Seeing Cao Ci, Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Over in Daduan Capital, you are willing to teach Pei Qian four rounds of boxing. I would like to thank you here."
Cao Ci smiled and nodded, and calmly accepted the young hermit official's thanks. In the early years, when he faced Pei Qian for four consecutive boxing contests, Cao Ci was very knowledgeable every time he punched. Such teaching of boxing can be said to be careful. Since this is the case, it is
There is nothing to admit.
Besides, in the third round of boxing where Pei Qian had the strongest momentum, the highest punching power, and the latest boxing skills, Cao Ci also received two punches from her, both in front of her face, and she thanked Chen Ping'an. No matter how you look at it,
I still lost money. As for the last boxing match after losing three games in a row, the young female martial artist was a bit showy and used a lot of patchwork punches to fight in a very good way.
In front of me was Cao Ci, dressed in white, spotless.
Chen Ping'an met Cao Ci in the city when he was a boy. He just felt that this man of his age, dressed in snow-white robes and handsome in appearance, was like a fairy, unattainable and far out of reach.
Looking again now, Chen Pingan could tell at a glance that the robe Cao Ci was wearing was an immortal robe of the rank of an immortal soldier. According to the obscure entries recorded in the summer palace archives, the founding emperor of the Daduan Dynasty, Fuyuan
Deep, once owned a robe called "Daxue", which was extremely mysterious. When worn by earthly immortal monks, they were like saints sitting in the small world. At the same time, they could also be used to detain and torture the eight and nine realm martial arts masters who had become prisoners.
No matter how unruly the warrior is, he is trapped in it, his limbs are stiff, his skin is chapped, and his soul is tortured, like layers of heavy snow pressing down on the sycamore tree, and his muscles and bones are broken like branches, like the sound of breaking firewood.
If there are no accidents, this is what Cao Ci is wearing.
Wearing a robe is something Chen Ping'an is very familiar with. The higher the rank of the robe and the level of the martial artist, the more useless the robe becomes, and may even overwhelm the martial artist's physique.
Maybe it was Pei Bei's deliberate decision in the early years to make Cao Ci practice boxing all the time, whether he was awake or sleeping, without actually stopping for a moment.
Cao Ci's martial arts qualifications and boxing talent are already as high as they can be.
In Cao Ci's eyes, the green-shirted man in front of him was now both a martial artist in the Zhijing realm and a swordsman in the Jade Purity Realm, but he still seemed to be the same Chen Ping'an as before.
But tonight when Cao Ci visited Gongdelin, he didn't seem to have any intention of punching immediately.
Or are you waiting for an opportunity to "disagree"? For example, after reminiscing about old times, we accidentally talked about the plight of our senior brother Ma Kuixian, and how the scabbard was precious and it was hard to disobey the teacher's orders? In the same way, Chen Ping'an was in the bamboo forest.
You can tell me on the side, Cao Ci came to Gong De Lin, can you tell me again?
No matter what, Chen Pingan just laughed at the moment.
It seemed like I saw Cao Ci with a bruised nose and swollen face.
On the top of the capital city of Daduan, he lost all four boxing matches with Cao Ci. After Pei Qian saw his master Chen Ping'an at Yunku Paradise, he spoke frankly. But for some unknown reason, Cao Ci was punched twice by her, and Pei Qian was beaten by her twice.
On the contrary, he didn't mention money at all. Maybe he thought that after losing four fights and giving away hundreds of punches, he only punched Cao Ci twice. If he still had the nerve to say it, he would probably be able to eat enough chestnuts when he got to the master's side?
Cao Ci asked curiously: "Why are you laughing? Because you have a good apprentice?"
Perhaps because the opportunity has not come, Cao Ci himself has no plans to accept a disciple yet.
Chen Ping'an said sternly: "It's nothing. When it comes to practicing boxing, Cao Ci is invincible. I agree. As for teaching boxing to others, it's just a matter of time. If it were me, I wouldn't have received more than two punches."
Only Chen Ping'an could say this with such peace of mind.
When he returned home from a trip to Luzhou, Beiju, on the second floor of the Bamboo House, Chen Ping'an, who was full of confidence, wanted to punch Pei Qian properly for the first time in his life. As a result, he fell to the ground with one punch. It was true that there were not two punches.
Liu Shiliu appeared, arms folded across his chest, leaning against a big tree, looking at the two pure warriors with a smile.
It's quite interesting. When asked about both boxing parties, neither of the two young men who have stood at the top of the world's martial arts has any murderous intentions. It's like they are just two long-time friends reuniting to reminisce about old times.
But it is certain that as long as one party is determined to punch, no one will be ambiguous, and the fight will definitely be beautiful. Jun Qian even feels that once these two punch, they have a chance to fight better than Zhang Tiaoxia and Pei Cup.
, better looking.
This was Liu Shiliu's first time meeting Cao Ci, and he was indeed outstanding. Just talking about appearance, his junior brother couldn't compare to him.
Worried that Cao Ci would misunderstand, Liu Shiliu waved his hand, "I'm not here to favor Chen Pingan, I just want to see you guys fight."
Liu Shiliu was born with boxing skills, but he never put too much effort into practicing martial arts in his life.
Cao Ci cupped his fists and said, "Cao Ci, the Daduan warrior, has met Mr. Liu."
Liu Shiliu nodded in greeting, then smiled and said: "Forget it, I'd better go. But I have already said hello to Mr. Xiping. If you want to ask about boxing, don't worry about the damage on Gongdelin's side. Xiping
Sir, you have your own means to restore it to its original appearance."
Liu Shiliu left this place. No matter how you look at it, Liu Shiliu seems to be swaying Cao Ci to beat Chen Pingan. This senior brother is really unconventional.
Cao Ci said: "Master has already set off for the Tingji Guixu Ferry, leaving only the scabbard to me."
The four places that connect the two worlds are back to the ruins. Before the long journey that A Liang ridiculed as the escort of the water god, there are sages, monks and sword cultivators who will set off first to go to the wild world, such as the two deputy leaders of the Confucian Temple and the three universities.
They had already gone to the Tianmu Ferry for the Palace Offering Wine. Even if Yu Xuan needed to join Dao Xinghe, he would still stare at the Shenxiang Ferry from the sky. After leaving Gongde Forest, the real Huolong had actually rushed to Shenxiang. As for Pei Bei
, they went to the Taoji Ferry, and Su Ziliu and Qi went on a long trip to the Sunchuan Ferry together.
