Cui Cheng's influence on Chen Ping'an through martial arts training is unimaginable.
The words he just said are obviously half of Chen Ping'an's repeated promises to Cui Cheng, the deceased person. Even though life and death are different, they are still echoing from afar.
Chen Pingan shook his head, "That's not the case. I have been living for myself. But when I walk on the road, I will have worries. I have to let some respected people live in my heart for a long time. The world cannot remember it, but I will remember it.
If there is a chance, I will make people remember it again."
She fell into deep thought and remembered some extremely distant past events.
After Chen Pingan walked for a while, he turned around and walked again.
She also followed and walked back again.
This is what Chen Ping'an pursues, lest the Sword Spirit's travel range in the long river of time is too large and something unexpected happens.
There are too many accidents in the world, and there is nothing we can do to stop them. They will come as they come.
But at least on my side, Chen Ping'an, I won't have too many complications due to my own negligence.
The person who knows me best, Mr. Qi, died because of me.
They sat on top of the city, just like before, both sides sat on the golden arch bridge.
Chen Pingan asked: "Are you leaving?"
She said: "You don't have to leave, but the old scholar who is waiting at Daixuan Mountain may have to go to the Confucian Temple to apologize."
Chen Ping'an said: "A short separation is nothing, but you must never leave without coming back. I may still be able to bear it, but it will be very uncomfortable in the end. I can't say anything about it, it can only make it more uncomfortable."
She smiled and said: "My master and I will live and die together for tens of millions of years."
Chen Pingan turned around and stretched out his palm.
She raised her hand, not a high-five, but took Chen Pingan's hand and shook it gently, "This is the second agreement."
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "I will do whatever I say."
She retracted her hand, patted her knees gently with both hands, looked at the barren and barren world in the distance, and sneered: "It seems that there are still a few immortal old friends."
Chen Pingan said: "Then I will be more careful."
She said: "If I show up, these sneaky ancient beings will not dare to kill you. The most they will do is cut off your bridge of immortality and start over again, forcing the master and me to walk on the same old path."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "No matter what I think in the future or whether I will change my mind, I just say that for now, I will not leave until I die."
She smiled and said: "I know."
Chen Ping'an suddenly laughed and asked, "Do you know what my strongest point is?"
She thought for a while and said, "Dare to make a choice."
For example, in the old scholar's painting of mountains and rivers, after handing Suishan a sword, Chen Ping'an made a choice between her and Ning Yao.
If it is wrong, there will actually be nothing to do next.
A person who flatters the so-called strong and powerful is not worthy to draw a sword to heaven and earth on her behalf.
After ten thousand years of human life, how many people have weak knees and bent spines? Countless. These people should really see how the sages of the human race ten thousand years ago overcame thorns and climbed high in the midst of suffering.
I just want to die and clear the way for future generations.
But in the end, after this group of people died generously, the brilliance of humanity, which was very different from divinity, began to change, or was covered up. The reason why the puppet ants created by the gods were ants was that
There are congenital disadvantages. It is not just as simple as the short lifespan of human beings. Because of this, the gods who are high in the sky initially regard them as ants under their feet that will not move for thousands of years. They can only provide a steady stream of incense for many gods.
Take and take, other than that, life is just like a piece of grass. At that time, a golden-bodied god overlooking the earth actually had some existence. He noticed the changes in the world, but relied on the incense of the world to condense and temper the golden body, which involved the gods.
It is the foundation of immortality, and the benefits are unimaginable. It is simply an inexhaustible source. Therefore, some gods turn a blind eye, while others do not take it seriously. They do not think how much it costs to crush a group of ants.
strength.
But the final outcome has evolved to this point, and of course there are accidental inevitabilities. For example, the battle between water and fire.
The biggest exception, of course, is that her previous master and the other gods were willing to treat a small group of people as true fellow-believers.
That was the beginning of swordsmanship and all methods in the world.
Chen Pingan shook his head and said softly: "My heart is free."
Then Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I have never said this to anyone before, because I have never thought about it."
She murmured and repeated those four words.
"My heart is free."
