The bamboo forest is as thick as a bamboo forest, and there are a few thatched huts.
On both sides of the confrontation, at the door of a thatched hut was Ma Guixian, the chief disciple of the female martial arts goddess of the Daduan Dynasty.
The visitor, a man with a slender figure, wearing a green shirt, long coat and cloth shoes, is standing in the bamboo forest.
From two huts elsewhere, two women walked out. They looked young, but they were actually quite old. They were Ma Guixian's two junior sisters. One was from the Dou family of Yunzhuang, a top wealthy family in Daduan, and the other was
He was born in Yamazawa Yexiu, and turned into a pure martial artist in the middle, joining the army. In the end, during a tragic war, he was recognized by Pei Beixiang, the national master who presided over the battle, for his martial arts qualifications, and was accepted as a disciple. His martial arts realm improved rapidly, and his momentum was overwhelming.
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Dou Fenxia, who had a snake bun on her head, was leaning against a green bamboo tree with her back, her posture was lazy, and her body was plump. At this moment, she squinted and smiled, and carefully looked at the unkind man in green shirt.
Just before she stopped, she bent down and picked up a few pebbles and bamboo leaves from the ground. Now she leaned on a bamboo pole, raised her toes, and gently poked the ground.
The junior sister Liao Qingao not far away has been involved in spiritual practice and entered the cave realm early. Therefore, even though she is half a hundred years old, she still has the appearance of a girl, with an extremely thin waist and a long sword.
These three fellow disciples, as the senior brother Ma Guixian, are at the top of the mountain.
Dou Fenxia and Liao Qingao are both pure martial artists in the Yuanyuan realm.
The three pure warriors all have the hope of reaching the tenth level.
Therefore, in the eyes of the outside world, if five ten-level warriors appear in one sect at the same time in the future, the Daduan Dynasty's martial arts will be so prosperous that it will be unprecedented and unprecedented.
The breeze blows through the bamboo forest, and the man wearing a green shirt in the distance has his hair on the temples flickering slightly, his sleeves swaying slightly, and the clouds and water ripple.
In a trance, this person seemed to be in a mysterious realm where heaven and man are one.
This scene of the Qingling scroll is really eye-catching, and Dou Fenxia shines brightly. She is such a young hidden official who has heard her name for a long time but has not seen her face. It is no wonder that when she was young, she was able to fight three times in a row with her junior brother on the top of the city.
Liao Qingao, however, had a frosty face and didn't have a good impression of this person. He couldn't defeat his junior brother, so he took advantage of Cao Ci's participation in the Confucian Temple meeting to trouble his senior brother? What's going on?
Ma Guixian asked with a smile: "Chen Ping'an, have you found the wrong person? When did Mr. Ma become so famous? If you just want to practice boxing and hone your martial arts, aren't there other senior masters elsewhere?
It seems like it’s not my turn.”
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I am looking for the wrong person, I am looking for you. Unless you are not Ma Guixian."
At present, around the Confucian Temple, the number of great masters standing on the top of the martial arts mountain, both in the light and in the dark, could be counted on both hands.
Zhang Tiaoxia from Zhongtu, Changjing from Song Dynasty from Baopingzhou, Wang Fuxun from Luzhou from Beiju, Wu Shu from Tongyezhou, Pei Axiang from Aaizhou... They are all ten-level warriors with the best fists in one continent.
Although Ma Guoxian has always been arrogant, he is not too high-minded and feels that he can now compete with these seniors.
Among the ten young people in the world who were previously selected, the number 11 hidden official in front of him occupies a place by virtue of his dual identity as a Nine Realm martial artist and a Nascent Soul sword cultivator.
However, Ma Guixian learned from his master and junior brother that Chen Pingan had actually reached the tenth level in Tongyezhou.
Therefore, Chen Ping'an came to visit today and asked him about boxing to see his posture. It was equivalent to asking nine realms from ten realms. It was absolutely unreasonable and winning would be disgraceful.
Of course, if Chen Pingan really insists on asking for punches, Ma Guoxian won't mind taking the punches.
