Sword of Coming

The old scholar stamped his feet and said angrily: "Only villains and women are difficult to raise. The ancients would never deceive me!"

The tall woman twisted the snow-white lotus leaf that she picked from an unknown place with murderous intent. Although she still had a smile on her face, it looked cold no matter how she looked at it. "Swearing someone if you can't beat them? Are you looking for a cut?!"

The circular sword array that was originally spread out ten miles away suddenly shrunk and became only a small area surrounded by the riverside cliff. At the same time, the sword energy became more and more powerful and amazing. The sword energy condensed into a sword array wall that stretched to the sky and the earth. The avenue of nothingness flowing invisibly in the space was forced to appear. The black and white collided fiercely, fire flew everywhere, and finally returned to the chaotic void together.

The old scholar shrank his neck, and suddenly he had an idea. He immediately felt confident and asked loudly: "It's okay to fight, but can we change our style of fighting? Don't worry, my request can be accompanied by Chen Pingan, and it will be guaranteed to be reasonable and reasonable." , it suits your wish!”

The tall woman was silent and suddenly saw the old man winking at her.

She hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

At the mouth of the well in the inn, the young man put his fingers together to form a sword, pointing to the bottom of the well.

The first ray of rainbow light created by the sword energy gradually faded away by half in the old well. It was no longer so dazzling that people could not look directly at it. Through the light, Chen Pingan could vaguely see this ray of light that was said to be "extremely beautiful". The "small" sword energy, after leaving the Qifu acupoint, condensed into essence, like a heavy rain, hitting a piece of "ground" crazily, and the ground that withstood the impact of the heavy rain seemed to be the mirror surface of a round mirror.

Of course Chen Pingan would not know that it was called Lei Bu Si Yin Jing, and it had an extraordinary origin and a great connection!

After the death of an ancient emperor who was in charge of thunder magic, the gods of thunder took advantage of the situation and divided up the thunder power of the ancestor of all laws. Each of them controlled a part of the power of thunder. From then on, the situation became even more unbearable, except for those who performed their duties. Except for the God of Thunder who heralds spring, many other gods have long been reduced to beings such as gods of mountains, rivers, and mountains. They are either bound by the saints of the three religions and are not allowed to step out of the "Thunder Pond", or they are often banned by people like Fengxue Temple Zhenwu Mountain. Military strategists like these, or some Taoist sects, use thunder talismans and the art of inviting gods to make them come and go at a moment's notice.

As for this Leibu Division Seal Mirror, the owner was once one of the righteous gods of the Leibu Division. Although it has suffered repeated disasters, from the mirror surface to the inside, it has long been dilapidated, and the thunder and lightning brilliance inside has been almost exhausted, but it is by no means the fifth realm of Enhezhong. A monk can break it.

The young man in white clothes in the ancient well had been suppressed for more than a foot. He was still pressing against the bottom of the mirror with his hands and shoulders. He was hit by the sword energy. The mirror shook and cracked, but it was soon broken. The residual lightning contained in the mirror is automatically restored to its original appearance.

The sword attack is like an iron cavalry carving a formation, and the mirror resistance is like an infantry guarding.

The two are killing each other, and it depends on who loses his momentum sooner.

The young Cui Han gritted his teeth, his face covered with blood, which blurred his handsome face. At this time, he no longer had the energy to speak harshly, so he could only mutter silently in his heart: "After surviving this heavy rain of sword energy, I will definitely be a hundred times stronger when I go up." Return it! It will definitely be possible, the momentum of Jian Yu has changed from strong to weak, I just need to hold on for a little longer, Chen Pingan, just wait!"

Although the young man at the bottom of the well was still full of energy, the look of him covered in blood was really desolate.

Even in the bleak years when he rebelled against his master, he traveled all the way, leaving the Divine Continent of Middle-earth and heading to the southern continent, and finally chose to settle in the smallest Dongbaoping Continent. After tens of millions of miles, how could he not be free and at ease along the way, surrounded by monsters, ghosts, monsters, and demons? Who could make him so miserable?