Chen Ping'an was thrown back into the city by the boss Sword Immortal. Nalan Yexing had already appeared at the door. The two walked into Ning Mansion together. Nalan Yexing asked softly: "Did the boss Sword Immortal pull him over?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said nothing more.
In fact, Nalan Yexing was not worried at all in the first place. Now that he learned that it was the boss Sword Immortal who did it, he felt even more relieved.
However, Chen Pingan said from the bottom of his heart: "Grandpa Nalan, tell Aunt Bai that you have something to discuss over there at Jiezi Xiaotiandi."
Nalan Yexing looked solemn, "Discussing with the lady?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Together."
The four of them gathered in the martial arts arena.
Chen Ping'an then gave an overview of the sword spirit. He only talked about the current situation and did not involve more details.
The two old men, Nalan Yexing and Bai Lianshuang, looked at each other as if listening to heavenly scriptures.
A true spirit born from a fairy sword?
Is it one of the four legendary swords? It was the most lethal one thousands of years ago? Are you an old acquaintance with the boss swordsman Chen Qing?
Ning Yao was fine and looked as usual.
Then the mustard world of the martial arts arena rippled, and a tall woman in snow-white clothes walked out, stood next to Chen Pingan, looked around, and finally looked at Ning Yao.
Ning Yao raised his eyebrows.
Sword Spirit smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll leave soon."
Ning Yao said: "So what if you don't leave?"
The sword spirit stared at Ning Yao's eyebrows, smiled and said: "It's interesting, worthy of my master."
Chen Ping'an knew it was going to be bad, but as expected, Ning Yao sneered and said, "If I don't, does that mean I'm not worthy? Do you have the final say on whether I'm worthy or not?"
Nalan's forehead was covered with sweat during the night walk.
Bai Lianshuang's body was even more tense and extremely nervous.
Sword Spirit smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, that's enough."
Ning Yao chuckled.
Chen Ping'an looked at his eyes, his nose and his heart, and all his eighteen martial arts skills were useless. Any more words he said at this moment would be a mistake.
Sword Spirit yawned, "Let's go, let's go."
The already ethereal figure gradually dissipated. Finally, under the escort of Chen Qingdu, he broke through the sky of the Sword Qi Great Wall and arrived at Haoran Tianxia. There were still old scholars who helped cover up the traces and went to Aquarius Continent together.
On the way, the old scholar asked with a smile: "How is it?"
Sword Spirit said: "She is not a very beautiful woman."
The old scholar rubbed his hands gently and said with an embarrassed look, "Where do you mean this?"
Sword Spirit snorted, "Tell me, Chen Qingdu, we haven't seen each other for ten thousand years, but the two sides reminisced about old times and had a good chat."
The old scholar frowned, feeling that this was not the right time and he should not ask more questions.
Sword Spirit lowered his head and glanced at the overhanging mountain, and said casually: "Chen Qing promised to let one more person go, totaling three people. You have an explanation at the Confucian Temple."
The old scholar said angrily: "What? Senior's huge reputation is worth one person?! Does this Chen Qing want to rebel? It's unbecoming and extremely wanton!"
Sword Spirit said: "I can make Chen Qingdu not let anyone go. If this happens again and again, then is my face worth four people?"
The old scholar Dayi Lingran said: "How can we let our seniors go to the Sword Qi Great Wall again? There are only three of them. Chen Qing is not kind. I, a scholar with an awe-inspiring attitude, still have to talk about etiquette, justice and integrity."
The sword spirit lowered his head again, it was that
At Jiaolonggou, the old scholar glanced at it and said angrily: "There are only some small fish and shrimps left, I think I'll forget about it."
In the line between Daoxuan Mountain, Jiaolonggou and Baopingzhou, the white rainbow and blue smoke flashed away, thousands of miles away in an instant.
Not to mention the swordsman wielding the sword, even the flying sword that sent messages across continents could not achieve such an astonishing speed.
Sword Spirit raised one hand and moved his fingers slightly.
The old scholar craned his neck to take a look, feeling a little uneasy and asked tentatively: "What is this for?"
