Sword of Coming

Below the sea of ​​clouds, to the west of the Denglong Platform, and to the north of the ferry island, the entire Old Dragon City fell into a situation where the long river of time suddenly stagnated.

When Fan Junmao saw the snow-white figure like a rainbow falling to the ground, his face was filled with endless thoughts and remembrances. In the end, tears filled his eyes. He stood up, hesitated to speak, and said a time-honored "sit down". The pose is to sit upright above the sea of ​​clouds. Confucian gentlemen in later generations pay attention to sitting upright like a corpse and sitting like a god.

Over at Chenchen Pharmacy, Pei Qian was holding a hiking stick and performing crazy sword skills in the alley outside the shop door. He was unaware of the strange phenomena in the world. The Zhao family's Yin Shen on the other side of the threshold had not moved at all.

There was a short, wealthy old man in the outer city. Just as he was about to step out, he frowned, retracted his foot, and did not move at all. He just rolled his eyes, thought for a moment, and then left his body to travel far away with a more subtle ghost. Sneaky, yet like a fish in water.

Outside the east gate of Old Dragon City, the face of Yunlin Jiang's nun was flushed, and her natal flying sword buzzed and trembled in her body, which allowed her to try her best to see some blurry images.

The ancestor of Zhongxing, whose surname was Du, of the Tongye Sect, narrowed his eyes and looked towards the hole in the city wall. The natal immortal soldier swallowed the sword boat and hovered quietly beside him.

In the "doorway" that was forcibly punched out of the city wall, a tall woman in white clothes with flowing sleeves sat on the pile of rubble. She moved gently and held a golden treasure in her arms that almost collapsed. The young man was too seriously injured and had passed out. She lowered her head, stretched out a finger, and gently smoothed the young man's frown.

Not far away, stood an old Confucian scholar in a shabby blue shirt, raising his hand to wipe his forehead, "You are too reckless, making such a big noise. Do you know that in order to cover your whereabouts, I took the food?" I have used all my strength. If Master Suishan hadn't been so loyal and asked me to jump directly to the northern part of Aquarius Continent, you would have known it all over the world by now. How could Chen Ping'an still be able to practice with peace of mind?"

Seeing that the woman didn't speak, the old scholar became more and more guilty. He sighed and walked to the edge of the wall without looking at the second person of the Xian family on the Tongyezhou territory. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Why, since you two like to see it so much?" It’s so lively, why don’t you even dare to show your head?”

To the north, an ethereal figure appears, vaguely visible. He is a middle-aged Confucian scholar. There is a golden jade pendant hanging around his waist, with the seal inscription "I am good at cultivating the aura of greatness".

To the south, there is a Confucian scholar with the same erratic figure, but he looks a little more ancient. He also has a golden jade pendant hanging around his waist, with the seal inscription "De Dao Duo Zhu".

The middle-aged Confucian scholar bowed and said, "Greetings, sir."

The ancient Confucian scholar in the south was completely indifferent when he saw the literary sage and old scholar, and didn't even move his eyelids.

The old scholar took a deep breath, pointed at the ancestor of the resurgence of Tongye Sect, looked at the old Confucian scholar hanging on the jade pendant of "De Dao", and asked: "As a saint responsible for inspecting the north of Tongye Continent, if you talk about the ten realms A Qi Practitioner at the Eleventh Level travels around the world. You can infer that there are many things in the world. You can’t take care of the thousands of lights under your feet in the sky. With such a Qi Practitioner at the Ascension Realm, are you blind? A big light The lantern is floating before your eyes, but you still can’t see it?”

Confucian scholars were silent in ancient times.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed. He had actually been informed beforehand that Du Mao of the Tongye Sect would come down the mountain to visit the Old Dragon City of Aquarius Continent under his jurisdiction. This was one of the plans of the Northern Great Li Song family and was involved again. The inside story of the Fuqi Sect and the Taipingshan chaos in the demon clan, so before Du Mao left the sect, he filed a report with the ancient Confucian scholars, but something happened suddenly and he had no time to ask for the ultimatum from the academy. So the middle-aged Confucian scholars turned a blind eye.

