Eight hundred and thirtieth eight chapters for each other
The eleven Earthly Branches had returned to the inn before, but neither Yuan Huajing nor Song Xu called anyone over to review the matter.
The young man managed to live happily and leisurely. Anyway, every time he deduced and evolved the battle situation, scrutinized the details and reviewed the situation afterwards, he didn't have enough brains to get in the conversation, so he just did as he was told.
The Xianjia Inn in Beijing, which has no name, is somewhat similar to the Luosi Taoist Temple in Jiang's Cloud Cave Blessed Land. The mountains and rivers are confusing and overlapping. Maybe the two houses are only a few feet apart, but thousands of feet away, and there are eleven people there.
Each of them occupies a secluded courtyard, and has additional magic. The main house is a white jade dojo similar to that of the old monk Liu Gao in an alley. It may not seem big, but in fact it is truly unique. It was selected from the Great Li Treasury.
Various Broken Cave Mysteries.
Gou Cun took the hiking pole made of green bamboo and walked in the courtyard with it.
The female ghost has changed to Yan, and she is the innkeeper's wife in name. She is visiting Han Zhoujin at the moment.
The Five Elements practitioner Sui Lin, who can reverse part of the flow of time, is refining the priceless fragment of the ancient god's golden body. In the secret treasure house jointly created by the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Rites, there is no such high-grade gold.
It is true that refining body fragments is not easy. Putting aside the rest of the practice and concentrating on this matter, it still takes about a full month, but this kind of "hard work" is not too much for Sui Lin.
The young novice from the Beijing Bible Translation Bureau later realized that he actually went to a nearby temple to find a merit box and secretly donated money.
Yuan Huajing, a Yuan Ying realm sword cultivator nicknamed "Yelang", is sitting cross-legged on a futon. There is no decoration in the room, and it looks like his family is bare.
Behind Yuan Huajing sat a row of men and women who looked like attendants, ten in total, but they were all lifeless and lacked a bit of popularity and aura.
After returning to the inn, Yuan Huajing only called Song Xu and his subordinate Kushou, but no other monks.
After Kushou came here, he felt a little guilty.
To be honest, he respected the blue-shirted swordsman very much.
Song Xubi Kushou came here later, took off his boots in the corridor, then chose a seat near the door, sat on the floor, and glanced at the ten puppets behind Yuan Huajing.
Even a pure swordsman with excellent qualifications like Song Xu was a little envious of Yuan Huajing's unreasonable Taoist fortune.
In the early years at the Dadu battlefield, Yuan Huajing killed two demon monks from the Jade Pu Realm army tent with flying swords. Now these two are sitting behind Yuan Huajing.
In addition, there was a demon tribe who was a martial artist in the Mountain Top Realm during his lifetime. He was also on the battlefield of the capital of Da Li. The other ten people of the Earthly Branch fully cooperated with Yuan Huajing, and Yuan Huajing finally picked up the head.
This is the natal magical power of Yuan Huajing's natal flying sword "Yelang". Anyone killed by the flying sword will become Yuan Huajing's puppet, and even his soul will be detained.
They are just monks who have become puppets. They are pure warriors. Their combat power has been greatly damaged, and their spiritual intelligence is far inferior to what they were when they were alive. For example, the two Jade Pu Realm monster monks have fallen to the level of Nascent Soul, and the other Nascent Souls are all.
After Yuan Huajing weighed the pros and cons, he chose to keep them all because they each had some unusual magical powers.
Replace them with Earth Immortal puppets with higher realms. Otherwise, after the war in Banzhou Luchen comes to an end, Yuan Huajing can have two Far Traveling realm warriors and eight Earth Immortal realm followers.
In the fight on the mountain, a Nascent Soul sword cultivator would not be afraid of a Jade Pu monk at all, but Yuan Huajing, the Yuan Ying, is now the Jade Pu who can kill swordsmen.
Yuan Huajing is like a swordsman born for war. If he is a local swordsman from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he will definitely shine with the natal magical power of the flying sword "Yelang".