Sword Spirit said calmly: "Keeping accounts."
The old scholar asked cautiously: "Keeping accounts? Whose accounts should be kept, Lu Chen? Or the stinky old man from Guan Taoist Temple?"
Sword Spirit smiled and said: "Remember how many times you called me Senior."
The old scholar said sadly: "How can this be so? Just imagine how old I am, and how many old guys call me old scholar one by one. When have I cared? Senior is an honorific title. Old scholar and that sour scholar are both joking names. Some Several people respectfully call me Master Wen Sheng. Who can I talk to about this anxiety and sorrow..."
The sword spirit put away his hand, looked at the sea sect at his feet where the first god of the Rain Master and the god general of the Nantianmen of the Heavenly Court stood at the same time, and asked: "How does Bai Ze choose?"
The old scholar smiled and said: "I made a good choice, I want to wait and see."
The sword spirit asked: "This meritorious deed?"
The old scholar shook his head and said: "It doesn't count. How can we count it? Whoever counts it, everyone is gone."
Sword Spirit sneered: "Scholars are really good at settling accounts."
The old scholar nodded and said, "No, I'm really tired."
Sword Spirit turned his head and said, "That's not right."
The old scholar said angrily: "It's too risky for you to go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi. I actually said that I can guarantee it with my life. The bastard thieves over there in the Confucian Temple won't agree to it, life and death. So the blame falls on my retreating disciples." Part of my merits have been used up. There are not many heroic people in the lineage of the Yasheng. I have to search and search. If I am just a sage but not a hero, I am not a true sage. If I still have the statue in the Confucian Temple, I will stare at the old man. , Damn it, you should have given the Yasheng lineage a good lecture. You also blame me. When it was prosperous, everyone in the three palaces and all the academies asked me to give lectures, but they ended up being thin-skinned and blind. Putting on airs, after all, I have said too little, otherwise I would have been focused on carrying the little hoe to those schools and academies. Now Xiao Ping'an is not a scholar who is better than his senior brother, there must be a lot of them."
Regarding the old scholar's unauthorized use of his master's merits, Sword Spirit did not have any emotional fluctuations at all, as if such an act was to her liking.
As for the old scholar talking about risking his life as a guarantee, she was so embarrassed for the sour scholar next to her. She was too embarrassed to talk about it. How could he not know why she was not a human being or a ghost? Who in the world can kill you now? The Supreme Saint Master will never take action, especially the Li Sage. The Ya Sheng only has a dispute with him, the Literary Sage, and does not involve any personal grudges.
The old scholar nodded to himself and said: "There is no need to use it in vain. It is better to use it up early, so that my disciple will not know about it and be upset. Being involved in this is not a good thing. My lineage is really not what I want to do." He has a golden face, he is a high-spirited and knowledgeable person, and he is a true hero with excellent conduct. Xiao Ping'an, this kid, has traveled across three continents and traveled far and wide, but he has never been to an academy. He knows how important it is to our Confucian Confucian temples, schools and academies. How's your attitude? I'm holding my breath, I think it's good, this is the right thing."
Sword Spirit smiled and said: "Cui Chan?"
The old scholar looked confused and said: "Have I ever accepted this disciple? I remember that I only have one disciple, Cui Dongshan."
Sword Spirit said: "I think Cui Chan is the most popular."
"Who says it isn't?"
The old scholar looked dazed and murmured: "I also made mistakes, but it's a pity that there is no chance to correct my mistakes. Life is like this. Knowing your mistakes can make a lot of improvements, but knowing your mistakes can't be corrected, there is no big regret, and there is no big pain."
It's just that the old scholar quickly swept away the gloom in his heart, tugged at his beard and smiled. You can't chase the past, but you can still chase the comer. Didn't he accept a retreating disciple?
What senior?
We are young, but we are from the same generation.
At dusk, over at the liquor store, Dieshang was a little confused. Why did Chen Ping'an come back for a drink not long after he left during the day?
The wine shop's business was good, not to mention that there were no empty tables, not even a single empty seat. This made Chen Ping'an feel a little better when buying wine.