The restraint on these Ascension Realm great monks is an iron law established by Li Sheng. Over the years, there has been no backlash. Some great monks even openly ridiculed. Mr. Li Sheng is really philanthropic. There are so many monsters in the world. Instead of strangling them all, eradicating the roots, and leaving tigers to be troubled, they have strict rules for their own family. Every move that they can stretch out their arms and legs must be approved by the academy. Look at the Qingming world where the three branches of Taoism are seated, and the ascension realm. If you like to stay in that white jade capital, you can stay there, and when you get bored, you can travel around the world as much as you want. Why do you, alone in the world, have to follow the rules even when you sneeze?

Tongye Zong Du Mao was a little impatient. He put one hand behind his back and scratched his head with the other. He looked up at the old scholar and asked, "Are you the Literary Sage?"

The old scholar actually put this person aside from the beginning to the end, and said to the two Confucian Confucian temples in the sky to worship the seventy-two sages, "You two are both Lao San's favorite disciples, and you are saints." , the third child should have taught you, and you should remember that compassion is something everyone has."

"Shame and shame are common to everyone!"

The former is said to the middle-aged Confucian scholar sitting in the southern part of Aquarius Continent.

The latter was said to the ancient Confucian scholar who allowed Du Mao to go down the mountain and cross the continent into Laolong City.

Scholars who are able to join the Confucian Temple and worship the most holy teachers are of course worthy of the name. They are more important than the so-called Confucian sages who are the head of Confucian academies. However, the Confucian orthodoxy in the world still adheres to the saying of the seventy-two sages.

The old scholar continued: "Your husband even said that life is what I want; righteousness is what I want. You can't have both. Those who sacrifice life for righteousness! Now it's Chen Ping'an who is teaching You guys should be human! The third child can’t teach you well anyway, so let a kid who doesn’t read much teach you.”

The old man's expression was stern, and he said indifferently: "You are no longer in the Confucian Temple, and you no longer have the statue to worship with you. The academic lineage has been cut off. My husband should be respected as the Lesser Sage."

The old scholar was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "I didn't call him an old bastard, but I already gave him a lot of face! Who do you think you are?! You got in by relying on bullshit moral articles and useless bullshit knowledge." The Confucian Temple only eats cold pig head meat."

The ancient old man's face was still expressionless, but the corners of his mouth moved slightly, seeming to be sarcastic.

The old scholar patted his chest and said to himself: "We must convince others with reason and virtue."

The old scholar sighed, "You two know that I can't do anything to you now, so you are confident, right?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head and said, "I don't dare, and I don't want to do this."

The ancient Confucian scholar sneered: "Your knowledge is just a shit stirrer and a smelly fly, ruining the great cause of our Confucian orthodoxy."

This ancient Confucian scholar, who was wearing a golden jade pendant with "De Dao Duo Zhu", did not retreat but took a step forward, "I said this in front of you, what can you do?"

The old scholar laughed angrily, "When I was at the height of my powers, you studied so hard and studied books on my lineage of knowledge, and you forgot about it? If I remember correctly, you even went to ask Cui Chan for advice? What was the result? Cui Zhang has never done many good things in his life. He has learned nothing from scolding you, only the sanctimoniousness of the third son. He also suggested that Confucianism should issue a title of 'hypocrite' in the future to keep pace with the gentleman. It really hit the nail on the head."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar had a wry smile on his face.

The ancient Confucian scholar had great concentration, yet he still looked calm after being so humiliated by the old scholar.

The old scholar raised his head, looked up into the sky, and murmured: "A gentleman can be deceived. This is what you said yourself, Lao San. I know that you want to add another pair of shackles to the scholars, and you want to echo the Holy Spirit from afar." The teacher's words, "Restraining oneself and restoring propriety is benevolence", but if you look at this world now, is it in line with your original intention? You don't need to look at other people, just look at your proud disciple. Because of this, Tangtang Liji The disciples of the Academy's Grand Ceremony, the Lisheng Saint, shamelessly asked Bai Ze to take action, but what did people say? "Look again", what are you looking at? I don't think you need to look at it, this world just can't do it, It’s just that the rivers are declining and people’s hearts are not what they used to be! When we were discussing knowledge, what did we say? Even if we have different paths, we all think that ‘people today are not necessarily inferior to the ancients’. What a joke! What a joke!”