Ma Guixian was a Daduan warrior and a battlefield general who rose through the ranks. He now commands an elite frontier army of up to 200,000 people.
So Ma Guixian was too lazy to think too much and asked with a smile: "How do you ask?"
"I'll give you two choices. If you lose, first apologize and admit your mistake, and then return something."
Chen Ping'an said: "If you lose with fists but not with others, then you will fall into the realm. There will be no hope of ten realms in this life. I will ask Pei Bei about the boxing again in the future to get that thing back."
Ma Guixian was confused when he heard this. What was this all about? What to apologize for, who to admit his mistake to, and what to return? He and Chen Ping'an had no interaction at all.
Dou Fenxia smiled brightly, clenched the stone in her hand, raised the back of her hand, and touched it to her lips. She felt that this young hidden official was a little cute because of his aggressiveness.
Liao Qingao said coldly: "Chen Ping'an, this is not a place where you can run wild!"
Chen Ping ignored this and just stretched out a palm towards Ma Guoxian, indicating that the opponent could punch first.
The grievances are clear, so I visited today and only asked Ma Guixian about boxing. I want to use the principles that Ma Guixian is good at, on the martial arts fists and feet, and treat the other person's body in the same way.
Naturally, it has nothing to do with the Daduan Dynasty, the pair of masters and disciples Pei Bei, Cao Ci, and the two female warriors Dou and Liao. But if someone must get involved, Chen Pingan will explain the truth.
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Liao Qingao suddenly turned her head and looked at one place, her face full of displeasure. There was actually a monk on the mountain who dared to look at the mountains and rivers from a distance.
At the same time, Dou Fenxia raised her hand with a smile, and a bamboo leaf flashed past her fingertips. The bamboo leaf was like a pocket flying sword, pulling up a straight line, and the green bamboo leaf finally hovered somewhere, like a swordsman interrogating a sword.
A monk in the Immortal Realm who used his magical powers in the Aotou Mountain Immortal Mansion had to withdraw his powers. Inside the mansion, the Immortal shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was a royal minister of the Daduan Dynasty. He was a royal minister of the Daduan Dynasty.
Protect the few disciples of the national master Pei Bei. The three martial arts masters over there in the bamboo forest hut may not know the basics of Wenquan at the moment, but Immortal Daduan has seen the turmoil in Yuanyangzhu.
First and last, I know how powerful the swordsman in blue is.
Another reason that made the immortal smile bitterly was that the blue-shirted sword immortal was in the bamboo forest. His demeanor looked familiar, and it was actually somewhat similar to the cloud-water body of the immortal Yun Jie from the Jiuzhen Immortal Pavilion.
Similar in shape.
But in fact, although Ma Guoxian and the others met Chen Ping'an for the first time, they did not know anything about this last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
First, when Chen Pingan was a boy, he met Cao Ci, who was practicing boxing with Mao Mao there at the Great Wall of Swords. He had three defeats in three battles. Furthermore, Chen Pingan later recruited the founder of the disciple, a man named Pei Qian.
A young woman who traveled alone to the Middle-earth Divine Continent once went to the Daduan Dynasty and found Cao Ci. She signed up for her number and competed in four boxing matches. There was no suspense about the outcome. However, Pei Bei was interested in this foreign woman with the same surname.
Wu Fu admired it very much. During the years when Pei Qian was recuperating in the Imperial Prefecture, even Pei Qian's daily medicinal diet was prepared by Pei Bei himself.
Dou Fenxia smiled charmingly and asked: "Mr. Chen, can we discuss it with you? Before you fight Ma Guoxian to death, let me ask you about a few moves. This is not a serious matter.
Ask about boxing.”
Ma Guixian reprimanded: "Junior sister Dou, don't be ridiculous!"
Dou Fenxia had already moved a few steps sideways, and quickly threw out three stones in her hand, and several bamboo leaves were as fast as flying swords, heading straight for the green shirt.
