Chapter 458: Entering the mountain and climbing the building to see the old man
There was no night ban in the town. At night, Chen Ping'an left Mu Ping Alley, took a slight detour, and took his horse to Yang's shop.
After knocking on the door, the door was opened by a young man who was awake and awake. He should be the new disciple of Old Man Yang mentioned in Wei Bo's letter.
Chen Pingan apologized: "Is your master asleep?"
The young man yawned and asked, "What do you think?"
Chen Pingan was speechless.
I was used to the intrigues and quibbles over at Shujian Lake, and for a while I felt a little uncomfortable.
The young man frowned and asked, "Why are you looking for my master? Are you sick?"
Chen Ping'an couldn't help but laugh. He was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I am indeed here to see a doctor."
The young man frowned, a little confused.
Under the moonlight, the young man in sight has slightly sunken cheeks and a haggard appearance. He looks like a short-lived ghost. His accent is that of someone from his hometown, but I have never seen him before.
It's just that my master doesn't like to show up, so he probably won't do this unsolicited deal tonight. What's more, there was such a big commotion before, and now the reputation and business of Yang's shop are not very good, and there are a lot of neighbors.
The neighbors had a grudge, and now they all like to go to a pharmacy over the Mooncake Alley to get medicine and see a doctor. He and his senior sister are busy every day. The master is also a weirdo who has a grudge against Qianzi. He never cares about the lack of people in Yang's shop. His family
Everyone was murmuring that last year they thought about asking him to change his family, and just work as an errand at the Kiln Supervision and Construction Office. His uncle had already cleared the door, but he was not very happy about it. He felt that he would have to deal with those officials and see him every day.
When you meet someone, you bow your head and bend down, which is boring.
Since Old Man Yang had no intention of showing up, Chen Pingan thought about coming to the shop next time. Just as he was about to say goodbye and leave, a slim young woman walked out. Her skin was slightly dark and slender, but she should be a beauty. Chen Pingan
Ping An also knew that this woman was one of Old Man Yang's disciples, the senior sister of the boy in Taoye Lane, and was a kiln worker in Qilong Lane. There were many things to pay attention to when burning the kiln. For example, women were not allowed to get close to the kiln-shaped objects while the kiln was on fire.
In Wolong's Dragon Kiln, Chen Ping'an didn't quite know how she became a kiln worker back then, but she probably did some dirty and tiring work. After all, the rules of ancestors were laid there for generations, and almost everyone abided by them. Compared with the discipline of monks in the mountains outside,
The Zushitang precepts seem to be more effective.
The woman's voice was like a knife grinding stone, extremely hoarse and rough, and she said slowly: "Master said, I can't help you. From now on, you can reminisce about the past, but you can't do business."
Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "Tell your master and I will come back to visit you later."
The woman hesitated for a moment and glanced at the long sword behind Chen Pingan, "Is the guest a pure martial artist?"
Chen Pingan asked: "You too?"
The woman remained silent.
Chen Pingan asked: "Where does Zheng Dafeng live now?"
The woman then continued to speak: "He likes to hang out in the county town and doesn't come to the shop often."
Chen Ping'an glanced at her and the sleepy Taoye Lane boy, then led the horse away with a smile.
The two people who were born and raised here probably still don't know who their master is, how many saints of the three religions this Yang's shop has received, and what it means to recognize the identity of master and disciple with Old Man Yang.
I wonder if someone looked at me this way back then?
When the boy closed the door of the shop, he complained to the senior sister who was standing motionless: "I don't like this sickly guy. He looks at people with such a cold look."
She was too poor, hungry and cold when she was young, and endured too much hard work as a girl. As a result, the woman is now as tall as an ordinary city girl. She is not good at words and smiles, so she did not speak and just looked at that
A distant figure holding a sword on a horse.
She is the young senior sister and has a stable mood, so she was exposed to the power of some masters earlier. In less than three years, she is now a pure martial artist in the fourth realm. However, in order to break through the most difficult bottleneck of the third realm,
She would rather die of pain than swallow the ointment in the porcelain bottle, so she got through that hurdle. The master didn't care at all, he just sat there and puffed away, not even watching indifferently, because
The old man didn't look at her at all, just thinking about himself and wandering thousands of miles away.
