Sword of Coming

Chen Ping'an, who gained some insights after watching the waterfall, did not pull out the locust tree sword in the end and struck out the sword that Mr. Qi used to confront the pink-robed demon in the ancient temple.

Chen Ping'an said to himself: "What's going on? Why do you think that if you use the sword, it must be wrong? Could it be that practicing boxing and practicing swordsmanship are two completely different things. One can make up for one's weakness with diligence, while the other only talks about talent and qualifications. ?”

Chen Pingan didn't know at the moment that this was not because of his poor understanding, nor because he had no talent for practicing swordsmanship, but because the swords he saw, whether it was the people holding the swords or their swordsmanship and magical powers, for Chen Pingan of the Three Martial Arts Realm It's too high and too far.

But the problem is that Chen Pingan has very good eyesight and can see clearly many places that ordinary martial artists cannot see. This brings an invisible burden to Chen Pingan. Whenever he wants to hand out a sword, he is used to it. Chen Pingan, who pursues perfection, will feel that the sword in the sheath weighs thousands of pounds.

What Chen Pingan saw and heard along the way, whether it was entering the Snow Temple of the Land Sword Immortal in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the sword coming before anyone arrived, splitting the sky of the land of the ghost of the married woman with a sword, or the long sword of the Mohist hero Xu Ruo. After unsheathing a little, he relied on a mountain range obtained through visualization to resist the swords of Wei and Jin. Or in the end, Qi Jingchun casually slashed open the Hunyuan Golden Light Formation inherited from the Taoist tradition of Baidi City with a single stroke of his sword.

This is very different from Ning Yao's ancestral home in Muping Lane. She walked through the basic moves of Shanshan Boxing several times. Chen Pingan could barely keep up with Ning Yao's movements and even figured out some of the true meaning of the boxing. Because the old man surnamed Cui has already concluded after reading the boxing records that the boxing frame of Shanshanquan is actually very crude and not worth mentioning, so anyone can imitate it, just like Zhao Shuxia of Rouge County, peeking at Chen Pingan After walking, you can also temper your body and strengthen your body.

But the most valuable thing about Shanshanquan is the breath of "I am a martial artist", so Shanshanquan is easy to get started with, but it is difficult to master the boxing skills thoroughly.

How difficult is it?

Let's just say that the purpose of Shanshanquan is "Those who practice our boxing can face the enemy Taoist ancestors and can be defeated but cannot retreat." Cui Han's grandfather, a top martial artist who has returned to the top of the ten realms, did he ever punch Lu Chen when he met him? No, no matter what concerns and reasons the old man had, if we only look at the results, the old man still did not deliver that punch. From this, it can be seen that the essence of the boxing technique praised by Shanshanpu is difficult for future generations of boxing practitioners to fully master. It's no exaggeration to say that it's like reaching the sky.

The waterfall hits the pool, the water splashes everywhere, like millions of pearls shattering, and the mist rises.

"A-Liang, sword training is so difficult."

Chen Pingan was in a daze, scratched his head, took a sip of wine, and felt helpless. He stood on the railing of the water pavilion and looked around. In the end, his eyes were still focused on the waterfall. Although he no longer had the idea of ​​drawing a sword, he remembered the barefoot old man who helped him to overcome the three realms of physical fitness and mentioned the Yunzheng Daze style. He said that the first time this fist appeared in this world, it caused the rain curtain between heaven and earth to fall back to the sky.

Chen Ping'an was looking at the huge waterfall cascading down. He wanted to know if the old man of Zhulou punched him, would he be able to make the waterfall surge upwards and make the water recede?

Once he switched from the unfamiliar drawing of a sword to the all-too-familiar punching, Chen Pingan immediately gained confidence. This confidence came from hundreds of thousands of walking sticks and from not retreating from the enemy again and again.

Chen Ping'an looked at the spectacular waterfall and suddenly thought, if he punched with all his strength, could he punch through the curtain of water in one go? Is it possible that after punching through, there is still the slightest punch to hit the tough stone wall behind the waterfall? I wonder if martial arts warriors like Xu Yuanxia, ​​who have reached the Qi Refining Realm, can punch a hole in a stone wall with one punch?

Chen Ping'an was a little moved.

But Chen Pingan quickly jumped off the railing, sat on the bench of the waterside pavilion, and drank wine, just like a tourist in a mountain villa admiring the scenery.

