The old scholar stamped his feet and said angrily: "It is difficult to raise a villain and a woman. The ancients would not deceive me!"
The tall woman twisted the snow-white lotus leaf that she picked from an unknown place with murderous intent. Although she still had a smile on her face, it looked very cold. "Swearing someone if you can't beat them? Are you looking for a cut?!"
The circular sword formation that was originally spread out ten miles away suddenly shrunk and became only a small area surrounded by the riverside cliff. At the same time, the sword energy became more and more powerful and shocking. The sword energy condensed into a sword formation wall that stretched to the sky and the earth.
The avenue of nothingness flowing invisibly,
The old scholar shrank his neck, and suddenly he had an idea. He immediately felt confident and asked loudly: "It's okay to fight, but can we change our fighting style? Don't worry, my request can be brought along with Chen Ping'an to ensure that it is reasonable and reasonable.
, as you wish!"
The tall woman was silent when she suddenly saw the old man winking at her.
She hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
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At the mouth of the well in the inn, the young man put his fingers together to form a sword, pointing to the bottom of the well.
The first ray of rainbow light created by the sword energy gradually faded out by half in the old well. It was no longer so dazzling that people could not look directly at it. Through the light, Chen Pingan could vaguely see this ray of light that was said to be "extremely beautiful".
The "small" sword energy, after leaving the Qifu acupoint, condensed into essence, like a heavy rain, hitting a piece of "ground" crazily, and the ground that withstood the impact of the heavy rain seemed to be the mirror surface of a round mirror.
Of course Chen Pingan would not know that it was called Lei Bu Si Yin Jing, and it had an extraordinary origin and a great connection!
After the death of an ancient emperor who was in charge of thunder magic, the gods of thunder took advantage of the situation and divided up the thunder power of the ancestor of all laws. Each of them had a part of the power of thunder. From then on, the situation became even more unbearable, except for those who performed their duties.
Except for the god of thunder who heralded spring, many other gods have long been reduced to beings such as gods of mountains, rivers, and mountains. They are either restrained and ordered by the saints of the three religions and are not allowed to step out of the "Thunder Pond", or they are often banned by people like Fengxue Temple Zhenwu Mountain.
Military strategists like these, or some Taoist sects, use thunder talismans to summon the magic of gods to make them come and go at a moment's notice.
As for this Leibu Si Seal Mirror, the owner was once one of the main gods of the Leibu Division. Although it has suffered repeated disasters, from the mirror surface to the inside, it has long been dilapidated, and the thunder and lightning brilliance inside has been almost exhausted, but it is by no means the fifth realm of Enhezhong.
A monk can break it.
The young man in white clothes in the ancient well had been suppressed for more than ten feet. He was still pressing against the bottom of the mirror with his hands and shoulders. He was hit by the sword energy, and the mirror shook and cracked. However, it was soon broken.
The residual lightning contained in the mirror is automatically restored to its original appearance.
Attacking with sword energy is like an iron cavalry carving out a formation, and resisting with a mirror is like standing guard with infantry.
The two are killing each other, and it depends on who loses his momentum sooner.
Young Cui Han gritted his teeth, his face covered with blood, blurring his handsome face. At this time, he no longer had the energy to speak harshly, so he could only mutter silently in his heart: "After surviving this heavy rain of sword energy, I will definitely be a hundred times stronger when I go up."
Return it! It will definitely be possible, the momentum of Jian Yu has changed from strong to weak, I just need to hold on for a little longer, Chen Pingan, you wait!"
Although the young man at the bottom of the well was still full of energy, his appearance with blood all over his body was really desolate.
Even in the bleak years when he betrayed his master, he traveled all the way, leaving the Divine Continent of Middle-earth and heading to the continent in the south, and finally chose to settle in the smallest Dongbaoping Continent.
After tens of millions of miles, how could he not be free and at ease along the way, surrounded by monsters, ghosts, monsters, and demons? Who could make him so miserable?
You know, Cui Chan, a wanderer before becoming the Grand Master of Da Li, once had a mantra that was difficult to reach the elegant hall. After slaying demons and slaying demons just based on his preference, he would say: "In a blink of an eye, everything is wiped out. It's really worse than an ant."
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Cui Han, the young man holding the mirror, continued to fall, but the amplitude gradually became smaller.
The mirror could still hold up, but there was a constant flow of sword energy pouring down from the periphery of the mirror, and the young man's body was already crumbling due to the continuous sword energy.
He had no choice but to think, and slipped out of his sleeve a life-saving talisman that was at the bottom of the box. He had kept it for many years, and when he used it now, he felt so distressed that his face turned ferocious.
The golden runes first stuck to the cuffs of the white clothes, and then melted instantly. Soon, the surface of Cui Han's white clothes was covered with golden runes. When he listened carefully, he heard the sound of Buddhist Sanskrit sounds, and the white clothes rolled like water patterns, setting off the
The young man Cui Chan was given a solemn appearance.
This talisman is extremely special. If gold powder and cinnabar are the main materials for drawing talismans, then there are some materials that are rare to find. Once made into a talisman, the various effects contained in the talisman are incredible. For example, this one from Cui Chan,
The golden blood of a golden-bodied Arhat from a Western Buddhist country was used as the main material for drawing talismans. Moreover, this eminent monk almost achieved the status of Bodhisattva, so the blood showed a golden color and was poured into the gold powder.
If you write "Diamond Sutra" scriptures on it, it can be transformed into a diamond amulet with infinite Buddhist dharma, which can withstand even a powerful blow from the land swordsman.
How can young Cui Chen not feel distressed?