This sword's rank will definitely rank first in the selection of the Summer Palace.
On the road of cultivation, during battles and battles, those who protected him might be great swordsmen like Yue Qing and Mi Hu.
At this moment, Song Xu looked at Yuan Huajing, who seemed to be fine. He was furious and looked unhappy. He couldn't help calling him by his name, "Yuan Huajing, this is against the rules. The Imperial Master once made a rule for us.
Iron law, only those life-and-death enemies who are fighting against our Dali imperial court can we let Kushou use this magical power! Outside of this, even the king of a country is not qualified to use it as long as he is motivated by selfish motives.
Our earthly branch kills people based on this."
This is the real trump card of their lineage of Dali Earthly Branch monks. There are only a handful of imaginary enemies, including the Great Sword Immortal Wei Jin of Fengxue Temple, Tianjun Qi Zhen of Shengao Sect, the current leader of Zhenjing Sect, Liu Laocheng, a monk of Immortal Realm, and
Wei Bo from Piyun Mountain, Jin Qing from Zhongyue Mountain.
Song Xu actually had something left unsaid.
After Kushou uses this magical power, he will lose a lot of life. It has been estimated before that Kushou can only use it three times in his life. Under the Jade Pu realm, there is only one chance, otherwise Kushou will not be able to reach the upper five realms in his life.
Yuan Huajing said calmly: "The national master who made the rules for us is no longer here."
Song Xu clenched his hands into fists and rested them on his knees. His eyes were cold and he said in a deep voice: "Yuan Huajing!"
Yuan Huajing said: "I think this Chen Pingan is our potential enemy of Da Li, and his threat is definitely greater than that of Xianyun Yehe, Qi Zhen, Liu Laocheng and others like Wei and Jin."
Just as Song Xugang was about to retort, Yuan Huajing glanced at the Jinzhiyuye of the Dali Song family, who was born in the Tianhuang noble family, and continued: "Your Highness, the Second Prince, I admit that Chen Pingan is an extremely disciplined person, so disciplined that he almost doesn't look like a mountain man.
Okay, but Song Xu, don't forget that sometimes good people who do good things will violate the laws of Dali. If we don't have the key to defeat Chen Ping'an and Luo Luoshan, it will be a huge hidden danger. We can't wait until
That day has come, and it's time to make up for it. It seems that he alone is the one to make the rules for the entire Dali court, and he can kill whoever he wants. In the final analysis, it's still the ten of you who practice too slowly, and Chen Ping'an breaks through too quickly.
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The female ghost Gaiyan is a mountain painter who paints eyebrows on the mountain. Now that she is in the Golden Core realm, she can already deviate the scene in Chen Ping'an's vision. When she reaches the upper five realms, she can even make people "
seeing is believing".
In addition, Gaiyan has a more hidden identity. She is the Yanzhi who is proficient in colorful alchemy and can create a romantic tent.
Lu Hui, who was born as a Confucian qigong practitioner, was truly a Taoist, but he was a "one-character master" who was despised by Bai Yujing in the world of Qing Ming.
Sui Lin, the master of the five elements, can reverse the flow of time in the small world. Together with the Buddhist "meditation" magical power of the little novice monk Houjue, plus the formations of Han Zhoujin and others, they can work together seamlessly, allowing the earthly branches to take advantage of the right time and place.
If Renhe hadn't happened to meet the young hermit official who was used to walking on the long river of time, his mind and body would be like a mainstay, as if he could completely let the slender water of time flow from both sides. Previously, he was flying
The sword directly cut off the flow of time, otherwise an ordinary Jade Pu Realm monk would have lost inexplicably.
Kushou is also a legendary mirror seller who is one of the "Ten Bandits Candidates". Such talented monks are extremely rare in the world.
The most fundamental natal thing of Kushou is a water-stopping state, gifted with magical powers, which are both mysterious and mysterious. In one sentence, "It's either this or that, the virtual state is the real state."
Song Xu stared at Yuan Huajing, "Do you really have no selfish intentions?!"