The top combat forces in the world, not one of them, will appear on the front line of the wild future battlefield one after another.
Ma Guixian, who was seriously injured, had been escorted back to the Daduan Dynasty by his junior sister Dou Fenxia, while Liao Qingao was waiting for his junior brother Cao Ci, and then rushed to the wilderness together.
Chen Ping'an looked at the bamboo-yellow sword scabbard and said with a smile: "I have checked many files about the secrets of the Daduan Dynasty's mountains and rivers. I have also asked Senior Song and the mountain gods of the nearby Jianshui Villa. Now I want to hear it.
Maybe I'm wrong about what you said."
The name of the sword worn by the predecessors of the Song Dynasty was "Yiran". After searching through ancient books, they found the record of "the sharp light split the five mountains, and the sword energy cut through the great mountains" from the fragments of the ancient books. However, the predecessors of the Song Dynasty never found out the roots of the scabbard.
Foot, by chance in the early years, he opened the mechanism of the main stone pier of the deep pool, and when he got the ancient sword, the bamboo yellow scabbard was already the sword chamber of the ancient sword. Chen Ping'an asked the mountain god about that deep pool.
Tan's mystery, and then after examining Pei Bei's age, finally came to the conclusion that this was Chen Ping'an's second reason for asking Quan Ma Guixian.
It is enough to determine that the "age" of the scabbard, which was hidden in the deep pool of Jianshui Villa, is older than the age when Pei Bei, the Grand Master of the Daduan Dynasty, owned the ancient sword.
Cao Ci shook his head and said: "The sword and the bamboo scabbard have been separated for many years. In fact, it is impossible to say who is the owner. When the master got the sword, there was no scabbard. It was just a long sword without a scabbard, which was always a bit regretful. So back then, the master asked the senior brother to treasure it.
Pingzhou, relying on the results of astrology and following clues along the way, my senior brother finally found this bamboo scabbard."
Pei Bei's sword is a famous ancient sword, Qingshen.
This sword became famous too early and had been silent for too long, so it became unknown in later generations until it was found by Pei Bei.
Cao Ci raised the scabbard in his hand and said: "Master and senior brother said that it is a purchase. If the person holding the bamboo scabbard is not willing to sell, forget it. There is no need to force it."
His master, Pei Bei, the national master of the Daduan Dynasty and the most popular female martial arts god in the world, had been silent since he was a child and was called a wooden person by his peers. After experiencing ups and downs, after practicing martial arts at a young age, he liked to drink secretly and was greedy.
In the past, the stupid girl wanted to say "no" to many things on the first day of practicing martial arts.
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I believe this is the truth."
Cao Ci continued: "But senior brother made his own decisions, which led to the forced buying and selling in Aquarius Island. Senior brother was a military general on the battlefield. He joined the army at a young age and led the most elite frontier army of the Daduan Dynasty, controlling thousands of miles of land.
, guarding the border. With more than thirty years of military career, Ma Guixian has long looked down on life and death, his own, others', the emperor's, and the enemy's."
Having said this, Cao Ci paused for a moment and said with a smile: "I'm not trying to defend anyone, but there are some things that I need to explain clearly to you."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "You have to be reasonable."
Only when you are calm can you truly be reasonable.
Cao Ci said: "Senior brother lost a fist in the bamboo forest and fell into a bad situation. He understands this matter very well, but he just feels that his boxing is not as good as others. He is wrong in not thinking about the bamboo sheath. I advise
I said a few words, but senior brother didn’t like to hear it. Boxing is our own boxing, and things are our own family affairs. We should settle our grudges and take responsibility for life and death. As a junior brother, I won’t say anything more. So I guess in the future, senior brother will still ask you questions.
fist."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I really like asking about boxing. I can ask him as many times as he wants."
You can't stop that Ma Guixian from asking how many games he has lost. Ma Guixian will only lose again and again in his life. After losing, he will finally become a battlefield general who leads the army in war.
However, Chen Pingan added: "As for Senior Liao's Wen Quan, I will take care of it separately. It is just a purely martial arts competition."
Cao Ci smiled and said, "Of course I can trust you in this kind of thing."
Otherwise, why would Cao Ci go to so much trouble tonight? He would just pay a visit, find Chen Ping'an, and punch him.
Cao Ci gently threw the scabbard in his hand to Chen Pingan.
Chen Pingan reached out his sleeve, took the scabbard, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, Cao Ci is still Cao Ci."
He is a pure martial artist, but he is more immortal than the Taoist monks in the mountains.
Cao Ci said: "I have already reached the state of Guizhen. If you are still energetic for the time being, then I won't fight you until you reach the state of Guizhen."
Chen Ping'an said: "When I die, won't you already be the 'god' again?"
Cao Ci smiled and said, "Then I can't just wait for you."
Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "When I travel to the Middle Earth Divine Continent, no matter whether we are at a different level, I will come to you for questioning."
Having said this, Chen Ping'an immediately changed his words: "Maybe it's still on the Sword Qi Great Wall?"
According to Cao Ci's temperament, he will definitely go to the wild world, maybe he will not stay at Tingji Ferry, and choose to travel alone in the wild world and go deep into the hinterland.
Cao Ci nodded and said: "Then let's make an appointment at the top of the city, or at the same place as usual?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "No problem."
Although I won't return to the Sword Qi Great Wall immediately, I have watched the wild world for nearly twenty years on the top of the city, which made my eyes watery, so I will always have to leave.
The God of Wealth of the Liu family in Ai Aizhou once set up a no-lose game against Cao Ci, and the time limit for being the banker was five hundred years.
The well-informed and discerning people at the top of the mountain all knew that this strange gambling game set up by Liu Jubao was actually just for two young men of the same age and had little to do with the rest of Haoran's martial arts.
What's even weirder is that the two who bet the most money were betting that Cao Ci would not lose.
One of them is Huo Long Zhenren, who is famous for not taking money with him when he goes out, and there is another person whose identity is unknown.
Over there in the pavilion, the old scholar raised his sleeves, picked up the chess pieces in one hand, and twirled his beard with the other hand and asked, "Can't we play anymore?"