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the ancient Confucian scholar to the south and chuckled: "Why don't you admit your mistake to me, sir?"

Ancient Confucian scholars asked: "What's wrong?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar pondered for a moment, "To cut off people's cultural heritage, one should only start with knowledge, and one should only start with the people's own choices, and one should not convince others with force. A Qi practitioner who has ascended to the realm, under the guise of It is unreasonable and disrespectful to provoke the old divine monarch who is the acquiescence of the four saints and wantonly kill a young man who 'may be a disciple of Wen Sheng's sect'!"

The ancient Confucian scholar said calmly: "I am looking at the great achievements of the Qianqiu period, and the destiny of culture for thousands of years."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head slightly and said nothing.

The old scholar sat down on the edge of the hole in the wall, "Whether you tell the truth or not, who says it, others listen or not, some truths are always there, you don't understand."

Behind him, a cold voice said, "Have you finished speaking?"

The old scholar nodded, slumped his shoulders, folded his hands on his knees, and said a little discouraged, "It's over. After running so far, you have to cover up your energy all the way. Now you have said so much nonsense, and there is no point in it." You are full of energy and energy. The most holy teacher, the sage of rites, the third child, I, with so many good principles that I have worked so hard to figure out, I think I want to return them to this world intact."

The tall woman in white gently put Chen Pingan down, stood up, and slowly walked to the old scholar, "Then it's my turn to speak my mind. As promised in advance, if you dare to stop me, I'll take you with me..."

The old scholar shook his head and said: "Don't stop me. It's because of my incompetence as a bad old man. That's why Xiao Qi died and Xiao Ping'an suffered like this. I'm sorry for these two disciples. Some people want to eat Damn it, I can’t stop you, so why should I stop you from being reasonable?”

Du Mao, who had been standing there watching the show, smiled and said: "Why, he is also a reclusive swordsman? Immortal realm? It can't be the Ascension realm that ran out of the upside-down mountain, right?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar had a strange look in his eyes and glanced at the ancient Confucian scholar to the south. The latter looked solemn and dignified. It was obvious that he was under greater pressure when facing her than when facing the old scholar who was once a literary sage.

The woman in white yawned, took a step forward, landed straight under the wall, and moved forward slowly.

Hanging from his waist was an old sword with no sheath or hilt. It was stained with rust, except for a small section at the tip, which was polished to an extremely sharp edge.

The ancient scholar said solemnly: "If you dare to take action, you will break the rules of this world!"

The woman in white just walked forward slowly, reaching out and slapping her mouth, as if she had just woken up.

The old sword's strips were not securely hung, so as she walked, the tip of the sword swayed slightly, and the snow-white sword light flowed erratically.

Du Mao's mind was racing, and he hid his hands in his sleeves, trying to deduce the secrets of heaven. He suddenly found that this world had been imprisoned, and he could no longer deduce the true origin of the tall woman in front of him.

As she was walking forward, she turned to the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said, "For the sake of you saying a few words, get out!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar frowned slightly, but found that the old scholar was waving to him. After a slight hesitation, he dispersed and left the "little world", the mainstay of the long river of time.

She looked slightly south, squinting at the ancient Confucian scholar, "Get out."

The old scholar made no more moves.

The ancient Confucian scholar asked: "Do you really want to compete with this great avenue in the world?"

The tall woman tilted her head, stretched out a finger, and gently pressed the top of the old sword, "It took a little sharpening, but it should be enough to split an upside-down mountain. Then I will open a door between the vast world and the wild world." .”

The face of the ancient Confucian scholar changed drastically, "No!"

How could she be willing to deal with this guy?

Gently push the old sword bar.

Gone in a flash.

A big hole opened in the sky of this mainstay of heaven and earth on the spot, and the flying sword went straight to the side of the upside down mountain, thousands of miles after another in the blink of an eye.

The old scholar didn't care at all.

After all, he was the scholar who ran to the sky before becoming a saint, stretched his neck and shouted for Tao Er to chop here.

On the vast sea between Posu Continent and Tongye Continent, a sword cultivator who was far away from the world suddenly raised his head and looked up.