You know, Cui Chan, a wanderer before becoming the Grand Master of Great Li, once had a mantra that was hard to reach the elegant hall. After slaying demons and demons just based on his preference, he would say: "In a blink of an eye, everything is wiped out. It's like an ant." .”

Cui Han, the young man holding the mirror, continued to fall, but the amplitude gradually became smaller.

The mirror could still hold up, but there was a constant flow of sword energy pouring down from the outside of the mirror. The young man's body was already crumbling due to the continuous sword energy.

With a thought, he slipped out of his sleeve a life-saving talisman that was at the bottom of the box. He had kept it for many years. When he used it now, he felt so distressed that his face turned ferocious.

The golden runes first stuck to the cuffs of the white clothes, and then melted instantly. Soon, the surface of Cui Han's white clothes was covered with golden runes. When he listened carefully, he heard the sound of Buddhist Sanskrit sounds, and the white clothes rolled like water patterns, setting off the The young man Cui Chan was given a solemn appearance.

This talisman is extremely special. If gold powder and cinnabar are the main materials for drawing talismans, then there are some materials that can be found but not found. Once made into a talisman, the various effects contained in the talisman are incredible. For example, this one from Cui Han, The golden blood of a golden-bodied Arhat from a Western Buddhist country was used as the main material for drawing talismans. Moreover, this eminent monk almost achieved the status of Bodhisattva. Therefore, the blood showed a golden color and was poured into gold powder. On the inside of the talisman. If you write "Diamond Sutra" scriptures on it, it can be turned into a diamond amulet with infinite Buddhist dharma, which can withstand even a powerful blow from the land swordsman.

How can young Cui Yan not feel distressed?

After offering this priceless life-saving amulet, the young man made some calculations in his mind and easily calculated that the sword energy would at most cause the mirror to shatter, but the mirror itself would not be damaged. From now on, as long as he goes to the sea of ​​lightning and thundering clouds every thunderstorm night In the process, lightning is directed into the mirror, and within a few years, this mine mirror can be restored to its original state.

With this, Cui Han felt reassured, tilted his arm slightly, and wiped the blood on his face randomly, "What a shame and humiliation, it almost destroyed the foundation of my golden body!"

Cui Chen closed his eyes and began to silently build up his momentum.

Just waiting for a critical moment when the sword energy was about to dissipate was the time for him to kill at the mouth of the well.

Of course he won't wait for all the sword energy to dissipate.

If he waits until the sword energy completely dissipates, once Chen Ping'an discovers that he is not dead, the mud-legged man in Mud Bottle Alley will have some dangerous tricks to follow.

After all, at this time, neither my cultivation nor my body could withstand any unexpected "examination".

The road is really muddy and rugged!

The young man felt great hatred in his heart.

The trip to the small town was what Cui Han, the national master, considered to be the final battle. Because it involved the opportunity to achieve enlightenment, he did not hesitate to split his soul in half, live in another body and skin, and left Dali with the image of a young man. Beijing.

I originally thought that even if I couldn't cut off the literary fortune of Mr. Wen Sheng and his junior brother Qi Jingchun, I could still use the boy from Mu Ping Alley as the object of visualization, and borrow stones from other mountains to attack jade, sharpen my mind, and make up for the most lacking state of mind. By helping him break through the ten realms in one go, he is expected to return to the peak of the twelve realms, and even use Da Li to promote his knowledge. As long as his achievements and knowledge can spread across the continent, he can make further progress. , if all the Confucian disciples in a continent were my disciples of Cui Chan, the benefits would be unimaginable.

It seemed at the time that no matter how the calculation was made, Cui Chan was invincible. The only difference was the size of the profit.

However, no one would have thought that the direct disciple Qi Jingchun actually selected was not Zhao Yao who gave away the spring seal, Song Jixin who gave away only the remaining books, or even Lin Shouyi, a young man who had the seeds of reading.

But the little girl named Li Baoping is a woman! How does a woman inherit cultural heritage? Female sir, female madam? Aren't you afraid of becoming the laughing stock of the world? Aren't you afraid of being regarded as the number one heretic by the old people in the Confucian Academy?