After she struggled to sit up with blood all over her body, she covered her face with her hands and cried with joy. Surviving a catastrophe will lead to good fortune in the future. The old saying does not lie.
The old man glanced sideways at the surviving disciple, who was smoking a cigarette on the steps, and finally said, "Your character and toughness are only half of a certain person's, so it's worth being happy? That person is not much older than you."
Years old, I was also an apprentice in the Long Kiln back then. I was worse than you. I was helpless earlier and depended on myself for everything. Isn’t it amazing to break through the three realms in three years? With this little potential, I want to grab what’s left in Aquarius Continent.
Mountain top realm? But I have a suggestion. Next time he breaks up the martial arts gift again, just hold the bowl, kneel on the ground, and catch what he doesn’t want. Even he can’t compare.
, you dare to ask Zheng Dafeng who that Cao Ci is? He is young and not thin-skinned, but I have gained a good disciple. Do you want me to go to the grave of your sissy uncle, make a toast and say thank you? "
Master either doesn't speak, but every time he speaks, his words can make people feel heartbroken.
She is like this, and her junior brother Shi Lingshan is not much better. The only difference is that her junior brother dares to complain in private, but she does not.
Chen Pingan led the horse to the edge of the town, where the Li Huai family's house was. He stopped for a moment, walked out of the end of the alley, got on his horse, and went to the nearest hill first. He bought it with only one gold and copper coin.
On the Zhenzhu Mountain, we drove our horses to the top of the hill and looked at the town. Late at night, the lights were slightly brighter everywhere, such as Fulu Street, Taoye Lane, the county government office, and the Kiln Supervisory Office. If you turn your head and look northwest, you will see the
Over at Xinjun City in the north of the mountain, thousands of lights are gathered together, so that the night sky is slightly haloed with yellow light. From this, we can see the excitement there. It must be a bustling scene with lights like daylight.
Zhenzhu Mountain is the smallest mountain among the mountains in the west. It can't be smaller. The reason why Chen Ping'an bought it in the first place was very simple. It was cheap. Other than that, he didn't have any complicated thoughts at all.
At that time, I was still thinking about building a thatched hut in Zhenzhu Mountain. This way, it would be more convenient to go to the town, which is only a few steps away. A round trip from Zhenzhu Mountain to Muping Lane, even on foot, would not cost much.
effort.
Chen Pingan sat on the horse, looking back from the outline of the town in the night, and saw a route out of the town and into the mountains. When he was young, he once carried a large basket on his back, went into the mountains to collect herbs, and staggered along.
In the hot summer, his shoulders were sore from the rope. At that time, it felt like he was carrying an ancestral house on Mud Bottle Lane. That was the first time in his life that Chen Pingan wanted to give up. He persuaded himself with a very legitimate reason: You are young and have strong strength.
Too young, let’s talk about collecting herbs tomorrow. At worst, we should get up early tomorrow and go into the mountains in the early morning. Don’t rush on the road under the bright sun anymore. I didn’t see any young and strong men working in the fields along the way...
Chen Pingan breathed out gently, turned the horse's head, and descended from Zhenzhu Mountain.
Nowadays, when entering the mountain, the road is flat and wide, connecting the tops of the mountains. It is no longer as rugged and difficult as it used to be.
The mountains are endless. Even if there is a road, Luolu Mountain is located in the south of the mountains. It still takes a lot of time to walk all the way from Zhenzhu Mountain in the east. In addition, Chen Ping'an walks slowly and seems to want to see more of the routes.
The scenery on every mountain top is often stopped, or he is just leading the horse, so by the time Chen Ping'an arrived at the Luolu Mountain boundary, it was already a day and two nights later, and this was under the premise that Qu Huang's foot strength was far better than that of ordinary horses.
When Chen Pingan was riding a horse, he would occasionally pinch the horse's belly lightly, and Qu Huang would consciously tighten the horse's hoofs, leaving a series of horse hoof marks on the road, and then Chen Pingan would turn around and look.
