The Baodong Wonderland Qi Practitioners headed by the old woman Fan Weiran, as well as the vassal monks from all sides, all had complicated expressions.
It stands to reason that this is seeing a rare bustle, and it is a huge bustle, but I am afraid that after watching the bustle, I will become a bustle myself.
As for the Qi practitioners at Ye Han's side in Huangyue City, all of them looked filled with indignation, but none of them dared to speak out.
The two groups of monks hated Cangyun Lake in their hearts. What a bullshit dragon palace landscape formation, a knife to cut tofu and a sword to cut mud?!
The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, said nothing and stood there with his eyes lowered, just looking at the ground.
This is very interesting. A rich man smashed a yellow mud wall and yelled a few times. His dragon palace array was broken open by others, and he lost a lot of immortal money. This Lake Lord also didn't do it.
What a fart? Don’t they all say that Cangjun Lake is the top spot in the Yinping Kingdom? Within a country, the gods of the Five Mountains on the mountain and the generals and ministers at the foot of the mountain all respect Cangjun Lake. Even the Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, is arrogant.
Wearing an arrogant emperor's dragon robe, no one ever cares about it.
Therefore, the lower the realm, the more irritable the temper. It is not that no one wants to step forward and reprimand the young swordsman who is surrounded by many people. These young monks who originally wanted to be the first ones still hope to be able to compete with He Xiaoxian.
Master and Huang Yuecheng saved a free relationship, but before they could speak out, they told the mature and solemn monks around them, their seniors or friends on the road, and they all told them with ripples in their hearts. In the end, it was a kind reminder.
People who are afraid of being harmed by the reckless men around them. Since a swordsman's swordsmanship can withstand even heavenly calamities, it is not surprising that he accidentally kills several people with a flash of sword light.
There was no longer a sneer on Fan Weiran's lips, and he looked a little dull.
Ye Han, the lord of Huangyue City, turned his head and looked at the white-clothed swordsman who broke through two formations with one sword, and asked: "The swordsman must not stop until the fish is dead and the net is broken before he is willing to give up?"
The white-clothed swordsman just casually threw the scabbard in his hand to the ground, inserted it into the ground, and took out the folding fan on his waist. He neither looked at Ye Han nor He Lu. He gently tapped the palm of his hand with the folding fan, with a smile on his face.
His eyes wandered, starting from the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the right, from the upper seat to the lower seat near the entrance of the Dragon Palace Hall, looking down one by one, "I heard that there is a certain immortal master who dreams of Liangfeng.
What a novel idea, I actually invited a martial arts master to eat shit in a shit bucket. Who is it? Stand up and let me admire you. If you are too lazy to get up, just raise your hand."
Over there in Baodong Wonderland, there was a young man and woman carrying swords, looking at each other.
Isn't this swordsman in front of me the same man in a blue shirt who drove outside the city in the early morning, eating cakes and porridge at a roadside stall? His clothes have changed, his demeanor has changed, but his face is definitely the same!
The woman smiled bitterly. The crow's mouth of her junior brother, and the old man with the monkey on his shoulders over there at the city gate, were the culprits who took away the important treasure of the Immortal family. Now this young ranger has transformed into a
A swordsman was born out of nowhere!
Chen Ping'an's eyes finally rested on a group of Qi practitioners in the center.
A man who was relatively closest to the palace gate shrank his neck.
After asking a question, there is no need to answer. The answer will be revealed by itself. Most of the monks on the mountain seek their own purity and do not want to be contaminated by the right and wrong of others.
At the gate of the City God's Temple, the colleagues from the City God's Temple asked who was the chief officer of the Yin-Yang Division, and that little act happened in unison. That was quite insouciant.
It's exactly the same now.
Chen Ping'an raised his hand, and a ball of black mist of soul that was originally the size of a fist had been consumed by the Gang Qi until it was only the size of a date core. He gently rotated it with one finger, and strands of Gang Qi wrapped it around it, like a millstone crushing it.
, Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "This wild cultivator, whose name I forgot to ask, said that your Immortal Master of Meng Liangfeng's genealogy is the real mastermind behind the scenes. I know you may not have the brains and courage, so that's why
Lord Ye Dacheng, or Master He Xiaoxian?"
The four Qi practitioners in Meng Liangfeng were gnashing their teeth in anger, but their sitting postures were still as stable as a rock.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "If you don't want to say it, just say it. I'm just curious about one thing. Whether it's Ye Sheng from Huang Yuecheng who makes a move later, or He Lu who is full of resourcefulness, if I tell you to handle this matter, have you paid for it?
If not, Huangyue City would not be very kind."
He Lu slowly stood up, his expression returned to normal, and he said loudly: "Everyone is responsible for the work, and don't yell about 'He Lu came first'. All the grudges in the city will end with me, He Lu. I, He Lu, are dead.
Naturally, the Sword Immortal is superior in skills, so I show no regrets, what does the Sword Immortal think?"
Ye Han smiled slightly.
If we don't bet like this, today's Cangjun Lake Lord's banquet will be nothing more than a loose sand. The three-party forces that are roughly equal to an immortal on paper will dissipate into a group of rabble.
Fan Weiran was a little surprised and raised his gaze. This was the first time the ancestor of Baodong Wonderland had looked at the young man from Huangyue City.
In the past, I only thought that He Lu was a Taoist embryo who was as good as Yan Yatou. He had a bright mind and knew how to be a good person. He had never thought about life and death, and yet he could be so calm. It was not easy.
Those who have thunder in their chests and faces as flat as a lake can worship the general.
This is the boy I'm talking about.
As long as a monk with such good qualifications and good temperament doesn't die prematurely, he will be able to achieve great success! Ye Han is so lucky to have such help.
The old woman thought secretly in her heart.
Is it possible that after the Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace banquet, after overcoming the difficulties, he simply agreed to the match made in heaven between Yan Yatou and him? Anyway, He Lu is a foreigner and is destined to be unable to inherit Ye Han's Huangyue City. There is no way he can still rely on Yan Yatou.
The girl abducted her into Baodong Wonderland. This could not only make Ye Han half-dead, but also help her sect make further progress. Once this pair of golden boys and girls that everyone envied, became immortals
After the couple, both of them entered the Golden Core Realm, and the Huangyue City, which was in decline, was only supported by one Ye Han. I believe that as long as the conditions are right, most of the mountains in more than ten countries may be the territory of Baodong Wonderland. I believe that with this young man’s
With vision and mind, this account can be calculated clearly.
"Ye Hen, as long as this person's words are slightly inappropriate, it will cause public outrage. Let's not miss He Lu's hard-earned opportunity in vain."
