Chapter 1,144 I don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is
With a smile on his face, Chen Ping'an flicked his sword with his fingers. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, making a clanging sound. The sword's aperture spread out in circles, illuminating his whole face with energy and great freedom.
A caged bird that flutters its wings and bumps into a wall, a frog in a well who looks at the sky like a boundary painting, and I who hate each other and have a bitter relationship with each other can finally say a few big words to the world, and in my heart
talk.
When Jiang She heard this, instead of making any sarcasm, he felt somewhat enlightened, "This finally makes sense."
When you climb a mountain to seek immortality, whatever you are afraid of will come to you. People who practice Taoism are afraid of the eventuality and will become ten thousand.
After all, Jiang She is not in the fifteenth realm. It is difficult to transcend this path. There are still ups and downs of calamities that cannot be avoided. Jiang She glanced at Chen Pingan and said, "The real Taoist age is a bit too young."
If you win, you will inevitably feel like you have failed to win. If you lose, it will be even more disastrous.
On the other hand, if this young sword cultivator loses, it is honorable to lose, but if he wins, the future trend of the world is even more unimaginable. How will the fortune-telling Zou Zi deal with himself then?
Jiang She curled his lips and used a little magical power to crush all these emotions and thoughts in the center of his heart and turn them away.
The battle to ascend to the sky was a calamity with swords and soldiers. The road went astray. He wanted to take the initiative and occupied the ruins of the ancient heaven. He weakened the world and dominated the military. A common killing was a calamity.
After being imprisoned for ten thousand years, it was another calamity. It seemed that he was escaping from the calamity, but it was the time when the great calamity was imminent. When Jiang She's Taoist heart was revived and he wanted to organize his military affairs again, the Taoism prevailed again, following him like a shadow.
As the founder of the military strategist, Jiang She's fate was naturally the great opportunity that others coveted.
Of course, not everyone is qualified to participate in this thrilling gamble. Ordinary monks, as long as they are not in the Fourteenth Realm, no matter if you are in the Ascension Realm, as long as your life is not strong enough, I am afraid that if you get even a few points closer, you will be catastrophically destroyed.
Dao Yun was struck by disaster and turned into a burst of dust and ashes. But even a monk in the Fourteenth Realm dared to intervene easily? He must stay away from him and watch from the sidelines. For example, those who are in harmony with the Dao and the time, such as Fu Lu Yuxuan, and those who are in the right place.
, whoever is willing to get involved in this situation, if he is not careful, his road will be stuck in the mud, unable to extricate himself, and he will fall into a situation that is beyond redemption.
Jiang She felt a little aggrieved and couldn't help but laugh and curse, "Cui Chan, you bastard."
He had previously thanked Xiuhu and expressed his gratitude. He didn't want to help count the money because he didn't want to be defrauded?
Apart from complaining a few words, Jiang She really didn't want to express his feelings. Wouldn't it be more aggrieved to compete with a dead man and arm-wrestle?
Jiang She had many ideas. When he returned to the world this time, he wanted to conspire to usurp the throne and replace himself. Chen Ping'an, a former hidden official, was also one of them. However, after deductive calculations, the possibility of Chen Ping'an was extremely low.
The biggest reason is not that Chen Pingan is too young and his level is not high enough for the time being, but that Chen Pingan does not have such big ambitions.
In addition, Chen Ping'an's biggest imaginary enemies are Bai Yujing and Yu Dou. For both parties, it is a personal grudge.
Unexpectedly, Chen Pingan changed his mind temporarily, withdrew the long sword in his hand and asked him to withdraw from the battlefield. With a flash of sword light, the long sword appeared near the tilted pillar in the northwest that connects the sky and the earth. Chen Pingan moved slowly, and rolled up the sword.
He lifted up his sleeves, shook his wrists, and said with a smile, "Then as you wish, practice your hands first, so that the younger generation can fully experience the tremendous power of the eleventh realm warrior..."
Before Chen Pingan could finish what he said, Jiang She got close and hit Chen Pingan in the heart with a punch. Chen Pingan's robe and hair on his temples flew into the air, and there was a clear and melodious jade chime sound between heaven and earth. That was Chen Pingan's heart.