Over the years, I have often been like this, looking for boring things to do, which is both fun and leisure in my busy life.
The accountant who was silent most of the time would often do these weird little things in the eyes of Zeng Ye, Ma Duyi and Gu Can.
I would squat on the ground and use stones to draw a chessboard, or study the few Go patterns over and over again, or play a game of backgammon with myself.
One person and one rider, the mountain gradually goes deeper and deeper.
Wei Bo, who was probably the first person to gain insight into Chen Ping'an's whereabouts, never showed up.
You must know that now not only Longquan County, the watersheds governed by Longxu River and Tiefu River, but also the Xiuhua River and the ghost mansion of the wedding lady with the beautiful water and high wind plaque are all part of the Beiyue territory. Wei Bo sits high on Piyun Mountain
, overlooking all living beings, especially those Qi practitioners, as if they were watching fire.
However, Wei Bo did not show up early, which was unexpected, but it was reasonable.
In the early years, the relationship between the two was not deep. At first, they relied on a Liang to maintain their relationship. Later, they gradually became friends. There was a bit of a "friendship between gentlemen". Wei Bo could take Chen Ping'an around on "hunting tours" based on his personal preferences.
"The jurisdiction of Beiyue helped Chen Ping'an put an amulet from the Beiyue Mountain Temple on his body. But now that the two are deeply involved and tend to be allies, they have to talk about avoiding suspicion, even if it is superficial.
Do it, otherwise the Dali court will probably be unhappy. After all, you, Wei Bo, are the first Five Sacred Gods respected by our court. You just team up with others to do business, and then kill the Song family of Dali.
The price? Even if Wei Bo is willing to do this, he doesn't care about the face of the Song family in Dali, and relies on the identity of a Beiyue Zhengshen who has already settled down, and is arrogant and domineering, grabbing real benefits for himself and others, Chen Ping'an will not
Dare to agree, a business that makes you rich overnight, or a long-lasting friendship, obviously the latter is more secure.
What's more, Wei Bo has always been thoughtful and forward-thinking, and he is trustworthy.
Otherwise, Chen Pingan would not have sent so many letters to Piyun Mountain over the years.
At dawn, we finally arrived at the foot of Luolu Mountain.
An archway has been built at the mountain gate, but no plaque has been hung yet. In fact, there is a mountain temple on the top of Luolu Mountain, and a plaque of the mountain god should be hung. However, the mountain god who was a former kiln superintendent had bad luck.
, Chen Ping'an was living under someone else's roof in Luolu Mountain, where his family business was based. Not only did he have a tense relationship with Wei Bo, but there was also an enigmatic martial arts master living there in Zhulou. There was another problem.
Black giant pythons often wandered around Luopo Mountain. Back then, Li Xisheng used the small snow cone to write characters on the wall of the bamboo building, causing the entire Luopo Mountain to fall a few points. The mountain temple was the most affected.
The mountain god temple in Luolu Mountain is the least popular among the three mountain temples in Longquan County. This mountain god master who was sculpted into a golden body after his death can be said to be unpopular in every aspect.
Wei Bo slowly walked down the mountain, followed by Shi Rou far behind.
Chen Pingan got off his horse and asked with a smile: "How many are Pei Qian and the others?"
Wei Bo gloated: "I deliberately didn't tell them your whereabouts. The three little guys thought that you, the master and husband, were going to return to Longquan County from Hongzhu Town. Now they must be waiting eagerly. As for Zhu Lian,
I have been wandering around the county town in the past few days, and I said that I accidentally fell in love with a good young man who practices martial arts. I dare not say it because he is high, but there is hope for a golden body. I just want to give it to my young master when he returns home.
A good start."
Chen Pingan and Wei Bo walked side by side, Shi Rou still followed from a distance, and they just nodded to each other, even as they said hello.
Chen Ping'an apologized: "I'm really sorry that I kept putting off the purchase of the mountain."
