A Liang's trip came and went in a hurry. Chen Ping'an not only didn't think that A Liang was knocked down with one punch, he was no longer the fierce man he thought he was. Instead, he felt that A Liang was particularly handsome like this.
It's just that Chen Ping'an is still a little regretful, as he has never seen A Liang use his sword with his own eyes.
After Chen Pingan looked away, he took off the sword-raising gourd named Jiang Hu, took a sip of wine, and couldn't help but sigh: "After practicing boxing for millions, you should hurry up and practice swordsmanship."
After putting the wine gourd back on, Chen Ping'an was no longer so reserved. He took a deep breath and with a smile on his face, he actually practiced setting up the sword furnace so openly.
The sword-wielding immortal passed by the town in a mighty way, flying in the wind to see the strong winds in the sky, walking far away on the sword, watching the ebb and flow of the tide; the old man surnamed Cui punched out, the ground shook, the mountains shook, and the Fengxue Temple
The Sword Fairy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the sword came first before the man arrived, and the heaven and earth shone brightly...
If some good things are revealed in others and you are envious of them, then go and learn them. As for whether you can learn them or not, you can only tell after working hard.
What a simple thing.
After waiting for a long time, coupled with the previous violent vibrations, which caused panic and uneasiness on and off the Kun ship, Chun Shui was afraid of an accident at the observation deck, so at the risk of offending the distinguished guests, he walked through the study and came to the threshold, where he found that
A monk who was close to the righteous God of Beiyue, Dali, had disappeared. Chun Shui couldn't help but curse, this guy was really elusive.
Realizing that Chen Ping'an seemed to be practicing cultivation, Chun Shui quickly turned around silently without saying a word, and intentionally walked softly when returning to the main hall.
Interfering with the practice of a Qi practitioner or a pure martial artist is a taboo on both sides of the mountain.
The retreat of great Qi practitioners from all continents will be the top priority of the entire sect. Our own Dajiu Mountain caused a huge disturbance more than a hundred years ago. A Nine Realm retreatant tried to break through the Ten Realms.
The "young" elder who is the bottleneck, during the period of seclusion, was temporarily negligent in the Dajiao Mountain, or the enemy sneaked into the mountain top, destroying the foundation of the avenue, and could only stay in the Golden Core Realm in this life. After that, there is no way.
After a long time, his mind became rotten to the point of complete collapse. A senior from the mountain sect who originally had a good reputation became extremely violent, frequently killing his concubines and maids, and even beat a proud disciple of Guanhai Realm into a cripple and almost broke his leg.
In the end, Changshengqiao, who had always favored him and regarded him as his own son, had to personally take action and imprison him in the back mountain prison.
Then the master in charge of the law, who had not left the mountain for a hundred years, made a shocking decision. She went to the ancestral hall to receive the sword of the founder of Dajiu Mountain, went down the mountain with the sword, broke into the enemy's sect, started killing, and took revenge with her own hands.
After being attacked by bandits, he was seriously injured while laughing, and died suddenly within a year after returning to the sect.
Regarding this matter, especially whether the revenge of the Patriarch of the Law is worth it, the disciples of Dajiu Mountain only dare to discuss it privately, but the heroic spirit of the Patriarch of the Law is the same even for the sects and immortals outside of the Dajiu Mountain.
I admired him very much and felt that I had the demeanor of the founder of Dajiao Mountain. After that, I showed many kind gestures to Dajiao Mountain, which had already lost the word "Zong".
Manager Ma, who is in charge of all matters in the Tianzi Room, is a chubby old man with jade rings of various colors on his hands. He needs to personally explain to the distinguished guests in each room and tell them the details of Kunchuan.
The strange movement was not an attack, it was just Kun Yu's occasional naughty play, a rare occurrence in a hundred years.
As for the guests in the other rooms, Dajioshan didn't bother to waste any time explaining anything.
Qiushi opened the door. Hearing that Chen Ping'an was practicing cultivation at the observation deck, the smiling manager Ma asked the girl to pass on the message and don't forget it when you come back.
Before leaving, Manager Ma, who was standing at the door, looked over the slender shoulders of the girl in front of him and looked at the more plump sister Chun Shui. Standing slim by the table, even from the front, he could see the curvature of the girl's buttocks.
The old man reluctantly put away his gaze and joked: "Qiushi, you eat more and I'll make you thinner. It's not good for a girl to be too thin. If you don't want to spend money, it's okay. Brother Ma still has this little money."
, feel free to come to me, and don’t be polite to you Brother Ma, you know?”
Qiushi smiled and agreed.