In an instant, he saw the sea thousands of miles away in front of him, as if it had been split in half by a flying sword. The huge waves were as high as mountains, rushing towards him.

The sword cultivator was naturally not worried about the power of these waves, which would shatter him a hundred feet away, but the momentum of the flying sword shocked him.

Is there such a sword cultivator in the world?

A Liang was beaten down by Dao Lao Er again?

But Ah Liang doesn’t have such a sword now, does he? In fact, it has never happened before in this life.

The four best swords in the world, one is in the hands of the great Celestial Masters of the past dynasties in the Celestial Master's Mansion in the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth, and the other is in the hands of the man who claims to be "retarded in qualifications, unable to acquire Taoism and knowledge", but he split the Yellow River into the sky with one sword There was a Taoist master in his waist, and after A Liang left the upside-down mountain, he was said to be looking for the last one, the one with "the most lethal power in the sky"! But for some reason, Ah Liang, who was most worthy of that sword in the world, ended up flying to the outer world with his bare hands.

Instead of chasing the extremely lethal flying sword, he suddenly woke up and immediately rushed to the southernmost tip of Aquarius Continent.

The ancient scholar pointed at the tall woman and said angrily: "You are crazy!"

She still moved forward slowly.

Du Mao swallowed, "Since you threw away your sword and went out, do you really want to fight with me?"

She seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, "Fight? You probably don't know anything about Lao Huangli. After all, you are young. I don't blame you."

The old scholar suddenly burst out laughing, a hearty laugh, "Do you know who killed the largest treasure-eating whale in ancient times?! I know, but I just won't tell you. .”

She walked straight up like this and walked in front of an Ascension Realm deity, which was about the same distance as Du Mao was standing in front of Zheng Dafeng before.

It's just that the woman in white is tall, so she is condescending, looking at this damn old immortal with cold eyes, "Why don't you try to control this natal immortal weapon of yours? I'm standing still, I won't lie to you."

"You bitch, you're looking for death!"

Du Mao let out a loud shout and moved quickly.

But the swallowing sword boat flew with lightning speed in an instant and stabbed straight into the head of that weird woman.

It was only a few steps away, and it was another natal immortal weapon.

But Du Mao was trembling.

The ancient Confucian scholars also started fighting before their eyes.

She saw the sword-swallowing boat trembling and hovering in front of her eyes, full of instinctive fear and sorrow for the master Du Mao.

The tall woman stretched out a finger and pointed downwards, "Be good, don't be an eyesore, go down."

The swallowing sword boat started to descend very meekly, and finally hovered at her feet. However, she kicked him out and said angrily: "I don't have a long memory."

Du Mao habitually stretched out his thumb and wiped the corner of his mouth. If you are familiar with "that old pervert from Tongye Sect", you will know that when Du Mao makes this move, he is almost desperate.

The tall woman sighed and said to Du Mao: "You are lucky, you only destroyed one life object. My sword should have been handed to you. But next time when I show up in Tongyezhou, you will No such luck."

At this moment, at the place where the hole between heaven and earth had been broken, a big hand in the cuff of a blue shirt reached into his hand, clamping the old sword between his fingers. His arm trembled and his big sleeve rolled.

Obviously, even temporarily controlling this old sword with a sharp edge is not easy.

A majestic voice came into this small world from the big world outside, "It's nonsense. It won't happen again."

The tall woman turned her head, "Why, you want me to hold the sword before drawing it out, then I can open up the world of Haoran and Qingming?"

She waved her hand, and the old sword instantly escaped from the control of that hand and was held in her hand.

The owner of that arm did not show up, but with a flick of his wrist, the breeze gathered on his sleeve like a rolling river, and directly wrapped the ancient scholar in it, and said: "Follow me to the Confucian Temple, and shut up and think about your mistakes."

The old scholar clicked his tongue and said, "Now I can't even eat cold pig head meat."

The man snorted coldly and seemed to say to the old scholar, "What happened today, old scholar, you will clean up the mess. The Confucian Temple will not interfere."

The old scholar jumped up and cursed: "I don't accept it! Give me some favors! Otherwise, if I don't go to the Confucian Temple, except for the old man's statue, including the Lisheng and you, I will remove the remaining seventy statues and throw them out. , and then move my statue in. Anyway, the old man likes me the most..."