So Fan Weiran immediately told Ye Han from the bottom of his heart, "Today, you and I, let go of our past grudges and cooperate sincerely! Stop hiding things. The situation is critical and we cannot have our own thoughts."
Ye Han also decisively agreed.
"I thought you were going to say that you should be spared and spared. But from this we can see that the real mastermind of Suijia City's many plans is indeed you, He Lu."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Since Master He Xiaoxian is so responsible, I respect you as a man. Okay, until you show your face, if you can't take away the sword, I will only take your head in this Cangyun Lake Dragon Palace today.
"
He Lu was stunned.
Let alone other people, Fan Weiran felt a little relieved.
The Sword Immortal's reply really caught people off guard, but if they really wanted to fight today, stop there, even if they kill a few more, as long as it doesn't involve too much of Baodong Wonderland, why wouldn't Fan Weiran do it? Previously, he and Ye Hanhe
Huang Yuecheng's secret agreement is now void.
Ye Han's expression changed slightly.
Chen Ping'an pointed his folding fan at the sword immortal stuck on the ground, "Master He Xiaoxian, don't be polite, just take the sword. After you die, many monks will remember your kindness. It is considered a worthy death."
He Lu couldn't hold back her face again, and shifted her gaze slightly to look at Master Ye Han who was sitting beside him.
Beyond the beaded curtain at the side door of the main hall, a beautiful woman walked out and said angrily: "You! You are so arrogant. Why do you have to be so arrogant? It doesn't matter that you are a swordsman who everyone is afraid of. You are a Taoist."
, How can you be so ruthless as to kill everyone..."
As the bead curtain was raised and lowered, there was a clattering sound, as clear and crisp as the sound of beads and jade rolling on a plate.
The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, was so angry that he waved his sleeves away without turning his head, "Go back!"
With one sleeve, he slapped the dragon girl into pieces and smashed the bead curtain. With a bang, she probably hit the wall of the side room hard. Listening to the sound, there was no second sound, which meant that the graceful and delicate body had not fallen at all.
The ground must have sunk into the wall.
Cangjun Lake's hand is not very light, but it is very heavy.
Chen Ping'an looked at the Lake Lord wearing a purple robe, smiled, raised his head and looked around, "Good place."
The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, bowed in obeisance and said, "The Sword Immortal has come to visit my humble residence. The small mansion is full of brilliance."
Chen Ping'an clicked twice with the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile: "The main water temple of Shaoxi Canal. Once, you and I had a warm hand on Cangjun Lake and had a small fight. Another time, we used the Dragon Palace to gather heroes from all over the world and fight with others.
I, who is in the city, are discussing Taoism from a distance, once again. As the old saying goes, only three things can come true, and with this dragon girl who is upright and reasonable, this is already the fourth time, what should I do?"
Lake Lord Yinhou did not stand up straight, but raised his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "Whatever the Sword Immortal tells you to do, Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace will do it!"
The white-clothed sword immortal was noncommittal and said considerately: "Master Hu, don't be in a hurry. Wait until Master He Xiaoxian pulls out the sword. If he pulls out the sword, you will be dumbfounded again. Now let go of these cold allies."
The words from the heart will hinder your Dragon Palace from dividing the accounts afterwards, and you will lose a lot of money from the gods."
The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, looked pitifully and said with a wry smile: "The Sword Immortal is funny."
Chen Pingan pointed his folding fan at the white-haired old man sitting next to He Lu, "It's your turn to step in to remedy the crisis. If you don't say anything to reassure people and turn the tide, it will be too late."
Ye Han sighed softly.
The old man who had just received the secret words of the city lord could neither sit nor stand for a moment.
In the end, he could only lose most of his energy and stand up bravely, "Then let me, an old guy who is half buried in the earth, dare to have a few words with the sword fairy?"
But in the main hall of the Dragon Palace, the sword immortal could only be heard whispering the word "what a pity", as if his expression was a bit unfinished?
The actions and words of the Sword Immortal are indeed unreasonable.
Yan Qing turned her head because the cute and innocent-looking Cui girl next to her was secretly tugging on her sleeve.
Yan Qing quietly stretched out a finger to signal this girl, who had always been arrogant in her teacher's sect, to keep quiet.
The girl smiled knowingly, nodded lightly, and communicated with Yan Qing through the ripples of her heart, "Sister Yan, he is practicing his mind a little. It's so weird, even I can only see it vaguely, like... a woodcutter.
My husband is cutting firewood and sharpening his knife first, but he seems to dislike the small number of us. The grindstone is not big enough. There is an outline of the city in the shadow. He is probably thinking about the countless people in the city... Anyway, it's probably
That's what I mean. This guy is really cunning. He used to take some stupid snakes to temper his body on Cangjun Lake, and now he's here again. Alas, Sister Yan, you know that I used to
I most admire the kind of swordsman that my second ancestor always talked about, but now I don’t dare to admire him anymore, I’m scared to death.”
Yan Qing only found it unbelievable and became more and more haggard.
This was a disordered state of mind that she had never experienced since she began to practice Taoism.
The Immortal's mental techniques used by masters to hide the truth latently are useless, and the meditation and concentration of their own Kungfu are also useless.
The swordsman in white suddenly murmured to himself, seemingly helpless, "Okay, if you say it's okay, then just treat it as okay."
This man's appearance is actually far from revealing, but he can't resist the fact that he is a swordsman with endless killing power.
At this moment, everyone sitting in the main hall of Dragon Palace was a little nervous and suspicious. They always felt that the white-clothed immortal in front of them had profound Taoist meanings in every word and deed. This young swordsman... was indeed a swordsman.
Chen Pingan turned to the white-haired old man who had already prepared his words, "It's best to shut up."
A faint green sword light suddenly appeared, and the old man's expression changed drastically. He stamped his feet on the ground, waved his sleeves, and transformed into an origami flying kite the size of a palm, and began to run away.
That flying sword follows him everywhere like a shadow.
The snow-white kite's escape route is also very particular. Once it tried to fly out of the entrance of the hall, but was stabbed with a hole in its wing by a flying sword.
Cups and bowls of wine acted as obstacles to the flying sword, like a nimble bird flying around the branches and flowers, constantly threading needles and threads, which was dangerous and dangerous. It even scared those Qi practitioners who all turned pale and did not dare to face Huang Yuecheng and Huang Yuecheng.
Ye Han cursed loudly, feeling extremely aggrieved and resentful in his heart that this old and immortal thing could not die.
Chen Pingan looked at He Lu and said, "This is the last time I remind you to pick up the sword."
