The small green sword held in the palm of his hand is named Fifteen.
Why does Chen Pingan feel that choosing a name is more careless than his own?
Chen Pingan clearly felt a slightly cool breath that penetrated into his skin, but afterwards it made him feel warm, as if he was basking in the winter sun. Chen Pingan noticed that the mysterious breath was flowing along the meridians in his body,
Slowly flowing through the apertures of the Qi Mansion, finally choosing to stop at the place where a ray of sword energy was previously hidden, sneaking into it, wandering leisurely in the empty "mansion", and meeting another aperture where the silver sword embryo lives.
Acupoints echo each other from a distance.
Old Man Yang blew out a smoke ring and nodded: "To my surprise, this sword is destined to be with you. It shouldn't have been so smooth. I also thought about sending Buddha to the west to help you once.
The flying sword first surrenders in one of your acupoints, and then relies on your perseverance to make it obey orders."
The old man used his magical power and saw the unusually docile and peaceful flying sword in Chen Ping'an's Qi Mansion. He hesitated for a moment and asked: "I'm really curious and ask you two questions. It's up to you whether you want to answer. Chen Ping'an."
You have been practicing boxing for so long, and you have only one foot on the threshold of the three realms. Are you in a hurry? And when you are practicing boxing, have you come up with any ideas that have supported you to this day?"
Chen Pingan answered honestly: "I will be anxious, but I know it is useless to be anxious, because it is just like porcelain and drawing blanks. The more anxious you are, the more mistakes you make, so you don't think too much about it. Sometimes you just can't stop thinking, so you just let yourself go."
I would empty my head and rely on instinct to follow the rules, or choose a place with a wide view and practice the sword furnace. If it still doesn't work, I will read and practice calligraphy. If it doesn't work, I will have nothing to do, so I will just think about it, such as thinking about it.
How much money do you have now..."
Speaking of this, Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed.
Old Yang's face remained as usual, "Continue to the second question."
Chen Ping'an straightened his back subconsciously. He didn't want to hide anything, and he didn't want to hide it at all. He was like a pauper with only four walls, showing off the most valuable thing in his house, full of unreasonable confidence, "I'm doing embroidery."
Jiang Shang fought with someone, and one thing became more and more certain, that is, when I feel that I am right, no matter who the opponent is, every time I punch, I can be faster! Every next time, I will be faster.
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Old Man Yang asked: "Quickly? I'll give you ten thousand punches and one hundred thousand punches. Can you hit the corner of my clothes?"
Chen Pingan was not discouraged at all, and blurted out naturally: "I will compare myself first. I feel I have a clear conscience, and then I will compare myself with others!"
Old Man Yang hummed, "If you think so, that's right for you."
Ma Kuxuan, who was also born in a small town, is the ultimate in another path. What he pursues is to be truly above ten thousand people and a leader among his peers. This is not because Ma Kuxuan is too conceited, but because his talent is solid.
It's too good to dare to think like this, which is a waste of nature. If God doesn't take it, you will be blamed for it.
As for the young man in the back alley who just took off his hosta, he should be on another road. He is inconspicuous at first glance, and still inconspicuous at second glances. No matter how many times he sees it, at most he thinks it is pretty good. In fact, he is not that stupid, and he is still a bit fancy.
, and then most people will stop paying attention.
Old Man Yang said sternly: "I will teach you two sets of mantras for controlling the 'Fifteenth'. One set is used to warm and nourish the sword element, and the other set is used to open and close locks and objects."
Chen Pingan asked in advance: "With two flying swords being warmed and maintained in the body at the same time, won't there be any conflict?"
Old Man Yang sneered: "Ruan Qiong doesn't have two natal swords. In order to forge swords and seek enlightenment, he has to consume a lot of natural materials and treasures, as well as be distracted by some personal affairs. Otherwise, with his qualifications and family background, he will have to raise two more swords."
It's okay. The natal flying sword depends on the opportunity. The time is not up. You can't ask for it in a hundred years. The time has come and you can't stop it. It's just the natal sword. It's not about ordering troops on the battlefield. The more the better. It's a sword cultivator's dream.
It is said that one sword can defeat all kinds of magic. Why not say 'two swords and three swords'? It lies in the true perfection of the peak sword cultivator. It is enough to have a flying sword that suits your heart. Any more will be a burden. As for the
You Chen Ping'an, practicing boxing is a life-threatening practice, why practicing swordsmanship, I don't bother to guess, but there are magic weapons and the like on the mountains outside, you are just like saving copper coins, you think it is too much money, and it is too tiring to carry it in your pocket? Will you?
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Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "How big is the square inch of the '15th' year, and how much can it hold?"