Ping An's whole body's bones trembled, and his figure flew upwards more than a thousand feet like a kite with its string cut off. Golden blood oozed from the seven orifices on his face and floated to the ground.
Jiang She succeeded with one blow, and showed no concern for those who looked at the strange golden blood. The next moment Jiang She caught up with Chen Pingan, folded his hands on the back, and with his ten fingers like hooks, he stabbed straight into Chen Pingan's chest and suddenly thrust out.
Oh no, Chen Ping'an's body was torn open on the spot.
Jiang She squinted his eyes and stood still, wiping away the golden blood that was splashed on his face. His face and palms made a squeaking sound, and wisps of green smoke rose up into the sky. Jiang She was unaware of the burning sensation and looked around,
The golden blood that had previously scattered on the ground was not stained with dust. Instead, it had its own vision, and each of its avenues was manifested. When it landed, it turned into mountains lined with beautiful buildings and jade buildings. They were as small as earth mounds, and there were hundreds of thousands of them carved out one by one.
The water palace and the palace's rivers are as small as ropes. What's even more mysterious is that in the majestic Dayue Mountain, there are really blue cranes singing, the true king preaching and fairies scattering flowers. In the winding rivers, there are vast mist.
, the small boat on the rapids and dangerous shoals was like an arrow... Jiang She sneered, still pretending to be a ghost, really thinking that he was God.
Jiang She slightly dispersed his consciousness, combined with deduction and mental calculation, and followed the trend of the water veins of the long river of time and the direction of the circulation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, like a god patrolling the territory, all over the site without missing a thing. Masters of the art of war that can leave their name in history are here
Who is not the top expert in geography? Jiang She twitched the corner of his mouth and found you, kid. Jiang She did not shrink from the mountains and rivers, but drew the empty bow like a full moon, holding the "bow string" with both fingers.
Released with a bang, an "arrow" was as thick as the mouth of a well, but it was not a straight line, but rather like a big wild dragon and snake swimming across the ground.
In a certain place, it was as if thousands of mirrors were smashed by an arrow one after another, and countless colored glass burst into pieces, creating a brilliant and dazzling light.
Chen Ping'an first set up the formation with his powerful fists. It was a whimsical idea. Instead, he used the iron cavalry chisel formation in the boxing book to block the power of the incoming arrow. Then he tried to use a normal iron cavalry punch.
He tried to carry the arrow in the formation, but it was in vain. Not only was his fist smashed by the arrow, but his entire arm was also shattered... Where he stood, Chen Ping'an had lost an arm, and the ground was covered with gold.
The blood, this time, manifested itself into a large area of golden flowers and trees on the ground, varying in height and swaying, like a fairy garden.
The fists of the eleventh realm are indeed unstoppable.
Chen Pingan remained motionless and expressionless. Millions of golden threads spread out from the broken arm on his shoulder, and returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.
As expected, the road to martial arts and becoming a god is the most straightforward. In ancient times, it was the "clear stream" of the true path, while refining qi and becoming an immortal was the turbid stream of the path.
To put it simply, the fists and kicks of the eleventh realm were unstoppable, but on today's battlefield, Jiang She didn't seem to be able to use them against his half-one self.
After receiving solid verification, Chen Ping'an felt a little relieved, so he reciprocated the favor and said, "I also feel a little embarrassed for my senior."
Jiang She didn't take it seriously and asked, "I heard that you have a special boxing technique called Shenren Beating Drums. You learned it from Cui Cheng of Aquarius Continent. Isn't it vulgar?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It's not tacky."
Jiang She smiled and asked, "Grandmaster Chen, you don't think that the Eleventh Realm is really worth it, right?"
Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully, "Otherwise?"
Jiang She said calmly, "There is no doubt that boxing is a good boxing. But if Cui Cheng is here, I can teach him what the real god's drumming style is."
It is said that Chen Ping'an, the second shopkeeper at the Great Sword Qi Wall who was not doing his job as a slave, created the seals of Baijianxian and Jianjianxian.
For thousands of years, Jiang She has lived in seclusion in the mountains, overlooking the world. Several martial arts schools in the world are prosperous. If a book of one hundred fists is compiled, the martial artist Cui Cheng has two or three fists and can enter it.