Chen Ping'an looked towards the road. After a while, a group of people in bright clothes came slowly. Some were laughing loudly and heroic, some were gentle and graceful, and some were graceful and graceful with a smile like a flower. The first three people, in the middle is a handsome young man with a face like a crown of jade, with a jade pendant hanging on one side of his waist, and an unusual dagger hanging on the other side, the weapon is majestic. To his left is a man with a sword, looking forward to Zixiong. On the right is a young scholar wearing a kerchief and holding a folding fan.

Behind the three people, there were several women and girls, all of whom were extremely beautiful and elegant.

Further behind, there is a group of retinues, most of them are young and strong men with bright eyes and impressive aura. One of them is carrying a hard bow with horns on his back, which attracts the most attention.

An indescribable aura of rivers and lakes rushed towards the waterside pavilion.

The waterfall viewing path in Jianshui Villa is a dead end road that ends at this waterside pavilion. The people on the other side were crowded on the path, with almost no gaps. Chen Pingan had no choice but to stay at the waterside pavilion temporarily, thinking about waiting for them to enter the waterside pavilion. , look for another chance to leave. The three leaders and the women climbed up the steps one after another, while the subordinates each occupied a side and stood guard outside the waterside pavilion. Most of them only glanced at Chen Pingan, who was carrying the sword box inside the waterside pavilion, and stopped paying attention.

His temperament is more like that of the leader of a noble family. After seeing Chen Pingan, his eyes paused for a moment, as if waiting for Chen Pingan to speak. However, when Chen Pingan met his eyes, he seemed a little dull. The young master smiled slightly and nodded. I paid my respects, but actually I felt a little strange in my heart. Among the heroes from all walks of life who entered the villa, some of them didn’t recognize me?

Chen Pingan nodded in return.

When Chen Pingan was about to take advantage of the situation and walk out of the water pavilion, a young woman sitting next to Mr. Junyi looked at Chen Pingan and said softly: "Young master, if you are here to enjoy the scenery and are not fully satisfied, there is no need to leave."

Chen Ping'an was stunned because he couldn't understand the Mandarin of Shushui country that the woman spoke.

The woman understood the idea and immediately repeated it in the elegant language of Aquarius Island.

Only then did Chen Pingan understand.

A woman of about seventeen or eighteen years old, as tall as a man, with a face as cold as ice. Hanging from her waist is a long knife with an exquisite scabbard and wrapped in gold wire. However, the posture of holding the knife is very rare. It is hanging in reverse. This Exactly the same as that middle-aged man.

She glanced at the locust wood sword box behind Chen Pingan, and then at the "vermilion wine jug" that Chen Pingan wore on his waist. She didn't see her roots and level in the world, so the woman lost interest.

The man with the sword said openly: "Little brother, just sit here. It's time to drink and enjoy the scenery. Don't be restrained. If it's first come, first served, it's us who have disturbed the leisurely elegance of the little brother. Of course, if If you don’t like us talking and making noise later, little brother, it’s not too late to leave.”

Most people had no choice but to sit where they were, but Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said goodbye: "I have been here for half a day. I have seen the waterfall, and I have to go back the same way."

The man with the sword laughed heartily, and actually stood up and clasped his fists in greeting, "It's okay, it's okay, little brother, do what you want."

One of the youngest girls opened her eyes wide, feeling that this strange boy had such bad taste and arrogance. Did he really not know that the host in the water pavilion was Song Fengshan, the young owner of Jianshui Villa? The best little swordsman in the world of Shushui Kingdom. It is said that a princess of Shushui Kingdom was so admired that she almost eloped. Even if the guest does not recognize the owner, can he not recognize the big shot of Shushui Kingdom who dares to carry his sword backwards like this? ? The man who greeted each other with fists cupped, although he looked so approachable and looked nothing like a gangster, he was actually the current owner of Hengdao Villa, which is as famous as Jianshui Villa. He was the leading master of swordsmanship in Shushui Country. He was famous and had once made great achievements in the world. He was so famous in the arena of more than ten countries. Even the old swordsman Song Yushao personally praised this man's swordsmanship, which was just a little short of being able to reach the realm of superb martial arts.

The girl was secretly happy, thinking that this poor and sour young man must be a fledgling in the world, right? Could it be that he was a daring little thief who sneaked into Jianshui Villa, so he didn't dare to stay at all? Haha, that would be fun if that were the case.

Chen Ping'an walked out of the waterside pavilion and walked down the steps. Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind him, "Wait a moment."

Chen Pingan turned around and saw the young woman holding the sword in reverse. She walked to the top of the steps and looked down at herself, "Who do you study under? Is it the swordsmanship sect of Caiyi Kingdom or Guyu Kingdom?"