Dressed in white, Wei Bo walks on the mountain road, walking like a god on the lake. A golden earring hangs on one side of his ear. He is really a god among gods. He smiled and said: "Actually, at the end of the eleventh year of Yongjia, this business was almost
The talks are about to break down. The Dali court uses the Niujiao Mountain Xianjia Ferry as a reason to sell it to monks and should be included in the Dali military. It has clearly shown signs of repentance. At most, it will sell it to you and me for one or two.
A large and useless hilltop on the side is a small compensation for my face. I can’t insist on it anymore. But when the new year comes, the Dali Ministry of Rites temporarily shelved the matter. The first month passed again, and when the Dali Ministry of Rites
The gentlemen finished their work, celebrated the festival, had enough to eat and drink, and returned to Longquan County again. Suddenly, they changed their tune and said they could wait a little longer, so I guessed that you should have successfully finished your stay at Shujian Lake."
Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly and said, "It's not going well at all."
Wei Bo turned his head and looked at the current appearance of Chen Ping'an, and laughed and said: "You can see that it is only slightly better than the 'shape pinguli' that a layman must go through when he turns to Shinto, but it is terrible. Pei Qian and others saw it
If I see you, I probably won’t be able to recognize you.”
Chen Pingan scratched his head and sighed, "Even if we reach an agreement on buying the mountain, I still have a lot of debt over Shujian Lake."
Wei Bo smiled and said: "After all, it's just the word money that worries me. It's better than the initial ups and downs of my mood. I was wrong in everything. It's too much, right?"
Chen Ping'an smiled, nodded and said, "That's right."
Wei Bo suddenly said: "I don't have any money to lend you, I'm just an empty frame of the Beiyue gods, but if you can use this to defraud the gods to get money, just take it and make money, it's up to you."
Chen Ping'an rubbed his hands gently and said with a smile: "This is so embarrassing."
Wei Bo was stunned for a moment. His tone was not like that of Chen Ping'an back then. It seemed that if he was not careful, this guy would get off the mountain and try to make money by using the tiger-skin banner of Beiyue Zhengshen?
Wei Bo quickly patted Chen Ping'an on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Forget it if I'm sorry. I don't have the nerve to make you embarrassed. As friends, we should be considerate of each other..."
Shi Rou followed the two of them from a distance. To be honest, she was really shocked when she saw Chen Pingan for the first time at the gate of Luolu Mountain.
We haven’t seen each other for a few years, and things have changed a lot.
Could it be that Sui Youyou, Lu Baixiang, Wei Xian and Zhu Lian were all gone one after another, so he could only attack the lake of slips single-handedly, and then left countless slip lakes for Ye Xiu to reveal his true form and live in a miserable state? Can he survive?
Are you satisfied to leave the right and wrong place known as Aquarius Continent? Shi Rou will not underestimate Chen Pingan because of this. After all, the lawlessness of Shujian Lake has been controlled by Zhu Lian and the mountain god Wei Bo in recent years.
Chatting, she knew some of the inside story, and understood that Chen Ping'an, even with Zhu Lian by his side, was destined to be unable to fight his way out of Shujian Lake with his fists. After all, one Jiejiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao was enough for all outsiders.
It’s a pot, not to mention that Liu Laocheng will return to Shujian Lake later. He is the only wild cultivator in Aquarius Continent who has reached the fifth realm.
Chen Ping'an said: "Tell Pei Qian and the others, don't let them wait in Hongzhu Town."
Wei Bo smiled knowingly, nodded, whistled, and then said: "Go back quickly, Chen Ping'an is already at Luolu Mountain."
It's like a leaf of duckweed whirling in the rushing water and disappearing in a flash.
Then, near the raised eaves of a roof in Hongzhu Town, Wei Bo's familiar voice sounded beside the three little guys Pei Qian.
Pei Qian, who was holding his cheek, widened his eyes, "Really?"
The boy in Tsing Yi, who was lying on the roof basking in the sun, rubbed his chin, "I think Wei Bo is bluffing. He's just trying to tease us after he's full."
The girl in pink skirt sitting next to Pei Qian said softly: "Mr. Wei shouldn't lie to people about this kind of thing, right?"
