brightly, and her beautiful face was reflected on the mirror.
Just when Fan Guan'er was about to put away the bronze mirror, she suddenly found herself in the mirror smiling, but she clearly didn't have any smile at all.
"Fan Wan'er" smiled and sighed in the mirror.
Fan Wan'er heard a voice in his heart, "Idiot."
Like being struck by lightning.
As if it was hot to the touch, Fan Wan'er lost the bronze mirror, holding his head that was hurting and about to burst with both hands, his face full of bitterness and tears.
Far away from the city wall, Ya'er cautiously called out to Palace Master Zhou.
Zhou Fei turned his head and found that the green dress on her body had automatically fallen off and was swaying, like a singer dancing, caring about herself and acting as if there was no one else around her.
Zhou Fei sneered: "You've got it in my hands, and you still want to leave?"
Zhou Fei stretched out his hand to grab it, and there was a handprint dented on the shoulder of the dress. The blue dress still floated to the right, and kept tearing, and finally made a sound of tearing silk. Zhou Fei found a piece of torn brocade in his hand, and frowned.
To be continued...