When she closed the door and sat next to her sister, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and said: "If you look at this old pervert, it will be like a slug crawling on the back of your hand. It's slimy and disgusting! Brother Ma, I'm sorry.
Sister, I really want to punch him in the eye."
Chun Shui joked softly: "I am good-looking, but I don't allow others to take another look at me. You are such a big-tempered young lady. Do you really think of yourself as a fairy in the Xian family? I don't know that Fairy Qiushi is like the one on the boat.
Fairy Liu from Huangliang Pavilion, is she a close friend of yours? Can you help me introduce her to you?"
Qiushi stared and said angrily: "Sister, how could you make fun of me like this!"
Chun Shui suddenly said: "This Mr. Chen from Dali Longquan is quite an easy talker."
Qiushi blinked her watery eyes, "Why, you really don't want to recommend yourself to the pillow mat, do you? You are still a big kid. Do you like it, sister?"
Chun Shui said helplessly: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Qiushi said with a smile: "I know, I know, you like the Master Han Xian from our Dajiu Mountain. That's right. The direct disciple of the master is talented and good-looking. The key is that he is kind to everyone. He went down to the mountain twice to train.
After making such a famous name, you look at him from a distance as he competes with others in swordsmanship during the triennial Dajiao Mountain Celebration, and wow, that’s like the spring breeze blowing and the snow melting..."
Chun Shui leaned forward and unintentionally made an astonishing curve with her chest on the edge of the table. He reached out and patted his sister on the forehead, "You are in the second realm and I am in the second realm. Together, we are not as high as others.
Three years ago he was in the Cave Mansion Realm, maybe when we go back this time, he will be in the Sea Viewing Realm."
Qiushi smiled and grabbed her sister's hand, imitating Ma Guanshi's tone and demeanor, and said inappropriate and teasing words, "Hey, Miss Chunshui, these little hands are so white, such a natural beauty, other people's fairies have ten fingers all year round.
If I don’t get wet with Yang Chunsui, I may not be as good-looking as you..."
Chun Shui was held tightly by her younger sister with one hand, while she covered her mouth with the other and smiled sweetly.
The mountain road is difficult to navigate, but there are always some happy things. For example, the two sisters depend on each other and live a generally peaceful and carefree life since childhood. In their spare time, they can secretly think about some lofty people and things.
Chen Ping'an had already reached the threshold between the study room and the main hall. When he saw this scene, he did not want to disturb the warmth and quietly retreated to the viewing platform.
From beginning to end, there was no sound, and the sisters who were second-level qigong practitioners did not notice it at all.
Chen Pingan simply practiced walking on the observation deck.
The goal he set for himself, to practice boxing for a million dollars, was not counted as one punch, but as a complete six-step move.
If you just pursue speed, even if it is not just around the corner, if you can spend half a day, or about six hours a day, on this trip to the south, practice walking piles tirelessly, plus the number of times accumulated during the Sui Dynasty travel year
, there are still about two and a half years left.
But Chen Ping'an turned to be slow, because the eighteen stops taught by A Liang, after breaking through the six stops, were completely different from the first six stops. After that, they were like rivers flowing, slow and thick, and could not tolerate Chen.
The saying that Ping An is fooling around and haste makes waste is a truth that appears many times in books, and Chen Ping An does not dare to take it seriously.
So as expected, I am afraid that if I successfully reach the side of Xuanxuan Mountain, I will not be able to achieve my goal of practicing boxing for one million dollars.
This made Chen Ping'an feel helpless.
I was originally thinking about meeting next time, but I finally accomplished something.
Now that Chen Ping'an is walking, he is able to get things done naturally. Even if he is thinking about something in his mind, he will not delay the practice of boxing to temper his body and benefit his soul.
Practicing boxing is like reading.
Reading through thousands of volumes, writing is like a god. The principles in the book are indeed the teachings of saints, and they are really not deceptive.
When Chen Ping'an was taking a short rest, he lay on the railing and looked at the sea of clouds. As the sun set, the sea of clouds seemed to be covered with a golden coat. The sparkling golden light was spectacular and refreshing. The two girls introduced before
All over the house, the sea of clouds in Chen Ping'an's eyes at that time were like big white cotton, and they were divided into two levels, high and low. The Kun boat sailed in it, as if the sky was neither high nor far away, which was very interesting.
Chen Ping'an slowly withdrew his gaze. The building he was in was the tallest, and the others were much shorter. On the observation decks of some buildings, there were sparsely standing Qi practitioners who were also admiring the sunset and the sea of clouds. On the periphery of the tall buildings
, within the tall and solid railings, there will be more people walking, and some children, under the care of their elders, are running around, making bursts of laughter.