Liu Shiliu smiled and said: "Not necessarily."
Zuo Zuo said: "I will definitely fight."
Jingsheng Xiping, who was invited to play chess by the old scholar, reminded him: "I don't care whether you beat him or not. Just put the two chess pieces back on the table."
You can just touch the fish, and you can take away the two key pieces of the chess game with one touch.
The old scholar said angrily: "Before I was not restored to the Confucian Temple, I could touch one. Now I touch one more. What's wrong with you? Scholars can't suffer any loss. How can I do that?"
Xiping pointed at the chess game, "Take it away, and take a few more if you have the nerve."
The old scholar was stunned and hurriedly picked up a few pieces from the chessboard, "Hey, there is such a request in the world. It's strange, so I have to go against my conscience and satisfy you!"
Xiping stopped playing chess and asked to put the chess piece in his hand back into the chess box.
The old scholar looked at the chess game and restored the chess pieces in his hand to the chess board one by one, and then sighed with emotion: "I never thought I could beat Xi Ping on the chess board. Who would dare to believe it if word spreads about it?"
Xiping chuckled and said, "Why don't you say that I was a closed disciple before and was not around, so I kept hiding 70% to 80% of my chess power."
The two sides confront each other in the distance.
Chen Ping'an held the scabbard in his hand, "Send it to you?"
Cao Ci shook his head and said, "No need."
The two of them turned around almost at the same time, one returned to the pavilion to meet his senior brother, and the other was about to leave the merit forest to meet his senior sister.
Two warriors who have already reached the top of martial arts, they are still going one step further. They walk with their backs facing each other, their steps are slow, their spirits are calm, and they are very calm.
One thought, after finishing explaining the truth to Chen Ping'an for his master and senior brother, he seemed to have nothing to do, so he came to Gongdelin for a walk? He seemed to have a small regret.
One thought, there is a mixed bag of good and bad people in the arena, there are people who are in the arena, people who run around in the arena, and people who are messing around in the arena. Some people are in the arena, but they will never be people in the arena.
Cao Ci, dressed in white, is thinking about the young hidden official behind him who will not lose the bet. I heard that he is the best at making money by playing banker. Do you have any bets?
Chen Ping'an, a green-shirted man, thought that he had lost three games in a row, and his disciples later lost four games. Something was wrong with his thinking.
Thinking about myself, I seem to have been asked about boxing all my life, but I rarely have the idea of taking the initiative to ask others about boxing. Today, the moon and stars are sparse, the world is quiet, and it seems suitable to compete with others.
I remembered for no reason that the old man on the second floor taught boxing moves first and boxing theory. He said that after learning the boxing, he would teach the martial arts all over the world. He just felt that the sky was above. The main point of punching was that there was no one in front of him. At the moment, he walked like this
Of course there is no one in front of you, but as long as you turn your head, isn't there someone in front of you?
Cao Ci felt that leaving like this would be a shame.
Chen Pingan felt that it would be outrageous to miss Cao Ci after so many years.
So they both stopped at the same time.
Cao Ci stood there, stretching out his fingers to grab the cuffs of the snow-white robe he was wearing. It would not be fast enough for him to punch while wearing this robe.
Chen Pingan threw the scabbard in his hand towards the pavilion and asked Senior Brother Jun Qian to keep it for him. He stopped and rolled up his sleeves.
Cao Ci turned around and asked with a smile: "Let's have a sparring match and stop at the end of the day?"
Chen Ping'an also turned his head, "You are older and your fists are higher, you have the final say?"
The next moment, both of them were gone, and each threw out the first punch with all their strength.
The entire array formation is enough to suppress the merit forest of a fourteenth realm monk. If a mountain is lifted from the ground, it is picked up by an immortal and then thrown into the lake. The ripples of Qi are generated by the two young warriors as the center of the circle, with a radius of a hundred feet.
All the towering ancient trees inside were broken and shattered.
The long river of time in the vast world will bypass a merit forest on its own. Here, a section of water was intercepted by the sage master in his early years and imprisoned in the merit forest, under the control of Jingsheng Xiping.
Jing Sheng Xiping stood on the steps outside the pavilion, shook his sleeves, and used his magical power to turn back time. The fists of Cao Ci and Chen Pingan were as powerful as waterfalls, and the damage caused by them was instantly restored to their original appearance.
If the fight between the two sides was over, and if time were turned back, even Xiping would not be sure that this meritorious forest would be exactly the same as before.
On the left and right, they have slightly released their forbidden cultivation, and their sword energy flows out, just enough to protect the pavilion and block the surging fist intention that blocks the sky and the sun.
Cao Ci leaned against a towering ancient tree, and the ancient cypress behind him swayed gently. He reached out and patted the mark on his chest. Cao Ci was still wearing white clothes, but he had put away the fairy dress.
The art of war robe is tucked into the sleeves.
In the distance, Chen Ping'an stood on the railing of a white jade bridge, his forehead slightly red.
A ravine several feet deep originally appeared between the two of them, but it was smoothed over by Jing Sheng Xiping's magic.
Chen Pingan tiptoed and disappeared suddenly. Since someone was helping to clean up the mess, it didn't matter whether he was polite or not. It would not be too late to apologize to Mr. Xiping afterwards.
A white jade bridge beneath your feet turned into powder in an instant. Just a light step on it and a heavy fist made it sink very deep, and bursts of muffled thunder could be heard from the ground.
Although Chen Ping'an is at a disadvantage in boxing, the gap is far not as big as the Sword Qi Great Wall back then.
Therefore, he had suffered more losses with the previous punch, but he would never be able to touch Cao Ci's clothes again.
The move was originally intended to poke Cao Ci's neck. Since Cao Ci was punched first, the distance was slightly opened. Chen Ping'an tilted his head back a little, and then punched the opponent's heart downwards.
at.
If it were someone like Ma Guoxian, he would have to lie in bed at least and not be able to speak a word for several months after such an attack.
Cao Ci had known for a long time that Chen Pingan was very capable of carrying it, and his body was extremely tough and unreasonable. On the Great Sword Qi Wall, he practiced boxing extremely hard and his moves were too wild. However, Chen Pingan had just received a strong punch on the forehead, and nothing happened.