He Lu kept silent and just held the bamboo flute's hand, veins popping out.
Ye Han stood up slowly, with a pleasant look on his face, and asked: "Although the Sword Immortal is safe and sound, we have never really made a big mistake and committed a capital crime. But during this period, it was indeed us who disturbed the Sword Immortal."
Qing Xiu, can we, Huang Yuecheng, take the lead, and let me, Ye Han, personally come forward to help the Sword Immortal make up for it?"
The young swordsman smiled and nodded, "Of course you can. There is a saying by Sui Jia Cheng Huang, that there is nothing in the world that cannot be discussed carefully."
He stretched out his hand, grabbed the sword, and swiped it across the sword, "Tell me, make a price."
The move of the swordsman was too unexpected, and the sword came out with lightning speed. When he flicked his wrist and threw the sword into the scabbard, no one understood the meaning of this move.
The city lord of Huangyue City, who had always been famous for his gentleness and magnanimity in Shishiguo Mountain, suddenly said angrily: "How dare you kill someone in front of me!"
Everyone raised their heads in unison, and finally their eyes rested on the handsome young man who reached out and covered his neck.
The immortal bamboo flute in his hand has fallen to the ground, making a tinkling sound like breaking pearls and jade.
He Lu staggered back a few steps. Blood seeped out between his fingers. The young immortal's face was covered with tears. He covered his neck with one hand and reached out to Ye Han with the other. He sobbed and trembled: "Father, save me." ,help me……"
Fan Weiran felt horrified in his heart, and then felt that he had been slapped so hard that it hurt.
She was so angry that her white hair stood on end and the golden crown given by the immortal flew away!
What a He Lu, what a Ye Han, what a pair of Zangzhuo father and son who have plotted against monks from dozens of countries!
If she and Baodong Fairyland really have the idea of promoting Yan Qing and He Lu to become Taoist couples, wouldn't it mean that they are just trying to beat a dog with their father and son's skills? Yan Yatou is just concentrating on cultivating Taoism and does not care about the simplicity of the world. Girl, how can I compare with Ye Chen and He Lu, the old and young foxes who turned out to be father and son? Take a step back and say, if Yan Yatou doesn't help the Taoist monk He Lu to deal with Baodong Wonderland, he will not be able to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors. However, when the time comes, most of his Taoist heart will be destroyed. Even if he really respects his master, Yan Qing will be powerless if he wants to help his master deal with Huangyue City!
Fan Weiran drank the wine from the glass and laughed loudly: "Happy, happy, this bad guy like He Lu died well! Ye Han, you lost your beloved son, but you don't have the hatred to take action to compete with the sword fairy?! Can you bear the revenge of killing your son? If it were me, I would die in this Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace today."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You will die too, don't be in a hurry to reincarnate."
Fan Weiran's hearty laughter stopped abruptly.
He Lu saw that Ye Han was about to stretch out his hand, but then retracted it. He felt sad and desperate in his heart. His vision was hazy, staring at the father who was unwilling to take action for him. The young man's eyes were full of hatred, and then he slowly turned his head, with blood on his fingers. The more he looked at the frightened Yan Qing, his eyes turned to pleading, "Yan Qing, save me."
Yan Qing exhaled a breath, grabbed the dagger, stood up, and turned to look at the white-clothed swordsman, "This time I draw the sword, just for myself."
The sword immortal in white clasped his hands behind his back, nodded with a smile and said: "Seeking benevolence will lead to benevolence, seeking death will lead to death. Finally, a decent Taoist cultivator emerged from this filthy Dragon Palace."
Yan Qing stood holding a dagger and smiled casually. When her state of mind returned to clarity, the divine brilliance circulated, spiritual energy flowed throughout her body, and the golden crown on her head shone, which made this beautiful woman even more enchanting.
It's just that it looks really good, but all the Qigong practitioners in the Dragon Palace Hall still find it baffling.
Na He Lu staggered back, finally leaning against the wall, slumped to the ground, and sat there.
Finally one head slipped and fell to the ground.
That sound was far inferior to the previous loud thunder, which made all the monks feel like they had been hit hard in the heart and they were a little out of breath.
Huangyue City He Lu died like this.
A monastic genius who had the hope of standing side by side with Ye Han and Fan Weiran on the top of the mountain, was his body separated like this?
Looking at the elegant fairy Yan Qing, everyone in the house was even more surprised.
He is also the most outstanding and proud man in the mountains of more than ten countries.
He Lu was such a kind-hearted person, but it was just because of his lack of luck that he died in the Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace in a foreign country. But this fairy Yan Qing clearly had the opportunity to distance himself, so why was his brain so filled with water? ?
So how did this golden couple, who almost became a couple of gods, get together in the first place?
Or is it because the love is deep-rooted, and when Yan Qing saw his lover die, he got angry and drew his sword in anger?
It's just that we are looking down on you Yan Qing and bringing humiliation to ourselves by drawing a sword against a real swordsman.
At the critical moment when Yan Qing was holding his sword and gathering momentum, the young swordsman looked at him.
Visions abound!
Near the center seat on Ye Hen's side, a table filled with delicacies and fine wines exploded. The Qi practitioners on both sides flew out and hit a large area.
A strong body with golden light all over his body broke the case without any warning. He stepped on the ground and the whole Dragon Palace trembled. Then he punched out and knocked the white-clothed sword fairy straight away. The walls of the hall were shattered.
It was knocked through on the spot, and not only that, the sound of breaking the wall was heard one after another.
This punch.
Is it really a dream that a fifth-level qi practitioner under Liang Feng can deliver?
Fan Weiran and Ye Han quickly looked at each other, and both saw shock and panic in each other's eyes.
This person is so hidden that he is definitely not a pawn of both sides!
Maybe he is the real accomplice of the old monkey farmer and the charming fox queen of Silver Screen Country!
As long as they were not prepared for this sneak attack, neither of them would be able to withstand the attack and would be seriously injured on the spot.
That ordinary-looking man, who had gathered the pinnacle of his whole life's boxing power, delivered a punch that was hearty and hearty, and it shattered his entire arm, which was drooping. However, the man was so heroic that he looked at the palace full of monks.
Chicken and Dog laughed happily and said: "I was supposed to find an opportunity to hand this killer punch to the old thief Xia Zhen, but I never thought that a stupid young man who likes to pretend to be stupid would take the lead."
The man looked through the walls that looked like opened doors and looked into the dusty distance, "They say that you, the Sword Immortal, are unreasonable. You have a golden body. What are you doing now? You still have a golden body but not a golden body."