She stretched out her hand and pressed it on the green bamboo next to her. The bamboo leaves rustled and fell one after another. A large group of green bamboo leaves gathered in the air and condensed into a large group of green color, as if hundreds of flying swords were being sacrificed.
Chen Pingan waved his sleeve with his left hand, scattering the stones and bamboo leaves that came towards his face. Then he raised his right hand, put his two fingers together, and pointed lightly. The sword aura between Dou Fenxia's eyebrows seemed to be condensed.
A grain of mustard seed was placed gently between her eyebrows. Like a visitor who only stood at the door but did not knock on the door, Dou Fenxia's fair face was slightly open, and the snake bun on her head was quietly loosened.
She didn't dare to make any move anymore. The bamboo leaves that had lost their warrior spirit and were supported by pure Qi suddenly scattered, and many of them fell in her bun and on her shoulders. She stamped her feet, showing the shy look of a young girl, and said sadly:
"Sure enough, it's two levels below, so there's no way to fight."
Dou Fenxia clapped her palms, and the pebbles that had been smashed by Chen Pingan's sleeve were scattered by her, where the bamboo leaves disappeared, and the golden light disappeared.
Chen Ping'an knew clearly in his heart that Dou Fenxia was a swordsman who deliberately revealed his identity. This lineage of martial arts was a pure martial artist, but he could naturally defeat martial artists through secret methods. When a martial artist from the same realm met her, it was like
When a qi practitioner encounters a sword cultivator, it is extremely difficult to deal with, and the chance of winning is extremely slim. However, it seems that there are many swordsmen in the Qingming world, but they are rarely seen in the Haoran world.
Unfortunately, even the student Cui Dongshan didn't know much about this art of catching swords, so Chen Ping'an learned a little bit about it and could only use it to scare people. He would never have the chance to use it in a life-and-death fight.
Dou Fenxia smiled brightly and still looked at the calm and composed man in green clothes. She gathered her voices secretly and reminded Ma Guoxian: "Brother, I guessed it right. Chen Ping'an is not only a sword cultivator, but he is also very deep."
The hidden swordsman is my colleague. In the next round of questioning, senior brother must be careful. You can never be too careful."
Ma Guixian, however, didn't appreciate it. It was just a boxing contest, and he was conceited about life and death. Dou Fenxia calculated her opponent in this way, and she was even more useless when she lost. It was not just that her skills were inferior to others, so she replied to her junior sister: "Junior sister, you don't have to spend so much time.
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Dou Fenxia looked calm, as if she was flirting with the young official, but her words to her senior brother were full of anger, "You can see that he is not a good person at first glance. You are going to be questioned by a ten-level martial artist. How can you be so shameless?"
In terms of face, you are the most squeamish among the old men! If it were you and me, the three of us would suffocate him together!"
Chen Pingan smiled.
I roughly guessed what Dou Fenxia was thinking, but she didn't tell her face to face.
Ma Guixian began to move forward slowly, and the opponents were all coming to him. As a perfect martial artist of the Nine Realms, who was only half a step away from the top of the mountain, and the nominal disciple of his master, there was no reason why he should not accept the punch.
Pei Bei originally intended to only have one disciple in his life, and that was Cao Ci.
It was because after the war ended a few years ago, His Majesty the Emperor of the Daduan Dynasty made a request to Pei Bei, saying that he was an old man who likes to read novels about Jianghu novels, for his own Jianghu, and Pei Bei, who looked very young.
Girl, please give me a favor.
Let the world after the Daduan Dynasty be more lively
, there must be more masters, there must be four masters and ten masters.
Pei Bei agreed.
So now Pei Bei has four direct descendants in name, the eldest disciple Ma Guixian, Dou Fenxia, Liao Qingao, and the close disciple Cao Ci.
Internally, except for Cao Ci, the other three were actually just anonymous disciples of Pei Bei. Cao Ci was still the founding disciple and also the closed disciple.
Externally, because Cao Ci was the youngest, he became the younger brother of Ma Guoxian and the other three.