After offering this priceless life-saving amulet, the young man made some calculations in his mind and easily calculated that the sword energy would at most make the mirror shatter, but the mirror itself would not be damaged. From now on, as long as he goes to the sea of ​​lightning and thunder clouds every thunderstorm night
In the process, lightning is directed into the mirror, and within a few years, this mine seal mirror can be restored to its original state.
With this, Cui Han was determined, tilted his arm slightly, and wiped the blood on his face casually, "What a shame and humiliation, it almost destroyed the foundation of my golden body!"
Cui Chen closed his eyes and began to silently build up his momentum.
Just waiting for a critical moment when the sword energy is about to dissipate is the time for him to kill at the mouth of the well.
Of course he won't wait for all the sword energy to dissipate.
If he waits until the sword energy completely dissipates, once Chen Ping'an discovers that he is not dead, the mud-legged man in Mud Bottle Alley will indeed have some dangerous tricks to follow.
After all, at this time, neither my cultivation nor my body could withstand any unexpected "examination".
The road is really muddy and rugged!
The young man felt great hatred in his heart.
The trip to the small town was what Cui Han, the national master, considered to be the final battle. Because it involved the opportunity to attain enlightenment, he did not hesitate to split his soul in half, live in another body and skin, and left Dali with the image of a young man.
Beijing.
I originally thought that even if I couldn't kill Mr. Literary Saint, my junior brother Qi Jingchun could still use the boy from Mu Ping Alley as the object of visualization, and borrow stones from other mountains to attack jade, sharpen his mind, and make up for the most lacking state of mind.
By helping him break through the ten realms in one go, he is expected to return to the peak of the twelve realms, and even use Da Li to promote his knowledge. As long as his achievements and knowledge can spread across the continent, he can make further progress.
, if all the Confucian disciples in the same continent were my disciples, Cui Chan, the benefits would be unimaginable.
It seemed at the time that no matter how the calculations were made, Cui Chan was invincible. The only difference was the size of the profit.
However, no one would have thought that the direct disciple Qi Jingchun actually selected was not Zhao Yao who gave away the spring seal, Song Jixin who gave away only his books, or even Lin Shouyi, a young man who had the seeds of reading.
But the little girl named Li Baoping is a woman! How does a woman inherit the cultural heritage? A female gentleman, a female wife? She is not afraid of becoming the laughing stock of the world? She is not afraid of being regarded as such by the old people in the Confucian Academy.
The number one heretic?
What's more, Qi Jingchun accepted a disciple as a teacher and gave the relics of his mentor Cui Chan and Qi Jingchun, the literary saint, to the young Chen Ping'an.
In this way, not only was the cultural line not cut off, but the legacy was passed down to Li Baoping's generation, and Cui Chan, who originally deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors and rebelled against his master, was once again tied to the literary saint because of Chen Ping'an.
This caused Cui Han, who mistakenly thought he had the chance to win, to be completely shattered in an instant. Coupled with the invisible pull of literary luck, he fell to the fifth level of cultivation. If he had not reached an agreement with Old Man Yang later, he would have learned a long-lost skill.
The Shinto secret technique made up for a loophole in Cui Chan's own secret technique, and he was able to quickly warm up the soul. Like a dead tree blooming with spring, his cultivation level began to rise again.
However, this secret method has a fatal flaw. The accumulated cultivation is an "illusion" and will be returned to its original form after being used once. Unless you break through the ten realms in one breath and reach the upper five realms, you can "fake it".
"When it is true, it is also true and false." The uncertainty of falsehood and trueness, confusion of true and false, is a different world.
When he arrived at the Qiulu Inn in this county, the "illusion" realm of young Cui Chan had actually approached the ninth realm again. Only then did he have the opportunity to use the military strategist's method of "inviting gods" to invite the golden body of a Confucian saint.
The realm is fake, but the means are real. That’s why the Hanshi River Water God was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst. Otherwise, how could a man in green robes, who had led water transportation in the north for hundreds of years and the city, not suffer enough, be defeated by Cui Chan?
As tame as a small stream catfish?
Down the well.
The heavy rain of sword energy that fell from the mouth of the well was still menacing, and the sword light was splashed in all directions by the mirror.
The young man in white had almost stepped on the bottom of the water channel at the bottom of the well. The well water and the groundwater in the city connected to the river had long been evaporated by the sword energy.
The young Cui Yan began to count down in his heart.
It is absolutely true that he does not want to kill Chen Pingan, at least for the time being.
Because Cui Chan is more like a tug-of-war, hoping to pull the young man to his own path. At least in the short term, Cui Chan will not only not harm Chen Pingan, but will try his best to help Chen Pingan grow in cultivation. At most, he will quietly change Chen Pingan.
The peaceful nature of mind, the spring breeze and the rain, subtly influenced him, and eventually he became a comrade of Cui Chan. If Chen Pingan was lucky enough to inherit Cui Chan's mantle in the future, Cui Chan would not refuse.
But Cui Chan really wanted to kill Li Baoping.
Because once this little girl grows up in the future, and Cui Chan is still involved with Chen Ping'an after all, the more infamy and exclusion Li Baoping suffers, Cui Chan's cultivation will be more or less affected, which is very important for the pursuit of perfection.
For Cui Chan, this is absolutely intolerable.
The young Cui Chan felt that this was an unreasonable disaster.
Even if I think of a bad guy with ulterior motives, if I want to kill you Chen Ping'an, why bother pretending to be a grandson all the way? It's obviously harmless to you.
Why do you, Chen Pingan, want to kill me just because of a little speculation?!
Why do you think that I can kill people just because I harbor evil intentions for my three children, without any hesitation?
To be continued...