Then Chen Pingan saw a figure from behind. With his current eyesight, he could clearly see that there was a baggage slung across the back of the man. Under the baggage was a wooden sword. He was wearing an old Taoist robe and had a wooden hairpin in his bun.
The young man slowly turned sideways, looked down at the land, stretched out his palms to cover his eyebrows, and looked in a daze.
Although there was an invisible formation protecting the boundary on Kunyu's back, and the fence emitted faint ripples that were not easy to detect, there was still a breeze blowing through the lips of the unspectacular young Taoist, with the wind blowing over his temples and drifting gently.
Also carrying a wooden sword on his back.
The boy from Mu Ping Lane stood on a high observation deck and lived in a room with a sky-high ceiling. The maidservant could tell stories about the immortals in the Jade Pu Realm. The smallest piece of land in the world under his feet might have many small doors.
The qi practitioners of the sect, especially the wild cultivators struggling in the mountains, rivers and lakes, are like duckweeds without roots, drifting with the tide, and never know which of the five upper realms they are.
And the young Taoist priest who came from nowhere stood silently on the railing at the bottom, hungry, and was weighing whether the remaining money in his purse could support him to get off the ship in Nanjian Kingdom.
Chen Pingan took a few steps back and continued to practice boxing.
Leisurely and at ease, the boxing intention is simple.
Chen Ping'an has been practicing boxing and walking on the observation deck until the night falls and the moon becomes scarce.
When he finally returned to the main hall, he found his maid Qiushi lying on the table and taking a nap. Chun Shui sat quietly aside, looking towards the study with a smile. After looking at Chen Pingan, she quickly reached out to pat her sister on the shoulder, but was
Chen Ping'an waved his hand to indicate that it was okay. Chun Shui hesitated for a moment and then patted Qiushi awake. After the girl regained consciousness, she quickly turned her head and wiped her mouth to avoid showing her ugly face in front of the guests.
Kun Chuan's rules allow a lot of room for maneuver for the friends of Da Li Beiyue Zhengshen, but they are not at all polite to their maids.
Chen Pingan sat at the table and grabbed a fresh green fruit from the celadon basin. It was similar to an unripe tangerine, but it tasted especially sweet after being peeled. Then he handed one to each of them. Chun Shui wanted to refuse,
Unwilling to take it, she was like this, Qiushi had no choice but to reject it together, but was forced by Chen Ping'an to put it on the table in front of them, and they no longer insisted. After all, such a Changchun orange, a specialty of Juluzhou Xiancao Mountain,
After eating it, it is worth the spiritual energy they have accumulated through ten days of hard work.
There are no shortcuts to practice. This is only for talented Qi practitioners. They should guard against arrogance and impetuosity, keep their feet on the ground, and reach the sky step by step.
However, cultivation is clear and full of shortcuts. This is the consensus of all outside disciples of the Immortal Family who are practicing wild cultivators and have mediocre qualifications. As long as you have money, you can practice cultivation when you eat, you have a family background, you have talent, and you live in a place with abundant aura, "uninvited"
"In the cave heaven and paradise, sleeping is all about practicing.
Just like spring water and autumn harvest, the salary saved hard every month can either be exchanged for spiritual fruits like Changchun oranges and low-grade elixirs, which make every bite sad, or one can take a longer-term view and work diligently year after year.
In addition to diligently practicing Qi, you also have to think over and over again, throw away all your belongings, grit your teeth, and make up your mind to buy a magic weapon that you can get your hands on, and it will never be the kind of magic weapon that promotes killing.
, firstly, it is destined to be unaffordable, and secondly, it is meaningless, but it is a spiritual weapon that can cleanse the turbid energy. Bit by bit, the genius qi practitioner can fly up the mountain in one go, and break through the realm every once in a while, which is enviable.
, and they are climbing up step by step. They are the characters who can only envy others, exclaim a few times, and then continue to immerse themselves in practice bitterly.
But after seeing the truly majestic scenery above, who wants to be a rich man or a well-managed woman at the bottom of the mountain?
Of course, some completely discouraged qi practitioners will indeed go down the mountain, and there are indeed some people who are doing well and enjoying life. They are like the gold and silver scholars in the officialdom of secular dynasties. Compared with
The mountain qigong practitioners who are neither high nor low can only talk about whether their life is stressful. The former is indeed more comfortable. For example, if you go down the mountain, be recruited by the imperial government, find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, occupy the mountain and become the king, or live in a big city.
It's certainly good to look after someone's home, protect their home, and serve as a guest.