Yuan Huajing shook his head, "I dare not."
If you accidentally cross a certain line, you will definitely be targeted by that guy.
Zhengyang Mountain is a lesson learned from the past.
Regarding the viewing ceremony at Zhengyang Mountain at Luolu Mountain, and the joint swordfight between Chen Ping'an and Liu Xianyang, the eleven Earthly Branches each had their own opinions. They all admired and admired the hidden official's methods, but they all had different opinions.
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Yuan Huajing's view is different from everyone else. What he is most afraid of is not Chen Pingan's swordsmanship, boxing skills, his multiple identities, or even the series of details of Chen Pingan's dismantling of Zhengyang Mountain, his swordsmanship, boxing skills, and heart-wrenching words.
, combined vertically and horizontally, divided and transformed, and defeated each one... It was Chen Ping'an's forbearance that was different from ordinary people.
Just like a grudge that has become a dead end, someone with a grudge may have a 50% chance of winning, so he can't help but take action and seek pleasure.
Some people will definitely give it a try if they have an 80% chance of winning. More people are fools if they don’t take action if they have a 100% chance of winning.
But Chen Ping'an was different. It seemed that even though he had a 120% chance of winning, he was still unhurried and his layout was steady and interlocking, making no mistakes at all.
So this time, Yuan Huajing did not tell anyone except Song Xu and Ku Shou in advance, and kept it secret. Yu Yu and Sui Lin were all kept in the dark. Yuan Huajing was afraid that the hidden official in the city would notice the clues.
, fell short of success.
Song Xu asked a key question, "This... how should Chen Ping'an deal with it?"
Yuan Huajing glanced at Kushou and said with a smile: "Of course we will make the best use of everything. Help us practice repeatedly and practice hard until we can firmly beat Chen Ping'an."
Chen Ping'an's knowledge is simply the best whetstone, swordsmanship, boxing, and talismans. He has many natal objects, coupled with this person's scheming and calculation...
If eleven people can defeat Chen Pingan, it means that they are fully qualified to kill an immortal.
Although the eleven people are all qigong practitioners, apart from Song Changjing who occasionally taught them a few boxings, there is also a martial arts instructor who specializes in teaching martial arts. His realm is not high, he is just a distant traveler, but he was born in the Dali border army, so
The fist and kick skills taught are nothing more than straightforward, ruthless and decisive.
Yuan Huajing seemed to have thought of something interesting, and said half-jokingly: "A Zijing martial artist who can fight Cao Ci back and forth, a martial arts master who can withstand countless punches and kicks of Yuan Zhenye in Zhengyang Mountain
, starting from today, you can help us feed our fists and temper our bodies anytime and anywhere. This opportunity is indeed rare. Even if we are not pure martial artists, the benefits are still considerable. If that female martial artist Zhou Haijing can eventually become our comrade,
She will definitely accept such a huge unexpected surprise."
Song Xu continued to ask: "Then?!"
Yuan Huajing said: "Then? Is there any other way? Isn't this a very simple thing? In the end...
Let me kill the hidden official with my sword."
Song Xu shook his head and said: "You absolutely can't act like this! Ku Shou is not at a high level now. He has no experience to draw from during his journey of refining the mirror. This is Ku Shou's first time taking risks. There is no guarantee that there won't be something that even Ku Shou himself could not have expected.
An accident happened. Since the Imperial Master specially formulated a rule with us for this purpose and did not allow us to use it casually, he must have known how dangerous this matter was early on."
Ku Shou said tentatively: "I want to maintain this mirror 'reality', but it actually consumes the gods' money every day. Why don't we really win against that... Yin Guan someday, and let him live in my little mirror world?"
, fall apart?”
Song Xu nodded, "This can be done, so let's not get into trouble."
Yuan Huajing shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm not stupid, of course I will cut off all the thoughts and memories of Chen Ping'an, leaving nothing behind. The only ones left by my side will be a Yuanying realm sword cultivator and a mountain peak realm
Wu Fu's empty airs. And I can assure you that 'this person' will never be allowed to appear in this world unless it is absolutely necessary. Only when we, the Earthly Branches, are in dire straits, will we let him take action as a divine hand to help.
