The three of them left, leaving only Chen Ping'an, an outsider from the Shanhai Sect, sitting alone on the edge of the cliff looking into the distance.
At the edge of the sea cliff in the human world, I look around at the light of the mountains and the light of the water. The tourists in the blue shirt carry a sword far away, and the breeze and the bright moon are under my control.
In history, the Shanhaizong changed the name of the sect, but it only changed one word, changing river to sea. However, the old monks in the Middle Earth Divine Continent still used to call it Shanhe Sect.
It's a pity that I didn't meet the female ancestor today. It is said that she is a disciple of the sect master Nalan Xianxiu. Otherwise, there would be a chance to know which senior brother she likes.
Whether you like Cui Chan or you like Zuo, if you like any senior, you seem to have a good taste.
Chen Ping'an stood up and waited for the arrival of the night ship. It would take at least a stick of incense to board the ship.
On the edge of the cliff, a man wearing a green shirt stood alone.
Thinking of Li Sheng's previous words, Chen Ping'an's mind wandered far away, with complicated thoughts rising and falling, like wind ripples across a lake in his heart.
I don’t know how difficult it is to read the scriptures when I flip through the book, but I often find them easy to read.
I remember that the clump of impatiens in front of Liu Xianyang's house was washed away during a heavy rainstorm, and all the ditches in the town flooded. Chen Ping'an felt very sorry. On the contrary, Liu Xianyang, the real owner, was not very sad and said it was gone.
It was gone. Gu Can was most regretful and distressed. On the way home, he kept complaining to Chen Ping'an, saying that if he had known this, it would be better to move to his place instead of moving there. Maybe the flowers would still be blooming now.
Thinking of the round-faced girl in cotton clothes with the pseudonym Yu Qianyue, Chen Ping'an naturally thought of Liu Xianyang's ancestral house. In fact, there was a large ancestral cabinet with exquisite workmanship. It was an old object painted with gold flowers and inlaid on the back wall of the cabinet.
There is a picture of a golden osmanthus tree in bloom, with a full moon hanging on its branches. Chen Ping'an doesn't even know about this kind of thing. How can he make sense that a thousand-mile marriage is linked by a thread? It is destined that Liu Xianyang and Qiangyue should be together, even if they are separated
All the people in the world will come together? I hope they will stay together and get married.
Han Qiaose in Baidi City bought an important tool for ghost cultivation at Baofengzhai in Yiaozhou Island. After Chen Pingan heard about this in Gongdelin at that time, he stopped asking Mr. Xiping about the sale and purchase of Baofengzhai every once in a while.
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And Chen Ping'an's own life can no longer be blocked by a flooded stream.
Chen Pingan suddenly turned his head and was very surprised. Did she not go to Tianwai sword training place at all, or had she just returned to Haoran?
The woman in white held a sword with one hand, looked into the distance, and said with a smile: "In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years have passed and another ten thousand years have passed."
Chen Pingan nodded, "It seems that in the blink of an eye, I am five and forty-one years old."
She asked: "Does the master know that this was once a relatively important place where spells fell?"
Chen Pingan shook his head, "I don't know. I didn't see it in the summer palace files, and I didn't hear it mentioned by my husband or senior brother at the Confucian Temple."
She and Chen Ping'an roughly told the truth that had been sealed for a long time. The Shanhai Sect was once an ancient battlefield site. It was the final place of the battle between water and fire. Therefore, the meaning of the Tao was endless, and the magic techniques collapsed and were left behind.
In the human world, the manifestation of Tao Yun is where the opportunity of the Immortal Family lies for future Qi practitioners to practice.
It's just that there are not many records about this kind of thing in the Confucian Temple, and only the sages who have worshiped the sages in the past can read it. Therefore, even the head of the academy may not know about it.