Although the woman's words were slightly overbearing, Chen Pingan turned around, shook his head, and tried his best to say some polite words that did not hurt his kindness, "I come from further north, and this time I came to Jianshui Villa with my friends. Listen, He said that Master Shaozhuang was elected as the leader of Shushui Kingdom's martial arts alliance, so I wanted to find an opportunity to congratulate him."

The handsome young man smiled slightly.

The young scholar waving the folding fan joked softly: "No one in the past recognized the gods."

The man with the sword looked at the woman's back and said with an angry smile: "You little martial arts idiot, don't be rude to the guests! As I told you before, when you leave your own village, you can't just find others to compete with others!"

The woman holding the sword pressed the handle with her palm, and the top of the scabbard was slightly raised, just pointing at Chen Pingan at the bottom of the steps. She turned a deaf ear to the man's words, stared at Chen Pingan, and asked: "Are you in the second or third level of martial arts?" Realm? How many years have you been practicing swordsmanship?"

Chen Ping'an frowned, cupped his hands and turned around to leave, not intending to pay attention to this young woman who came from a wealthy family in Shushui Country.

Chen Pingan is easy to talk to, but that doesn't mean he has no principles for anyone. On the contrary, Chen Pingan has never provoked strangers, but he is not afraid of them either.

Cai Jinjian, Fu Nanhua, the mountain-moving ape, the big snake from Qidun Mountain whose head exploded, the official guards on the Xiuhua River ferry, and of course the young Cui Shan who stayed under the ancient well of Huangting Kingdom and did not dare to show his face, and the man who was killed in the ancient temple not long ago. The female ghosts who strangled their necks and punched their souls to death have all learned this lesson.

The woman carrying the sword sneered and said softly, "This kind of trash has the nerve to walk around the world with a sword and dare to enter Jianshui Villa. I guess the person who taught you sword training only taught you to be timid and fearful, right?"

The man carrying the knife was helpless. His daughter's bad temper brought out from her mother's womb was really harmful.

But complaints are complaints. The man has always been proud of his only daughter's martial arts talent and made no secret of his expectations. He directly threatened that his daughter would never marry outside the family in the future, and Hengdao Villa would only marry into the family, because his daughter was destined to be Successor to the owner. The man with the sword was unwilling to bully others, so he stood up and tried to persuade his daughter not to provoke the foreign boy again. People who practice martial arts should put martial ethics first, and martial arts level second. But the man also knows that these old sayings in the world are not only difficult for his daughter to listen to, but also among the younger generation of geniuses in the world today, who is not listening in one ear and out the other, with a face full of impatience, and sneering at the elders behind their backs?

Isn't the most outstanding young master in Shushui Kingdom in the past ten years the young master sitting next to him? He reached the fourth level of martial arts at a young age and earned himself a reputation as a little swordsman early on. Every time before Song Fengshan drew his sword, whether he was challenged by someone or took the initiative to find someone to test the sword, he would burn incense, bathe and change into brand-new clothes that he had never worn before. After the sword was drawn, no one would be left alive under the sword.

But such a decisive swordsman genius is very likely to be the youngest Five Realm Grandmaster in the history of Shushui Kingdom.

The 30-year-old Grandmaster of the Fifth Realm, if he defeats the Green Bamboo Sword Immortal, Song Fengshan will be able to legitimately claim the title of "Sword Immortal". By then, his grandfather, the old sword master Song Yushao, should still be alive. Now Caiyi National Sword God He is already dead, and in the territory of more than ten countries, who else can compete with Jianshui Villa?

This is also the key to the Jianghu of Shushui Kingdom being willing to bow to a junior.

However, the old owner Song Yushao has rarely shown up for decades, which may mean that he feels disappointed with this newcomer and new atmosphere in the world.

According to legend, the relationship between the grandfather and grandson was not very good, especially the old sword master who did not like the granddaughter-in-law who had hidden needles in her clothes.

Hearing the strange words of the woman holding the knife in reverse, even Chen Ping'an, who had the temper of the Ni Bodhisattva, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the waterside pavilion.

He didn't know much about the so-called rules of the rivers and lakes, let alone the customs and customs of Shushui Country, but Chen Ping'an felt that there were some truths in the world that were universally applicable, and some things were even more clear-cut between right and wrong.

Fortunately, the man carrying the knife had already walked up to his daughter and lectured him with a straight face: "With such arrogance and arrogance, how dare you let me walk alone in the world? I'll postpone it for a year!"

