Sword of Coming

In a thatched cottage with no plaques in the village school, middle-aged Confucian Qi Jingchun is sitting and playing music. It is not a well-known game that has been spread over 1000, nor is it a replay of the chess battle among national players.

He was about to drop a white piece on the chessboard and sighed. The Confucian suddenly began to be uncertain about the roots of a certain number of pieces. After he retracted his hand, the piece still hovered in the air, and there was still more than an inch of height from the chessboard.

Qi Jingchun is still sitting in a precarious position. As the contemporary Saint responsible for sitting here, one of the seventy two Confucian academies, and the former mountain master of Mountain Cliff Academy, Qi Jingchun is still a well-deserved contemporary scholar, even if he is relegated to this point.

For the ordinary 100 surnames in the small town, the grass and trees wilt and flourish every year, and the sixty years cycle is fleeting. The teacher Mister has changed several people. They are different in appearance and age. Only the unexplainable Scholar temperament is exactly the same. , Staid, harsh, reticent, in short, very boring and boring, and no one thought that the few rural school teachers who came and went were actually the same person. Not only that, but the vast Heaven and Earth outside of the town is very simple. Mr. Qi, once possessed a transcendent lofty status, is also a Supreme Divine Ability.

At the next moment, Qi Jingchun Primordial Spirit Leaving the Body travels far away, like the immortal with white clothed snow, instantly breaking free from the shackles in the cage, and heading for an alley in the small town.

Qi Jingchun came to the alleys in an instant. He first went to see the woman in a pool of blood, Cai Jinjian of Red-Clouds Mountain. The three immortal souls and seven mortal souls swayed and dissipated like candles in the wind.

After Qi Jingchun stayed for a while, he finally came to the two people.

The Old Dragon City Young City Lord with high crown and big sleeves leaned back a bit and was stunned. On his handsome face with jade skin, his expression was complex, intertwined with shock, doubt and despair.

The young man kept the sharp posture of leaping high and smashing forward, holding a piece of porcelain that was as sharp as a blade in his left hand. Even at this critical moment between life and death, the young man whose body is empty still has firm eyes and a face. Calmness is not like an ignorant boy born in a small alley and a small house and raised in the mountains.Probably the only thing left that fits the juvenile status is the helplessness hidden deep in the eyes.For this kind of helplessness, Scholar, who has walked out of his study and academy for many years, is no longer unfamiliar. It is like watching a farmer who depends on the sky for food, squatting on the dry and cracked barren ridge of the dry season, looking up at the scorching sun, but there will be no tears. Heart-cracked emotions, but only deep helplessness, and at a loss.

As the temporary owner of a side world, Qi Jingchun of course knows the whole sequence of events of Chen Ping's family of 3, and even goes back 100 years and 1000 years, even if he has not seen the ancestors of teenagers, he can roughly derive it. Evolved.The reason is very simple. Just like the magistrate of the county government, if you really want to see the inheritance of the 100 surnames under the rule, you only need to go to the household in charge of the household registration, check the files, and observe at a glance.

After more than 3000 years of reproduction and development, the town’s branches and leaves spread outside the town, intertwined, because each generation has several shocking and stunning characters. Although they can’t return home, they can feed back the family through secret channels. The most prosperous 4 surnames and ten tribes in the town.

Chen Ping’s family has the same long history. The ancestors were also very prosperous, but after two changes of having ups and downs, the Eastern Aquarius Continent, with countless kingdoms and dynasties, gradually declined. Give way to other surnames. Since 2 years, the river is going downhill. In the generation of the young father, the small town Chen Clan this lineage is almost a complete decline in the entire Eastern Aquarius Continent, not to mention the Great Li Dynasty territory where the town is located. As if they were officials ordered by the emperor to "cannot be official for generations," the family has no chance of resurrection.