Really? With this punch from me, a real martial artist in the Golden Body Realm will be hit. His internal organs will be smashed to pieces and he will be killed on the spot!"
The man spat out a mouthful of blood and glanced at the sheathed long sword on the ground, "What the hell, you damn swordsman! I've been putting up with you for a long time, and you kill a chicken in the sea-viewing realm with one sword. Do you really think you're invincible?"
"
The corners of Hujun Yinhou's mouth curled up, and then the amplitude became wider and wider, until finally a smile spread across his entire face.
Fan Weiran also laughed.
Only Ye Han was relieved, but when he glanced at the headless corpse on the other side of the wall, he felt gloomy and still couldn't laugh at all.
Fortunately, this young son who has hidden his identity is, after all, an accomplished monk in the sea-viewing realm, and has already gathered his soul in several key Qi palaces on his own.
It's just that he has such a good innate body and possesses the so-called golden branches and jade leaves of the immortal. Where can he find it in the future? How can he reach the golden elixir realm in the future? He may even be better than his master, better than himself, and bring a yellow Yue City to the
Higher up the mountain?
The remaining three Qi practitioners in Mengliang Peak swallowed their saliva one by one.
How did this good-for-nothing junior brother who usually couldn't beat him with a few sticks suddenly turn into a top master who punched like thunder?
Yan Qing stood there blankly.
Above the main hall, even though they knew that the legendary Grand Master of the Golden Body Realm was an enemy rather than a friend, loud cheers began to appear. Everyone slapped the table and applauded. Some people directly picked up the wine bottle and drank from it.
The pure martial artist gave a thumbs up, and some people began to praise Mengliang Kingdom for not only its cultural fortunes, but also its military fortunes. Meng Liang Kingdom should really become the overlord of the country. It should have annexed neighboring countries long ago. It is impossible to say that they can become a great dynasty.
Already.
Yan Qing stood in the noisy and festive hall, feeling empty in his heart.
Fan Weiran leaned back with laughter. The old woman also imitated the vulgar monk, raised her head and stretched out her thumb towards Yan Qing, "Yan Yatou, you have accomplished a wonderful feat! My dear girl, when I return to Baodong Fairyland, I will definitely kill the founder.
I will reward you with that important weapon, and I want to see who dares to be dissatisfied!"
The first one to notice something was wrong.
It's the Cui girl who blinks her eyes. But at this moment, let alone small moves, she doesn't even dare to activate the ripples in her heart.
The charming girl began to sit upright and act like a wooden figure.
Then there is the warrior man who secretly climbed to the golden state step by step in Mengliang Kingdom.
When the man's face became serious, Ye Han and Fan Weiran also realized that something was not good.
Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, who originally wanted to get acquainted with this strong man, also put away the smile on his face little by little, and quickly held his breath and concentrated.
A white-clothed swordsman walked out of the "doors" and finally appeared in the main hall.
The Qi practitioner in the middle of Fan Weiran's side was already rolling and crawling, trying to make way for the Sword Immortal and the Golden Body Realm master.
The swordsman patted his shoulder, shook his snow-white sleeves, and said with a smile: "On the ferry earlier, someone said that the Jindan realm Qi practitioners here are all made of paper." The man slowly walked towards Meng.
Liang Guo Wufu, where is the slightest sign of "crushed internal organs"?
As he walked, he smiled and said: "Now I see that you, a martial artist in the Golden Body Realm, are not much better. You are probably made of mud, or the kind that has not been dried in the sun. That's why you broke one of your arms? Does it hurt?
pain?"
The man said solemnly: "You are actually a far-reaching martial artist! Yes or no?! You are not a swordsman at all, right or wrong? Before you punch me, give me a clear explanation!"
The man put one hand on his abdomen and the other on his forehead, and said with a helpless face: "Brother, don't be like this. Really, you told so many jokes in the Dragon Palace today. I was lucky enough to not be crushed by the catastrophe in Suijia City."
Damn it, I will end up laughing to death here."
The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, sighed and sat on the steps, holding his head with both hands. Come on, I have accepted my fate. Fight, fight, you can do whatever you want. I, Marquis Yin, can destroy the Dragon Palace and just frown.
, I will have the same surname as that sword fairy from now on.
Some young monks wanted to laugh but did not dare.
The white-clothed swordsman turned to look at Fan Weiran and Lake Lord Yinhou, "I am a warrior in the Golden Body Realm. Is it the news you spread? Do you know that I was accidentally bumped into you by mistake? Let me make better plans.
All in vain?"
The man took a deep breath, smiled, and did not flinch at all. He took a step back with his right foot, raised his only usable arm, and put on a posture with perfect fisting intentions, "You don't care if you are in the same situation as me."
The martial artist is still the sword fairy flying around, then I will learn from him again."
Chen Pingan glanced at the other three Mengliangfeng monks, looked away, and said with a smile: "It seems that your Mengliang country has a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. It's interesting. Thank you."
The man took a step forward, and his fists poured out like a flood. The whole palace shook, and almost everyone jumped up high. Just when everyone thought it was another deadly battle in a narrow road, the man turned out to be a
He leaned back, as fast as thunder, and crashed into the wall behind him that had not yet "opened the door". After it shattered with a bang, it was like the magical power of an immortal that shrunk thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into a square inch, and disappeared in an instant.
He is worthy of being a martial artist with a golden body that has not been seen in two hundred years. His body skills are indeed mysterious and unpredictable, making it difficult for people to guard against him.
But above the main hall, the sword immortal in white was nowhere to be seen.
Then, on the other side of the newly opened wall door, the legendary Golden Body Realm martial artist just "walked" back step by step backwards.
Only one big sleeve and palm were exposed from the man's heart.
Not only did he block the path of this martial arts master in an instant, but he also made a decision between life and death. The swordsman directly pierced the opponent's chest and back with his left hand!
The swordsman in white raised his right hand, pressed the man's head, and pushed it gently.
He flew out lightly and fell just in the middle of the hall.
The white-robed swordsman shook his sleeves, and a stream of scarlet blood splashed out on the ground beside him.
But in the sky above the main hall, the origami flying kite was still running away wildly, avoiding the faint green sword light behind its butt.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Have you not had enough fun yet?"
The green flying sword suddenly accelerated, the kite turned into powder, and the bloody old man with white hair fell heavily to the floor of the hall.
The flying sword flew back to its master leisurely, like a bird clinging to a human, moving slowly and extremely docilely.
Chen Pingan glanced at the girl wearing an emerald green dress, who grinned.