Old Man Yang smiled and said: "It's almost the same length, width and height as your locust wood sword. It's not bad. It's better than an ordinary square-inch object. A mountain of gold and silver can't fit in it, but at least you don't have to carry it on your back.
Use the big bamboo basket to travel around the world. Remember, don't put any living things into it, such as the piece of sword embryo Chuyi. Once you forcefully ingest it, some of the rules of the 'Dongtian Paradise' will be broken, and both jade and stone will be destroyed.
When the time comes, just feel sorry for yourself."
After that, Old Man Yang taught Chen Pingan two sets of formulas and repeated them twice. After Chen Pingan remembered them in his heart, the old man continued to smoke the dry cigarette, and the smoke rose in curls.
In the dark, Chen Ping'an seemed to have built a single-plank bridge with the small jade sword in the Qi Mansion. Being able to talk to it was an indescribable feeling.
Chen Ping'an thought, his soul trembled slightly, and the flying sword came out of his body without any hindrance, but he couldn't stop it and went straight to Old Man Yang. Old Man Yang didn't even blink, and the green pocket flew out.
The sword seemed to have hit a high wall, and bounced back to Chen Pingan in a daze. It disappeared in a flash, and quickly slipped back to the Qi Palace, like a sulking child, unwilling to pay attention to Chen Pingan's inner call.
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Chen Pingan was a little panicked.
Old Man Yang found it a bit funny and said slowly: "All the previous masters before the fifteenth year were not famous people. I have never met a master as stupid as you. He is so bad at handling the sword. Naturally, he feels embarrassed.
It doesn’t want to come out and show off. It’s okay. As long as you practice diligently, the connection between you will become closer in the future. When you win its real recognition, you, the master, will have more control, even if it wants to destroy it on its own.
, it is not difficult to dissipate between heaven and earth."
Chen Pingan nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he could immerse himself in doing things and do things better, Chen Pingan was not afraid.
What he is afraid of are those things that he can't do well no matter how hard he tries, such as firing porcelain.
Old Man Yang suddenly said: "Do you know why Fifteen is willing to share weal and woe with you even though he knows your qualifications are average? It's because you thought of the crucial word 'fast'. This is fundamentally related to Fifteen's sword intention.
The same thing is true. The flying sword of Fifteen is fast, so fast that it can catch all opponents off guard, seize the opportunity, and be invincible."
Chen Ping'an suddenly realized, and at the same time, he thought about the sword embryo whose real name was "Xiao Fengdu". The reason why it conflicted with him was probably that he had not yet understood its sword intention.
Old Man Yang waved his hand, "I haven't moved around much lately, just quietly waiting for news about Ruan Qiong."
Chen Pingan was about to speak but stopped.
The old man said angrily: "New Year's greetings? Not to mention whether I am willing to make an exception and accept it, can you give me something that I like? To say the least, even if there is something that I like, are you willing to give it? Go ahead.
Go, after talking about the business, hurry back to Luo Po Mountain to stay. As for the belongings you put at the blacksmith shop, I will ask someone to bring them over to you. It is too conspicuous and inappropriate for you to appear near the sword furnace."
Chen Ping'an knew the old man's temper, so he stood up and left the Yang's pharmacy without any hesitation.
Just as he stepped out of the pharmacy door, Chen Pingan couldn't help but turn around and go back. After passing the side room, he saw the old man sitting there puffing away smoke. Chen Pingan bowed to the old man.
Old Man Yang accepted it calmly.
After Chen Ping'an left again, the old man knocked on the yellow-colored bamboo stick dry smoke, and his thoughts were wandering.
Over the long years, the old man has secretly made countless deals. Even to this day, he still doesn't think too highly of that young man. If someone is really good in life, so good that it can be described as a blessing, then he will always be good.
, until a certain bad fate comes, the mountains collapse and the earth breaks apart, which makes people cry. But life is hard, it is still difficult to stand up, ups and downs, ups and downs, how high you really want to go, it is difficult, it is easy to be defeated by those days.
The proud people keep their distance and can only follow others and eat dust.
Chen Ping'an is like a weed next to the crop field under the old man's nose. It has been crushed down time and time again in the wind and rain, and it is lingering. Maybe a local dog doesn't like to step aside when peeing, but every time the spring breeze blows, every new year comes.
new ambience.
So Old Man Yang is willing to go with the trend, so he might as well place a bet on this young man who was originally the least optimistic. It is a small bet that will make you happy. If you lose, it won't hurt you. If you win, it will be an extra surprise.
If your life is good, you must work hard.
A tough life means more stamina.
But Old Man Yang knew the general trend. In the age of great strife, when a hundred schools of thought contended, and all the heroes came together, it would be a "big year" in which geniuses would emerge, which would not be seen in thousands of years.