Cao Ci didn't care about this matter, but the three senior brothers and sisters, including Ma Guoxian, all knew very well that only if they reached the tenth realm would they have a chance to be truly regarded as his direct descendants by their master.
Chen Ping'an always stood where he was, just gently rolling up his sleeves.
Ma Guixian's step sank slightly, and the muddy ground beneath his feet collapsed slightly. His body instantly left the place. Ma Guixian's powerful fist energy poured out violently. The large bamboo forest surrounding the green shirt fell backward at the same time.
Thousands of bamboo poles bend in a huge arc.
Chen Ping'an remained motionless. He pressed the palm of one hand against the opponent's upper elbow, slid back a few steps, extended his other hand, tilted it upward, held Ma Guoxian's chin, and suddenly exerted force.
Ma Guixian suddenly turned his head, avoiding Chen Ping'an's casual mention that seemed to be an understatement, but was actually extremely fierce. He bent his knees, twisted his waist and dropped his shoulders, his body sank, he rotated, and he swept his leg across. Then the green shirt disappeared.
Only a large piece of green bamboo was broken at the waist. Ma Guixian stood in the open space. The green shirt in the distance floated on the top of a broken bamboo. He made a fist with one hand and held it behind his back. He smiled and said: "You like to give in? I'm just older.
, I’m not of a high level, so I don’t need to be so polite.”
Dou Fenxia narrowed her eyes. If it had been her, she would have been unable to dodge the young Yin Guan's move just now. She was hit hard and fast. She would probably be done with the punches, and she would have to recuperate for a few months.
Ma Kuixian remained silent, took a deep breath, opened a boxing frame, and with the divine will of the bow as full as the moon, with the Nine Realm martial artist as the center of the circle, the surrounding bamboo forest bowed his head, and instantly bent down the pole, and there was a sudden crashing sound.
Everlasting.
It turns out to be a boxing technique that absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and then refines it into a breath of pure true energy? How is such a martial artist different from a trainer? Wouldn't it be natural to sit in a lawless place when fighting against a spiritual practitioner?
Ma Kuixian disappeared in a flash, and Dou Fenxia and Liao Qingao were unable to catch the traces of their senior brother.
There was only a sound like a fist exchange between the two sides, like a string of spring thunder exploding in the bamboo forest. The next moment, it was Ma Guoxian's turn to stand where he was wearing a green shirt. The arm that punched was shaking slightly and there was blood oozing out.
Sleeves.
The sight of the two female warriors was further away. The man was standing on a green bamboo pole that seemed to be nodding to the ground. He was looking down from a high position with his hands behind his back. He still only had Ma Guixian in his eyes. He asked with a smile: "You still have to give in, really?"
Do you think I am a friend from afar?"
Liao Qingao said in a deep voice: "If you ask about boxing, ask about boxing. If you humiliate others with words, are you worthy of being a master?!"
Chen Pingan nodded, "It makes sense, it sounds very similar to that."
There is an old man in Aquarius Island, who wears a sword with a yellow bamboo scabbard. Every time the old man walks in the rivers and lakes, he will read the old almanac before going out.
As a result, the old man was once at home, and a warrior from another continent came to buy a scabbard. If he didn't sell it, he would die, and he would also risk the lives of his grandchildren and his wife.
Probably from that day on, the old man no longer had the world in his heart. He began to accept his old age and couldn't turn over the old almanac.
Why, I, Chen Pingan, just chatted with you for a few words today, and now you feel that I am not worthy of being a martial artist?
Ma Guixian thought that this young hermit official was from Aquarius Continent, suddenly remembered something, and asked tentatively: "What is your relationship with an old guy named Song from Shushui Kingdom?"
Finally remembered.
Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "What is the relationship? The relationship between senior and junior. Senior Song taught me a swordsmanship."
Wherever a sword goes, thousands of armies can defeat it.
It is connected to the Jianqi Great Wall and the main road.
Chen Pingan took a step sideways, stepped off the bamboo pole, and touched the ground with his feet. The green bamboo pole beside him instantly straightened up, and the bamboo leaves swayed violently.