Diezhang handed over a bottle of the cheapest wine and asked: "This is it?"
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "When something happens, Ning Yao tells me that he is not angry. He is the kind of person who says he is really not angry, but I always feel that it is not the case."
Diezhang didn't gloat about his misfortune and comforted him: "Ning Yao never minces words when she talks. If she says she's not angry, she definitely means she's not angry. You're overthinking it."
Chen Ping'an replied and said dullly: "Big shopkeeper, you decide for yourself, am I more accurate, or are you more accurate?"
Diezhang could feel at ease now and gloat about his misfortune, "Then, the second shopkeeper, just drink a few more bottles. Our shop has enough wine and water. We have the same old rules and familiar faces. No credit will be given except to those who have just broken through."
Chen Pingan was squatting on the roadside with a wine pot, chopsticks and dishes. Next to him was an alcoholic swordsman who often came to visit his business. He was the kind who would die if he did not drink for a day. His name was Han Rong in Longmen Realm, just like Chen Pingan.
I would only drink Zhuhai Dongtian Liquor at a price of one piece of snow at a time. Earlier, Chen Pingan told Die Zhang that this kind of customer needs to be attracted to a smiling face the most. Die Zhang was still a little stunned at the time, so Chen Pingan had to patiently explain that all friends of drunkards are drunkards.
And he likes to squat in a nest and drink to death. Compared with those who drink a pot of good wine alone every now and then, the former are the good guests who can't wait to turn back and sit down after just a few steps from the wine table. All the people in the world
Hammer business is not a good deal.
At that time, Diezhang actually seriously recorded these words of wisdom that he thought were good words in his account book one by one, which made Chen Ping'an beside him feel sad to death. Our big shopkeeper is really not good at doing business. These dozen or so people
How did you open a shop in Nian? Have you been working as a baggage owner for only a few years? Is it possible that you really have some talent in doing business by yourself?
Han Rong asked with a smile: "Second shopkeeper, are you drunk? What's the matter? I owe you a hand and you kicked me out? It's okay. Brother Han, I am a veteran of Huacong. I will teach you a trick. I'll treat it as drink money. How about this money?"
Good deal!"
Chen Ping'an chewed the pickles, took a sip of wine, and said leisurely: "I listened to you, so I'm going to do this nonsense. Besides, I just came out to have a drink. Besides, I don't know who is passing on the tips to whom."
Son? What did Brother Han write on the "Nothing" sign on the wall of the shop? Did he forget it after drinking? I don't understand. There are so many "Nothing" signs in the shop, but there is only one. The side with the name is on the wall. "I love Mr. Han."
Brother, do you think our shop is a place for you to confess your love? That girl still dares to come to my shop to drink? You pay double for the drinks today."
"Don't bother me. Talking about money hurts friendship."
Han Rong held the bowl with five fingers, slowly took a sip of wine, and then sighed: "We have a lot of bachelors here, but infatuated people like me are rare. If I really become a man in the future and win a beautiful woman, I will treat him like one."
Your store will appear. I will keep it in the future to fulfill my wish. When the time comes, I can get two bottles of wine for five snowflakes."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's easy to say, I will give you another pot when the time comes."
Han Rong asked: "Seriously?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It's just a piece of snow."
Han Rong said in disappointment: "Too uncouth, the dignified second shopkeeper, young and promising, outstanding, a young man like a dragon or a phoenix among people..."
Chen Ping'an laughed and scolded: "Stop it, stop it, Brother Han, I spit out my drink, are you going to compensate me?"
Standing in the distance, looking at the two people chatting very enthusiastically, I feel a little satisfied that the second shopkeeper is really good at talking.
Chen Ping'an also said that he really likes drinking on the Great Wall of Jianqi, because there are many wine tables on the other side of Haoran Tianxia. For the same glass of wine, the one with greater authority has a deeper cup, and the one with less authority has a shallower cup.