Chen Ping'an also smiled and said: "Huangyue City He Lu, Baodong Wonderland Yan Qing, Cangjun Lake Lord Yinhou, none of these three told you that it is best to place the battlefield directly in that chariot
In the city, maybe I am the most constrained, and you are the safest. It is hard to kill me, but at least you have a greater chance of running away?"
Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, let go of his hand and raised his head, "Sword Immortal, I mentioned this, and He Lu agreed. He also came up with many chain links, such as using various spells to coerce the people to swarm forward.
They rushed straight to the ghost house or something like that, but in the end, both sides felt that they were too close to Suijia City, and it would be easy to alert you, the great swordsman who can fly a sword to take someone's head a thousand steps away. No one was willing to die first, Huang Yuecheng and
The lives of the monks in Baodong Wonderland are precious. If they don't take the lead, the rest of the vassal mountains are not all fools. Anyone who is willing to do things that make money and lose their lives has no choice but to give up. Sword Immortal, what should I do?
What I said, I shouldn’t have said, I’ve said it all. Next, kill me as you please. Don’t worry about me, the Dragon Palace, which has a thousand-year foundation. After today, as long as the Sword Immortal has mercy on me and I am lucky enough to survive, Cangyun Lake will definitely repair the landscape of Suijia City.
Luck should be regarded as atonement."
After Yan Qing heard the beginning of that sentence, his face turned pale and his whole body started to tremble.
If the heart of the Tao is unstable, the spiritual energy of the Qi Mansion will be unstable, and the hand holding the sword will be even more unstable.
Chen Pingan put his fingers together and waved lightly.
The Lord of Huangyue City deliberately remained motionless, and Ye Han allowed the long sword to penetrate his chest and nail him to the wall.
Only one foot away from Fan Weiran's eyebrows, there was a green flying sword with a slightly trembling tip.
The old woman also remained motionless.
"You are the smartest. Each of you can assess the situation better than the other. I really admire you for this. I don't mean to be sarcastic at all."
Chen Ping'an sighed, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly forward. Then he caught a glimpse of a wine bottle. With a move, he held the wine bottle with one hand and the cup with the other. He poured a glass of wine and took a sip, smiling broadly, "
If there are a few more He Lu present, or if the people of Suijia City see it, they can't accuse me of being a swordsman who is unreasonable and unforgiving. The people's resentment is boiling and everyone talks about making money. Why should I kill indiscriminately? I've seen him a few times.
There are only a few people who have not really been beaten to death. Many of them have broken arms and legs and vomited buckets of blood. What reason is there to judge people's good and evil, determine life and death? Why should they be so aggressive and kill in large numbers? There is no point in doing so.
Those who have a Bodhisattva heart must be the same as those who were killed..."
Hearing these words, all the Qi practitioners felt chills all over their bodies.
Listen to what this great swordsman said?
Not finished yet?
Chen Pingan looked at the old woman sitting in the first place, "You are lucky, you don't have a good son like He Lu, so we can discuss it easily."
Then he turned around and glanced at Ye Han, "It's hard to say City Lord Ye."
The girl in the emerald green dress fluttered her eyelashes.
Still imitating the old monk, he sat still, motionless, body and mind, motionless, just relying on the strange magical power of the ancestor to enjoy the food and take a peek.
Chen Ping'an suddenly stopped. He seemed to have lost his grace as a swordsman in an instant. He looked tired, full of tiredness, and his eyes were dim, just like the long sword on the wall that penetrated Ye Han's body. The golden light was not visible. He looked around and saw
After pouring a glass of wine, he threw the jug back to its original place, and then poured the wine in the glass gently in front of him, just like toasting to someone's grave, and said to himself: "But after those catastrophes, I will be pious to the City God's Temple."
The people of Jiajia City who burn incense and kneel down and kowtow over and over again are just taking things as they come. They are the real weak. Regarding many truths, probably the vast majority of them, especially those who choose to remain silent, will never know what happened all their lives.
What. So they worshiped the City God in the wrong way, and worshiped the Fire God Temple, but they couldn't do it right. I treat them the same as some of you monks who keep themselves clean, practice pure, ignore the world, and hate the world of mortals.
It’s impossible to say whether you like it or not. There’s nothing to say right or wrong. There are thousands of avenues under your feet, and no one can walk. What do you think, Suijicheng Fire God? In the end, you seemed to be on the roof of the temple, and you didn’t scold me.
One sentence? Instead, he crashed into the sea of clouds and the heavenly calamity, and the golden body was broken into two pieces? I really couldn't speak at the time, otherwise I would have scolded you a few words and punched you so that you could go back to the temple and wait, little Xiaotian
It’s just a calamity, will I die? It’s just that I almost died. I can be regarded as a cultivator after all. Half-dead, what should I be afraid of? Before this, I calculated how much. You and I met too late and didn’t have time to tell you. Of course, I’d like to see you soon.
No, I won’t say that, people’s hearts are so deceitful that no one dares to believe anyone.”
in words.
Fan Weiran heard a popping sound between his eyebrows.
His head fell back as if he had been hit hard.
On the contrary, Ye Han was still unharmed, just looking at being nailed to the wall.
But the old woman must not have really died, because the old woman's face and body instantly withered, but there was an unusual ripple of energy in the Dragon Palace, and it disappeared in a flash.
The young swordsman seemed a little helpless and crushed the wine glass in his hand. There was no way, the Yuqing Light Talisman had been destroyed long ago, otherwise this immortal method of dispersing the evil spirit like mist and concealing a life elixir, no matter how cunning and difficult it is
Predictably, as soon as the talisman of Zhang Chongxuan's Yunxiao Palace comes out and covers the area for several miles in an instant, the Baodong Fairyland Patriarch will probably still be unable to escape. As for himself, after the battle, he can no longer draw talismans, let alone those kinds of "talismans" he is proficient in.
There is no talisman in the "Authentic Alchemy Book" that can deal with this situation.
Therefore, it has always been easier for monks to win than to kill for monks on the mountain, especially Qi practitioners who have reached the golden elixir realm, who do not have several ways to save their lives.
At this point, a pure martial artist would be much crisper and neater. If they catch each other and fight, the loser will often die.
But it doesn't matter, the golden crown on the old woman's head is still there.
Maybe she couldn't take it away, or maybe she escaped with the object, which would show obvious traces. The old woman was too afraid of her flying sword.
Chen Ping'an took out the folding fan, twisted it with two fingers, slowly opened and closed it, and said with a smile: "Why, do you believe what I say? Then I said that I am a six-level martial artist, not a sword cultivator at all. Do you believe it or not?
?”
