(I uploaded the chapter late, sorry.)
Just as Xiao Mo was about to draw his sword, a faint sound sounded between heaven and earth, like the rustling of leaves, with a strong sense of silence, "It's really you."
Xiao Mo waited quietly for the next sentence. After a while, the voice sounded again, "You all should go back. Meeting each other will not help."
Xiao Mo sneered, and stopped talking nonsense with the fellow Taoist whom he had only met a few times. He walked forward slowly, raised the long sword in his hand, "Young Master, just follow me. At most, I can see you in half a stick of incense."
To the other party’s true body.”
Xiao Mo first nailed a long sword into the ground, and the entire empty and lonely world changed colors, like a painting, which turned yellow due to the passage of time.
Chen Ping'an knew that the purpose of Xiao Mo's sword was to serve as a temporary journey against the long river of time. No matter how powerful that Taoist friend was or how weird his skills were, Xiao Mo could always find this sword that he had built by relying on his mind.
At the Time Ferry, he handed over the sword again. He only needed to be pulled by a thread in two places to avoid completely missing the target. After Xiaomo walked a dozen steps, he swung his sword again. This was after the battle of Mingyue Haocai, Chen Pingan saw Xiao Mo again.
Mo drew his sword.
The sword light is not a straight line, but like a gossamer floating in the wind, spreading for more than a thousand miles.
Xiao Mo kept drawing out his sword, either tilted or horizontally or vertically, in an understated manner, but the sword energy and rhythm contained in the sword light became more powerful every time.
This is a "casual" sword strike from a sword cultivator at the peak of the Ascension Realm.
The rules of this small world are indeed a bit weird. Xiao Mo's sword light is condensed, but in Chen Ping'an's field of vision, the traces of those sword lights are lost, as if they have been folded and bent, as if they have followed quiet forks in the road.
Go to distant places.
Xiao Mo said in his heart: "Master, these forked roads are similar to the roots and veins of the sycamore trees. But don't worry, Master, there is an upper limit to the number of roads and the size of the small world. There are even weirder small worlds, such as Xiao Mo's."
It’s not like I haven’t experienced it myself.”
Chen Pingan nodded, not in a hurry.
The voice sounded in their ears again, "Since we are old friends meeting again, why bother meeting each other at war?"
Xiao Mo held the sword in one hand and sneered: "I want to see if this small world of fellow Taoist can withstand hundreds of thousands of swords."
As long as you keep passing the sword and the sword energy and sword intention continue to accumulate, the sword light will naturally burst out like a cone breaking through a bag.
At that time, when they are all condensed into one sword, it will be a real question of swordsmanship.
It is recognized that it is difficult for the spirits and monsters in the world to practice, to have enlightenment, and to practice slowly. The only advantage of these kind of Taoist friends in the mountains is that if there are no natural or man-made disasters, their lifespan is extremely long, especially for the grass and trees. Once they reach the top five
Realm, especially Taoist age, but really speaking of Taoist qualifications, Xiao Mo is not arrogant. Compared with sword cultivators like myself, there is a world of difference. Even if I sleep for ten thousand years, I will give you ten thousand more years out of thin air.
Daoling, so what?
If you are polite to me, I will be more polite than you are. If you are not polite to me, it will be better, and I will ask the sword as a thank you.
The old rickshaw driver in the capital, the Ghost Immortal Yu Jin, are all very polite.
After arriving in Haoran Tianxia, ​​he always followed the Romans, so he stretched out his hand to avoid hitting the smiling person. This made Xiaomo hold back for a long time.
After Xiao Mo handed out more than a hundred swords, he was able to pull the light of one of them with his mind. It rolled up like a spiritual snake and swayed violently on one of the roads. The light of the sword spattered and exploded, like a slender galaxy that instantly shattered.
The voice was silent for a moment, and could only remind aloud: "Chen Ping'an, you'd better advise this fellow Taoist not to act like this. If the vitality of this place is damaged by the sword light, it will only affect the fate of the entire Tongye Continent, and even more.
It’s difficult to restore it to its original appearance.”
Chen Ping'an said calmly: "It's better to choose the lesser of two evils than to be shut out and go home in despair without even seeing the senior's face. The crux of today's problem is not what Xiaomo and I do.
It just depends on whether you are willing to open the door to meet guests. You and I know very well that your so-called recovery is just a superficial effort. In fact, there are many hidden dangers. The descendants of Tongyezhou must pay off their debts one by one for today's people.
You follow the way of heaven, so naturally it doesn't matter. The many sequelae of the collapse of rituals and music in the past will not affect your own practice. As long as the overall number of a certain one remains unchanged, your predecessors will still be considered to have completed their merits and have contributed to the world.
Just wait three to five hundred years, just wait for the Confucian Temple and the monks, as well as the major dynasties under the mountain, and of course me, to replenish the mountains and rivers everywhere, and you will be able to survive this catastrophe safely and return to perfection.
Realm. But I am using humane methods to make up for the lack of a continent. The longer I delay, the more trouble I will have. Your covenant with the Confucian Temple has ended. You are staying behind closed doors today, waiting for your realm to reach the ascension level.
Consummation, invisibly replacing and filling the vacancy left by the old Donghai Temple Master, became some kind of illusory master of a continent. Not to mention that I will come to see you again, it will be very difficult to find you when the time comes.
"
The voice did not deny the matter, "That's right. I will go into seclusion soon, do some great deductions, and find a path for myself to reach the Fourteenth Realm."
Apparently Chen Pingan was right.
This was the first time Xiao Mo heard about this, and he was immediately furious. He felt that the previous so-called "fellow Taoist" title was just a slap in his face.