Pei Qian stood up suddenly, clenched his fists with both hands, and bumped lightly, "My master is really mysterious. He caught the three of us by surprise without saying a word. Do you think he is powerful or not?"
The girl in pink skirt covered her mouth and smiled.
The boy in Tsing Yi said angrily: "What a heck, we have been waiting here for so many days in vain, and when I don't see him, he asks for a red envelope as soon as we meet him. If there is one less person, I will be anxious with Chen Ping'an."
Pei Qian turned to look at the boy in green, holding the hilt of the sword on his waist with one small hand at the same time, and said seriously: "Friends are friends, but the world is big and the master is the biggest. If you continue to be so unruly, one day will come."
If you even think about taking advantage of my master, I will kill you."
He spoke very old-fashionedly, which was Pei Qian's usual style.
Probably because of his young age, he likes to talk big and weird things, so it's hard for people to tell which of Pei Qian's words are true and which are careless words that can be ignored.
The boy in green rolled his eyes and said, "Just rely on your three-legged cat kung fu?"
Pei Qian shook his head, "I'm familiar with the old cook. I asked him to beat you to death, and I'll take your head again. You're right."
The girl in the pink skirt was a little nervous, fearing that the two guys would fight if they disagreed.
Although they often quarreled and quarreled, they never really did it. The two of them often liked "literary fights", talking about some magical magical skills that could move mountains and seas, and compete with each other.
The boy in green weighed the weight of Yuanyoujing Wufu and the relationship between the old cook and Pei Qian. Then there was the snobbish Wei Bo, who seemed to be very impressed by Pei Qian. He was extremely sad in his heart and jumped up immediately, with a look on his face.
Flattery said: "Nvxia Pei, why can't you take a joke? Chen Ping'an is your master and also my master. The whole family is harmonious and makes money. What's the point of talking about a dog's head but not a dog's head? Besides, I'm not a dog; I'm
A big dragon that has been patted on the shoulder by the three Taoist masters several times. In our Lizhu Dongtian and Longquan County, who dares? With my heroic spirit, you should respect me more and don’t say this again in the future.
It’s childish and not good to say something in anger that hurts the kindness.”
Pei Qian said seriously: "I'm not joking with you, we people in the world are just like nails!"
The boy in green said with a playful smile: "I know, I know."
The girl in pink skirt breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the two of them didn't fall out, otherwise she really wouldn't know how to be a peacemaker.
The three of them skimmed over the roofs of Hongzhu Town, and soon left the town and entered the mountains. A big black snake entangled in a deserted place swam out, and crushed a deep mark on its belly. The momentum was astonishing. Pei Qian was the first to jump.
On the head of the black snake of Luo Lo Mountain, he sat cross-legged and folded his bamboo sword on his knees.
A girl in a pink skirt sits in the middle of the black snake's back.
The boy in green stood on the tail of the black snake, swaying, but when he looked at the slender back of the black snake, his heart felt a little hazy. At that moment before, he felt the natural oppression of the black snake again.
This uncomfortable feeling made him very uncomfortable.
The first time they noticed something strange about Pei Qian was in the mountains. They chased and intercepted the scurrying local dog that had turned into a spirit. Pei Qian was covered in grass and tree debris, and his face had a few scratches from tree branches.
A small blood groove finally blocked the way of the "wild dog". She was completely unaware of the painless injuries on her body. She only saw the desperate wild dog with bright eyes and thumbs.
Holding down the handle of the knife, she slowly pushed the knife out of its sheath. She bent over her waist and stared at the wild dog. The moment the bamboo knife was taken out of its sheath, her eyes became hotter.
From that moment on, the boy in Tsing Yi no longer regarded Pei Qian as a little girl who was inexperienced in the world.
He was even a little puzzled. Why did Chen Ping'an, a very upright gentleman, find such a little freak as his disciple? Or was he the founding disciple?
Black Snake, who was born in Qidun Mountain, is extremely familiar with the mountain road back home.
Pei Qian, the boy in blue and the girl in pink skirt each have their own thoughts.