Chen Ping'an raised his eyebrows. He wanted to let this ancestor of the military strategist learn the simple language of his hometown town, but when he said it, he changed his words and said, "We'll see."
Jiang She clicked his tongue and said, "It's such a hindsight. No wonder he lost to Cao Ci four times in a row. It's not unfair at all."
Although Jiang She didn't show any signs of taking action, Chen Ping'an opened his fists as if facing a formidable enemy, and punched the sky with a cloud that flooded the area.
It turned out that Jiang She's first punch had already used the god-beating drum style.
The majestic fist is like a thick sea of clouds. The immortal in the sky stretches out his palm and presses it down. In an instant, it sinks and falls, trying to connect with the ground and merge into one.
After a while, except for where Chen Ping'an was standing, the ground had sunk seven or eight feet in a radius of dozens of miles. Those shocking cracks and ravines were all the palm joints and hand lines.
Chen Pingan raised his hand to wipe his face, shook his head, and poured out the blood from both ears.
The power of just one punch was like an overwhelming catastrophe.
Chen Ping'an took a deep breath. It wasn't that he couldn't bear the pain. To be honest, this injury was really nothing.
But that kind of suffocating feeling like seeing the sky with fists is really hard to bear.
Jiang She sneered and said, "If you are a layman looking at the lively fourteenth realm, ascension realm Qi practitioners, and underestimate the eleventh martial arts realm, then that's it. You are a martial artist who has reached the level of returning to his true state and is approaching perfection. You are a person who has entered the palace.
, dare to take it lightly?"
"Aunt Feng, who is now hiding in the capital of Dali, didn't tell you how heavy Jiang She's punches were on the way to heaven? And how did the man who worked as a coachman for Nanhao receive two punches back then?
That made the first crack appear on his golden body?"
As he spoke, Jiang She was still standing in the distance, not even breathing, so he punched more than ten times in one go, leaving Chen Ping'an with no way to hide. He could only receive the punches and rely on his physical strength to carry it down.
Jiang She shook his head, "You and Cui Cheng, after all, are just at their limit, unable to support the true meaning of this type of boxing, and unable to truly carry it forward."
"You think I'm stealing a punch?"
Jiang She had a look of disdain on his face as he asked and answered himself, "It's just that ten thousand years later, there was a warrior named Cui who happened to be in the same place as me."
After more than thirty punches, Chen Pingan's almost pure golden body collapsed on the spot. As soon as he gathered his figure in the distance, more than twenty punches arrived.
Groups of golden light scattered and gathered together, and everywhere on the earth were large pits that suddenly collapsed and a series of muffled thunder and vibrations.
If you change the battlefield and change the opponent, wouldn't it be like picking up grass to kill Ascension?
Jiang She seemed to feel a little bored and couldn't cheer up, so he yawned.
Regardless of the situation on the battlefield, Jiang She turned to look at the long sword and asked the biggest question in his heart, "What did the co-leader of the Heavenly Court think back then?"
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Country school.
After having had enough wine and food, Jiang Shangzhen lay on the wicker chair, imitated the old cook and gently shook the cattail leaf fan, and said with a soft smile, "Ning Ji, your background is actually unusual."
Ning Ji was a little surprised. She didn't know why Mr. Jiang took the initiative to bring up this topic, but hesitated to speak.
After these days of getting along day and night, Ning Ji really admired Mr. Jiang's ability to do as the locals do in the countryside. He could chat for a long time among the farmers and village women, cross his legs and make jokes, just talking about a few things in the village.
Even local dogs are willing to follow Mr. Jiang around.
Ning Ji had been to Luopo Mountain and heard some things. When he came back here, he almost forgot about Mr. Jiang's titles and some of his reputation on the mountain.
Jiang Shangzhen continued to ask, "Is it understandable if I say this?"
Ningji nodded.
Jiang Shangzhen deliberately wanted to get to the bottom of the problem, "Then I'm curious, how do you understand it? Let's see if there is any deviation between what you think and what I guessed."
Ning Ji hesitated for a moment, then chose to say frankly, "If it was just my husband who accepted me as a student, I might not think much about it. At most, after thinking about it, I would think that it was probably the kind-hearted gentleman who felt compassion for me.