Cao Ci was a little surprised.
Both sides are like rainbows. They take a step casually, just like the immortals on the mountain shrinking to the mountains and rivers. Each one uses only a breath of pure Qi to shuttle back and forth in the merit forest. They either miss each other's punches, or exchange punches for punches.
There is no chance that one punch will hit the opponent, and one punch will miss.
However, Chen Ping'an's god-man beating drum style did not connect with his fist and intention. During this period, Cao Ci put his fingers together, and before Chen Ping'an delivered the "second punch" of beating the drum, he had already wiped out the remaining fist and intention from his body.
Compared with when Yu Xuanfu tried his best to interrupt the continuous punching intention of the god man beating the drum, Cao Ci really downplayed it a lot.
Cao Ci turned his head sideways, but was still hit by a punch on his temple. Cao Ci's head shook a few times, but his steps were steady and he moved a few steps laterally.
Chen Pingan was hit in the chest by Cao Ci's fists. It seemed that both hands were punching at the same time, but they were two completely different punches. Not only did Chen Pingan's feet leave the ground, but he flew backwards for more than ten feet in an instant. His small body seemed to be repaired by a sword.
The sword cut across the waist. The martial artist's physical condition was good, and the injury was not serious. Chen Ping'an had his own means to remove most of the force of the two punches, but the monk's Qi Mansion spiritual energy surged and fluctuated accordingly, which was not easy.
Cao Ci took advantage of the situation and moved forward, pressing down with one hand to hold down Chen Pingan's head.
Between heaven and earth, there are several more Cao Ci in white, appearing in other places one by one, and each has his own punch.
As a result, Chen Ping'an seemed to have received six punches from Cao Ci at the same time.
Instead of dodging the first punch, Cao Ci's last kick swept across the waist and was just dodged by Chen Ping'an.
When Cao Ci withdrew his fist, he immediately replaced it with a breath of pure Qi, bent his knees slightly, and disappeared without a trace.
Chen Ping'an floated towards the pavilion, patted the pavilion's spine with his palm, and spun around, landing further away, but did not land on the ground. During this period, he also took a breath, and his body dissipated in mid-air.
Exchange punches.
In a three-mile radius, the fists of both sides disintegrated and flowed away. The fists were powerful and powerful, like surging rivers, and filled the air like millions of criss-crossing fine sword energies.
So much so that it was difficult for Jingsheng Xiping to turn back time.
Chen Pingan stood on the bank of a river and raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Cao Ci stood on the river. There were countless whirlpools in the river, all of which were torn apart by chaotic fists.
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Does the boxing move have a name?"
Cao Ci nodded, "Epiphyllum."
Chen Ping'an raised his chin and said, "Wipe the nosebleed. It's just the two of us. Let's learn from me."
Damn it, what kind of short-lived, short-lived flower? This name is really not good. You have to learn from me when it comes to choosing a name.
Cao Ci smiled and said: "Then it doesn't matter if you forcefully swallow a big mouthful of blood."
Chen Pingan suddenly frowned.
In the small world within the body, an unpleasant phenomenon of mountains and rivers shaking appeared without any warning. This is the essence of Epiphyllum's fist? Is it similar to the difficult sword energy after the sword cultivator's flying sword passes through?
The white clothes were no longer visible on the river, but Cao Ci smiled and said, "This punch is temporarily called flowing water."
The next moment, Chen Pingan was punched out of Gongdelin and fell to the Confucian Temple Square.
Instead of rolling all the way, his elbow touched the ground, his body turned upside down, and his green shirt floated to the ground.
Cao Ci stepped out of the Gongde Forest Restriction and came outside the Confucian Temple, "Chen Ping'an, you are still wearing a robe, so you don't care about the slightest difference? If you want to be punched on purpose, let me help you strengthen your body, that's no problem.
Are you just so uninterested in winning or losing?"
Cao Ci narrowed his eyes, "I don't think you've reached this point yet."
Chen Pingan said with a smile: "You are mistaken. I feel that if you return the scabbard tonight, I will feel sorry if I don't receive a few punches from you."
That's what he said. I guess Cao Ci wouldn't believe it. In fact, Chen Pingan himself felt that this was the reason, and he didn't believe it.
But in fact, Chen Pingan does have an unspeakable secret.
Because he bears the true name of the demon clan and his own body is very mysterious, Chen Ping'an is easily unstable. In addition, he was previously beaten by the old guy from the Fourteenth Realm who returned to Tuoyue Mountain from the outer world. He was disrespectful to him and gave him a lot of trouble.
So once Chen Pingan lets go of his hands and feet and attacks with all his strength to fight Cao Ci to the death, his fists and kicks will tug at the Taoist heart. Naturally, murderous intentions will arise. If he is caught in a fight with someone, life or death will
, there is no problem, but if it is a sparring exercise with Cao Ci, it would be inappropriate.
Cao Ci suddenly realized something, guessed something, and planned to stop.
Asking about boxing is meaningless and even less interesting.
Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and asked, "How many boxing moves have you created?"
Cao Ci said: "Less than thirty."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "A little less."
Cao Ci asked: "It seems like, how serious can you be in your next punch?"
Chen Pingan found a temporary way to suppress the monk's state of mind, nodded energetically and said: "But we agreed in advance not to accidentally kill me. Besides, you can do whatever you want. No matter how many punches you have, or how hard you punch, it won't matter."
Before Cao Ci threw his fist for the first time, Zhenger Bajing opened a boxing frame.
The white clothes shook up, the big sleeves shook slightly, and the fists were restrained to the extreme.
However, around the Confucian Temple, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to retreat automatically.
Cao Ci smiled and said: "This fist is called Long Zoudu, it's not light."
Chen Ping'an said: "It's just a matter of receiving punches."
Over there in the pavilion, Xiping looked helpless and said to Liu Shiliu: "Jun Qian, you didn't say before that they were going to leave Gongde Forest and fight all the way to the Confucian Temple."
Zuo Zuo, who had been watching the process of asking the younger brother about boxing, smiled and said: "Mr. Xiping, those who are capable work hard, it's not a big problem."
Just now Liu Shiliu said something. If we don’t talk about the depth of boxing moves and the level of boxing intention, but only talk about physical strength, the younger junior brother is better.