She smiled and said: "In that colorful world, there will definitely be a cultivator in the future who can naturally defeat Ning Yao. Anyway, it will definitely not be a sword cultivator who will have a dispute with Ning Yao, so Ning Yao should not take it lightly. Don't think
Now that she has become an Ascension Realm Sword Cultivator, she can sit back and relax from now on. She will not remain invincible in the colorful world."
Chen Pingan asked: "Is this person one of the greatest blessings in the colorful world? Do the Taoist forces, including Bai Yujing, have the greatest chance of getting this person?"
Even if there is such a person, whether it is Ning Yao, Chen Ping'an, an ascending city, even if they know this secret in advance, they will not make a plan on the mountain that relies on the evolution of yin and yang to deduce the great road, and then go to the mountains to eradicate the roots.
She nodded, "From the current point of view, the possibility of the Taoist sect is relatively high. But it is not certain which family the flower will fall into. Humans and gods coexist, and weird things are mixed together. Today's destiny is still unclear. So the other Taoist opportunities, specifically
What, it’s hard to say for the time being. It may be that the great avenue of heaven manifests into something, and whoever gets it will be protected by a great avenue in the world. It may also be some kind of geographical advantage, such as a place that Bai Ye and the old scholar failed to discover.
The Cave Heaven Paradise can support the monastic growth of a fourteenth-level monk. Anyway, Ning Yao has succeeded in killing the one-eyed man of the upper gods. At least he will have a few hundred years to be able to securely become the number one in the world.
People should be content with their position. During this period, if she is still unable to break through and takes away the title of number one, she will not be able to blame others."
She laughed and said, "That little master, didn't you tell the master this?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "Sheng Li didn't talk about this, and I didn't dare to ask any more questions."
She said: "You are indeed a young master, not grand."
The term "little master" was first used as a nickname for the ceremonial saint by Bai Ze.
Only monks who write the old almanac instead of translating the old almanac are qualified to call the sage of ceremony this way.
For example, the one beside Chen Ping'an was once one of the five highest in heaven and the sword holder.
Chen Pingan changed the topic, "The armored man was killed by you outside the sky and completely perished. Part of the reason was that there was a new armored man in the ruins of Heaven."
To put it more simply, the higher a god is, the more he is like a carrot and a pit.
Li Zhen, a close disciple of the great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, was once a sword cultivator of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Guanzhao.
His natal flying sword was so mysterious over time that Li Zhen was born to be the new Armored One.
In these words, Chen Ping'an did not sacrifice a bird in a cage, or even use his inner voice. He always said what he wanted to say.
She is here.
Who dares to spy on this place?
She hummed, patted the hilt of the sword lightly with her palm, and said: "It's like this. The careful support of Kuanzhao made my old friend's position unstable. In addition, the previous attack on Haoran and the fierce battle with Li Sheng
A fight would affect his combat power. But these are not the real reasons why he was killed by me. His killing power was not as good as mine, but with a defense, he was indeed indestructible and could be injured, even if I struck him with my sword.
, the fragments of his golden body are scattered everywhere, and can manifest into rivers of stars in the sky, but it is still difficult to really kill him, unless I keep chasing him for thousands of years, I don't have such patience."
In fact, after a fight, a brand new golden Milky Way did appear in the far distance, spreading for tens of millions of miles.
The implication of her words was that the armored man wanted to die, and finally voluntarily gave up the prominent divine position and gave it to Li Zhen, or to be precise, to Zhou Mi.
If the sword wielder and the ceremonial saint failed to prevent the armored man from returning home and successfully returned to the ruins of the old heaven, with a careful mind, Li Zhen's end would probably not be much better.
Chen Pingan asked softly: "Will you be sad if you have to kill the armored man with your own hands?"
The sword holder and the armored man have fought side by side for thousands of years. As she said, they are old friends.
She shook her head and explained: "Don't be sad, the place where the golden body is is the cage. The golden body of the low-level gods will be disintegrated in the long river of time, while the death of the high-level gods is a distant thing that the Taoists of later generations cannot understand.