I was lucky enough to meet Mr. But there was an extra Master Bai Yu Jinglu, and he said that I could regard him as a... little master. Then unless I was a fool, I should know that things are not that simple."
Jiang Shangzhen hummed, "So in order to accept a student like you, our Master Chen took on a lot of responsibility and affected a lot of cause and effect. As a result, it is inevitable that there will be more accidents."
Ning Ji was silent.
"Be patient, don't be anxious. I am not telling you this truth to tell you to study hard and practice diligently so as not to waste your resources and qualifications. It is also not to burden you. It seems that every tomorrow of Ningji will be from now on.
I have to live a very tired life to be worthy of Chen Pingan's choice yesterday. That's not the case. To be honest, if I have this intention, and then Chen Pingan finds out one day, with his temper, he will kill me
If you beat the shit out of it... Mr. Jiang will no longer be able to be the chief worshipper."
Perhaps Jiang Shangzhen's words were humorous, and Ning Ji grinned, feeling a little more relaxed.
Jiang Shangzhen continued, "I just hope that a young man who has had a rough life but finally waited for the good times, if he encounters something that feels aggrieved and cannot be explained, he can stop feeling so aggrieved and tell himself a few words in his heart. It's okay.
Be more patient, read more, and think about it again. Even if you don’t understand, there will always be one or two people who can help you figure it out in the future. At the worst, you can go complain to your husband.”
Ningji nodded and said, "Remember it."
Jiang Shangzhen sat up, handed the cattail leaf fan to Ning Ji, and said, "I have to go far away."
Ning Ji asked softly, "Mr. Jiang, what is this?"
Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said, "Do something big that doesn't need to be spread."
Ning Ji was a little worried about Mr. Jiang and hesitated to speak again.
Jiang Shangzhen said, "Your husband said something strange to me at that time. He said that it was because of this that he had to protect you even more. I can barely understand this idea, but I definitely can't do this."
"Just because I think Jiang Shang is really the only one in the world. I am not like anyone else, and no one is like me. But Chen Pingan feels that he is like many old people, and many young people will be like him."
Standing next to the wicker chair and Ning Ji, Jiang Shangzhen laughed at himself, "I can't even understand this."
Standing in the shaky world, hiding in a stable heart.
Maybe each of us has a closed heart house, big or small.
The road outside the door, which may be wide or narrow, leading to the distance, is probably called a dream.
Before Jiang Shangzhen left, he asked, "Ning Ji, tell me, your husband and I are two different people, how come we got together? We have a good relationship?"
Ning Ji shook his head, "Mr. Jiang, let me think about it? Can you explain the answer after you return to the school to teach?"
Jiang Shangzhen laughed and said, "What are you thinking about? Don't you already have the answer? You guessed it right, it's just one word, money!"
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Yuan Ying deliberately fell at the end of the team, separated from the team for a long distance, and walked alone on the road in a foreign land. The unknown wild flowers were blooming gorgeously and the fragrance was fragrant. Yuan Ying lifted up her embroidered shoes and gently brushed through a field of delicate yellow flowers nearby.
She turned around to look at the short flowers from time to time, as if waiting for someone to catch up.
She was born in the blessed land of Shiyu in the Qingming world. The two preachers were both Haoran monks, the first master Liu Qi and the second master Cao Zu. They had both the reputation of preaching and the kindness to raise her.
Sure enough, Liu Qi soon appeared. The white-clothed Qing looked like an immortal, with a gentle expression. He encouraged him with a few words of encouragement to this disciple whom he regarded as his own. In fact, there was not much to talk about in the monastic affairs. After all, Yuan Ying was so kind.
Immortal material, practice is like the breath of an ordinary master.
Liu Qi took the initiative to chat about the elusive night ship, giving Yuan Ying the opportunity to board the ship for a visit, such as visiting Entry City and Lingxi City over there.
Yuan Ying joked, "Master, it would be more lively if you join our sect with the second master."
Liu Qi raised his head and looked at the team in front of him, shook his head and said nothing.
In addition to Zhang Fenghai, who is already at the fourteenth level of cultivation steadily, there is also the martial artist Kung Fu, who is one of the ten people in the world of Qingming.
There is still Lu Bixia, one of the ten candidates, who serves as the founder of the law.