Not to mention that Qi Jingchun accepted a disciple as a teacher and gave the relics of the literary saint Cui Chan and Qi Jingchun to the young Chen Ping'an.

In this way, not only has the cultural line been not cut off, but the legacy has been passed down to Li Baoping's generation, and Cui Chan, who originally deceived his master to destroy his ancestors and rebelled against his master, was once again tied to the literary saint because of Chen Ping'an.

This caused Cui Han, who mistakenly thought he had the chance to win, to be completely shattered in an instant. Coupled with the invisible pull of literary luck, he fell to the fifth level of cultivation. If he had not reached an agreement with Old Man Yang later, he would have learned a long-lost skill. The Shinto secret technique made up for a loophole in Cui Chan's own secret technique, and he was able to quickly warm up the soul. Like a dead tree blooming with spring, his cultivation level began to rise again.

However, this secret method has a fatal flaw. The accumulated cultivation is an "illusion" and will be returned to its original form after being used once. Unless you break through the ten realms in one breath and reach the upper five realms, you can "fake it when it is real and the real thing is also fake". The false and the real are uncertain, and the true and false are confused, which is a different world.

When he arrived at the Qiulu Inn in this county, the "illusion" realm of young Cui Chan had actually approached the ninth realm again. Only then did he have the opportunity to use the military strategist's method of "inviting gods" to invite the golden body of a Confucian saint. The realm is fake, but the means are real. That's why Hanshi River God was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst. Otherwise, how could a man in green robe with hundreds of years of experience and experience in leading water transportation in the North and the city, without suffering enough, be tamed by Cui Chan like a small catfish in the stream?

Down the well.

The heavy rain of sword energy that fell from the wellhead was still menacing, and the sword light was splashed in all directions by the mirror.

The young man in white has almost stepped on the bottom of the water channel at the bottom of the well. The well water and the underground water in the city connected to the river have long been evaporated by the sword energy.

The young Cui Yan began to count down in his heart.

It is absolutely true that he does not want to kill Chen Pingan, at least for the time being.

Because Cui Chang was more like a tug-of-war, hoping to pull the young man onto his own path. At least in the short term, Cui Chan will not harm Chen Pingan, but will try his best to help Chen Pingan grow in cultivation. At most, he will quietly change Chen Pingan's temperament, and eventually become Cui Chan's comrade. Ping An is very lucky, and he will hopefully inherit Cui Chan's mantle in the future, and Cui Chan will not refuse.

But Cui Zhang really wanted to kill Li Baoping.

Because once this little girl grows up in the future, and Cui Han is still involved with Chen Ping'an after all, the more infamy and rejection Li Baoping suffers, Cui Han's cultivation will be more or less affected, which is very important for the pursuit of perfection. For Cui Chen, this is absolutely intolerable.

The young Cui Yi felt that this was an unreasonable disaster.

Even if I think of a bad guy with ulterior motives, if I want to kill you Chen Ping'an, why bother pretending to be a grandson all the way? It's obviously harmless to you.

Why do you, Chen Pingan, want to kill me just because of a little guess? !

Why do you think I can kill people just because I harbor evil intentions for my three children, without any hesitation?

So what kind of gentleman are you, kid? Then Qi Jingchun has always respected gentlemen, why do you, who Qi Jingchun values ​​so highly, be so unreasonable? Why should the old man ask me to learn how to be a good person from you? ! I, Cui Chan, was once the first disciple of Wen Sheng, and once taught Qi Jingchun's knowledge. Regarding my status in the Confucian tradition, I, Cui Chan, am more than a step above the wise men and gentlemen. And you, Chen Ping'an, do things with such sincerity, but the old man's vision is as bad as ever.

Qi Jingchun helps you choose, doesn't that mean he helped you choose the second Cui Han?

With his feet touching the stone slab, young Cui Chan continued to count down in his mind, waiting for the opportunity to move.

A burst of joy surged through my chest at the same time.