Chen Pingan asked: "Have you forgotten the old man's name?"
Ma Guixian sneered and said: "That's it. Yes, I really can't remember the old guy's name."
Remember that old martial artist in Zhuangzi, was he a Sixth Realm or Seventh Realm martial artist?
For the small country of Aquarius, he is probably considered the grand master who is the leader of the country? Ma Guoxian only vaguely remembers that the other party did not know good and bad at the beginning, was of low status, and was not timid. He was determined not to sell the scabbard. He was a member of Zhuangzi.
The young men and women, who seemed to be the old man's juniors, even risked their lives. In the end, the old man probably felt that it was not worth the destruction of his family just to get the scabbard, so he obediently handed over the scabbard.
Chen Pingan was slightly distracted and frowned slightly.
Because that extremely weird riverside meeting seemed to be over. All the great monks of the Fourteenth Realm had returned to the river of time.
Ma Guixian seized this fleeting opportunity, instantly came to Chen Ping'an, and quietly delivered the most perfect punch in his life.
Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand, grabbed Ma Guixian's punch, gently pushed it away, and then took the initiative to punch for the first time, which was the god-beating drum style.
With one punch, Ma Guixian's burly figure was pushed back ten feet straight. On the line, countless green bamboos were smashed into pieces. The fists connected with each other and Ma Guixian retreated again and again, unable to parry.
Dou Fenxia's face turned slightly pale. Could it be that senior brother was really going to be beaten down by this person?
A martial artist's fall is a very rare event, and the sequelae are even more terrifying than the fall of a qigong practitioner on the mountain.
Liao Qingao subconsciously wanted to take a step to interrupt the continuous flow of punches, but she still suppressed the idea of punching and watched her senior brother being punched non-stop by the green shirt.
There are rules in martial arts martial arts, which are even greater than victory or defeat, life or death.
Dou Fenxia had never really believed in one thing until this moment.
Chen Ping'an may now be truly qualified to compete with Cao Ciwen.
Senior brother Ma Guixian once said that there are countless martial artists in the world, but only his junior brother Cao Ci, before reaching the tenth realm, could completely crush his opponents in any realm and win with just a few punches.
, it only takes a few punches.
When that little junior brother Cao Ci reaches the tenth realm, he can face any ninth-level martial artist in the world, regardless of his qualifications. As long as he wants to determine the outcome, it will only be a matter of one punch, and there is absolutely no need to throw a second punch.
When that young woman came to Daduan to inquire about boxing, Cao Ci's attitude towards her was actually more like his treatment of Yu Xuanfu at the Jinjiazhou battlefield site in his early years.
However, Pei Qian's performance was indeed surprising. In those boxing competitions, although Cao Ci was a bit like a handicap chess player and deliberately suppressed the situation, Cao Ci was extremely serious from beginning to end, every time he punched.
Especially during the third round of questioning, Cao Ci accidentally received two punches from the opponent.
So after the boxing match ended, Pei Qian, who had lost, had fainted, but still leaned against the wall to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
It's like saying, I haven't lost my punch yet.
Afterwards, Cao Ci had to sit on the wall of Daduan Capital, holding his cheek with one hand and rubbing his forehead with the other to remove the bruises first.
The bamboo forest was knocked out by Ma Guixian, and a three-mile long road was created. On both sides of the road were bamboo poles shattered by the fists. In the end, this martial artist with broken mountains and rivers in his small world was the ninth-level martial artist at the previous moment, and the eighth-level martial artist at this moment.
Jingwufu, with his back against a green bamboo, his face covered with blood, could only stare wide-eyed, his arms drooped, and his feet tried his best to hold on, trying to let his body lean against the bamboo, but he still could not stop the trend of slowly sliding down.
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The man in green shirt bent down, stretched out a hand, pressed Ma Guixian's forehead, helped him stand barely, lowered his head and said: "Remember, that senior, whose surname is Song and whose name is Yu Shao, is the Sword Master of Shushui Kingdom.