The female founder of Yongzhou Xianzhang Sect, her master is Xingyuan, her Taoist name is "
"She Yun". She is responsible for managing the sect's money bag. She is not a high-level person but has a lot of authority.
For such a sect, no matter how small the number of people is, no one dares to underestimate it.
At the front of the team, the deputy sect master stood beside the sect leader, "Sir sect master, as long as we get rid of that white-skinned man in Luzhou, Beiju, we will be the sect with the smallest number of people! Are you not moved?"
Seeing that the sect master was unmoved, Lu Tai continued to persuade, "I heard that he has just entered the Ascension Realm a few days ago. It doesn't matter if Bai Shang is a sword cultivator. After all, the realm is unstable. Just a big group of us rushed forward in a noisy manner. Bai Dajian
Isn’t it time for the immortal to get into chaos? When his Taoist mind is confused, Brother Xinxin slams down his fist with his big fist. Lu Zhanglu follows up with another Taoist spell, and I can take advantage of the chaotic black tiger to dig out its heart and kill it with one blow..."
Although they had only known each other for a short time, Anonymous still admired Lu Tai's cheekiness and lack of tone in his speech. At the same time, Fenghai's magnanimity became even more overwhelming. How could he really bear this person who was so noisy in his ears every day? Didn't he feel upset?
Zhang Fenghai smiled and said, "You just need to turn a deaf ear to it. Over time, you will get used to it. If you don't talk to him, see if he can chatter a few thousand words at a time. Just treat it like listening to someone's story for free."
Anonymous smiled and nodded, "It is indeed a good idea."
Master Xingyuan rolled his eyes and said, "Deputy Sect Master Lu, stop talking nonsense and talk more seriously."
Even when she is away from home and traveling across the world, the teacher still wears the same outfit as Bai Yujing Yanxia Cave. She is a dark-faced and slender woman. She has a wooden hairpin in her hair, a sarong skirt and cotton shoes, and she has been working in the countryside all year round.
Like a young woman, walking among this majestic procession of immortals, the master's palace looked very eye-catching.
Lu Tai complained, "Do you understand the rules of officialdom if you don't use a deputy when addressing an official position?"
The master was helpless and said to Zhang Fenghai in his heart, "Sect Master, why don't you make a sect rule and simply not allow Lu Tai to speak?"
Zhang Fenghai also turned a deaf ear.
Lu Tai coughed a few times, moistened his throat, and told some old stories, "In ancient times, gods and earth, the majesty of heaven was unfathomable, and a large number of witches appeared in the world. They
They are responsible for entertaining the gods and offering praises to the Lord. They are also called the ones who receive the gods. They are like interpreting the changes in the world and explaining the joys and sorrows of God to us. However, because our human race is too weak in body, we are always overpowered by demons with strong bodies.
The tribes hunted and killed them arbitrarily and used them as food. In the early days, the human race had almost no power to fight back, resulting in a lack of incense. The gods of the old heaven felt that this was not possible. One of the gods of the thunder tribe, with the might of heaven, took the lead in coming to the world to kill.
The corpses of those stubborn monsters are piling up in mountains, but this will only cure the symptoms but not the root cause."
"How to do it."
"Either we simply kill all the monsters that are eating people everywhere, or we make the humans who are worse than ants a little...bigger. The Confucian scriptures of later generations have disputes between ancient and modern times, and there are also people, such as us.
They all belong to the category of modern people. The old guys like the ancestors of the military strategists are well-deserved "ancients". The gods began to give us a strong skin and a little more soul. The one soul and two souls of the ancients will be
It has become the three souls and six souls of today’s people.”
Lu Bixia asked, "Isn't it three souls and seven souls?"
Lu Tai smiled and said, "The last soul was found by the Taoist priests in ancient times after untold hardships. It was not a gift from the gods."
Master Xingyuan suddenly said, "No wonder later generations come to the temple to offer incense, three, six, or nine."
Lu Tai glared and said, "I didn't say that! Can't it be the calligraphy and painting seal, or one or three used to supplement Yang in odd numbers?"
Lu Tai hurriedly put his hands together, muttered some words, and then said seriously, "The literati have worked hard, the masters have taught themselves, and written books and biographies. They are all described as the fragrance of a heart."