Han Rong chuckled and suddenly remembered something, "Second shopkeeper, you read a lot, can you help me think of some sour poems? The level doesn't need to be too high, just like 'Zeng Meng Qingshen came to the wine'. I like that girl
, I prefer this one, if you can help me, no matter what
It’s no use, I’ll help you bring a table of drunkards over later. If you don’t drink ten jars of wine, I will take your last name from now on.”
"You think it's just drinking wine. If you have money, just serve bowls to the table. There's no such thing."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Besides, I haven't gotten married yet, so I won't accept a son."
Han Rong picked up the wine bowl and said, "We have a deep relationship with each other. Let's be quiet for a while and try to come up with a song for my brother. Even if it's just one or two sentences, it will work. Is it okay to be a grandson instead of a son?"
Chen Ping'an raised the wine bowl and said, "Let me think about it later. But to be honest, whether poetry will flourish or not depends on whether you drink enough."
Han Rong immediately turned to Diezhang and shouted loudly: "First shopkeeper, second shopkeeper, I will pay for this jar of wine!"
Diezhang nodded, feeling that if Chen Pingan was willing to sell wine with peace of mind, he would probably be able to open his shop on the top of the city in a few years.
A slender young woman came slowly and walked up to the second shopkeeper who was explaining to Mr. Han what "flying light" was. She smiled and said, "Can you spare Mr. Chen a moment?"
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, turned to Han Rong and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as she understands."
Chen Ping'an walked on the street with the woman and said with a smile: "Miss Yu is interested."
The person who came was Yu Qia, the woman who haunted Fan Dache and made him heartbroken.
Yu Qia looked slightly unnatural, but soon said in a soft and slow voice: "I heard about what happened that night. Although Fan Dache and I did not make it to the end, I still want to personally apologize to Mr. Chen.
, after all, the matter started because of me, which caused Mr. Chen to suffer some injustice. Maybe it is not appropriate to say this, and it may even make Mr. Chen think that I am saying some hypocritical polite words. In any case, I still hope that Mr. Chen can
Please be considerate to Fan Dache, he is a really good person, but I can't help him."
"If Fan Dache is a bad person, I won't be scolded by him."
Chen Ping'an said: "Who hasn't drunk yet? When a drunk man chants a woman's name, he must really like her. As for drunken curses, there is no need to take it seriously."
"Thank you Mr. Chen."
Yu Qia gave him a blessing and said, "Then I won't bother Master Chen drinking with his friends."
After Yu Qia left, Chen Ping'an returned to the shop and continued to squat and drink. Han Rong had already left, and of course he did not forget to help pay the bill.
Diezhang came closer and asked, "What's the matter?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's just what happened with Fan Dache. Yu Qia came to help make amends."
Die Zhang twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's not that I'm afraid of irritating Chen Sanqiu. Chen Sanqiu is the one who holds the top spot among Fan Dache's young masters. If Chen Sanqiu really wants to say something serious, Yu Qia will never leave again."
I want to hang out there."
Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing more.
It's not that simple.
Chen Pingan suddenly said: "Let's make a bet, will Fan Dache show up?"
Diezhang nodded and said, "I bet he will show up."
Chen Pingan smiled and was about to nod.
Diezhang changed his words and said, "I won't gamble anymore."
Chen Ping'an looked a little regretful, and Diezhang felt that he was right not to gamble. Unexpectedly, after half a stick of incense, Fan Dache came.
Diezhang rolled his eyes.
When Fan Dache arrived at the wine shop, he hesitated, but finally ordered a bottle of wine and squatted next to Chen Pingan.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Miss Yu said that she can't help you."
Fan Dache lowered his head, his face suddenly filled with tears. He didn't drink, he just held the wine bowl.
Chen Ping'an raised the wine bowl, touched it lightly with the white bowl in Fan Dache's hand, and then said: "Don't think too hard. I wish I could fight tomorrow. I think it's okay to die south of the Sword Qi Great Wall."
Fan Dache drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, "How do you know?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Guess."
Fan Dache said: "Don't let me prevent you from being friends with Sanqiu, or you may still be friends, but you have a grudge in your heart."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You are thinking too much."
Fan Dache nodded and said, "That's good."