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Chen Ping'an let go of his hand, and Ma Guoxian's pure Qi completely dissipated, and he fell to the ground, leaning against the green bamboo. After being seriously injured, he hung his head, as if sleeping.
After receiving nearly twenty punches from the God-beating-drum style, it’s not surprising that he fell. It’s strange that he didn’t fall.
As for how many times Ma Guoxian got punched by him, Chen Ping'an didn't remember what he was doing.
Chen Pingan turned his head and glanced at the two female warriors on the other side of the hut.
Dou Fenxia's heart was heavy, her expression was solemn, and she no longer looked charming at all.
She glanced at the man in green shirt, who nodded slightly, then tiptoed to the top of the bamboo sea, stepped on a bamboo branch, and looked into the distance, as if he was about to leave in the wind after the boxing was over.
Dou Fenxia swept away, squatted down, and reached out to hold Ma Guixian's shoulders. She had a sad look on her face for a moment, and her senior brother was really in trouble.
Liao Qing'ai stopped at the door of the hut, took a step forward, clasped her fists suddenly, and said sternly: "Chen Ping'an, wait for me to ask for help within thirty years!"
Chen Pingan turned his head and glanced at her, "It's up to you."
The next moment, a man wearing a green shirt disappeared out of thin air on the top of the bamboo sea.
At the same time, Chen Pingan, who was inside the Youtaozhou house, also disappeared.
The two Chen Ping'an, who had been wandering outside the Confucian Temple and causing trouble, were able to return to the riverside, and the three of them became one.
This riverside meeting was the most bizarre thing.
Earlier, he followed the Fourteenth Realm monks, including Wu Shuangjiang, to climb Tuoyue Mountain, a place where the illusion was close to the truth. When Chen Pingan reached the top, he found himself back by the river.
Chen Ping'an could only vaguely notice some subtle changes in that long river of time. He couldn't even remember or guess what he did or said between his two feet in tandem.
Chen Pingan always feels that things are not that simple.
When he returned to the river, he only saw Li Sheng and Bai Ze.
Sir, Ya Sheng, like other monks in the Fourteenth Realm, have disappeared.
She is also missing.
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to squat by the water, continue to stare at the long river of time, imitate Li Huai, and stop thinking about things he didn't understand.
It was only when I learned from Yingying Island that Liu Chicheng, a rich man from a wealthy country, actually spent a full fifteen hundred grain rain coins to buy one hundred pieces of green glazed tiles from the Huolong Master.
For someone who is "very good at doing business", let alone work as a bookkeeper in Luopo Mountain, even if you want to imitate the great swordsman and show the door to your own God of Wealth, Wei Wenlong, you, Liu Chicheng, are not qualified.
I borrowed money from others again at Baofengzhai in Yiaozhou Island, but after I met Yu Panshui and Yuan Zhou, I was in debt again.
So when Chen Ping'an looked at the mysterious and mysterious river of time, he really didn't think much and felt that he was staring at a fairy river of money.
I couldn't help but turn my head and look at Li Sheng.
Li Sheng smiled and said: "It's better for you to be in charge of the money bag."
Chen Ping'an knew that his plan to make time for a long time was definitely out of the question.
So he turned to ask about the knowledge of Po Zi Ling, and Li Sheng only replied, "When you leave here, Xiping will allow you to read the secret files of the Confucian Temple."
Chen Pingan stood up and bowed to express his thanks.
Li Sheng smiled and said: "There are often sword lights on the night sailing ship. I hope you won't make people feel like they have been waiting for a long time, because you may need to meet someone again before you can return to the night sailing ship."
Chen Pingan nodded, extremely confused.
Who to meet?
It can’t be the Holy Master, right?
Chen Ping'an didn't dare to ask any more questions.
Bai Ze left the ceremonial saint behind and walked alone to Chen Pingan. The two people, who were very different in age, sat and squatted by the water and chatted about the customs and customs of Aquarius Island. When Bai Ze went out that year, he brought with him
The fox spirit who looked like a woman in palace attire traveled around the vast world together, and the meeting with Chen Ping'an on the Dali border on the plank road on a snowy night was of course Bai Ze's intention.