When the word "hunt" was mentioned earlier, Lu Tai deliberately glanced sideways at Anonymous.
Lu Tai turned his head, looked at Li Huai, and asked with a smile, "If a long river of time is an incense burner, Li Huai, guess what the new incense is?"
Li Huai shook his head. He has never been good at guessing riddles and solving problems.
"Your seven souls are the incense burner, and your three souls are the incense."
After hearing such an incredible answer, Li Huai was shocked and inevitably wondered, what does "you" mean?
Lu Tai said with a smile, "Taozu was the first to propose the way of heaven and the way of man. With the term 'consecration', the gods in ancient heaven are no longer the only orthodox way of heaven. 'The way of heaven' seems to be There is the embryonic form of the distinction between the old and the new. The path of cultivation of Qigong practitioners, Taoist priests, scholars, and hundreds of other schools of thought has the basis of the Great Dao."
"There is a way."
"It's still a legitimate path. Later, the young master, our ceremonial sage, connected the heaven and the earth and cast the Nine Cauldrons on the top of the mountain."
"Before that, how to breathe, eat, sleep, how to walk, why thinking occurs, where thoughts come from, where they go... and so on, the simplest questions have become the most difficult questions. Over time, Refining qi, if you want to understand it, is to practice Taoism. During this period, of course, another spell fell like rain, which was like a timely help. A group of ancient 'Taoist priests' who practiced human form, even the golden body The bottleneck of the realm was also broken. From then on, he became an immortal, covered the earth, traveled far away, resisted the breeze, rode on the clouds, and was taller than a bird. He went to the bright moon to enjoy the scenery, to the Sun Palace to hear the truth... Reaching the top of the mountain, reaching the third level of the end, full of energy, returning to true nature, reaching the divine state..."
Hearing this, Li Huai couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Does Heaven care?"
Lu Tai felt worried, "Guan, how could you not ignore it?"
"An ant is a little bigger, but it is still an ant. Taoist priests and warriors gather together to keep warm, but they are still an ant nest in the earth. The gods come and kill the human world with blood flowing into rivers, killing all enlightened living beings trembling, Don't dare to cross the thunder pool even half a step."
"Do you know how vast the territory of the human world was at that time? So much so that when gods came to the human world, they needed two ascension platforms as a road?"
"If we talk about martial arts and Taoism, they come from the same origin but have different currents..."
After all, every stick of incense smoke curling up in the human world is a divine way to the sky.
At this moment, Lu Tai's face turned pale as if he was struck by lightning, and he hurriedly warned, "No! There is an ambush!"
Anonymous couldn't help but feel a little nervous. After all, those who dare to come here to cause trouble are either fools looking for death or top-notch strongmen.
Yuan Ying was startled in the distance. Liu Qi smiled and said, "Really like this kind of person? Isn't that a bit unreliable?"
Yuan Ying felt relieved when she saw her master looking so casual, and said in her heart, "He is too pessimistic. When I see it, I can't help but feel sorry for him."
Liu Qi nodded, "I think I recognize Lu Tai."
On the side of the road ahead, a tall, thin old man with a pale appearance appeared out of thin air, a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance, who looked like the rich man and the porter.
Yuan Ying had two masters, so did Lu Tai.
Lu Tai was not surprised at all. The appearance of the two preachers was a matter of course, sooner or later.
In the mountains, there are only a handful of people who are instantly recognizable as soon as they mention their last names.
Zou, count one.
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Jiang She never changed his breath of pure Qi.
From beginning to end, Chen Ping'an had no power to fight back.
Countless golden blood was scattered on the ground, making an ancient battlefield site that had been reduced to ruins full of vitality. First there were mountains and rivers, then city passes, and then there were all kinds of markets, just like a lifelike picture of the world. Just waiting for "all kinds of colors"
When "characters" settle in it, it means that the country has its owner and it truly comes to life.
The only flaw, the slight flaw in the white jade, is that more than seventy criss-crossing "ropes" have been stretched out between the sky and the earth, all of which are long-lasting fists, like iron wires.
Cut off this piece of world as soft as tofu.
Jiang She just frowned slightly. He already thought highly of this person, but it seemed that he was more difficult to deal with than expected. The quick victory he had envisioned earlier was hard to succeed.