As a result, the old scholar slapped each other in the face, "Junior brother was beaten, and you still laugh?!"
Liu Shiliu smiled and said: "Not everyone can make Cao Ci free his hands and feet to punch."
Cao Ci took off the robe he was wearing earlier, which is proof of this.
This means that Cao Ci has a little bit of winning mentality.
The old scholar said: "To be honest, Haoran is lucky to have Cao Ci."
Fortunately, with Cao Ci at the front, closed disciple Chen Ping'an will be particularly determined in his martial arts journey.
Moreover, for a child like Cao Ci, the higher he goes, no matter how tall he is, old people like the old scholar will see it and think it is a good thing.
Of course, the old scholar has high hopes for Chen Pingan, a closed disciple, and no hope is too high. However, when Chen Pingan is fighting with others, whether it is doctrine or martial arts, he cannot think that the opponent standing opposite Chen Pingan is wrong.
If it is lower, or lower, but to ask the other party to be right, higher, student Chen Pingan will be down-to-earth step by step, and then get more right, higher, which is the real expectation of the old scholar in his heart for Chen Pingan.
After all, the great road of the world is not the kind of quarrel in the market where the winner must be decided.
On all avenues, those who walk and reason are actually the true Taoists.
The more we talk about the truth, the clearer it becomes, the more our fists and feet are honed, the more steady we become, and the more our Taoist heart is honed, the brighter it becomes.
Xiping nodded and said: "As long as Chen Ping'an can keep up with Cao Ci, even if he is pulled away by half a body, it won't be a problem. There is still a chance."
The two sides are now only half a step apart.
Regardless of tonight's boxing contest, Chen Pingan received a lot of punches. In fact, the difference between victory and defeat is not too great. First of all, Chen Pingan's martial arts foundation was developed by being beaten along the way. Furthermore, since both sides only wanted to decide the outcome.
, not asking for life or death, so for both parties in this boxing contest, the punches are thrown with all their strength, but the killing intention is not enough, and it cannot be said to be truly hearty, arrogant, and unhindered.
Liu Shiliu said: "One day, both sides will become more spiritual, and they may be able to distance themselves a little bit again. Therefore, my junior brother must polish his skills well when he is on the Guizhen level in the future."
Cao Ci may have been a little hasty when he reached the mountain top before reaching the end, in order to deal with the battle in Fuyao Continent, but Chen Ping'an was on the Sword Qi Great Wall, so he had to be more focused.
It's different now.
Cao Ci is too pure. Especially when his spirit is strong, his martial arts practice will be very scary.
Liu Shiliu would not have any prejudice against this young man Cao Ci just because he was Chen Ping'an's senior brother. On the contrary, Liu Liuliu admired the aura of Cao Ci very much, as if he was talking to several people in the world.
, I am bound to be invincible in my boxing skills. I will neither belittle myself nor get carried away. This is a matter of course. Whether others recognize it or not, it is a fact.
On the other hand, the junior brother returned to his hometown, but he had too many distractions. Just talking about his status as a Qi practitioner, especially his several flying swords as a sword cultivator, would be a big burden.
The old scholar glared.
Liu Shiliu immediately apologized to his husband and said, "I'm the crow's mouth."
Jing Sheng Xiping disappeared in a flash and appeared at the top of the steps of the Confucian Temple. These two guys were fighting. You couldn't just clean up the mess on your own. You two really didn't care about it, and you didn't give up until you demolished the Confucian Temple behind you.
Almost all the great monks who came to discuss matters and join in the fun have left the Confucian Temple grounds and gone back to their homes, each busy with their own business.
Therefore, many monks on the mountaintop regretted missing the excitement tonight.
Who would have thought that after the meeting, in addition to the treacherous conspiracy and calculations on the mountain, which made people feel palpitated and made people even more hurried, some monks in the upper five realms who believed that their realm was not high would only rush the ferry.
I hastened to leave the place of right and wrong. I never thought that there would be such a huge excitement to see? Would there be such a boxing match that was praised by later generations as the "Battle between Blue and White"?
Cao in white, Chen in green.
The two young great masters actually used the Gongde Forest and the Confucian Temple as the places to practice boxing. Their punches were like dragons and their momentum was like rainbows.
Although Jing Sheng Xiping was slightly resentful, he did not delay the unbounded man from enjoying the boxing contest, so he sat on the steps and took out a jug of wine.
After all, being able to watch boxing at such a close distance is unique and a rare opportunity.
After the discussion at the Confucian Temple was over, the gate was closed. In the Forest of Merit, except for the group of old scholars, the other Confucian sages who needed to stay for a few days were still a bit far away. As for the four ferries, Panshui County, Yuanyangzhu, etc.
The local landscape spirits and Qi practitioners, even if they are an immortal or the tiger king and the lake king, notice the signs of this place and look at the mountains and rivers from a distance, they will not be able to see clearly without Jingsheng Xiping deliberately covering them up. Cao Ci and Chen
It was due to the dispersion of fists between both sides of Ping An.
In the Confucian Temple Square.
There was a white rainbow and a touch of green light. Because both sides punched and moved too quickly, a large area of blue and white light was intertwined.
A Jade Pu Realm sword cultivator tried his best to use his sword, but he could only cut some traces of the White Jade Square. He didn't know how the two warriors punched, and it turned out to be full of cracks. This was not counting the special punches.
On the ground, Jing Sheng Xiping was amazed to see it. He drank it with wine and drank it very deliciously. Are all the ten warriors in the world so powerful as a dragon and an elephant?
In this way, compared to these two warriors, Lin Junbi of the Shaoyuan Dynasty was drunk and lying on the steps to sleep. It was really not a rude thing.
Cao Ci's punches were ethereal. He didn't receive many punches. Even if Bai Yi was hit by a green shirt, the punches would be removed immediately. However, Cao Ci occasionally staggered a few steps, which was normal.
Chen Ping'an is not bad at punching, he is very powerful, and when it comes to receiving punches, he is very reliable.
There was never a scene where I fell to the ground and couldn't get up, and I could get up by just putting my fingers, palms or elbows on the ground.
Moreover, Xi Ping gradually came to the conclusion that Chen Ping'an was a bit of a scoundrel. It didn't matter if he punched lightly, he could hit Cao Ci anywhere on his body. When he got the chance, he only had to punch hard and hit Cao Ci's face.