On the road of spiritual practice, one step is slow and the other is slow. It is really difficult for you, Chen Pingan, to stand out.
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Chen Ping'an walked on the small street and said to himself: "Fifteen, I'm sorry for making you lose face. I will work hard to practice the sword-handling formula in the future and try not to make a fool of myself like I did today."
Chen Pingan does feel a little guilty.
When others show kindness to him, if he cannot do something, Chen Pingan will feel uneasy with his conscience.
The green flying sword in the Qi Palace jumped slightly, and it seemed that his mood improved instantly, and he forgave Chen Ping'an for his poor sword control that had made him laugh before.
Chen Ping'an couldn't help but smile, thinking that compared to the grumpy Chu Yi, who also had a flying sword, Fifteen was actually much gentler.
As a result, as soon as Chen Ping'an came up with such an idea, the sword embryo began to leave his nest in the first grade of junior high school and was overwhelmed with pain. Chen Ping'an hunched over in pain and stood there, unable to take a step out.
Fifteen noticed something strange, and swooped out of the Qi Mansion, swimming all the way, quickly passing through many passes, and finally arrived at the "doorstep" of the first grade of junior high school, hanging in the air, spinning gently, as if he was hesitating whether to visit or not.
Chen Ping'an couldn't move forward normally, so he had to move hard and sit on the steps at the fork in the street.
Probably because Fei Jian Fifteen attracted his attention, Jian Fei let Chen Pingan go on the first day of the new year.
The two flying swords, which are destined to be "unkind to others", are hovering inside and outside the door of the Qi Mansion. They look like a fierce confrontation, but also like a hesitant encounter.
Chen Pingan took advantage of this gap to take a deep breath, take a short rest, and then trotted towards Qilong Lane, calling for the boy in green and the girl in pink skirt, and returned to Luo Luoshan.
Missed the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
Parted unhappy.
Approaching Zhenzhu Mountain, Chen Pingan was beaten again and again on the first day of the new year, which made Chen Pingan almost roll on the ground. He had to grit his teeth and squat on the ground, sweating profusely, and almost fainted with black eyes. Chen Pingan could only work hard for ten seconds.
The Eight-stop breathing method has now broken the big bottleneck between six and seven, allowing Chen Ping'an to vaguely maintain a little clarity during the tug-of-war with the sword embryo, but the price he paid for this was clarity.
Chu felt the tremendous pain caused by the shock of all the souls. This torture was no less painful than skinning and the pain of Ling Chi.
Fifteen was ready to make a move, but he still did not leave his habitat, as if he still planned to watch the fire from the other side before making up his mind.
By the time he was content to regain his composure on the first day of the new year, Chen Pingan had just been fished out of the water. He continued on his way staggeringly, staggering and swaying, but even Chen Pingan didn't realize that he was invisible.
The fist spirit flowing through his body became stronger and stronger.
In the mountains, there was a barefoot old man in ragged clothes. His vision was turbid. He was like a headless fly running around, stumbling and repeating, "Where is your humble gentleman? Where is my humble gentleman..."
In an instant, the crazy old man's eyes suddenly became brighter. After looking around, he did not rise from the ground, let alone fly by the wind. Instead, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, carefully examined the trend of the mountains, and then stepped forward in one step.
When he came out, he walked directly in front of a group of three people. The old man looked at the sweating young man walking on the pile and asked: "Is your name Chen Ping'an?"
Chen Ping'an tensed up and nodded: "Yes, sir, do you have anything to do with me?"
The child in green clothes had dull eyes and a heart filled with despair.
Why, after leaving the small town, I thought I was letting the birds fly, and then walking on a remote road in the mountains, I started to punch my own gods and monsters to death?
The old man looked furious and asked hurriedly: "I am Cui Chan... I am Cui Chan's grandfather, are you his husband now?"
Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then became more cautious and said, "That's right."
The old man spoke very quickly, "How is he doing now? Will he be bullied?"
Chen Pingan thought for a while and found it difficult to answer this question. Because Cui Dongshan, the young national master, or Cui Dongshan who went to Shanya Academy, had a really bad life during that trip. Chen Pingan did not want to deceive this man who called himself Cui Dongshan.
Grandpa Han was a down-and-out old man, but he didn't dare to tell the truth. Subconsciously, Chen Ping'an felt that the old man in front of him was very similar to the mountain-moving ape from Zhengyang Mountain before, but the difference was only in the level of cultivation between the two.
The mountain-moving ape is taller, but the old man in front of me is taller. Chen Ping'an's Taoism is too low to see the depth at all.
The old man just frowned, making Chen Ping'an and the two little guys feel a sense of suffocating oppression. The old man snorted coldly: "Although you are my grandson's husband, I should respect you, but you are not even pure in the three realms."