You can travel freely, both physically and mentally. The pitiful thing about the old gods is that their words, deeds, and even all their thoughts strictly follow the existing context. After a long time, this is actually not a very interesting thing.
Like the meaning of existence is just for the sake of existence. Therefore, the immortality that later generations of Qi practitioners tirelessly pursue has become a big prison in our eyes."
Chen Pingan took out the sword-raising gourd, took a sip of wine, and murmured: "Can it be understood that compared to your gods, people can make mistakes and correct them, so morality is a kind of freedom in our hearts?
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She smiled and said: "Being able to think like this is a kind of freedom."
Just as Chen Ping'an was about to speak, she raised her sword and said, "I'm really leaving this time."
The tall figure of the woman in white turned into thousands of snow-white sword lights, scattered in all directions, ignoring the formation restrictions of the Shanhai Sect, and finally condensed her figure at the sky, overlooking the world.
Chen Pingan silently memorized the complicated trajectory of the sword light, then put the sword gourd on his waist, raised his head, and waved goodbye to her.
The next moment, Chen Ping'an controlled the heart of the sword, silently recited the Taoist formula, and his body instantly transformed into hundreds of sword lights, like a green lotus blooming on the edge of the cliff, and then spread out to the sea beyond the cliff.
In the end, the sword light hit the great landscape formation, like a person hitting a wall. It swayed, the sword light condensed into a body shape, and fell straight into the sea.
In the distance, in a tall building of Shanhaizong, Nalan Xianxiu, holding a cigarette stick, exhaled a puff of mist and exclaimed: "What an escape method."
She waved her sleeves and opened the barrier of the formation. She jumped out of the water in a green shirt, and instead of flying away in the wind, she stepped on the water and ran wildly.
The night ship appeared in the distance. Chen Pingan touched the water like a dragonfly and jumped on the bow. When his feet landed on the ground, he came to a strange city.
Chen Ping'an stood under the eaves of a house, focusing his gaze, and found that not far from the downtown thoroughfare, there was a bustle and crowds of people. There seemed to be a ring. There seemed to be two warriors on the platform, each holding a pen to sign a life and death certificate. One of them had just signed a life and death certificate.
The strong and heroic man wrote his name in such a way that even he probably didn't recognize it, and then he dropped the pen. The scholar who was responsible for putting away the two certificates of life and death hurriedly picked up the brush on the ground, cursing,
A reckless man. A reckless man.
Ning and Yao, the four of them, just joined in the fun here and did not go to the crowd. They were watching the martial arts fight in the ring on the second floor of a restaurant not far away.
Ning Yao and Pei Qian were okay, they could just stand at the window, but Xiaomi Li and the white-haired boy could only stick out their two little heads.
When Chen Ping'an appeared in the city, Ning Yao turned his head and looked at the green shirt with a sword on his back on the street.
Chen Pingan waved his hand and motioned for them to just stand where they were and went to find them himself.
Arriving at the second floor of the restaurant, Chen Ping'an discovered that the tables next to Ning Yao's wine table were filled with young handsome men and young masters who claimed to be romantic. They didn't even bother to watch the martial arts competition in the ring. They were chatting and laughing there, talking about famous martial arts figures.
The deeds in the world, the drunkard's intention is only to talk about those long-famous masters and masters, idle clouds and wild cranes in the world, and never forget to take him or his master with him. It's just that they were lucky enough to have a drink with them.
I was taught by a certain swordsman and a certain divine fist.
Ning Yao turned around and sat back down, Pei Qian smiled and nodded to his master, Xiaomi Li pursed his lips and smiled when he saw the good man Mountain Master, and the white-haired boy burst into tears when he saw the Yin Guan Ancestor.
Chen Ping'an originally wanted to sit next to Ning Yao, but Xiao Mi Li gave up his bench. The white-haired boy was a step behind, so he wiped it back and forth with his sleeves, and blew away the dust with a gentle breath.
To be continued...