Pei Qian gently tapped the black snake's head with the bottom of the scabbard, frowned and said: "Don't be lazy, hurry up, or one day I will learn the crazy swordsmanship, and I will use you to practice."
"Sit down" Black Snake had no choice but to speed up.
Over there at Luolu Mountain.
Chen Pingan returned to the Bamboo House with mixed feelings.
Along the way, Wei Bo and Chen Ping'an had finished what they were supposed to talk about, so they returned to Piyun Mountain first with the magical power of the mountain and water gods who shrunk the ground into an inch.
Shi Rou looked at Chen Pingan's back as he climbed up to the second floor. He hesitated, moved a bamboo chair, and sat under the eaves. She was curious about the relationship between Chen Pingan and the old man named Cui.
The old man didn't look like a pure martial artist, but more like an old Confucian scholar who had retired to the mountains and forests. Wei Bo and Zhu Lian seemed to have a tacit understanding, and neither said anything in front of her, pretending that the old man didn't exist.
The old man wanted to cultivate Pei Qian at first, but he just pinched his bones lightly, and Pei Qian rolled on the ground, his face covered with snot and tears, and he looked at the old man pitifully. The old man looked like himself at that time.
With an awkward expression on his face as he took the initiative to step on dog shit, Pei Qian took advantage of the old man's daze and crept away. After that, he didn't get close to the bamboo house for several days and wandered around the mountains. Later, he simply left the mountains to the west.
, went to the pastry shop in Qilong Lane and worked as a shopkeeper. Anyway, he just didn’t want to see the old man. After that, the old man surnamed Cui gave up on Pei Qian. He occasionally stood on the second floor and looked at the scenery, squinting.
When I caught a glimpse of Pei Qian, I saw a young phoenix and a young Luan staying in the chicken coop all day long. The little guy was very happy, which made the old man wearing a Confucian shirt feel helpless.
Chen Pingan knocked on the door and entered.
The old man surnamed Cui sat cross-legged, opened his eyes, and looked at Chen Pingan.
Chen Ping'an sat opposite the old man, carrying the sword fairy on his back and a sword-raising gourd hanging around his waist.
The old man felt that the sword was a bit annoying, but as for the sword-raising gourd, it was slightly better. It was nothing to drink some wine, the charlatan. "Only by relying on these external objects, were you able to leave that filthy place alive?"
"
Chen Ping'an said: "I can't say 'just', but without this sword, I really couldn't survive. On Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake, I was almost beaten to death by a wild cultivator of the Upper Five Realms."
The old man sneered and said, "If someone really wants to kill you, it doesn't matter whether they have this sword or not."
Chen Pingan said: "Between whether you can kill or not, without this sword, the possibility of being killed will be very high."
The old man frowned displeased.
Chen Pingan said slowly: "On the road to martial arts, of course, one must pursue purity, but if you deliberately put yourself in danger of life and death time and time again for the sake of perfect 'purity', I don't think it's good.
Even if it happens two or three more times, one day you will encounter a hurdle that you can't get over. When the time comes, you will die. I think the purity of boxing training must first be better than those who practice Taoism on the mountain.
To be more pure, first make your mind untainted. When you punch, there are many foreign objects mixed with you, and then you have the opportunity to peel them off afterwards. This is the pure foundation of martial arts. Otherwise, the road to martial arts will be long and difficult.
, and there is a dead end waiting ahead. If you still like to tell yourself that if you die, you will die, how can you go far?"
The old man put his fists on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and sneered: "Why, you have been wandering around for a few years, and you feel that you are powerful enough to talk nonsense to me?"
When the old man only moved forward a few steps, inside the second-floor house of the bamboo house, fists filled with energy like a flood surged towards Chen Ping'an.
Even Shi Rou, who was outside the bamboo building, sensed the alarming momentum of the flood that was about to burst its banks.
Chen Ping'an sat where he was, motionless, his body and mind were like this, both physically and mentally.
It's like there's a strong wind blowing indoors.
Chen Ping'an kept sliding backwards, but still kept his waist straight. Even if his back was against the wall, he still did not change his sitting posture at all.