Chen Pingan said: "If you don't come to me today, I will come to you."
Fan Dache smiled bitterly and said: "I accept the kindness, but it's useless."
Chen Pingan said: "You must be feeling uncomfortable right now. The mosquitoes and flies are buzzing like thunder, and the ants passing by are like mountains. I have a way, do you want to try it?"
Fan Dache asked in confusion: "What method?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "If you fight, it will hurt as much as your heart aches, and you will feel better."
Fan Dache said doubtfully: "You're not just looking for an opportunity to beat me up, are you? I threw a wine bowl at you, and you hold a grudge like this?"
Chen Ping'an said: "If you don't believe me, I will pull you down."
But in the end, Fan Dache still followed Chen Ping'an to the corner of the street. Before Fan Dache could get out of his stance, he was knocked down with a punch. After falling to the ground several times, Fan Dache finally stood up with blood on his face and staggered forward.
On the way, Chen Ping'an finished his work and was still calm and relaxed. Walking aside, he turned around and asked with a smile: "How was it?"
Fan Dache wiped his face, spread his hands, raised his head and cursed: "I feel sorry for you, uncle! If I go back like this, Sanqiu and the others may think that I really can't think about it anymore."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you vomit some blood, otherwise you will have drank my Zhuhai Dongtian wine for nothing. Remember to pay for the drink before leaving. As for the white bowl, forget it, I am not the kind to care about it.
People cannot remember such small things."
Chen Pingan stopped and said, "I have something to do."
Fan Dache walked to the store alone.
Chen Pingan turned around and said with a smile: "Didn't it scare you?"
It's that young man Zhang Jiazhen.
Zhang Jiazhen shook her head and said, "I want to ask how the word "steady" should be interpreted according to Mr. Chen's original intention."
Chen Ping'an said: "There is another explanation for stability, which means 'people are not in a hurry'. Its meaning is similar to slowness. It's just that there is nothing wrong with being slow. In the end, we seek speed, so we are anxious."
Zhang Jiazhen thought for a moment, smiled knowingly, raised her head, looked at Chen Ping'an with his hands in his sleeves, and asked: "Mr. Chen, I can't even practice martial arts and swordsmanship, so when I have free time in the future, my husband happens to be near the shop.
Then can I ask Mr. Chen for help in deciphering the Chinese characters?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Of course. I will come here often in the future."
Zhang Jiazhen blinked.
Chen Pingan turned around and looked, it was Ning Yao.
Zhang Jiazhen said goodbye, turned around and ran away.
Chen Pingan walked quickly and asked softly: "Why are you here?"
Ning Yao asked: "Drinking again?"
Chen Ping'an was speechless and smelled of alcohol. If he dared to beat him to death and refused to admit his guilt, wouldn't he be beaten to death?
Ning Yao suddenly held his hand.
Neither of them spoke, they just walked past the store and walked on the street.
Ning Yao asked: "Why don't you speak?"
Chen Pingan thought for a while and imitated someone else's words, "Chen Pingan, even if you are lucky enough to marry a wife in the future, she will probably be a heartless person."
Ning Yao was speechless for the first time. He was silent for a moment. He just smiled to himself, narrowed his eyes, raised his hand forward, leaving an inch of distance between his thumb and index finger, as if saying to himself: "I don't like it even if I like it so little."
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Ning Yao was a little confused and found that Chen Pingan had stopped moving forward, but the two of them were still holding hands, so Ning Yao turned around and looked. For some reason, Chen Pingan's lips trembled and he said hoarsely: "If one day, I leave first,
What will you do? What will you do if we still have our children?"
Chen Ping'an is no longer the boy with straw sandals in Mubo Alley, nor is he the kid carrying a basket of herbs. For some reason, just thinking about this makes him a little sad, and then very sad.
All the pain that can be expressed can be slowly endured after all. Only the sadness that is secretly hidden will only be broken into small pieces, gathered together, year after year, like a lonely little mute, hiding in the corner of the heart, curled up
When he got up, the child just raised his head and looked at each of his grown-up selves silently, without saying a word.