After Qi Jingchun came here to preside over the operation of the large array, for more than 60 years, he has adhered to the "upright and gentle" four-character teacher motto, and will never change the fate of the town's 4 surnames based on personal likes and dislikes.Otherwise, in the eyes of this Scholar, who has also been jealous and hated, there is too much filth in the high-door households in the small town, and too much poverty in the small alleys. However, after Qi Jingchun watched with cold eyes, they also saw the surname mansion also have their helplessness. Xiaomenxiaohu also have their wickedness.Over time, Qi Jingchun, like the Divine Idol of aloof and remote, neither enjoys Burning Incense nor accepts favors, but sits with arms folded and is indifferent to the world.

Qi Jingchun was slightly surprised. He stepped forward and looked intently. Gentlely nodded. The imposing manner of the impoverished young man seems to be inevitable for this culling. If you don’t kill Fu Nanhua, you will never stop, but in fact, according to the current situation. In terms of posture, in the end, the boy just hit Fu Nanhua's neck with his wrist, which was much better than Cai Jinjian's end. Fu Nanhua should have been hit hard, and the whole person fell sideways to the wall, and then the boy was pinched by the neck with one hand and the abdomen with a piece of porcelain with the other hand.

Qi Jingchun is a little curious, why the young boy didn't kill the killer this time, a great opportunity, it will cause no end of trouble. Qi Jingchun is a mellow Confucian who abides by etiquette, but does not stick to dogma. It is not the kind of pedantic Confucian who only shakes his head and loses his mind.He is really familiar with Fu Nanhua and his ilk, no matter aptitude root bone or temperament, even in the alleys today, he is threatened by a teenager to temporarily give up revenge, but this will definitely be the only extraordinary shame and humiliation that youngster has ever seen in his life. It’s not an exaggeration to go online to Dao Heart. When the time comes, it’s not Fu Nanhua himself, but Old Dragon City that is the lord of the South China Sea.

The reason why Qi Jingchun came here to prevent the continuous murder of young people was selfish, but also for justice.Nowadays, the small town is like a piece of cracked porcelain, which will burst and explode sooner or later. Qi Jingchun must delay this unstoppable process and try to arrange a way out for as many people as possible. It is best to deliver it to the blacksmith safely and securely. In the hands of "Master Ruan", after the last sixty years cycle, everyone can barely rejoice. People on the mountain have opportunities, and people under the mountain are stable. You must know the consistency of the former overwhelming majority. Every time the road collapses, the old and the new alternate, and the chance is 4 cases, when the longevity is expected, what counts the life and death of a few 100 to 1000 mountain foot ants? !

The secular dynasty is ruthless. Compared with the selflessness of the Great Dao, which many cultivators admire, it is really not worth mentioning.

Qi Jingchun thought for a moment, then quietly disappeared.

Heaven and Earth works smoothly.

Before End Boundary, quietly broken.

The boy’s wrist "finally" hit Fu Nanhua’s neck heavily. The latter shook his head and slammed into the alley wall. He was confused by the huge strength. After landing, the boy swiftly approached and hit Fu with an elbow. Nanhua's abdomen.

Fu Nanhua did not stand up straight with his back against the wall. The boy's elbow hit him almost spit out bitter water, and his body bent instinctively.

The young man pinched Fu Nanhua's neck with one hand, and held the porcelain piece against the belly of the pampered young master with one hand.

It’s hard for Fu Nanhua to imagine why the five-finger strength of a thin boy who is a head shorter than himself is so great, especially the sharpness and coldness of the abdomen tiles, so that Old Dragon City Young City Lord once again feels the approach of death. It is the difference between Yin and Yang.

Of course, Fu Nanhua didn't know that a young child who needed to cover the mountains and plains to find herbs when he was young, because of an obsession that is stronger than his own survival, the infinite potential burst out is amazing.

When the teenager accidentally ate herbs and was in the alley, and the colic was rolling all over the floor, that kind of obsession could even make a child who should have been studying in the rural school, thinking about crawling and crawling home, Put the bamboo basket of life-saving herbs home.