So when the two sides distanced themselves, they exhaled a breath of turbid Qi and congestion almost simultaneously, and then quickly exchanged a breath of pure Qi.
Chen Ping'an was in ragged clothes and covered in blood, but when he stood still, he was motionless and breathing steadily.
Cao Ci had a bruised nose and swollen face, and his face was covered in blood.
Cao Ci stretched out his hand to wipe his face and said angrily, "Are you sick?!"
Is it fun to focus on slapping someone in the face?
Chen Ping'an lightly shook his clothes with the power of his fists. His whole body was covered with blood like flowers, and he said angrily: "You care about me?!"
I am not allowed to help the founding disciple regain his position?
In the pavilion, the old scholar was worried and distressed, and asked: "Jun Qian, is it almost done?"
Liu Shiliu shook his head, "For both parties, let's just... warm up the hands. Cao Ci has many self-made boxing moves, and there are still many flaws. He also needs to use his junior brother as a millstone."
He nodded and said: "Chen Ping'an is good at avoiding the important and taking the easy when facing enemies, so he can trade injuries for his life on the battlefield. If he wants to defeat Cao Ci one day, he must first be familiar with Cao Ci's boxing style. Cao Ci seems to be in
No matter what boxing moves, pursue the perfect punching intention of stacking several punches or dozens of punches into one punch, and strive to achieve a certain mysterious realm of victory and defeat, life and death, so that everyone can get what they need."
Because there was too much noise from both sides, Li Baoping, Li Huai and Zheng Yougan all rushed to the pavilion.
Li Huai's head was covered with sweat. Sure enough, practicing martial arts and boxing was not suitable for him at all. He would be better off studying.
Zheng Youqian had heard of Cao Ci, who was also a man who killed demons like a fool on the battlefields of two continents.
Zheng Youqian couldn't bear to look at his junior uncle anymore, and asked Liu Shiliu in a trembling voice: "Master, doesn't it hurt my junior uncle?"
Liu Shiliu smiled and said: "If the injury happened to someone else, he would have been rolling around on the ground a long time ago. Your little uncle is fine."
After saying this, Liu Shiliu immediately raised his hands, and sure enough, he just caught the gentleman's slap.
With an indifferent look on his face, he said: "To put it simply, Cao Ci is pursuing the martial arts realm where Wen Quan is just one punch. You, my junior uncle, need to find a method that you can familiarize yourself with, adapt to, and then break the prototype of Cao Ci's invincibility.
.If it were a little more suspenseful..."
Li Baoping seemed to have received the words from Master Zuo, and said to himself: "Uncle Master Zuo, Cao Ci and the others... there is still no one in front of them."
The eyes on the left and right were pleased, and there was a smile, "Aquarius's words are extremely accurate, and I hit the nail on the head."
Therefore, when asking both sides of the boxing, the real person standing in front of them is actually Cao Ci in the future and Chen Ping'an in the future.
For the sake of Xiaobaoping, the old scholar raised his hand and lowered it again, patting the left and right shoulders lightly.
In the Confucian Temple Square.
A group of Confucian gentlemen, including Mr. Li, all showed up one after another because they all heard
News, I came over to drink and watch the game. I thought it was a heavy workload and I wanted to find a chance to relax.
As a result, the two boys were young and very arrogant. It seemed they didn't want to be watched by too many people. They actually stood up at the same time and went directly to the canopy to ask for punches.
A touch of blue and a touch of white, traveling hand in hand across the sky, constantly changing fists, retreating, and then colliding with each other in an instant. The boundary of the Confucian Temple was shaken by thunder, and many people woke up. One after another, they put on their clothes and opened the windows to see the bright moon.
Gaoxuan, there is no sign of rain. Could it be that there is another immortal master fighting, but the sound is just above the Confucian Temple, not even the ferry where several immortals gather together. What's going on, the Confucian Temple doesn't care about it?
Jingsheng Xiping did not immediately reverse the flow of time and repair the Confucian Temple Square. He just put away the wine pot and looked up at the sky.
An old master squatted on the white jade floor, stretched out his fingers, wiped the cracks, then looked around, seeing traces everywhere, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Warriors are so fierce in their fights? Isn't it possible that the young hidden official passed the sword?"
Xi Ping shook his head and said with a smile: "I never drew a sword, I just asked about boxing."
Mr. Li asked from the bottom of his heart: "Mr. Xiping, if that guy uses his sword and doesn't stick to his identity as a warrior, what will be the outcome of this fight?"
Xiping said: "Cao Ci still wins, but the price is high."
It is very likely that there will no longer be a sword immortal hidden official in the world. At the same time, the world of Haoran will also lose a martial god Cao Ci in the future.
Mr. Li took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "I met this boy before. We chatted for a few words and he was very kind and polite. He really can't be judged by his appearance. A person who became a hidden official at a young age ended up being beaten all the way.
He turned his back on me coldly and didn't even see him getting angry at all."
When young people are talking to old people, they sit on the steps with their hands clasped lightly on their knees. They also turn slightly sideways and always look directly at the person.
When old people look at young people, it's not unusual for them to be high-spirited and make grand speeches. Even if they have seen or heard of them, they all come from young people. On the contrary, there are some details that the old people will remember firmly.
Therefore, people outside the Confucian Temple would think that the swordsman in blue was extremely domineering.
There are many sages and Confucius worshippers in the Confucian Temple, so you may see more.
The young man, who was barely wearing a green shirt, seemed to have received a heavy punch. His head fell straight from the sky to the ground. Near the height of the roof of the Confucian Temple, he flipped and fell to the ground.
Baiyi then appeared and stood aside.
Cao Ci and Mr. Xiping on the other side of the steps of the Confucian Temple clasped their fists and apologized, and then left.
Chen Ping'an also clasped his fists and returned to Gongdelin.
After Liao Qingao met Cao Ci, she was not worried that her junior fellow apprentice would lose if he asked for boxing. Therefore, her first words were, "I said before that I would ask him for boxing within thirty years. Am I being a bit too high-minded?"
But as soon as these words were spoken, Liao Qing'ai, a senior sister, felt a little uneasy on the side of her junior brother Cao Ci. It was like a student facing Mr.