Chen Ping'an looked at one of the Meng Liangfeng monks, "Can you tell me?"
The man knelt down and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I believe whatever the sword fairy says!"
Chen Ping'an turned his head, looked at the young man and woman carrying swords, and said, "What a coincidence, we meet again. Will the two immortal masters gain anything from the trip to the city?"
The young man sat down on the ground.
The young woman whispered: "I reported back to the Sword Immortal, but I got nothing."
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "The old man with the monkey on his shoulders, didn't he miss you during the melee?"
The young female cultivator said bitterly: "As soon as we saw it was him, we ran away."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "That's how it should be. From now on, let your junior brother have a better temper, go down the mountain to experience, travel around the world, watch more and talk less."
For the first time, she was greeted politely by this unpredictable young swordsman. The young female cultivator was not happy at all. She just felt that everything was over. Needless to say, she and her junior brother were both going to die. He Lu, a golden man from Mengliang Kingdom
As a martial artist, Fan Weiran, the old man of Huangyue City who worshiped the Kite Immortal, and the city lord Ye Han were both dead and wounded. Whoever chatted with this swordsman would end well?
Chen Ping'an rubbed his eyebrows, frowned slightly, then relaxed instantly, and smiled at the two people: "It's fate that we meet, you go first."
The junior brother who was paralyzed on the ground got up and ran towards the entrance of the hall.
His senior sister failed to dissuade him and thought that there was going to be a bloody scene of a head being cut off by a flying sword. He never thought that his junior brother not only ran away, but also shouted anxiously: "Senior sister, hurry up!"
When the young female cultivator saw the smile and eyes that resembled the warm spring breeze, and resembled the white-clothed Sword Immortal in the abyss of an ancient well, she hesitated for a moment and then saluted, "Thank you, the Sword Immortal, for your extra mercy!"
She trembled, circulated her spiritual energy, and slowly swept out of the messy Dragon Palace.
Chen Ping'an went straight forward and walked up the steps, where the Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, was sitting.
As for the flying sword, it always lingers around the sword fairy in white.
Sword Immortal, you can do whatever you want, I can't even raise a finger or twist my mind to kill you today.
Chen Ping'an did not sit on the throne that looked like an emperor's dragon chair. He just stretched out his fingers and tapped, as if...inspecting the goods?
Chen Pingan turned around, held the handle of the dragon chair with his hand, and faced everyone in the hall, "I am a blind person and can't tell the difference between good and bad people. I will treat you as good and bad in half. At the banquet tonight, half will die and half will live."
.You are either best friends, or you are mortal enemies who want to blow your brains out. Anyway, you are all familiar with your respective family backgrounds. Let's talk about who has done what evil things. Try to choose the most shocking things, the more shocking the better. Others have
Yes, if you don’t, you just become a good person and then you have a chance to live.”
There was silence above the main hall.
The white-clothed swordsman smiled again and said: "To add, the fights and plots on the mountain are not counted. Tonight we will only talk about things at the bottom of the mountain."
Suddenly a young and clear voice sounded softly, "Sword Immortal, it's still daytime, you shouldn't say 'tonight'."
Chen Ping'an looked at the person who was speaking. It was the girl in the green dress. Judging from the seating arrangement, she was a relatively respected disciple of Baodong Wonderland.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Thank you for reminding me. I looked at the bright lights in the Dragon Palace and mistakenly thought it was night."
Ye Han suddenly said: "This sword of the Sword Immortal is not a magic weapon. It turns out that it is. But this is the right way."
Chen Ping'an waved his hand, "I know you golden elixir gods have endless tricks, so get out of here."
Ye Han laughed loudly and walked forward directly, letting the long sword pass through his body and stay on the wall.
Ye Han sighed: "I never thought that our Huangyue City would be reduced to this. The son who was most promising to inherit the family business died, the chief priest died, and I, Ye Han, also hurt the foundation of the avenue. I have no hope of taking that step forward in this life.
What does this Sword Immortal want me to do, Ye Han, so that I don’t chase us to Huangyue City and eradicate us?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's very simple. There is no need to set up a fascination array with me here. Since you can't break your golden elixir, you should quickly find your backer. After the previous catastrophe, he was in Suijia City
He has appeared in the sky. If I am not mistaken, you have something to do with him. That person is of a very high level and has done me a lot of harm. When he comes, we will settle old and new accounts together. But if he can call that person
The people behind the successful treasure hunt are working together to deal with a junior like me. Even if you, Ye Han, have a great reputation, I can only grease my feet and run away. Our Lord of the Lake has a canal owner under his command, and there is a block in her temple.
The plaque is excellent and the green water flows forever.”
Ye Han said helplessly: "Since the Sword Immortal has revealed the secret, can't we just fight to the death and not let me take away He Lu's soul?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I would like to ask you to take away the three souls and seven souls of Master He Xiaoxian, so that you can reveal the clues about your escape method. Even if I said so before, you, Ye Han, dare to do this? I don't think you can
meeting."
Ye Han nodded and said: "It really won't happen, then just like what the sword fairy said, green water will flow forever!"
The Lord of Huangyue City directly crushed the jade medal around his waist.
The figure disappeared into thin air.
Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at the roof, as if his sight had gone to the distance of Cangjun Lake.
The effect of this jade tablet shrinking into an inch is even more exaggerated than a golden square-inch talisman.
Chen Pingan rubbed his eyebrows.
A splitting headache.
The long sword on the wall flashed with golden light and penetrated a key acupoint of He Lu's headless body.
Then there was a burst of black smoke pouring out of He Lu's body, and it instantly turned into ten wisps. He tried to go his own way, but the white-clothed swordsman waved his sleeves, and all of them were smashed against the wall, turning into ashes and falling.
When he raised his head, his expression had softened, "You can start to present the facts and reason, and cherish it. I believe that in your previous monastic life, you have rarely relied on reasoning to help yourself survive."
The white-clothed swordsman grabbed it in the air, swept the scabbard back to him, and returned the long sword to its sheath in mid-air.
He was sitting on the dragon chair with his sword across his knees.
Yan Qing faced the white-robed swordsman sitting high up and said in a deep voice: "You are really scary like this!"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Don't talk about you, I'm even afraid of myself."
The girl in the emerald green dress quickly grabbed Yan Qing's wrist, her face full of anxiety. There were some tears in her eyes, and she said in her heart: "Sister Yan, really stop talking. He has tried to kill you twice before. Really.
Exactly. Plus this time, what he said was no more than three things! This sword fairy spoke in such a cloud that no one could understand or guess, but his general intention cannot be deceived by me. Master Yan, please forgive me.