After that, cutting wood and burning charcoal, burning porcelain, digging and tasting the soil, etc., there is nothing to do. There is no need to test the physical strength and endurance of the teenager.

Outside the town, Fu Nanhua can cast a little Immortal Family spells, he can crush 100 or 1000 teenagers, but he chose to live and die in the town. It is really good luck to the end and kicked the iron. board.

Fu Nanhua was hit by the pain and shame, and was dazzled with a grim expression on his face: "You killed me, you are dead end! If you don't kill me, you still cannot escape! Little bastard, you are dead!" "

Chen Ping raised his head slightly, staring at the man with a crazy expression, and said: "You know, I don't want to kill you, I'm lacking hatred and enmity with you, but you want to hurt me, so I will fight back."

Fu Nanhua said with a malicious smile: "little bastard, is also worthy of reasoning with Fu Nanhua?!"

He tried to emphasize his tone, "Are you worthy?!"

Chen Ping was silent for a moment and asked: "Are you must kill me?"

When Fu Nanhua saw the dark boy's eyes, he suddenly calmed down.

Fu Nanhua, whose neck was pinched, flushed, and soon turned blue and purple again. In fact, the strength of the young man's 5 fingers did not increase, but it was enough to suffocate a young man to death.

Fu Nanhua said hard: "I said I won't kill you, are you believing or not?"

He struggled violently.

But the boy added gravity almost at the same time, causing Fu Nanhua's five-finger slightly moving arm to droop.

Chen Ping shook the head.

Fu Nanhua became dizzy and dizzy. Although he couldn't wait to slap the bastard's head with a slap in his heart, he still tried to be as pleasant as possible, adding, "If I swear to the sky? People like us can't swear casually. "

Fu Nanhua played a trick. The Buddhist aspirations and swearing with the cultivator are indeed very binding, but it is obvious that Fu Nanhua only said half the truth. Even if he swears, he will only solemnly vowed. It's not a heavy heart oath that "no words are written, but it is tantamount to engraving on the heart wall of the pill room", so whether to follow it afterwards depends only on the mood.In addition, the cultivator's oath is not without a cracking method, and the price is only small.In general, the price is absolutely related to the level of the cultivator realm and the content of the pledge.

Unexpectedly, the straw-shoe youngster still shook his head.

Fu Nanhua, who is getting more and more difficult to breathe, has lost his bargaining Essence, Qi, and Spirit, and has a trance for no reason.

Are you going to die?

Exactly similar to that poor worm from Cai Jinjian, or died in the hands of a little bitch?

So when this bad news is passed back to Old Dragon City, will it become a joke in the whole city?

He didn't even have the opportunity to reach out to trigger the hidden mechanism of the jade belt around his waist. The white jade belt around his waist was actually a remnant spirit of the Earth Flood Dragon.

"Yes."

A heavenly voice sounded at two people's ears, which is equivalent to the sound of nature to Fu Nanhua, but he just fainted, not sure if it was his own hallucination.

Chen Ping turned his head in amazement.

As a result, I saw a sharp and illusory Mr. Qi.

The latter smiled silently.

Chen Ping's eyes returned to tenacious and did not move, right hand 5 fingers never let go.

Qi Jingchun didn't kindly be annoyed by the liver and lungs of a donkey, nor did he feel the joy of seeing a manufacturable material. He just moved towards straw-shoe youngster and waved his sleeve gently, as if he had "caught" an item into his hand.

The Confucian Saint stretched out his palms, and laughed blankly.

A mass of filth like ink.

It turned out that the mind that someone planted in the young man was so bleak and clear that it had already died out.

Looking up at the young Chen Ping again, Qi Jingchun felt a little regretful, and said with emotion: "No wonder Mister said that the person who has done things in the world is the second best, and the perseverance is the first thing. Chen Ping, you gave me again for Mister. A lesson. It’s a pity that I, Qi Jingchun, now have no chance to collect final disciple."