Therefore, dozens of swords were handed out in an instant, and the sword light was like a rainbow, and the entire yellowing sky and earth suddenly turned white.
Chen Ping'an walked slowly behind Xiao Mo, stopped, raised his foot and stepped on the ground, lowered his head and smiled: "Senior is highly respected. In his early years, he was able to become an ally with Li Sheng and build a demon-suppressing tower for the Confucian Temple. This junior climbed over
The secret of the Confucian Temple knows that the senior has a gentle temperament and is unconcerned with the world. This is the reason why the junior is willing to talk to the senior. But now that I will be completely free soon, the senior can't be sure what I have to do.
It’s not just about standing by and watching, but it’s about crossing the river and burning the bridge. It’s so embarrassing for a junior who is less than a year old. The Ni Bodhisattva is still very angry, let alone a junior?”
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "If it doesn't work, I'll ask the Li Sheng to move half of the Sword Qi Great Wall here."
"I want to see if the senior who wants to reach the Fourteenth Realm can still see me, and if he still has a chance to ask me face to face whether he agrees or not."
"It's hard for me to see."
The voice was a little annoyed and said hurriedly: "The Confucian Temple promised me that the great catastrophe has passed, and the covenant will be destroyed by itself. Even the accompanying saints who are here to worship cannot hinder my practice."
If this young man really acted like this, it would be fine if he could not find the path to the Fourteenth Realm in seclusion, but it would be terrible if he found the avenue but was blocked by a wall.
And once they fall into such an embarrassing situation, then a veritable great battle will arise between themselves and this young sword cultivator. As long as one party wants to reach the Fourteenth Realm, they will need to fight the other party to the death.
Are you, Chen Ping'an, still a close disciple of the Literary Sage lineage, or that Confucian disciple?!
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Since I can't replace the Confucian Temple, the Confucian Temple certainly can't replace me."
Anyone who prevents me from repairing the land shortage of a continent is asking me for swordsmanship.
This is not a joke, please take it seriously.
The voice suddenly said angrily: "The Holy Master has been here before and personally wished me a smooth journey in my practice."
Chen Ping'an said expressionlessly: "Then in this matter, I'm afraid I'm going to let down the Holy Master."
When the other party heard this, he was obviously shocked beyond measure and was speechless for a while.
Even the Literary Sage dare not say such a thing, a lunatic who dares to disobey the most holy master! What a bullshit scholar, you are so polite and polite, you sword cultivators, you have a bad temper that will never change for thousands of years...
Xiaomo smiled knowingly.
After being silent for a long time, probably trying to calm his heart, the voice spoke again, and finally said in a somewhat weak tone, "I can trust the Li Sheng, but I can't trust you."
Xiao Mo narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I have read the almanac. Today it is forbidden to disturb the earth, carry out coffins, make stoves, plant, and bury. It is better to go out, cut trees, build beams, build houses, and make alliances."
Chen Ping'an took a step forward, patted Xiao Mo's arm, indicating that he was not in a hurry to hand over the sword, stood side by side with Xiao Mo, put his hands in his sleeves and smiled: "I am also aware of the situation of my predecessors. This ruined mountain and river came into being, and I took advantage of the situation.
To our predecessors, all living beings are not just flesh on the palms and backs of the hands. The heaven and the earth are journeys against the odds, where the great road lies, and all creatures are like dogs. There is no distinction between loyal ministers and thieves, or filial sons and evil sons."
The voice continued: "To be precise, I can't trust a swordsman who only acts based on preference and has no taboos in using his sword."
After a moment, he added, "I am even willing to believe the foreign ranger who walked into the Flying Eagle Castle back then, but I cannot believe the last hidden official from the Sword Qi Great Wall."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "If senior had treated others with sincerity earlier, he wouldn't have broken up with a long-time friend."
"Chen Ping'an! Your murderous intention at this moment is even more serious than this 'Xiao Mo'."
"Then let this junior collect it."
In front of Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo, a passage similar to a post road appeared, with both sides as dark as night, similar to the two ends of the Sword Qi Great Wall in the past, and connected to some kind of Taixu realm.
Chen Ping'an looked back and saw that the white mist was thick and he had lost track of where he came from.
Xiao Mo frowned, but Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Now that you've come, let's make peace with it. Just treat it as a short trip."
Chen Ping'an took out a golden white horse crossing the gap talisman from his sleeve, which came from the "Authentic Alchemy Book" presented by Li Xisheng. It was also called the "Moon Talisman". This talisman was relatively far back in the book.
This talisman hovers on the side of the shoulder.
At the same time, in the world of Chen Ping'an's Heart Lake, a sundial for precise timing appeared. As expected, the speed of time passing between the two worlds inside and outside was very different.
Glancing at the burning speed of the White Horse Crossing Gap Talisman, Chen Pingan had a rough idea. In this world, a year might have passed, while only one day had passed in Tongye Continent outside.
Chen Pingan reminded: "No matter how hospitable the senior is to the guests, according to the time of the outside world, at most ten hours later, I must see the real body of the senior and negotiate a deal."
Two donkeys appeared out of thin air on the side of the road, probably as a means of transportation. Chen Ping'an laughed dumbly, but he didn't worry about any plot, so he turned over and rode on the donkeys.
Wearing a sword in a green robe and a vermilion wine gourd tied to his waist, he gently clamped the donkey's belly, hoofed and started to sway forward.
Xiao Mo shook his wrist, and a long sword emitted a sword light, which he put into his sleeve. Xiao Mo was still dressed in a yellow hat and blue shoes, holding a green bamboo cane, and sat on the back of a donkey.
There are only two colors in the sky and the earth, black and white. Xiaomo looks around, like a scribbled ink freehand painting.
To be continued...