He looked at the long sword out of the corner of his eye.
Regardless of whether the old sword bar hanging on the stone arch bridge in Lizhu Cave is the manifestation of the sword spirit of the sword holder or the true body of one of the five supreme sword holders, it is actually not that important.
Everything is difficult at the beginning, but as long as you form a contract with it, this is a road destined to never give up halfway.
As a native kiln worker apprentice, Chen Ping'an got this opportunity back then. On the path of spiritual practice thereafter, the real benefits this sword gave to the owner of the contract were too little and too little.
When Jiang She founded a military strategist, one of the fundamental principles was that the right time, place, and people should be used, and everything should be directed by one's arm and turned into one's own use.
Failure to make the best use of a "Sword Spirit" is simply a waste of resources.
A poor family that is too poor to take the blame has a study room worth tens of thousands of dollars. It is used as a decoration year after year. What is it for? Do you go hungry every day and feast your eyes?
In Jiang She's view, perhaps there was a disagreement between Qi Jingchun and Cui Chan, two senior brothers in the Wen Sheng Taoist lineage. They each held different views, and it was extremely difficult to reconcile the two sides' knowledge.
Qi Jingchun, who persuaded "Sword Spirit" to recognize him as his master, was a scholar who read the books of saints and sages, so he did not want Chen Pingan to be tainted by foreign objects and have too much nature. He wanted Chen Pingan to deliberately keep a distance from Sword Spirit and enter into an agreement of sixty years.
, giving the latter more responsibilities, it is an invisible amulet that does not need to appear, it is just used to deter a small group of monks on the mountain, not to rely on their realm and cultivation to do whatever they want. Who dares to break the rules, be careful not to follow the rules of the world
All gone.
In this process, of course, there are those who do not believe in evil and are ready to take action, so the ascended ZTE ancestor of Tongye Sect became a ready-made example to remind the people behind the scenes.
You must know that even Du Mao's pair of immortal sloughs is still the personal property of Luopo Mountain. How could the genealogical monks of Tongye Sect's Patriarch Hall not know the inside story of this matter at all, and who would dare to say anything?
Anyone who knows a little bit about Luopo Mountain and Master Chen will know why Chen Pingan has always refused to call Qi Jingchun his uncle, and has always addressed him as Mr. Qi.
The relationship between Qi Jingchun and Chen Ping'an is like a well-educated and well-read poetry and calligraphy teacher who teaches a young boy in a scholarly family the skills to start a business and crafts. What the former teaches is what the latter learns.
They all rushed to become saints and virtuous people. Suddenly one day, the older boy said that he no longer wanted to study, so he ran to the mountain, became a bandit, and rose up, saying that he would usurp the throne and become the emperor himself.
Precisely because everyone knew the great influence Qi Jingchun had on Chen Pingan, Jiang She felt extremely awkward when he heard Chen Pingan's heroic words of "establishing a religion and calling himself his ancestor".
If the same young Cao Ci had said such "rebellious words", Jiang She wouldn't have felt anything at all, at most he would have been slightly surprised.
Cui Chan admired meritorious learning and mixed hundreds of schools of thought to create a furnace. A lake of letters forced Chen Ping'an to lose his golden literary courage. Let alone read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, even if he read millions of books, he would still be able to walk thousands of miles.
After traveling through several worlds and traveling throughout the human world, the possibility of cultivating a natal character was still completely lost. Later, at the Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Ping'an combined half of the Sword Qi Great Wall, and completely lost the Yin Shen Yuan Yuan.
Sun God's opportunity.
The key is that Cui Chan's attitude towards Chen Ping'an has always been, like some official comments from the Beijing police, that his ability is too low, his qualifications are too poor, his Taoist heart is fragile, and he cannot be used in a big way.
When the truth comes out one day, what the two brothers Cui Chan and Qi Jingchun did were all fucking deceptions?
In the field of vision, Chen Pingan returned to his original appearance again, as if he had guessed what Jiang She was thinking. Chen Pingan smiled and said, "You may be mistaken. In our lineage of literary saints, Mr. Qi has the worst temper. He has the best personality and patience."
Okay, actually it’s Senior Brother Cui.”