After the man put the ancient scholar into his sleeve, he sighed and said, "Take it."

The words settled.

The hole in the small sky has been closed, but a golden jade pendant fell lightly, but it was not the ancient Confucian scholar's "De Dao Duo Zhu" piece, but the middle-aged Confucian scholar's piece "I am good at cultivating the awe-inspiring Qi".

The old scholar took it in his hand and was satisfied, "This time it is fair and a little kind."

The man seemed to be offended by this "little kindness" argument. He did not return to the Middle-earth Divine Continent immediately. Instead, a majestic and righteous energy stayed outside the small world. The old scholar straightened his neck and said, "What, you don't accept it either? Otherwise, I'll tell you about that battle between the three and four, why did I lose? Are you really more knowledgeable than me? If it weren't for Qi Jingchun among my disciples, the left and right..."

When the old scholar seems to be "talking nonsense", he shakes his sleeves with his hands, bends his knees slightly, and sits down to talk.

Only the Confucian saints and the immortals of the five realms of China can see with their own eyes how powerful someone's knowledge was back then, and how they overpowered the saints of Buddhism and Taoism!

Even Cui Han, the great master of Dali who bullied his master and destroyed his ancestors, looked generous when talking about this dusty history.

The man left directly.

The old scholar stopped his threatening actions and stared for a long time. There was no movement. He must have left. Then he took a bite of the golden jade pendant and said, "Oh, it's true. It makes sense. I'm like A big vat of saliva, it’s not a loss.”

After leaving Lizhu Cave this time, the tall woman held the old sword in her hands for the first time, and smiled at Du Mao: "You seem to be worse off than I thought."

The old scholar laughed loudly and said: "Don't you dislike the Ascension Realm and being constrained by it? If you beat him to the Jade Pu Realm and Nascent Soul Realm, you can go wherever you want! Don't you want to cut off my cultural background and fragrance? Haha, now you are kicking the iron plate. Come on, no, no, no, you kicked an old sword stick. Du Mao, you are the only one lucky in thousands of years. You can still brag to others when you go out in the future...

"

The tall woman turned her head, narrowed her eyes and said sternly: "Take good care of my master!"

The old scholar shrank his neck and said, "Don't worry, I care about Xiao Ping'an no less than you do."

Du Mao rolled up his sleeves and said slowly: "Without the sword-swallowing boat, I am still an Ascended Realm person!"

The old scholar twitched his lips and waved his sleeves, and the small sky and earth above Du Mao's head had opened, just enough for Du Mao to feel as if he had returned to the vast world.

Du Mao was finally a little frustrated. The reason why the Ascension Realm could not be withdrawn in various caves and blessed places was not only easy to cause chaos in the fortunes of heaven and earth, but also bound by Confucian rules. It was also because he did not dare to show his face easily, which was extremely easy to attract Dao Dao. Crush!

The tall woman held her sword in front of her and said calmly: "Close it."

The old scholar nodded and indeed closed the loophole in the sky curtain again.

At this moment, Du Mao began to panic a little, but the venom on his face remained unchanged, "Since you value that young man so much, are you really willing to exchange cultivation levels with me?"

The tall woman smiled and said, "Are you starting to reason with me now?"

He who knows the current affairs is a hero.

Du Mao had three purposes for going north this time. He had the opportunity to cut off the incense of the Wen Sheng lineage and learn about the flying swords of the sword cultivator. Secondly, someone wanted to test the bottom line of the old god Lord of Lizhudong. Thirdly, They came here for the Tongye Sect to infiltrate half of Aquarius Continent.

Now two goals have been achieved. The first one is dispensable. He is not a disciple of Confucianism and does not need to expend his Taoism for this.

Cultivation on the mountain is based on strength.

At least he, Du Mao, has always advocated this point of view.

He who conquers others gains power, and he who conquers himself gains the Way.

The former is real and can be settled safely. As for the latter, in Du Mao's eyes, it is just nonsense. As long as he dies on the road, even if he dies as a martyr, isn't he still dead?

She gently grasped the old sword blade and said, "My master was in front of you earlier. Did you reason with him?"