The woman was furious, and her frosty expression became even colder. However, the person in front of her was her father after all, and the master who taught her martial arts sword skills. He was also her father and teacher, not to mention that in front of so many outsiders, she had been immersed in the affairs of the world since she was a child. The woman carrying the knife, no matter how unwilling she was, still snorted coldly, stopped hurting anyone, turned around and walked towards the bench of the waterside pavilion, sat down, turned to look at the waterfall, feeling upset.

The man apologized to Chen Ping'an and said, "Little brother, I, Wang Yiran, apologize to you on behalf of my daughter."

Chen Pingan nodded, turned around and moved forward. His impression of this young woman was extremely bad, because she reminded Chen Ping'an of Zhuhe and Zhulu father and daughter. It was also a scene like this. Their parents were obviously good people who were reasonable and forthright in treating others. Why did the daughter they taught her act like this? Arrogant ego?

How strange!

When Chen Pingan thought of Zhu Lu who assassinated him, he thought of the man behind the scenes, Li Baoping's second brother Li Baozhen. This was an unavoidable grudge, which made Chen Pingan couldn't help but sigh.

Chen Pingan left without saying anything. This detail immediately made the angry woman with the knife completely intolerable. She stood up suddenly and said sternly: "The owner of the dignified Hengdao Villa personally apologizes to you. You are such a piece of shit." Don’t you want to let go? I have nothing to teach my mother but my father!”

Chen Pingan turned around expressionlessly and tightened the string binding the sword box behind his back, "If you want to spar, then spar."

During the 700-mile journey from the ancient temple to Jianshui Villa, Chen Ping'an remained taciturn and was not in a good mood. Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng also saw the clues. The bearded man even restrained himself from drinking, and talked obscenely while drinking. I won’t talk about it anymore. So this time Chen Pingan said that he wanted to watch the waterfall scenery. In fact, the two people who were interested in it tacitly said that they did not want to move, just to let Chen Pingan relax alone.

The woman strode to the top of the steps and sneered: "Okay, I'm just waiting for your words!"

But what Chen Pingan said next made everyone inside and outside Shuixie look at him with admiration and became horrified, "Does verbal statements about life and death count?"

Wang Yiran, the master of swordsmanship in Shushui Kingdom, said in a deep voice: "Little brother, we can compete, no matter the outcome, I will not interfere, but I hope not to fight life or death, just stop there, how about it? "

The woman carrying the knife was about to speak out when Wang Yiran glared at her sharply. The woman, who had never seen such a stern side from her father, was so frightened that she never dared to say harsh words to that damn foreign boy again.

Wang Yiran stared at Chen Ping'an, "If I am willing to fight this fight because of a life and death agreement, I will not agree, but if it is just a discussion, even if the attack is a bit harsh, I am willing to let my daughter suffer this pain, and I hope she is best. If you can take this opportunity to know the depth of the river and the shallowness of the world, stop looking too high, learn some three-legged cat kung fu, and think that you are invincible!"

At the end of the sentence, the man turned his head and glanced at his daughter. In front of so many outsiders, these words were extremely serious.

He teaches his children in front of his face and his wife behind his back.

This is probably the old rule of the old world.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, "Then let's compare!"

Wang Yiran, who was standing next to his daughter, lowered his voice and said, "Coral, remember to be measured in your actions, keep a line in your behavior, and don't make your career path narrower and narrower."

Obviously, Wang Yiran is still more optimistic about his daughter. But as a parent, I still have to say the truth.

The woman carrying the knife looked at the young man on the path outside the waterside pavilion and twitched her lips, "Dad, I know what's going on."

She held the handle of the knife, smiled slightly, tiptoed, and leaped high towards the young swordsman who didn't know the heights of the sky.

The moment the famous sword in the woman's hand was unsheathed.

There was a dull vibration on the path over there, and the figure in the corner of everyone's eyes suddenly disappeared. The next moment, the boy holding the box came to the woman holding the knife, punched her in the forehead, and used the momentum to rebound and float back to the place. , put away her boxing frame and stood calmly, while the woman was like a kite with its string cut off. She was punched in the air and flew directly over the top of the water pavilion. Finally, she fell into the pool under the waterfall, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

Discuss both sides.

The thunder was loud and the raindrops were as small as...nothing.

There was no thunder at all on one side, but it was a heavy rain that covered the head and face.

Chen Pingan turned around and left, took off the sword gourd, raised it high and took a sip of wine, leaving everyone in Shuixie with their backs.

It turns out that the Clay Bodhisattva also has fire energy.