The old man sighed, with a look of pity in his eyes, "Chen Ping'an, after walking to Shujian Lake, are you already so afraid of death? Aren't you curious why you haven't been able to successfully break through the bottleneck of the five realms? Do you really think that
Is it because of your own suppression? Or do you dare not delve into it yourself?"
Chen Ping'an remained silent.
The old man looked at the haggard young man with his back against the wall and said, "You are just afraid of death. You don't dare to admit it. Of course, you have all your reasons for being afraid of death. I won't laugh at you for it. But, there are things in the world.
This is what is worth pondering. Whether you are practicing martial arts or practicing Taoism, it doesn’t matter whether your thoughts are reasonable or not, so your reason is right. But unfortunately, you cannot convince yourself with a reason that is right for you.
Your own intention. Now you want to practice swordsmanship, and this obsession is getting deeper and deeper. I guess that in the past few years in Shujian Lake, you have often had thoughts, which rise and fall inadvertently, and you are unaware of it.
One is that the martial artist is not strong enough, and the other is that the Sword Immortal is too cool. This is human nature. You have never seen my real moves, but you have walked through the Great Wall of Sword Qi. I believe that the Sword Immortal you have seen with your own eyes
, more than one or two.”
Chen Ping'an hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to refute.
The old man smiled and said: "Back then, I punched too much, and the punches were measured, which made your path to the Three Realms of Martial Arts extremely smooth. So although you did suffer from too much pain, the journey was very...smooth.
, this is naturally my great strength, it will not hurt your body at all, nor will it damage your heart at all. But the grace of the sword fairy you see will not care about the state of mind of a little martial artist like you.
Here, angrily bullfighting opens the sea of clouds, just like a random slap, making big holes in your heart. You are a half-hearted scholar who likes to introspect. You like to look back when there is nothing wrong, and see if you have gone astray.
No, I never thought that every time I look back, I have to subconsciously look at those holes, like looking into an abyss, like looking into a deep well, falling deep into it and unable to extricate myself."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I realized this when I was in Old Dragon City. The swordsmanship of the sword cultivators in Jiaolonggou had a great influence on me. In addition, the swords of Wei and Jin that broke the sky, and the old Dragon City
Fan Junmao flew to Osmanthus Island with a sword in the sea of clouds..."
Having said this, Chen Ping'an looked solemn, "But after entering Shujian Lake, I was not unaware as my predecessor said. In fact, on the contrary, I have consciously tried to eliminate this influence bit by bit."
The old man laughed and said: "Throwing stones into the well, you have to be careful every time and try not to splash water at the bottom of the well. Can you fill it up?"
Chen Ping'an suddenly realized it. He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Senior, what should I do?"
The old man said sarcastically: "It seems that the trip to Shujian Lake has made you look and feel haggard, and even your brain, which was just fine at first, has become rusty."
Chen Pingan just stared at the old man.
The old man was silent for a moment, "Fortunately, some things have not been thrown away, otherwise it would be really hopeless."
The old man raised a fist and said, "Practice martial arts."
The old man raised his other hand, put his fingers together, and said, "Practice your sword."
Then the old man stood up with his hands in his hands, condescendingly looking down at Chen Ping'an, and said: "Even if you can have both, how can you prioritize? If you prioritize, how can you prioritize now? I didn't understand anything, and I was all confused.
You have been in a state of confusion all day long, and you deserve to go around in circles outside the city gate. You are still complacent, telling yourself that it's not that you can't break the bottleneck, you just don't want to. Having said that, it is indeed easy for you to reach the sixth realm, but it is just like a person with a crotch full of shit.
Similarly, when you enter the house from outside, you mistakenly think that you can change into clean clothes when you enter the house. In fact, the shit has also been brought into the house. It is not on you, but still in the house. Fortunately, you accidentally bumped into it and finally did not break the situation.
Otherwise, someone who has just entered the Sixth Realm from the Five Realms would have the nerve to climb up to the second floor covered in feces and urine to see me?"
The old man lightly stamped his foot.