Du Mao is a real villain, "His cultivation level is nothing now. If it weren't for the purpose of attracting sword cultivators, I, Du Mao, wouldn't be qualified to say a word to him. You do!"

The tall woman held a sword in one hand and raised the other hand to make a gesture.

The old scholar bitterly took out a picture of mountains and rivers and said, "Take it easy."

After Du Mao saw the unusual picture, he no longer hesitated and took the useless natal immortal weapon back into his acupoint. At the same time, he sacrificed his golden body and dharma, knocked open the small world with one shoulder, and flew towards the South China Sea. .

She didn't chase.

The old scholar smiled and threw the scroll casually.

The tall woman and the golden statue of Du Mao disappeared one after another.

Then the scroll map of mountains and rivers hovered in front of the old scholar. As for the small world of the old Dragon City, it was seamlessly reassembled. Outside the old Dragon City, except for the nun who could blink a little, the rest of the people were still silent. Do not move.

On the scroll, there were bursts of tearing sounds from time to time. This was caused by Du Mao's golden body holding the scroll open and the sky being pierced by a sword.

It made the old scholar feel very distressed.

In less than a stick of incense, the old scholar made up his mind and tapped somewhere on the scroll with his finger, then put the scroll away and hid it in his sleeve.

The tall woman slowly walked out of the void, the old sword bar hanging on her waist, and the sharpened tip of the sword was a bit dim.

She yawned and dragged a leg in her hands.

Du Mao, a great monk in the Ascension Realm of Tongyezhou, was dragged out of the scroll by her like a dead dog.

She asked: "It's just this...what is it called?"

The old scholar wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Du Mao, besides the old Taoist from Donghai, he is the strongest monk in Tongyezhou."

She yelled and threw the "corpse" aside casually, "He has some supernatural powers. The Yin God should have returned to his place the moment the sky was opened. This corpse is just this... Whose Yang God body Outer body.”

The old scholar suddenly realized, "It's just an external appearance. No wonder the Confucian scholar in charge would nod and agree. If we didn't make trouble, the academy would have been able to deal with it."

But the old scholar was speechless, "But even so, Du Mao still has the cultivation level of the Twelve Realms."

She sat cross-legged next to Chen Pingan and carefully held him in her arms again. She raised her head and looked into the distance and said leisurely: "In front of my sword, is there any difference between twelve and thirteen?"

The old scholar asked in a low voice: "Where is the sword-swallowing boat?"

She said absently: "I removed the innate suppression, let his Yang Shen use this weapon, and then blew it up for me, otherwise I would have come out long ago. I just want to know what the so-called 'immortal weapon' is today." What a piece of shit.”

The old scholar wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "How are you doing?"

The tall woman lowered her head and looked at the pale young face, as if she was having a nightmare. Although the injury had been temporarily stopped by the old scholar, it would still be very difficult. She stretched out her fingers and gently rubbed his eyebrows, softly. He said in a voice: "The stone cliff in the Lizhu Cave Sky Mountain is the condensed sword intention of my original master, and it was originally mine. But after so many years, I am too lazy to care about it. Later, what did Ruan and I do? In a small transaction, he occupied 30% of the Dragon Slaying Platform."

The old scholar glanced at the tip of the old sword at her waist and said with a smile: "So you have been sharpening your sword on Ruan Qiong's dragon-slaying platform in the past few years?"

She said calmly: "The piece from Zhenwu Mountain will be used, and the piece from Ruan Qiong will be reserved for my family, Xiaopingan."

The old scholar was sweating like rain.

She looked towards the south, "This matter is not over yet."

The old scholar shook his head and said: "No, please don't. It's not over until it's over, but you can't take action anymore. Let me do it. This is for the sake of peace."

She nodded, "I won't come out for the time being when I go back this time. If I come out next time and find that your so-called good is not good at all, I will find you. You should know that before you join the great road of Haoran Tianxia, After this, I am the only one in the world who can kill you."

The old scholar smiled and said: "We are our own family, why are we so fierce?"

The tall woman, with the sleeves of her white clothes swaying in the wind, shook her head and said, "It was originally good, but it was because you insisted on accepting him as a closed disciple that the disaster happened today. If you don't count half of your family members, you will be the first to die."