Turn the tables.”
In an instant.
Kushou was in the dark, and unexpectedly heard a warm and gentle voice that he never expected, coming from his own heart lake, in the realm of stagnant water. Kushou was so horrified that his face turned pale.
I just heard someone smiling and saying: "Turn the situation around? I'll satisfy you."
Kushou instantly gathered his spiritual consciousness, stabilized his Taoist heart, and turned it into a mental mustard seed to examine the ancient mirror that was his natal object.
Unexpectedly, Kushou's soul suddenly became unstable and he vomited blood. He stretched out his hand to cover his heart, trying to stop something, but the water-stopping sword still "cut open" Kushou's heart on its own and fell to the ground. The ancient mirror
On the reverse side facing up, there is a circle of ancient seal inscriptions, palindrome poems, "The human heart is as small as the heart of the sky," "What I see is that the mountains turn and the water stops", "Looking at the environment as a person, there is reality and reality."
Kushou raised one hand to hold down the ancient mirror that looked like a rebellion.
The ancient mirror flipped over, with the mirror facing upwards, blooming with dazzling light, like the sun leaping out of the sea, and the bitter hand flew out with a bang, and slumped against the wall.
The person in the mirror is a young man wearing a snow-white robe, with a sword on his back and a blurred face. It is vaguely visible that he has a black hairpin on his head and a string of snow-white Buddhist beads in his hand. He is barefoot and without shoes. He is smiling and lightly
He took a breath, then raised his hand and gently wiped the mirror surface.
The mirror then opened the door, and the room was instantly filled with sword energy.
The man in the white robe with the sword on his back took a step forward, and his figure that was originally the size of a mustard seed in the mirror suddenly looked like an ordinary person. He had a slender figure, a pair of golden eyes, and the hand holding the Buddhist beads was slumped behind him.
He spread the palm of his left hand and placed it horizontally in front of him. Five thunders were gathered in the air. He stood in the house with a calm expression and said with a smile: "There is no way to good fortune or misfortune, only people call it upon themselves. The rewards of good and evil follow them like a shadow."
He lightly stamped his feet, and the entire inn was within the small world of the bird in the cage of the natal flying sword.
"When a superior man hears the Tao, he practices it diligently. Asking questions about his heart is like going into the mountains to visit immortals. Suddenly he encounters a mysterious person, just like meeting the heart of the Tao."
This "Chen Pingan" turned to look at Kushou who was sitting against the wall and smiled. The ancient mirror on the ground was pulled by a ray of true energy and was as fast as a flying sword, directly piercing the heart of the young monk, "
I gave it back to you, remember to keep it in the future, if there are any more."
Kushou's heart was blown to pieces by his own life object, and his neck seemed to be grabbed and pulled to an exaggerated extent. His limbs were involuntarily twisted and shattered inch by inch. A monk's golden elixir was forcibly taken out of the small world of the human body, and it just hung there.
Stop in front of Kushou.
In Chen Pingan's field of vision, the two flying swords of Yuan Huajing and Song Xu, after being launched, seemed to be flying slowly in the air, so slowly that even a patient "person" like him felt it was too fast.
slow.
He "walked slowly", turned sideways, and "passed by" Song Xu's golden flying sword, and then came to Yuan Huajing's flying sword "Yelang", letting the flying sword move towards him bit by bit.
"Move" yourself.
He just squinted at the flying sword and snapped his fingers. All the houses and buildings disappeared, just like everything in the world. All the colors were swept away. All the irrelevant white-drawing scrolls were removed, leaving only the heart.
Eleven painted figures in the scroll.
There were eight monks from the Earth Branch lineage left outside this room. They came to this world at the same time. Everyone still maintained their previous posture. After the young man Gou Cun finished his walk, he returned to the room and placed the green bamboo staff horizontally.