As for Liao Qing'ai's boxing practice in recent years, because her master Pei Bei is often not around, she has to be busy with military affairs, or she has to go to the wild world to garrison at the ferry. Therefore, Liao Qing'ai has consulted a lot with Cao Ci about boxing. Of course, Cao Ci teaches her boxing.
Although the relationship between the two parties was that of seniors and juniors, at some point, Liao Qingao would subconsciously regard Cao Ci as half of her master.
Cao Ci smiled and said: "Senior sister, it is human nature to have this idea, and there is nothing to be embarrassed about. If senior sister can completely give up this idea, I think it will be the first punch with Chen Pingan. It is not a bad thing, but a good thing."
After hearing this, Liao Qingao no longer felt any burden.
She glanced at her "very strange" junior brother, and she remembered that Cao Ci had never been so embarrassed.
Cao Ci said with a straight face: "Chen Ping'an is much worse than me."
After saying this, Cao Ci seemed to feel that he was a little funny and started laughing.
Liao Qingao looked at this junior brother and wondered if there was any woman in the world who could match the white clothes beside her.
When they arrived at the pavilion, Liu Shiliu held Chen Ping'an's shoulders and looked at the subtle signs of his little junior brother's human body. He nodded and said with a smile: "Fortunately, after a few days of training, it won't be a big problem. But don't fight with others in the near future." , otherwise there will definitely be sequelae, so you must be careful.”
Senior Brother Chen Ping'an and Jun Qian nodded, then turned to Li Baoping and the others and smiled: "It's okay, don't worry."
It seems like some of his teeth are chattering and his speech is a little slurred.
Let the three Li Baoping leave the pavilion first.
After the Wen Quan ended, Chen Ping'an was not only injured but also full of blood, sword energy and murderous aura.
Especially Zheng Youqian, the little spirit's face turned pale immediately after his uncle showed up in the pavilion.
Jun Qian then took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to Chen Pingan, "Three pills a day, roughly according to the three meals. After a month, reduce it to one or two pills a day. You can decide according to the situation of your body's recovery."
Chen Pingan's right hand drooped, and he sat slumped on the bench. He immediately opened the porcelain bottle with his left hand, poured out one, and patted it into his mouth.
The old scholar sat aside with a bright smile and gave this closed disciple a thumbs up.
Learning boxing, practicing swordsmanship, studying, reciting poems and carving seals, doing business, finding a wife, spreading branches and leaves of the cultural context, he is a strong hand in everything.
Chen Pingan and his husband grinned.
In fact, Chen Ping'an is an expert when it comes to healing and recovering from injuries.
So I went back to my residence that night, knew the roads well, and followed the steps.
In the middle of the night, Chen Pingan opened his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't speak.
It seemed that the gentleman was alone in the middle of the night and passed by for a walk. He only stopped for a moment but did not stay long.
Chen Ping'an continued to hold his breath and concentrate, making sword skills with his hands, and sat on the futon.
Early that morning, Chen Pingan walked out of the house and found only his senior brothers sitting in the yard, flipping through books.
He glanced at Chen Ping'an and said: "I asked Baoping and the others to come over in a hurry and we'll talk in the afternoon."
Continue reading from left to right.
Chen Ping'an sat aside and stopped talking.
Without even raising his head, he said, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Chen Pingan said bravely: "Senior brother knows what kind of person Jiang Longxiang is. But it is difficult for senior brother to truly be an enemy of Jiang Longxiang."
He put down the books in his hands, turned around, and asked: "How do you say it?"
Chen Ping'an gave the answer in his heart, "Because senior brother is a scholar. No matter how good his swordsmanship is, he still knows the rules and abide by etiquette when using a sword. In addition, senior brother does not know what Jiang Longxiang did, bad or good. As for Jiang Longxiang, Senior brother will only be more ignorant of which things are done intentionally to gain fame in the government and the public, and which things are done unintentionally. Since we don't know, senior brother will actually be helpless when facing these people and things."
The left and right faces were expressionless, but they did not stop this junior fellow apprentice from teaching him a lesson.
"I know."
Chen Ping'an thought to himself and said: "I am like Jiang Longxiang's accountant, the kind who can help him keep accounts without taking any money. The kind who doesn't accept Jiang Longxiang's money even if I don't do it properly. So to deal with people like Jiang Longxiang, I am much better at it than my senior brother. I know how to make them really suffer. Even if I suffer only once, I can make them fear for the rest of their lives.
It’s not right to think that evil people have their own trials and tribulations, and it’s not right to think that evil people only have their own trials and tribulations. It’s also wrong to use evil deeds to punish evil people, to repay evil with straightness, and to repay kindness with kindness.”
After saying these words, Chen Ping'an was mentally prepared for his senior brother to be angry.
It's a bit disrespectful after all.
I just wanted to say it a long time ago if I didn’t say it out loud.
Left and right said: "Continue talking."
In the distance, the old scholar and Jun Qian were hiding and looking at the mountains and rivers. The teacher and the student were holding their breath and staring intently... watching the excitement.
Here, Chen Ping'an said tremblingly: "Brother, I have finished speaking my mind. Whether it counts as truth or not, senior brother has the final say."
Looking around at Chen Ping'an, he suddenly laughed.
Chen Ping'an has never seen that kind of look from his senior brother's side.
In my impression, Senior Brother Zuo would only have such an expression when he was with a few juniors.
Left and right smiled and nodded: "I haven't read the book in vain, and I can now reason with senior brother."
Chen Ping'an was still a little anxious as usual, "Senior brother, are you telling the truth, or are you keeping accounts secretly in your mind?"
The accountant who knows his family background is this senior brother from the very beginning.
He shook his head left and right and said: "As a junior fellow student, you cannot always feel that you are not as good as my senior fellow apprentice. If you are on my side, you will only be submissive. What's the point of accepting a close disciple like you?"
In the distance, the old scholar looked at the scroll in Jun Qian's hand and couldn't help but scolded: "You talk a lot and have a big air."
Liu Shiliu nodded in agreement and said, "Senior Brother Zuo needs to change. I can't bear to bully my junior brother like this."
The old scholar exclaimed, "Why don't you say this when you are around me?"
Liu Shiliu replied: "Since you are here, it is not the students' turn to speak up."
The old scholar nodded, very satisfied.