Haha, this is better, it means that after I get out of the predicament, while slowly torturing you, at least I will let you Chen Pingan survive and save your life. You will follow me on that road in the future, and it will be more natural. Smooth. In this way, your luck is not too bad.

Furthermore, the written restraint that the dead old man planted on Cui Zhang was only for Chen Pingan. Cui Yang was not allowed to have any evil thoughts about Chen Pingan, otherwise he would suffer the pain of being flogged and punished. Other than that, it was No other behavior is restricted. This is barely in line with the old man's knowledge, which emphasizes tracing everything back to its source. Only after the source has been clarified, can one branch out in moral articles and conduct oneself in the world.

In the future, I, Cui Zhang, want you to see with your own eyes how the little girl named Li Baoping, the direct descendant of Qi Jingchun, died in front of you, and I want you to know what the battle of the great ways is and why she died!

The time has come!

Cui Han's arms that were against the mirror were already bloody and bloody, with bones clearly visible, but he didn't care, "The sword energy is like a rainbow, right? The waterfall is upside down, right? Open it for me!"

But just before Cui Chen thought he had succeeded, there was only such a slight difference. The straw-shoe boy, with his feet firmly rooted and standing firmly on the mouth of the well, finally finished gathering his strength. Although his soul was shaken, every part of his internal organs was in pain. It penetrated into the bone marrow, so I could only tremble slightly: "Let's go."

A second waterfall cascades down.

Your uncle Chen Pingan, I was killed here by you.

This was the only thought that young Cui Chan had at that time.

Chen Pingan was teetering on the wellhead.

before this.

Chen Ping'an sat in the pavilion for the second time tonight. At that time, he and Li Baoping, who had woken up from a nightmare, sat opposite each other in the pavilion. A ray of breeze blew through the small pavilion for no reason.

The young man remembered something and felt a little sad. At the same time, he closed his eyes with Li Baoping and listened carefully to the sound of the iron horse wind chimes under the eaves.

The young man silently told himself at that time, "Mr. Qi, if the sound of the wind chimes under the eaves is an even number, just let it go and endure the one named Cui. But if it is an odd number, I will take action."

Ding dong, ding dong, ding ding dong.

After the seventh tone, there was no more sound.

So after the little girl in the red cotton jacket left the pavilion, the boy stood on the edge of the well.

Earlier, before the straw-shoe boy left town.

That time, at Old Man Yang's reminder, Chen Ping'an left Yang's shop with his umbrella and went to pick up the umbrella from the school teacher who came to visit Old Man Yang and gave him two square mountain watermarks.

One big and one small walking on the side street.

"A gentleman can be bullied. You can tell Senior Yang and the others this."

"Whenever you are in doubt about something in the future, you can ask Chunfeng. Well, just keep this sentence in your mind. Maybe you will need it in the future. But I hope I won't."

After saying this, the scholar with frosty temples, who rarely looked as rigid and serious as when he taught knowledge in the school, blinked, looked at the young man, and smiled warmly.

When the boy left the town with the little girl.

The last bit of the soul of a certain Confucian scholar in green shirt returned to the human world after going to a certain cave in the outer sky. He walked side by side with the boy in straw sandals and the little girl in the red cotton-padded jacket for a certain distance, and then stopped. Looking at the backs of the junior brother and his own disciple, they no longer saw each other off.

When the scholar finally waved goodbye silently, with this gentle wave of sleeves, a spring breeze lingered around the young man, silently and lingering for a long time.

In the well.

Together with the Lei Bu Si Seal Mirror, the young Cui Han was slammed back to the bottom of the well. He huddled together and lay on the extremely dry bluestone floor, trying to hide under the mirror as much as possible.

Although he tried his best and made the last desperate struggle, Cui Han was actually completely despairing in his heart.

The mirror shook violently, bringing a huge impact to the boy in white below, as well as the "water flow" of sword energy flowing through the mirror, causing a huge burning sensation to the young man's body, which made him start to lose consciousness.

At the moment when I close my eyes.