On her knees, she was reading the inscription with the word "Zhiyuan". The female ghost Gaiyan was smiling and talking to Han Zhoujin. Han Zhoujin looked slightly absent-minded. The little novice monk realized that he had just returned to the inn and was walking on the road when he raised his foot.
Yu lowered his head and leaned forward, as if he was counting some items. Sui Lin was still sitting cross-legged, refining the fragments of the golden body of the god. Daolu Geling was holding a book like turning pages...
He bent his index finger and flicked his thumb, and a chess piece appeared. It was thrown high and landed slowly. After the sound of entering the water, a chess board appeared between heaven and earth.
Then he slowly approached Yuan Huajing's flying sword "Yelang", twisted it between his fingers, turned the tip of the sword, walked to Yuan Huajing's side, gently pulled it, and nailed it into the center of the latter's eyebrows.
The tip passed directly through Yuan Huajing's head. He squinted at Yuan Huajing, shook his head with a smile, and commented: "After all, he is not a pure martial artist, with a physique like paper."
The eight "guest" monks who came back to their senses in an instant had already discovered the tragic situation of the dying hand. Yu Yu immediately sacrificed the young swordsman, bent his knees slightly, and rushed forward in an instant. On the chessboard under his feet, the sword light
Soaring into the sky, they were like cages, blocking her way. Fortunately, the sword immortal attendant kept drawing out his sword, cutting through the straight lines of sword light. Yu Yu had no distracting thoughts. She was a military monk, so she must be held back.
Chen Ping'an, who had come to trouble them again for no apparent reason, only had a chance to fight back for a moment.
He looked at the little girl who was a military monk with a smile. If you are not afraid of death, can you avoid death? If you come to me, can you find me?
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the young swordsman who retained "a little bit of his true spirit" and the skin of a swordsman. Wherever he looked, his heart moved.
Split it from the middle and cut one into two.
It's like she's been beating the wall.
Yu Yu, who was already less than ten feet away from that person, unexpectedly appeared thousands of feet away in a daze. After that, no matter how she rushed forward, even flew backwards, and flew in an arc... in short, she could not close the distance between the two parties.
As close as within ten feet.
The world is upside down, and Yu Yu's path is filled with incredible situations that have been turned upside down by that person.
Dao Luge Ling used a mountain-moving technique to hit the snow-white figure from all directions, but the huge mountains and ridges were all cut in mid-air by slender sword lights and fell to the ground on the spot, falling to the chessboard.
Above it, it turns into nothingness.
He suddenly appeared beside Yu Yu and pressed her face with one hand.
Yu Yu's body suddenly fell to the ground, but all his souls were pulled out by this person.
He shook his head and said: "After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. It's me you're talking about, not you."
Looking at Yu Yu's soul being detained in his hands, his pure golden eyes flickered with golden light, "The world is empty and you are just dispensable dust in the household."
Between the words, my mind moved slightly, silently chanting two words, "Flowers bloom."
Confucian Qi practitioner Lu Hui had dozens of long swords nailed into his body, and he was unable to move, as if a bunch of fresh flowers had suddenly bloomed on the spot.
Gui Xiuyan's entire ghostly body was divided into countless pieces by countless crisscrossing sword lights, including his clothes, robes, and golden crow armor.
The man smiled and said: "This self-made swordsmanship was just named Katazuki."
The young man Gou Cun had his hands and legs cut off.
The Taoist priest Ge Ling is wrapped in hundreds of talismans within a square on the chessboard.
The man disappeared and came behind Sui Lin, "Sword locking talisman, it doesn't mean much. Don't forget that I am still a pure martial artist."
After one punch, it pierced the back of the five elements practitioner's vest.
Song Xu's natal flying sword was pressed against the tip of the sword by the man's two fingers, and the hilt was squeezed to the point of breaking.
He shook his wrist gently, and used the sword energy in his hand to form a spear, and pierced the one-word master Lu Hui from the neck. A ball of martial arts energy was released, and he raised the latter with the tip of the spear.