Is it okay for you to die? You and the Second Ancestor are the only ones in our school who are sincere to me. I don’t want you to die too."
Chen Ping'an rested his elbow on the handle of the dragon chair, leaning his body and sitting lazily. "If you don't say anything, I will just kill him."
Then some people began to reveal the true identity of another Qi practitioner.
He is a cave realm monk from a rival sect.
The sect's foundation is not deep, the monk's level is not high, but he has done quite a lot of bad things.
It was carefully chosen by the one who spoke.
On the line between life and death, if you don't use your brain, will you go to the legendary Hades Palace to cry out for injustice?
The Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace is still brightly lit, making it difficult to tell the difference between day and night.
But the scene on the lake is already the crescent moon and the willow branches, quiet and peaceful.
The lights in the city were also turned off early, lanterns were taken off, and every household stayed behind closed doors, not daring to add more light at night to cause trouble.
The blue waves parted, and out came a young swordsman dressed in white and carrying a sword. Next to him was the Lord of Cangjun Lake who had taken a reassurance.
As for the Dragon Palace, they had been arguing for so long, and in the end, most of them died, not the half that had been agreed upon in advance.
Of all the people who were lucky enough to survive, none of them thought that this swordsman master had a bad temper. He himself had survived, and he was still not satisfied?
Chen Ping'an had a crystal clear porcelain bottle in his hand, with turquoise water rippling inside. This bottle carried the essence of water, which was rare and valuable, and it was like a timely rain for him.
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Mr. Hu, do you think your luck is good or bad?"
Lord Hu, who had lost the beautiful purple robe, smiled and said: "I don't think about this at all. From now on, I, Lord Cangjun Lake, will definitely protect this land and water. If it's too long, I don't dare to talk nonsense, so I will just follow the instructions honestly."
The Sword Immortal ordered us to protect the waters around Cangjun Lake, and the weather has been smooth for a hundred years without any natural disasters. As for man-made disasters, we still followed the Sword Immortal's instructions and let them go."
"Talking nonsense? This is a good statement among you water gods."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "And that thing, don't forget it."
Lord Yin of the Lake lowered his head and clasped his fists and said, "You must keep this in mind. Just rest assured, Sword Immortal. If it doesn't work, Sword Immortal will return from his travels next year and pass by Cangjun Lake. He will kill me with one more sword."
The white-robed swordsman just walked away with his sword.
Not only was the dragon robe gone, but the dragon chair was also gone. Cangjun Lake Lord didn't straighten up for a long time. He waited until Yue touched the young swordsman and walked more than a hundred miles away, then he let out a long breath.
I never thought that as long as I survived, I would feel extremely happy.
There is nothing more impermanent than this.
When the Sword Immortal was in the main hall of his Dragon Palace earlier, why did he feel like he was a city god with clear rewards and punishments?
It's strange.
This is probably the real swordsman in the legend.
The two female cultivators escaped from the water and came to the lake. When Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, saw that beautiful face again, he felt that his eyes were burning just by looking at it. It was all caused by these monks from Baodong Wonderland.
Disaster!
The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, snorted coldly and fled away from the water.
The little girl in emerald green dress complained: "That sword fairy is so greedy for money. After he got the fairy golden crown from Patriarch Fan, he didn't even let it go off Master Yan's head! That's all, I still have the nerve to ask if I have Xiaoshu money.
Guyu Qian, it’s true that I’m right in not admiring sword immortals. This kind of sword immortal has no charm at all like a sword immortal!”
It turns out that Yan Qing no longer has a golden crown on his head.
She held the girl's hand and looked into the distance with a dazed expression. Then she smiled and said, "Yes, why does Cui girl admire such a person?"
The girl hugged Yan Qing's arm, shook it gently, and asked charmingly: "Sister Yan, why don't we return to Baodong Wonderland with the disciples? The world outside is so dangerous."
Yan Qing suddenly laughed and said: "Cui girl, let's not go back to the teacher's gate first, let's go to the world?"
The girl thought for a while, then her smile blossomed, radiantly, "Okay, I've been wanting to drink secretly for a long time!"
When the monks from the Dragon Palace of Cangjun Lake dispersed, the birds and beasts dispersed.
The immortal in white entered the city with his sword, but he did not go directly to the haunted house.
Instead, he put his sword behind his back and landed in a dark alley. He bent down and picked up a small summer coin. He held the money in one hand and slapped his forehead with a folding fan on the other. With a sad face, he seemed to be ashamed and murmured: "This kind of money"
Picking up money with dirty hands? I made such a huge fortune in the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the lake. It’s not that big of a deal. Forget it, that’s right. If you don’t pick it up, it’s nothing. Don’t worry, I haven’t been a good cultivator for so many years.
, I make money, I cultivate, I practice boxing, whoever does worse is the son or grandson. It is difficult to kill the Nascent Soul and ascend to heaven. When competing with myself, have I lost? Well, I have lost, and it’s quite miserable. But
In the final analysis, am I not the best?"
I am afraid that only Jiang Shangzhen or Yang Ningxing from the Chongxuan Department could understand these words.
With his long sleeves waving, the sword fairy in white walked leisurely back to the ghost house.
Occasionally, the door gods passing through the door would have a little spiritual light, and they would immediately retreat and hide.
Tiptoeing, he climbed over the wall and landed in the yard.
After Chen Pingan landed, he narrowed his eyes instantly.
Du Yu was startled, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime. He quickly spread out his hand, revealing the military armor pill in his palm that could buy who knows how many pairs of Shenren Chenglu Armor. Although his teeth were chattering, he still poured beans out of the bamboo tube and complained.
Said: "Senior, a guy first called himself Zhou Fei, and then said his name was Jiang Shangzhen. He said he was a good brother of senior. He snatched the child away. I cast a body-holding technique on him, making him unable to move. I tried my best to do it to the point of death.
No, he also said that the little orphan had the qualifications to practice, so he brought it back to Aquarius Continent and asked senior not to worry and just travel to the north with peace of mind."
Chen Pingan nodded, picked up the sword fairy and waved it casually, nailing the sword and scabbard into a corridor column, then sat on a bamboo chair, fastened the sword gourd, Feijian Fifteen happily swept into it, Chen
Pingan lay back and said slowly: "I understand. Just keep this Golden Crow Armor Pill. It's yours. There's no need to be polite to that guy. He's rich anyway. If you have more money, it'll be hot for him."
Du Yu was so happy that after holding it in for a long time, he still couldn't hold back his smile. He could finally sit on the small bench with peace of mind and take a closer look at the priceless Bingge Jiawan.