Chen Ping'an's back was blown tightly against the wall by the fierce strong wind. He had to press his elbows against the wall of the bamboo building and tried his best not to let the back of his head lean against the wall.
A stream of pure Qi in the body is like a fire dragon swimming through the acupoints.
The old man squinted his eyes, still standing on the same spot, but suddenly raised his foot and kicked it in the direction of Chen Pingan's forehead. With a bang, the back of Chen Pingan's head hit the wall hard, and the pure energy in his body also followed.
Standing still, it was like carrying a heavy mountain, so that the fire dragon could only crawl to the ground.
The old man clicked his tongue and said: "Chen Ping'an, you really haven't thought about why you haven't practiced boxing for three years and you can still breathe a sigh of relief? You know, the boxing intention can still train itself when not practicing boxing, but the body and bones can hold up.
?Do you really think you are a martial artist in the Golden Body Realm? Have you never asked yourself?"
Chen Pingan had difficulty breathing and his face was distorted.
I knew that returning to Zhulou this time would be a big pain, but I didn't expect it to be so straightforward.
But the old man's question made Chen Pingan's heart feel like he was "reining his horse from a cliff". His mind suddenly stopped like a horse. He temporarily abandoned the suppression brought by the old man's fist, calmed down and gathered his energy and concentration to think about this problem that he had vaguely thought about before but brushed off.
The old man raised his foot again and kicked Chen Ping'an's abdomen against the wall with his toe. A wisp of fist energy just hit the extremely fine Fire Dragon Qi.
Chen Ping'an vaguely noticed that the head, tail, and four claws of the fire dragon suddenly burst out with three strings of sounds like firecrackers and spring thunder outside the door of his heart.
The old man said: "Obviously, there is a person who practices cultivation, and uses a very clever and unique method to quietly nourish this pure Qi of yours. If I am not mistaken, he must be a Taoist master, who uses the head of the Zhenqi Fire Dragon to plant it.
Incorporating three fire seeds, as a Taoist 'Heavenly Palace Inner Courtyard', the method of fire refining will help you open up the spinal joints of this fire dragon inch by inch, so that you can hope that your bones will be glorious and glorious. Take the first step and skip six
Realm, build up the foundation of the Golden Body Realm in advance, and the effect will be like the golden and jade-shaped body pursued by Taoists. The handwriting is not too big, but it is clever and subtle, and the heat is excellent. Tell me, who is it?"
Chen Pingan looked confused.
Now that the old man had seen the basics, he stopped embarrassing Chen Pingan and calmed down his momentum. Chen Pingan sat against the wall, sweating profusely.
Finally, Chen Ping'an suddenly thought and smiled bitterly: "I once met a friend's master, Taoist Taoist name Fire Dragon. Now that I think about the parting scene, the Taoist priest with the fire dragon embroidered on his robes actually stretched out his finger and nodded.
Hit me a few times."
The barefoot old man frowned, "Why does this old god want to give you this opportunity for nothing?"
On the road of spiritual practice, blessings and misfortunes are interdependent, so we must pay attention to them.
Chen Pingan wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "I just gave my friend a small seal carved by the Grand Master of Longhu Mountain."
The old man nodded, "The monks at the top of the mountain don't want to be in debt and are afraid of karma. It makes sense that you give it away and he pays it back."
Then the old man suddenly asked: "That's it?"
Don't wait for Chen Pingan to say anything.
The old man kicked him out, and Chen Pingan's forehead felt like a heavy hammer. He hit the wall and fainted. The old man didn't even give Chen Pingan a chance to curse.
The old man sneered and said: "You are young and full of energy. You really deserve a beating."
Another kick caused Chen Ping'an's body to hit the wall. After falling to the ground, he bounced a little. Just as he was awake for a moment because of the pain, he fainted again because of the pain.
From beginning to end, the old man did not deliberately hide his energy or words.
Under the eaves of the bamboo building, the female ghost Shirou sat on a small green bamboo chair, feeling uneasy. She swallowed and suddenly felt that compared to Chen Pingan, who was beaten to death as soon as she climbed the stairs, her past few years in Luolu Mountain had been really good.