He seemed to be saying to himself: "How?"
The next moment, "Chen Ping'an" in a snow-white robe appeared next to him in a green shirt, standing with his back facing each other, as if the two sides would pass by each other in the next moment.
Without turning his head, he smiled and said: "The extra Night Sword is just an advantage. Fortunately, I have an extra caged bird, so it's even."
He sacrificed the two birds in the cage first and got the upper hand. The latter self, the bird in the cage, could only be outside. In fact, it was equal to no one.
Chen Ping'an said: "You can stop now."
He raised his head slightly and looked at the poor monk who was hanging in the air with the spear in his hand, "We haven't seen each other for a long time."
Chen Pingan said: "I don't think so."
The "Chen Ping'an" around me is, in a sense, like an inner demon that should have appeared at the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm. Now that it has arrived, it is more like an external demon that has abandoned all humanity.
I have to admit that he is more like a pure swordsman with no restraints than Chen Ping'an.
A small world with birds in a cage, densely covered with sword energy, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, not a single painted scene, the sky and the earth are like snow that has accumulated for thousands of years.
He looked at Yuan Huajing and said with a smile: "Isn't it funny? It's like a person who feels that he has done nothing wrong and is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but there is a knock on the door immediately. Then he swears that if he violates his conscience, God will
Strike five thunders, and by chance, there will be bursts of thunder. Is this another kind of sincerity that leads to spirituality, and three feet above the head, there is still a god?"
In the sky above Yuan Huajing's head, a powerful lightning technique from heaven crashed down, only to be collided and disintegrated by another thunder technique that seemed to originate from the human world and went from bottom to top.
He sighed, "This is very sad."
For example, some of his plans were to steal Yuan Huajing's soul and temporarily turn against the guests, adding ten more puppets that he could control at will. There can be many hiding methods like this.
But Chen Pingan can guess and know everything.
I and I are at each other's hands.
Or he came too quickly, otherwise he could slowly refine the eleven Da Li people, which is equivalent to one person completing the twelve earthly branches!
During this period, he could dismantle, learn, and master all the magical powers and spells of the other eleven Earthly Branches one by one, and finally turn them all into his own use.
But it doesn't matter. There is no good thing in this world that can be taken advantage of. Too much is never enough.
He asked with a smile: "Our husband likes to put his hands together when meeting monks, and greet them in Taoist temples. Do you think this will affect Mr. Qi's mentality when he was young?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Yes."
He asked again: "Then why don't you clarify the matter with Pei Qian? She received the gift from the female sword immortal Zhou Cheng's lineage back then. Then Zhou Cheng would have no regrets when he died on the battlefield. This is
It's a good thing, why can't you say it? Maybe it will be much faster for Pei Qian to become a swordsman in the Nascent Soul Realm, and it will only be more stable."
Chen Ping'an laughed and said, "I just realized that chatting with people is really annoying."
He put away the spear in his hand, and Lu Hui, who was lifted up in the air, fell to the ground, dying, lying in a pool of blood.
Song Xu looked at Houjue, who seemed to be the only one who was relatively safe, and felt despair.
If the other Chen Ping'an chooses to take the lead in killing this young novice from the Bible Translation Bureau, it means there is still room for maneuver.
Because after Sui Lin reversed the flow of time for a short period of time, without the support of the Buddhist magical power of Houjue, everyone would lose their memory.
But the current situation of everyone means that either all eleven of them will die. Or at least the young novice will die.
Yu Yu looked at her friends and colleagues who were in extremely miserable condition. Her face was filled with tears and she said angrily: "Yuan Huajing, Song Xu, what the hell is going on?!"
The snow-white Chen Ping'an clicked his tongue and said: "The more people can empathize with the heart-wrenching sufferings in the world, the harder their lives will be."
Chen Ping'an said: "Now that I'm here, where can you escape to?"
He took a few steps back, held up his sleeves with his hands, turned around and looked at Chen Ping'an, was silent for a moment, and said with a sneer: "Poor."