Regarding Chen Ping'an's situation of bearing the true name of the great demon, Mr. Bai Ze said with a smile that the situation will be much better when Lord Yin Guan reaches the immortal realm.
Hearing Mr. Bai Ze call himself Yin Guan, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but feel awkward.
If one day in the future he returns to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and travels south to the wild world, it doesn't matter who Chen Pingan meets, he just hopes that he will not meet the person next to him.
But once you go to that wild world with only two bright moons left, it seems difficult not to meet Mr. Bai Ze.
"Chen Ping'an, you don't have to think too much, just do your part."
Bai Ze smiled and said: "No matter what other people think, as a scholar, you must firmly believe in one truth, you should do virtuous things, and there are people who are books. Then you may not be able to make a profit on your spiritual path, but at least it can make you feel at ease step by step.
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A tall woman dressed in white, she first appeared next to Chen Pingan, sitting cross-legged with a sword across her knees.
Then came the old scholar, Yasheng, Yu Dou, Lu Chen, the monk Shenqing, Nu Guan, the man who killed the dragon, the old temple master, Wu Shuangjiang, and the rest of Chen Pingan's unknown identities, all reappeared by the river one by one.
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It seems that everyone has traveled far away without any damage, and it seems that all the great monks in the Fourteenth Realm have just had a big dream. When they first wake up, they think about the dream and it becomes blurry.
Everyone is watching the moon by the water on the shore. Any thought is like a stone, and the thought is like throwing a stone into the water. The ripples in the water will only make the bright moon in the water more blurry.
Therefore, all the great monks who were actually standing on the top of the mountain were lost in thought, and no one spoke a word.
With the possible exception of the careless Master Bai Yujing, Lu Chen seemed hesitant to reminisce with Chen Ping'an and ask how his handwriting was now.
The woman in white sitting next to Chen Pingan was the first to speak and said with a smile: "A few years ago, when I had nothing to do outside that day, I opened up an ancient battlefield site as a place for sword practice. The master can ascend to it in the future.
, practice there, you can go if you want, and go back if you want, the Confucian Temple will not stop you, right, Lisheng?"
Li Sheng smiled and nodded, "Senior has the final say."
Chen Pingan was frightened when he heard this.
Sure enough, Li Sheng shifted his gaze slightly, looked at the young man carrying the sword, and added, "Right, Chen Pingan?"
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Mr. Li Sheng has the final say."
Lu Chen raised a palm to support the tilted lotus crown above his head, then smiled and praised: "My hometown is a land of etiquette."
The old temple master of Donghai smiled and said: "I haven't seen you for a few years, and my skills are getting better."
The old monk clasped his hands together, said a word to Amitabha, nodded and said: "Wisdom root, wisdom root makes this happen."
Chen Pingan was quite helpless, you are all in the Fourteenth Realm, you have the final say.
The riverside atmosphere makes it a bit more relaxing.
The Lisheng suddenly bowed to everyone, stood up again, and said with a smile: "The discussion is over, everyone goes back to his home."
No one asked anything, but they all seemed to have guessed something. Although the founder of the three religions did not show up during this meeting, he was definitely watching everyone from behind the scenes.
After "everyone goes back to his own home", there will probably be a clear result waiting for everyone.
Li Sheng opened the restriction, Bai Ze stood up and disappeared from the river first.
The old scholar trotted all the way, replaced Bai Ze, and sat next to Chen Ping'an. He stretched out his hand and said with disappointment: "This old Mr. Baize, how can he be an elder and not even have a golden pimple on the ground?"
Lu Chen stood on tiptoes, waved his hand and said, "Chen Ping'an, see you later. I'm waiting for you."
Chen Ping's arrangement turned a deaf ear.
The old monk Shenqing seemed to have had a quarrel with Chen Ping'an, and said with a smile: "The weather of Dongshan, the wind of Beihai, the cultivation of concentration and wisdom, and the divine meeting of Medicine Master Buddha."