But these seemingly majestic Qi practitioners are still frustrated people after all. They are not much better than the scholars who failed in the imperial examination and hide in the mountains and forests.
Chun Shui chewed the Periwinkle orange gently and was slightly lost in thought. Her manners were not inferior to those of a lady from a scholarly family. Unlike her younger sister Qiushi, who was happy and cheerful, she just felt that she would be a fool not to eat for free and not to take advantage of others.
Chen Pingan finished eating first and found Qiushi looking at the orange peels on the table eagerly and asked: "Is there any use for orange peels?"
Qiushi replied carelessly: "Mr. Chen, when cooking, tear off a few pieces of orange peel and throw it in. It will be delicious!"
Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up and he thought to himself, I like this. My craftsmanship is really not bad. When I traveled to the Sui Dynasty, it was just a skillful woman who couldn't make a living without rice. Otherwise, Li Baoping and the others would not be thinking about that man all day long.
The old servant's family dinner, even if he drank fish soup, was listless.
Chen Pingan smiled and grabbed two oranges, and handed them to Chunshui Qiushi, "If you eat the oranges, remember to leave the orange peels for me."
Chun Shui Qiu Shi looked at each other in confusion, not wanting to understand the cause and effect. Could it be that this young man holding a jade pendant with the "Kun Chuan Tian" brand has neglected his job to the point where he likes to cook himself? The gentlemen taught by Confucian sages are not particular about cooking at a distance.
?Chen Ping'an didn't care about other people's opinions. He put away three portions of orange peel and put them into his sleeves. He didn't dare to put fifteen square inches of food into his sleeve, and then urged his sisters to eat quickly.
Since all the distinguished guests are so "unfashionable", it is no longer burdensome even for Chun Shui to eat Changchun oranges, let alone my sister Qiushi who is used to being careless.
Chen Pingan smiled slightly.
Chunshui suddenly felt a little warm in her heart.
So this is ah.
It turned out to be a young man whose warm spring breeze warmed people's hearts.
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Finally, Chen Pingan wore orange peels on his sleeves and went to sleep in the bedroom, while the two maids were resting in the wing on the side of the study. All he had to do was ring the silver bell on the bedside, and they would be there when called. And the string of bells
, it is not a vulgar thing. If any dirty and evil wind leaks into the room, the bell will ring on its own.
Chen Ping'an then took off the sword box containing the sword to slay demons and placed it inside the bed against the wall. He lay upright on the bed that was so comfortable that he was not used to it. However, one of his palms was still resting on the sword box.
Then he began to slow down his breathing consciously, and used the breathing method taught by Old Man Yang,
In fact, the two flying swords in the sword-raising gourd, the first and the fifteenth, have already awakened and developed spiritual wisdom. Even if Chen Ping'an sleeps deeply, in a crisis situation, they can still defend themselves against the enemy without the need for sleep. However,
Chen Pingan still didn't dare to sleep too much. He slept lightly until dawn. When Chun Shui tiptoed to get dressed and gently opened the door to her room, Chen Pingan opened it immediately.
Eye.
Because Chen Pingan has long discovered that there are subtle differences between the footsteps of Chun Shui and Qiu Shi.
When you go out, you can never be too cautious.
The maid Chun Shui did not knock on the door to wake Chen Pingan, but was cleaning the house in an orderly manner outside.
It wasn't until Qiushi got up and heard the sound of footsteps that Chen Ping'an stopped setting up the sword stove, put on his straw sandals, got out of bed and walked out for a few steps, silently returned to the bed, slightly increased his footsteps, walked towards the door, and opened the door.
Today, she changed her clothes and applied a blessing. When she turned slightly sideways, the clothes became more and more ironed to her plump figure. Chen Pingan was stunned for a moment, and she blushed a little. Fortunately, her skin was dark, so she didn't look too much.
It turns out that it's not that he has any fancy thoughts, he just thinks that Miss Chunshui's clothes are beautiful. It seems to be called brocade silk, but it shows off her figure too much...
At this moment, Chen Ping'an secretly made up his mind, if I find a wife in the future, I can't wear something like this when I go out. It would be such a disadvantage.
Chun Shui asked Qiu Shi to go to the kitchen to bring the food box. It was time to order breakfast. She asked Chen Ping'an if he wanted to go out for a walk today. By the way, she introduced some places to visit on the ferry. On Kunyu's back, the building
She intentionally or unintentionally skipped the rouge pollen field that is found on almost every cross-continental ferry in the world. In addition, there are various shops, restaurants and gambling stalls, weapons shops, flying sword relay stations, etc., all kinds of things.
, it can be said that although the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs, Chen Pingan clicked his tongue for a while, it is no worse than his hometown town.