Chen Pingan remained silent.
For the first time, he spoke from his heart: "Chen Ping'an, have you ever thought that the person she has been waiting for is me, not you?"
Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at himself. In fact, he couldn't be completely regarded as a demon. If not, he was himself, but incomplete.
He held his sleeves with his hands, looked at the sky, narrowed his eyes and murmured: "I am more suitable than you. The farther back you go, the more suitable you are."
He slowly stretched out a hand, and a light appeared next to the two of them, like a star hanging in the sky. Then in an instant, a bright sword light passed by. The light was pulled by the sword energy and followed the sword light.
He looked at Chen Pingan with a smile and said in his heart: "You actually know very well. This is why Mr. Qi asked her not to take action easily. He will not teach you any superior swordsmanship, nor can he protect you too much. He only said those three things.
Is the wisp of sword energy really of much use in our practice? A little bit, but looking back, it cannot affect the overall trend of any line. Qidunshan, whether you can kill that spirit monster or not, there is still A Liang.
Watching from the side, at the mouth of the well, whether you kill Cui Dongshan at the bottom of the well, in the long run, it doesn't matter."
He shook his head and said to himself: "She actually kept her promise, which is surprising."
Chen Pingan said: "Don't forget, you are not a human being."
He showed a smile and complained: "How can you criticize yourself like this?"
In fact, he can say harsh words. For example, I understand everything about you, but you, Chen Ping'an, cannot understand me now. Be careful to push me too hard. Let's stop being swordsmen. Let's lose one or two points in our martial arts skills.
Realm, the natal object belonging to the Five Elements, first break most of it into pieces...
It just doesn't make sense.
It's not that this guy ignored him and hacked him to death, he just ignored the cost and didn't care about the consequences. The most hateful thing, this guy's biggest support, is not that the old scholar and Ning Yao are nearby, but that "he" sincerely believes that even if
The road is temporarily cut off, and the worst case scenario is that someone interrupted the Changsheng Bridge when I was young. You can still start over.
Chen Ping'an sneered: "This is my biggest support, why do you think so little of yourself?"
He sighed, smiled brightly, and raised a hand, "Then say goodbye? See you later?"
It's a pity that all the small talk and the deliberate arrangement of this scene before failed to make this hurried self have a new trace of divinity, so there was no chance to take advantage of it.
Otherwise, it's up to two people to say who is the Chen Ping'an who really walks out. At that time, it's just a matter of finding a suitable time, opening the sky with the sword, quietly traveling far away, and meeting her at the ancient sword refining place.
Chen Ping'an just narrowed his eyes and nodded.
He looked around and curled his lips, "If you lose, you will lose because you came early and tied your hands and feet, otherwise I would have beaten you, which would have been more than enough."
He looked at the female ghost and said with a smile: "Do you dare to take advantage of me again in the future?"
Gaiyan just glanced at those golden eyes, and she almost collapsed on the spot, and she didn't dare to say another word.
The existence next to Chen Ping'an seemed to have no emotion no matter what he said or did, whether he smiled or not. All his expressions, emotions, and behavior were all drawn out, dead things, as if they were that
The corpses were casually picked up by that being from the eternal tomb.
He withdrew his gaze. His whole body was like a piece of pure glass, which began to crumble and dissipate. However, this small world did not increase or decrease at all. His eyes were deep, and the golden light flowed like stars. He looked at Chen Ping'an and said
The last sentence is, "Great freedom is to let yourself not be free, but I can't think of it."
The small world inside, created by a bird in a cage, disappeared together with Chen Ping'an in white.
Chen Ping'an had no expression on his face. He was not in a hurry to put away his caged bird and the moon in the well. Instead, he used the caged bird to immediately narrow the scope of the world, just enough to include all the places where the white clothes disappeared, and then reminded Sui Lin: "
You can reverse this short period of time. My flying sword will help you protect the road and open a path for everyone to return to the previous alley."