Chen Pingan glanced at him and smiled, "I won't stay here for long. You will come with me out of the city when the time comes, and then we will go our separate ways. But I have agreed with you in advance that I will only control your life and death in the future.
It can be said that you are not destined to die. I have already told Mr. Cangjun Lake that after this trip to the north, you will return to the south in the future. For you, it is a talisman, but it is still not a life-saving talisman.
If I’m not wrong about Suijicheng’s plan, there is not one great monk behind it, but two. Fortunately, one of them is most likely related to the Mengliang Kingdom. He has succeeded and killed me... There is a reason
, but it may not be too persistent. Of course, the better situation is that they don't take action against me, and I don't die in the north. The amulet will always be effective. After all, I am not your ancestor. Then you, Du Yu, will die on your own.
May you be blessed. So if you are beaten to death one day, at least Yuan Ying will take action, and I will try my best to avenge you."
Some words.
Chen Ping'an still didn't say anything.
For example, Jiang Shangzhen never acts sloppily when doing things.
Maybe besides meeting Du Yu, there might be something else that Jiang Shangzhen didn't bother to talk to outsiders about.
This guy who was born as an authentic Genealogy Immortal Master is a Genealogy Immortal Master who Chen Pingan feels is even more wild than a wild cultivator.
As for Shu Jian Hu Gong Liu Dao Liu Laocheng, Qingxia Dao Liu Zhimao and other wild cultivators, Chen Pingan knew very well how difficult it was to deal with, not to mention Jiang Shangzhen was... rich.
Chen Ping'an wasn't sure who had more magic weapons when he met Cui Dongshan.
I guess the two of them each held a small stool to eat melon seeds, and then didn't do anything. They just had a magic weapon for each person. You hit it and I threw it. Can we chat all night?
So I still need to make more money.
In addition to the child who inexplicably "fell into the money nest", it was considered a favor owed by Chen Ping'an, not a small one.
This made Chen Ping'an feel helpless.
After Du Yu thought about it carefully, he carefully put the Jinwujia Pill into his sleeve. Damn it, it was really heavy. He smiled brightly and said: "Senior, I, Du Yu, am really not boasting. I have experienced so many things with you, now.
I'm so brave!"
Chen Pingan looked at Du Yu.
Du Yu chuckled, "I can pull him down!"
I have said it myself first, without having to worry about my seniors.
Chen Ping'an opened the folding fan, shook it gently, and said with a bright smile: "Hey, after meeting Jiang Shangzhen, brothers Du Yu have become very good at it."
Du Yu smiled mischievously and said, "Don't dare, don't dare. Senior Jiang is a close friend of the senior's generation. I, a junior among juniors, can't win over you."
Chen Pingan closed his eyes, smiled and said, "It's starting to disgust people again."
Du Yu scratched his head.
After dawn, his senior asked him to do a strange thing and go to a shop in Suijia City to buy Spring Festival couplets, painted with the door god and the characters spring and blessing.
Du Yu was uneasy, not because he was afraid that people would throw excrement on him as soon as he went out, but because he was afraid that the mountain gods like Patriarch Fan and Lord Ye would pick on the weaklings and seize the opportunity to slap him to death and run away.
Du Yu didn't dare to ask more questions about the result of Senior's trip to Cangjun Lake last night unless Senior himself said it.
Du Yuzhan tremblingly went to buy some items that he had never touched in his life. Not only did he pay the bill, but he also gave some extra silver as a reward.
Damn, I have to be kind and kind to others every day now!
If he scared any kid on the street, Du Yu would want to take the initiative to admit his mistake.
Returning to the ghost house smoothly and smoothly, Du Yu stood outside the door, carrying a parcel on his back and wiping his sweat. The world was dangerous and murderous, and it turned out that it was better to stay closer to his senior to feel at ease.
Everyone Du Yu met on the road at this moment was a master who had hidden his secrets deeply.
Then the senior took the package and without Du Yu's help, he started posting couplets about the door god and the words "spring" and "blessing" all by himself.
When the senior finished pasting the last word "spring", he raised his head and was speechless.
Du Yu recalled for no reason that his predecessor once said, "The spring breeze comes once," and said that this was the best saying in the world and should not be misused.
The two left the haunted house.
The senior went to the ruins of the Fire God Temple. Wherever he went, the people dispersed in a rush, as fearful as jackals, tigers and leopards.
The senior squatted on the ground at the ruins of the main hall, twisted out three sticks of incense, put it on the ground, and said with a smile: "I can't fulfill your wish and fall down as soon as you close your eyes, but I still want you to come back and accompany me.
My dear. Next time we meet, after scolding me, don’t forget to buy me a drink.”
Du Yu didn't know why his senior said this. Could this god of the Fire God Temple, who was so dead, still be alive? Even if the temple could be rebuilt, the local government remodeled the clay statue and did not give it to the Yinping Kingdom.
The imperial court eliminated the landscape ultimatum, but how much incense and pious prayers from the people of Suijia City were needed to rebuild the golden body?
After the two left Suijia City together.
After walking through the mountains and rivers for some time, one day, the senior who had no longer worn a bamboo hat and a green shirt took out his bamboo hat and hiking pole again, and carried the heavy bamboo box on his back, but he was still wearing a snow-white suit.
robe.
Chen Ping'an handed Du Yu two pages of paper, "One is called the Yang Qi Lantern Talisman, and the other is called the Obstacle Breaking Talisman. From now on, whether you walk around the world or do good or evil is your own business, Du Yu, but if you encounter some
You can only use these two kinds of talismans if you can do unnecessary things, such as being a knight-errant with a warm heart, or being a Qi practitioner who kills demons and eliminates harm for the people.
I am greedy. I have learned how to draw talismans and treat them as two pieces of waste paper. Can I do it? Think about it and then decide whether to accept it or not. If you accept it, remember to destroy it after reading it. If you don’t accept it, just leave.
Hurry up."
Du Yu took the two pieces of paper without hesitation, "Senior, don't worry, just like what you said, you bring your own blessings and misfortunes in life and death. I took these two pieces of paper today and will learn from the immortals taught by my seniors in the future."
Fu Lu, as long as we are not in a certain death situation and have the courage to do so, I, Du Yu, will definitely do it!"
The man smiled and patted Du Yu on the shoulder, "Very good."
Du Yu actually had tears in his eyes.
Watching the senior's figure gradually disappearing.
Du Yu suddenly asked: "Since senior is a swordsman, why don't you travel far away with a sword?"
The man just held on to his bamboo hat, waved his hand, and continued to move forward.