The three of them had a sumptuous breakfast together. Chen Ping'an still didn't plan to go out for a stroll. He thought that after practicing boxing, he could stay in the study and read.
Of course, Chun Shui Qiu Shi would not object to this, but Qiu Shi still felt a little regretful. In fact, if room guests shopped at Kun Chuan, they would be rewarded. In the history of Kun Chuan trading in Dajiu Mountain, there was once a jaw-dropping event.
As a result, a maidservant became rich overnight. The guests she took care of at the time were only staying in the lowest-class guest rooms, but she still tried her best, was careful and thoughtful, and did not neglect at all. In the end, she never thought that the inconspicuous young man was actually a
The only seedling of a top-notch fairy family who came out to train. The day before he was about to disembark, he took his maid and passed by the shops without even entering, so he bought all the shops in the first-class Kun ship in one go.
The goods were sold without batting an eyelid, and just the profits and commissions alone amounted to an astronomical amount of wealth.
This is probably because life is unpredictable, but there are green mountains everywhere.
Chen Ping'an lived a boring life like this. The spring water was still the same, but the autumn was a bit boring. That young man was really boring. Every day he would do strange boxing tricks on the observation deck, back and forth, light and slow.
, there was no momentum at all, and it made her feel sleepy. She would either stand there facing the sea of clouds in the distance, or the sunrise and sunset, motionless, and could stand for an hour without moving.
At most, she would read and practice calligraphy in the study. Qiushi would help with polishing at first, but after looking at Chen Pingan's strict handwriting for a long time, she really lost interest. On the other hand, her sister Chunshui always stood beside the young man, and occasionally stood upright.
Feeling sour, she sat not far from the desk. Qiushi secretly joked with her sister about this. This was called red sleeves adding fragrance and plain hand grinding. It was placed in the novels of gifted men and beautiful women. After coming and going, they should be in love and curl up under the quilt together.
Sister Chunshui laughed so hard that she pinched her hard.
When Chen Ping'an was having dinner every day, he would ask which dynasty the Kun ship was flying over today, and would also ask Chun Shui Qiushi to help introduce the customs and customs of those dynasties. After they explained in detail, he realized that even Aquarius Continent was Haoran.
The smallest one among the nine continents in the world, it still makes Chen Ping'an feel that there are so many countries, and the emperor's surname alone has already wiped out all the surnames in the hundreds of surnames.
Nanjian Kingdom is located in the middle of Aquarius Continent, not far from Guanhu Academy, one of the seventy-two Confucian academies.
Speaking of Confucian palaces and academies, Chen Ping'an was curious and asked why there were only two Aquarius Islands and Cliff Academy.
Qiushi laughed heartily with one hand and was extremely happy. With the other hand, he pointed at the ignorant boy and revealed the secret, "Because your Aquarius Continent is too small. We have as many as six in Julu Continent, let alone Yangyangzhong."
So rubbish."
Chun Shui glanced at her sister quietly, but Qiushi couldn't help but laugh, "Mr. Chen's question is indeed funny."
Chen Pingan sat behind the desk and scratched his head.
It turns out that the world is so big.
On this day, after Chen Pingan walked on the observation deck, he looked aimlessly at Yunjuan Yunshu, and suddenly saw the young Taoist priest carrying a wooden sword on his back.
Chun Shui came to Chen Pingan, followed his line of sight, and said softly: "Looking at the style of the Taoist robe, it should be the Taoist priest of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain whose ancestral court is located in the Middle Earth Divine Continent, but the Taoist on the other side of the fence must be
He is an outer disciple, otherwise he would not be dressed like this."
Chun Shui wanted to say, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be so shabby and miserable," but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out.
During these ten days of getting along day and night, Mr. Chen, the distinguished guest in the Tianzhao room next to him, is actually quite humble, and Chun Shui can confirm that the young man is from a serious poverty-stricken background, and is not the kind of wealthy person who "travels around the world in private"
Rich children, wealth and aura need to be exposed through the eyes and ears, not to mention that the young man has never pretended to be rich. For this precocious maid, she didn't show it on her face, but deep down in her heart, there was indeed some indescribable loss.
She continued with a smile and said: "There is a popular saying that spreads throughout the world, both on the mountain and on the mountain: wherever there are demons causing trouble, there must be Taomu Zhang Tianshi."
Chen Pingan snorted.
By some strange coincidence, the down-and-out Taoist priest carrying a mahogany sword turned around to look at him.
Looking at the scenery above, the young Taoist with meager knowledge vaguely saw the young man with a wooden sword and the charming maid beside him, and he felt a little lost.