Although Chen Ping'an didn't understand anything, he still stood up, clasped his hands, and bowed respectfully to the old monk.
Lu Chen had a pleased smile on his face, nodded to himself and said, "As expected, it's better to get close to Xiaodao, and there's no need to pay attention to these false etiquette."
Along the long river of time, the last great monks of the Fourteenth Realm, like comets, rise from the earth, go to the sky, and disappear in an instant.
Wu Shuangjiang will continue to travel around the wild world, looking for trouble with the old deaf man from the Sword Qi Great Wall.
Yu Dou glanced at the young man in green shirt carrying a sword before, returned to Qing Ming Tianxia, and continued to take charge of Bai Yujing.
The dragon-slaying man who is currently known as Chen Zhuoliu plans to find the thorns that have occupied the magpie's nest for three thousand years. It is time to move his nest and give it to the old owner.
Qinggong Taibao? What Qinggong?
Nature is his place of cultivation.
If he hadn't decided to slay the dragon back then, there wouldn't be only a White Emperor City in the world, but a Qing Emperor City first.
Chen Pingan sat back down.
She turned around, stretched out her hand, made a fist, and handed it to Chen Pingan.
Chen Ping'an didn't know what was going on. He stretched out his palm, but she suddenly held it and said with a smile: "Since it seems like it was just a blink of an eye, twenty years have passed. Thinking about it this way, the promise of Jiazi is nothing. I
Just take a nap in the sword training place, and don’t take other women to the outer world then. If you don’t reach the Ascension Realm by then, just say hello to the Lisheng."
Chen Pingan sighed and nodded slightly, agreeing to her.
The old scholar took a breath of air, looked straight, sat up straight as a bell, and said solemnly: "The scenery on the other side is extremely beautiful."
She let go of her hands and stood up.
Chen Pingan stood up and said: "Why do you have to go to Tianwai? You can visit the vast world. In the past ten thousand years, I have been in my hometown and haven't moved much."
She blinked, "Stay in Haoran Tianxia? I'm afraid the smell of jealousy is too strong."
Chen Pingan looked embarrassed and immediately shut up.
She looked at Chen Pingan and saw herself in his eyes. In her eyes, she only saw him.
She smiled, took a step back, and said softly: "Let's go."
Chen Pingan nodded.
She turned into a rainbow and left, breaking the curtain of the sky and heading straight to the sky.
The next moment, Chen Pingan found himself at the top of a mountain.
The top of Suishan.
There was an old gentleman standing not far away, looking at me with a smile.
Chen Ping'an couldn't help but couldn't help but didn't know what to say for the first time.
The old scholar jumped to his feet and said: "How can this be done? How can it be done? The gift is too great. No matter how young I am, no matter how diligent I am in my studies, no matter how good I am in cultivating my mind and strength, no matter how outstanding I am in my conduct, I still cannot afford this job."
What a great honor..."
The Li Sheng stood aside. He couldn't see the old scholar's behavior of being obedient even though he got an advantage. He smiled and said, "The gift is too big? Who was the one who begged so shamelessly before?"
The old scholar rubbed his hands and said, "If you hit someone but don't slap him in the face, if you scold someone but don't expose his shortcomings, if you don't understand the rules of etiquette, it's not good."
As a teacher, if you can ask for something, why not ask for it?
The old gentleman chuckled and said, "Scholar, your disciple didn't say you were so handsome."
Chen Pingan straightened up and looked a little shy.
Then a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred, and Chen Ping'an was shocked.
Then it makes sense that the great monks of the Fourteenth Realm gathered by the riverside before, but in the end they didn't even know what was being discussed.
The old gentleman hummed, nodded and said with a smile: "You're smart, you're smarter than you thought. That's right. If you don't know how to read, what are you going to do with reading?"
The old man laughed and said: "One person can do good."
Chen Ping'an hesitated, waited for a moment, and then said: "Thousands of people can be excited."