Generally speaking, that "self" can take the opportunity to separate a part or even a grain of mind and hide it in the long river of time. For example, it may be somewhere in the small world of Kushou's ancient mirror, or it may be the mind of a certain monk.
In the soul, it may even be a certain robe, a treasure armor, or somewhere in an inn. In short, there are countless possibilities. But the "self" does not dare, because Chen Pingan will ask the husband to give the gift after returning to the Confucian Temple.
Sheng personally investigated the matter. Once found out, the consequences can be imagined.
If you want it, that guy must want it. It seems unnecessary, but in fact it is not. No matter what, no matter whether the guy has any back-ups or not, Chen Ping'an will do it. He has to bother Li Sheng to check the time in person. After all, he has deceived him.
It's actually very difficult for yourself, but it's very easy to deceive yourself.
Sui Lin asked in a trembling voice: "Mr. Chen, what should we do with this memory?"
Chen Pingan sneered and said: "Everyone is full and has nothing to do, right? Just think of it as saving food so that you can remember better in the future!"
Sui Lin teamed up with the young novice monk Houjue, and after reversing the course of time, they all returned to their respective places in an instant.
Only Chen Pingan was still standing in Yuan Huajing's house.
The little novice monk immediately put his hands together and silently recited the Buddha's blessing three times, "I will donate some merit money later. I will do what I say, and if I don't have any money, I will borrow it."
In the alley, Han Zhoujin, Ge Ling, and Sui Lin appeared out of thin air. After Sui Lin did this, he fell to the ground and was helped up by Ge Ling.
Return to the inn one by one immediately.
Wearing a green shirt, he stood in the corridor outside the door of the house with his hands in sleeves.
Except for Sui Lin, who was still unconscious and being helped by others, everyone else was standing in the courtyard below the steps.
Yuan Huajing looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, but the sweat on his forehead revealed the extremely unstable Taoist heart of this Nascent Soul sword cultivator.
Song Xu had his flying sword crushed by Chen Ping'an earlier. Although the time was reversed and the flying sword was unimpeded, his sword cultivation heart was severely damaged and he was now depressed.
When Ku Shou sees Chen Ping'an now, regardless of which one he is, he can't help but feel his heart trembling.
The young man Gou Cun looked at Chen Ping'an, his eyes changed from awe to fear.
The female ghost immediately changed her gaze and did not look at the hidden official at all.
Yu Yu crossed her arms across her chest. The girl was not an ordinary Taoist with a tough heart, but she was actually a little complacent. Look, we were all being served in a pot, and had to chop melons and vegetables.
Chen Ping'an almost couldn't hold it back and rewarded each person with a punch on the spot. He took a deep breath and said, "Wake Sui Lin up."
Ge Ling and Lu Hui on both sides of Sui Lin immediately followed suit.
Sui Lin woke up leisurely and was about to clasp fists with the hidden official to say thank you. Chen Pingan had already stretched out his hand. Sui Lin, who had a pale and colorless face, was confused and asked cautiously: "Mr. Chen?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Since you guys don't have to go to the wild world, you can bring those sword-locking talismans for whatever you want."
Sui Lin quickly took out the pile of golden talismans from his sleeve, pushed it gently, and floated towards the young hermit official.
Chen Pingan took the talisman and looked at everyone.
Everyone was silent.
It was Lu Hui, the scholar, who knew the scholar best. He smiled and said, "I borrowed it. I lent it to Mr. Chen."
Chen Pingan put it in his sleeve and disappeared in a flash.
Everyone was so relieved that several of them sat down on the ground.
Just when Song Xuxu was about to speak, Yuan Huajing showed a tired look and spoke first: "This matter was handed over to the Ministry of Rites for filing. It is my fault and has nothing to do with Kushou."
Chen Ping'an appeared at the alley, glanced at the library, and sighed, Senior brother, if you keep doing this, you will be really annoying.
Walking all the way to the door of the inn, the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became. I immediately turned around and went to the alley, Shuodi Mountain and River, and returned directly to the Xianjia Inn. Except for Goucun and the little novice monk, the other nine were missing.