The imprisonment that the old scholar had imprinted on young Cui Han's soul actually disappeared.

The young man in white was in high spirits, as if he was extra energetic after a long drought. How could Cui Chan dare to have any spare energy? If he didn't work hard at this moment, how could he wait? "Haha, God help me! Old man, you will also show up. This kind of mistake! Even if you are old, you will self-defeat yourself one day. It is really God who helps me, Cui Chun, and there is no perfect path for everyone!"

I saw big golden characters full of awe-inspiring righteousness. Cui Han, whose face was twisted with pain, was peeled off from his soul bit by bit. This kind of pain that makes people's thoughts have nowhere to hide is worse than being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. It's terrifying.

But Cui Chan's mind became clearer and clearer. "The teachings of the saints are conveyed in writings." The young man in white used the temporarily ownerless golden characters to hit the sword energy waterfall.

The golden characters and sword energy collided with each other.

There was no momentum at all, but the more silent it was, the more shocking and suffocating it was.

It is no longer the category of any struggle for strength and power, but just another form of struggle for the great road.

This waterfall.

After all, it is just a "tiny" sword energy.

And those gold characters were only temporarily borrowed.

The two were in a stalemate, and in the end it seemed like they were trying to create an evenly matched situation.

It's like two armies facing each other, with one losing and both sides being wiped out.

After Cui Chen sensed the opportunity, he didn't wait any longer. He began to sit up carefully, then squatted down little by little, and finally he was bent over and stood up.

He moved to one side, and the mirror instantly tilted, and he poured all the last sword energy to the other side of the inner wall of the well mouth. The boy in white simply threw the ancient mirror away, touched the ground with his feet, and his whole body rose into the sky, and then his figure instantly It disappeared, and only a gloomy voice filled with resentment kept echoing in the ancient well: "Even if you have the third sword energy now, you are too late!"

Chen Ping'an stood at the mouth of the well, setting up a sword furnace with both hands. After the last sword energy left, he was ready to face the enemy with boxing skills.

In the preface to the opening chapter of the Shan Shan Pu, it is clearly stated: "Those who will learn Shan Shan Quan in future generations, even if they face the enemies of the founders of the three religions, must remember that our martial arts can be weak, and we can lose in the fight for victory. Only one body Fist intention! Never retreat!"

at the same time.

In the Yajing courtyard, the little girl in the red cotton jacket woke up again, not from a nightmare, but from being slapped with a locust wood sword.

The dazed Li Baoping suddenly widened his eyes. The wooden sword that had broken through the window quickly carved the character "Qi" in the air, and then flew towards the door. Li Baoping moved with lightning speed. He jumped out of bed, took off his boots, and ran barefoot. After opening the door, he followed Mu Jian to the house where his junior uncle lived. Because Chen Ping'an hadn't come back yet, he didn't fasten the door. It was knocked open by the flying sword earlier. , Li Baoping rushed into it with Feijian at this time, and saw it pointing at the basket on its back.

Finally, under Fei Jian's pointing, Li Baoping took out a seal hidden by her junior uncle. After opening it, she found that it was the "quiet heart and contentment" seal that junior junior uncle Fang had only secretly seen once for her. Feijian Then he "nods" vigorously and flies quickly outside the house.

The little girl grasped the Jingzi Seal that Mr. Fang gave to her junior uncle, followed the locust wood sword that had appeared inexplicably in the basket on her back, and flew all the way to the pavilion. She jumped out of the pavilion and ran to her junior uncle. Over there at the wellhead.

In an instant, the seal in Li Baoping's hand broke free from her palm and quickly flew towards the wellhead, higher than her junior uncle's head, and then gave a dull snap.

Above the wellhead, someone was heartbroken: "Come again? Qi Jingchun, I will fuck you! The ghost is still here, are you finished yet?!"

I saw a young man in white clothes who appeared inexplicably above the wellhead. He was hit hard by a seal on his forehead. He flew backwards and fell to the ground.

The young man in white, with no trace of his cultivation left, murmured before he passed out: "Qi Jingchun, if you're cruel, I'll give in."