"For example, the splitting of Zhengyang Mountain was something I learned from Senior Brother Cui. The success of Asking the Sword at Zhengyang Mountain and the need to erect a monument later was something I learned from Mr. Qi."
While talking and walking, those mountains and rivers scenes melted one by one like water flowing, becoming one with the owner.
Jiang She has really seen too many magical powers, so he is not surprised by this. It is okay. Chen Pingan's method is not too scary. Although it does not consume Taoism and spiritual energy, it does consume mental energy.
"Don't you think there are still too few opportunities to fight with the warriors of the End of the World in this life? I will let you eat until you vomit."
"Pei Bei, Zhang Tiaoxia, Li Er, Song Changjing, Wu Shu, Ye Yunyun, Wang Fushu, these few limits, let them each perform a few punches at their peak with you, is that enough?"
The warriors who had been "named" and ordered out by Jiang She one by one formed a horizontal line between him and Chen Ping'an.
Just like that battlefield, with spears and halberds, they are upright and invincible. They form a formation at the end of the line, and there is a line of tide, and thousands of horses are ready to fight.
Chen Pingan seemed to be waiting for this scene to appear.
Exhale gently, calm down your mind, and start running forward.
Jiang She didn't get the truth from the "Sword Holder", and was quite curious about it, so he had to ask, "Chen Qing is not a stingy person. You have done so many things for him, and you are half of the Sword Qi Great Wall."
You are a son-in-law. Chen Qing always owes money, wine, and swords. He owes everything but his temper that refuses to owe favors. You are a junior who has caught his eye. He should show something in any way. This gift,
It's definitely not thin. Why do you feel that you have not yet been put to death, how much more should you hide it? Lest Bai Yujing's gang of fortune tellers get away with the secret, and next time Wenjian is really invincible and loses the upper hand?"
Speaking of the words "truly invincible", Jiang She laughed to himself, "True invincible, what a good name. Why didn't Bai Jing grab it?"
At this moment, Chen Ping'an naturally had no time to distract himself from answering this question.
Just because Jiang She ordered more "Endless Warriors" to be created, the top heroes of all eras are all world-famous martial arts masters, each with his or her own invincibility.
Any punch they make is perfect and perfect.
Coincidentally, Jiang She only expended a little energy and didn't even need to mobilize the slightest bit of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
Jiang She looked at the exhausted figure on the battlefield, and the more he looked at it, the more boring he became, "Practice martial arts and boxing, and in the end you just get a body and a turtle shell, but one or two punches are your own."
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"I'm afraid of making mistakes by following the rules. It saves worry and effort. I just follow the footsteps of my predecessors. How dare I hope to surpass Cao Ci?"
Jiang She saw that Chen Ping'an had half of his cheek knocked off with a punch from "Pei Cup", and his neck was almost broken by a mountaintop warrior from wild history...
Jiang She shook his head and lost his patience, "How dare you, Chen Ping'an, even hope to kill Jiang She and falsely claim to establish a religion and claim to be your ancestor?!"
After all, every martial artist at the end of the world only delivers the most powerful and powerful punches in his life, giving Chen Pingan, who is in danger, some chance to breathe and breathe.
It seems that the boy is quite tough, and he can vaguely hear it, and he speaks a few words in his hometown dialect.
Jiang She smiled and said, "Boy, show off your skills in front of me. Do you know what this is called? This is called..."
"Recognize your ancestors and return to your clan!"
On the other side of the battlefield, the dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun, and all the martial arts figures gradually disappeared. All kinds of fists gathered and intertwined, and they had already condensed into a substance as thick as water.
Is it to be said that Chen Ping'an wants to sharpen his martial arts by taking fists and take the opportunity to break the bottleneck of the final level? In the midst of a battle of life and death, and a dispute between the avenues, he dares to do so? Jiang She didn't know when he had changed positions.
, with a solemn expression, gently raised the spear to "break the formation". People and things have not bravely opened the formation for thousands of years. Looking at the mustard seed figure in the distance, this ancestor of the military strategist seemed to be disappointed, Jiang
Holding a spear in his hand, She walked slowly forward towards the battlefield that was gradually becoming clearer. He said with a calm expression, "There are no heroes who become famous all the time, and they don't know the heights of the world."