The old scholar glared and said, "Don't say angry words. Besides, do you dare to say such bastard words in front of your master?"

She said bluntly: "I won't say it. I will do it secretly. Whether Chen Ping'an recognizes me or not will still be my master."

The old scholar was speechless.

She waved her hand, and after the small gift she had given to Chen Ping'an collapsed into pieces, three long pieces of bluestone fell out from it. They are all dragon-slaying platforms that all swordsmen in the world dream of. They vary in size, as small as a ruler. As big as a floor tile paved in a palace. She handed Chen Ping'an to the old scholar, "I'll go out and sort out some minor things."

The old scholar said angrily: "If you have something to say, please tell me."

The tall woman did not go somewhere this time. She just took one step and came to someone.

It was the nun who taught Yuanying Sword Cultivator.

The tall woman stretched out her two fingers and pulled out a natal flying sword from the inner hole of the teacher. She clamped the head and tail of the natal flying sword between her fingers, slightly increased the force, and pressed the flying sword into an arc. .

In this small world, the unable to move old woman's eyes were full of pleading.

The tall woman tilted her head slightly, "Please? Otherwise, like my master, tell the right truth, and I will promise you not to break this flying sword."

This is obviously unreasonable.

Wait a moment, this nanny of the Yunlin Jiang family, who has the magical power of the immortal realm to be able to speak even a few words in this small world, so the tall woman continued to increase her strength, the arc became wider and wider, and with a snap, she was cut off on the spot. fold.

Auntie's seven orifices were bleeding, her golden elixir was cracked, and her Nascent Soul was wailing endlessly.

The tall woman sneered and said: "Well, I have always liked your theory. I did it quickly before my little Ping An woke up. I may not have such an opportunity in the future."

After she finished speaking, she flew straight up to the sea of ​​clouds above Old Dragon City.

Fan Junmao, a woman in green robe, continued to maintain that weird sitting posture. When she raised her head, her eyes were hot and full of awe. Fan Junmao's first words were, "I didn't know in advance that this young man is your new master!"

The tall woman hung the old sword bar and stood in front of Fan Junmao. She bent down and asked with a smile: "Is it not guilty for those who don't know?"

Fan Junmao shook his head and said: "Ignorance is a serious crime, I admit it!"

The tall woman stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyebrows, "Why are you still the same as before, pitiful every day? Either you sneaked to the arch bridge and cried to the sea of ​​clouds, or you were kneeling on the sea of ​​clouds like this today. How can I kill you? ?”

Fan Junmao was in high spirits, "Kill me if you kill me. With you here, it's enough!"

The tall woman let out an oh, patted the end of the old sword with her palm, raised it high, rotated it in a circle, and then pierced Fan Junmao's heart with the sword, and slowly lifted it up in the air, "Is that enough? Don't you think so?" Do you know how many people like you I killed back then?"

Blood oozed from the corners of Fan Junmao's mouth, and his eyes were filled with only pleasure, "You haven't changed, you haven't changed. I know that it's been ten thousand years, and it's still the same. Even if it's ten thousand years later, you won't change." ...As long as you are willing to show this energy, everything in the world will be..."

The tall woman turned her head and glanced at the wall of Old Dragon City. After falling back to the ground from the sea of ​​clouds, the old sword was pulled out from Fan Junmao's heart and returned to her waist.

Fan Junmao fell into the sea of ​​clouds, covered her heart, and fainted, but the sea of ​​clouds began to pour into her crazily.

Over there in the hole in the wall of Old Dragon City, Chen Ping'an had woken up and then felt a little confused.

The old scholar has disappeared.

Then he saw the familiar figure slowly floating in front of him, hovering in the sky outside the hole in the city wall.

The young man, who was no longer the thin and cold boy in Mud Bottle Lane, asked softly: "Am I wrong?"

She shook her head.

The young man promised: "I will be more careful next time, for example, learn the deduction skills of the Yin Yang family. I thought I could solve it, but I didn't expect that the monk's realm was so high..."

She still shook her head.

The young man asked: "Aren't you disappointed in me?"

She shook her head again.

then.

Chen Ping'an smiled and narrowed his eyes.

The same goes for tall women.