Wufu, how can I be my grandson’s mentor?! If my grandson encounters trouble in the future, you, the teacher, will have no choice but to sit back and watch the show from a distance?! No, absolutely not!"
The sloppy old man's eyes were as sharp as knives, and he stared at Chen Ping'an, "Take me to a place you think is safe, I want to help you!"
Without waiting for Chen Pingan to nod and shake his head, the old man stood beside Chen Pingan and grabbed Chen Pingan's shoulder with his five fingers like hooks. "Speak quickly! Time will not wait for me. I will wake up for at most one stick of incense. Don't waste time!"
Chen Pingan was confused.
But the old man casually shook his shoulder, which not only made Chen Ping'an feel heartbroken, but even the two flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month buzzed and whined endlessly. After all, the power they could exert was incomparable with Chen Ping'an's realm cultivation.
Because they are related to each other, it is impossible to go out and stop the old man from being aggressive at the moment.
The boy in blue and the girl in pink didn't dare to move, not because they didn't want to, but because they couldn't.
According to legend, pure warriors who have reached the top of the world, such as those at the top of the mountain in the ninth realm, have condensed their momentum and released it like sword energy, which is unstoppable. With just a roar, they can shatter the courage of the enemy, whether in the world or in the martial arts world.
It's not uncommon on the battlefield.
The old man shouted angrily: "Speak quickly! If you keep complaining, I don't care whether you are my grandson's husband or not, I will punch you and break your hands and feet!"
Chen Ping'an had a determined look in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and was ready to fight to the death to gain a chance of survival for himself.
The old man looked at him, laughed loudly, let go of the young man's shoulders, took a step back, and laughed loudly: "Little boy, you have some skills, not bad, good stuff! If it falls into the hands of other bullshit martial arts masters, then
No matter how hard I try to shape you, you won’t be able to achieve success, but I’m different!”
Wei Bo, dressed in white clothes, appeared on the mountain road with ecstasy. After a moment of silence, he smiled at Chen Ping'an and said, "You might as well take this old gentleman to the Bamboo House. If you agree, I will lead the way."
The old man looked at Wei Bo and said, "Hey, it's been a long time since I've seen such a human-looking mountain god. It's interesting and interesting. When I regain some strength, I will definitely come and discuss with you if I have the chance."
Wei Bo smiled and said: "Old sir, don't come to me for discussion. Please polish your grandson's martial arts realm. I guess he will be busy enough."
The old man had a sarcastic smile on his face, "Stop talking nonsense, take me to Chen Ping'an's territory, which is called Luolu Mountain. I know there is a place over there that is suitable for sharpening knives. Lead the way!"
Wei Bo was not annoyed at all by the old man's domineering aura. He nodded with a smile, snapped his fingers, the landscape reversed, and the group of people instantly appeared outside Luo Luo Shan Bamboo House.
Chen Ping'an looked at Wei Bo, who nodded slightly.
The old man grabbed his shoulder and jumped to the second floor. He pushed Chen Ping'an in through the door. The old man raised his eyebrows and laughed happily: "What a great place! I can wake up at least once a day."
In terms of time, it is really not inferior to the Cave Heaven Paradise. I finally have a bit of the gentlemanly bearing of my family."
The old man took a few steps back and asked, "Chen Ping'an, can you endure hardship?"
Chen Pingan, who was confused from beginning to end, nodded subconsciously and said: "It can be eaten."
The old man asked again: "Will it cause great suffering if you eat it?"
Chen Pingan did not dare to answer this question.
The old man was a little unhappy and cursed: "Like a little girl, if you can do it, you can do it, but if you don't do it, you can't do it. What a big deal! It's so unpleasant. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be happy to serve you!"
Chen Pingan silently told himself that the old man in front of him was not very bright, so he didn't need to take it to heart and just let him have his say.
The old man stepped forward with one foot and formed a simple boxing stance in which one punch was suspended forward and the other was held close to the chest. It was simple, but it became astonishingly powerful in an instant.
The old man said solemnly: "You can only become a master by enduring hardships. As martial artists, if we want to go up, before we reach the top, we have to be a wild dog foraging for food on the roadside! We have to tell ourselves,
If you want to live happily, you must contend with the Great Way of Heaven and Earth! Compete with bullshit gods! Compete with fellow warriors! Finally, you must compete with yourself! Compete for that breath!"
"When you exhale this breath, it will make the heaven and earth change color! It will make the gods kneel down and kowtow. It will make all the warriors in the world feel that you are the one above!"
At this moment, the white-haired old man, who was clearly worse than a beggar, was so majestic and energetic that it was unparalleled!
The old man seemed to be telling the young man a truth clearly.
The person in front of you is invincible in the world!