This stupid guy is actually the one who doesn't suffer the least. He always watches all the excitement and doesn't get scolded or beaten.
The old scholar stood up and waved his hand, "Let's go and support your junior brother."
Liu Shiliu followed behind.
Chen Ping'an, the two senior brothers, hesitated for a moment, "The reason why I say this is that I hope that senior brothers will not be angry if they hear something at the Sword Qi Great Wall in the future."
Said left and right: "For example, Aquarius Continent, Tongye Continent?"
Chen Ping'an nodded, "There may be many things that are not so focused on being a scholar."
Said left and right: "Can you beat Song Changjing of Dali and Wei Ying of Jade Guizong?"
Chen Ping'an was confused and shook his head: "It's definitely not possible at the moment."
I was too lazy to talk anymore and continued reading.
Chen Pingan thought for a long time before he understood what his senior brother meant.
In the Great Wall of Sword Qi or in the wild world, if his senior brother heard something, he would generally ignore it and just turn a deaf ear.
So what matters to you is not the rumors and statements that Chen Ping'an imagined, but who the junior brother has a dispute with in the vast world and cannot beat him. Then he, as a senior brother, goes to ask the sword.
On the way here, the old scholar happened to miss these last few sentences, so he just gave him a lecture. What kind of skill does it have to bully a junior brother? You, the teacher, didn't even say anything. It's your turn?
You didn't dare to talk back to your husband, so you smiled at Chen Ping'an.
This debt is yours to bear.
Chen Pingan understood immediately. It was Mr. Chen who was superfluous.
On this day, at noon, thanks to the glory of Uncle Li Huai, the young Taoist could not even dream that one day he would be able to walk into the merit forest of the Chinese Confucian Temple.
The first thing the young Taoist did when he entered the Gongde Forest was not to look for Li Huai, but directly to find the senior scholar in the Literary Sage lineage... the old scholar.
Otherwise, go find Liu Shiliu, who is the oldest and has the most powerful fists?
Or was it the one who chased Xiao Xun and slashed him all the way to the outer reaches of the sky?
As for Chen Pingan, we have a normal relationship and are not familiar with him.
After chatting with the old scholar, the young Taoist left happily and returned with satisfaction. He lamented to Li Huai in private, "Mr. Wen Sheng's knowledge is still very high."
Li Huai asked strangely: "Old Nen, we didn't even talk about this for a few words, how did you know that?"
Taoist Master Nen said: "I can understand all the principles taught by the Literary Saint."
Finally, the old gentleman asked a question to Manhuang Peach Pavilion. The same principle applies. When a sage stands in front of you, you feel it makes sense. When an ordinary master talks to you, you feel it makes no sense. Is this right?
The nun Taoist gave the answer in his heart at that time. Of course it is right and wrong, but if you leave it alone and ask yourself, you will still only listen to the principles of the sage.
The young Taoist felt that as soon as he said these words, he was in trouble with the literary saint, but he still did not regret it. Instead of lying to the old scholar, it was better to say what he had to say.
Besides, are scholars easy to deceive? Of course they are not easy to deceive. Since you can’t deceive the other person, you can’t deceive yourself anymore.
However, the old scholar was not angry at all. Instead, he said that he was not so kind, but he was still a little kind, so there will always be opportunities for a gentleman to be good and evil.
The young Taoist did not dare to stay in Gongde Forest for a long time, so he immediately found an excuse to leave.
I had a great time chatting with the old scholar, but it was equivalent to exchanging knowledge with the literary sage, and I was very satisfied.
Gu Qingsong and Liu Daochun, these two fellow Taoists, obviously do not have this ability.
In the afternoon, when Chen Pingan and Li Baoping came to see him, he said that we should go to the highest place in the Merit Forest to chat?
Li Baoping's eyes lit up.
The highest point of the Merit Forest is not a pavilion for playing chess or a library, but an ancient cypress.
Li Baoping led the way.
Zheng Youqian felt that this senior sister's knowledge was very complicated, and he knew this.
So Chen Ping'an, Li Baoping, Li Huai, and Zheng Youqian all sat on the branches of the ancient cypress, just chatting.
As a junior uncle, Chen Ping'an would just talk about whatever came to his mind.
He said I never thought about becoming the person I am now.
I can't think about it first, and I don't particularly want to do this. If possible, I am willing to exchange many precious things for one or two of the most precious ones. But when I see you, I feel that it is worth it. There is nothing to complain about. It is already very good.
alright.
Spreading his palms, Chen Pingan joked that there was sunshine, moonlight, autumn breeze, and spring breeze in his hands.
He also talked about human relationships and stories, which broke the hesitation in my heart.
…
At dusk that day, except for the old scholar, the students and the disciples all packed their luggage and prepared to leave the Confucian Temple and travel far away.
The left and right asked: "Sir, what can students do?"
"Why are you asking this? No need."
The old scholar smiled and said: "But you can ask yourself what you can do as a senior."
There was silence for a moment, "Junior brother can always take care of himself, I feel relieved."
Chen Ping'an was a little flattered. After holding it in for a long time, he could only say: "Senior brother, thank you."
Left and right said: "Take it."
Chen Pingan said: "Okay."
When we get together, we disperse.
Life seems to be full of crossings and breaking of willows.
You will return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
Liu Shiliu said that he would take Zheng Youqian to the Western Buddhist Kingdom first, and had already helped the founding disciple find a place to practice, and then go to Qingming Tianxia alone to find his friend Bai Ye.
Mao Xiaodong will stay in Liji Academy to preach and teach Confucian scholars and solve their doubts.
Chen Pingan needs to return to the night ship immediately.
Li Baoping and Li Huai will return to the Cliff Academy in the capital of the Sui Dynasty together.
Every direct disciple and second disciple has his or her own best. In the eyes of the old man, they are all the best.
So the old scholar's last parting words were just to say with a smile: "Everything is fine and safe."
Wait until everyone has left.
The old scholar sat alone in the pavilion, but this time, the old man did not feel too sad about farewell, but looked forward to the next reunion.
I just remembered the closed-door disciples who were sitting on a high branch, drinking wine, and a little poem that Xiao Baoping and the others casually made up.
Extremely beautiful.
"A mountain orchid.
It has never seen the world, and the world has never seen it.