Sword of Coming

After the last fight, Cao Ci said goodbye to his master and left. The master and apprentice should have left the Sword Qi Great Wall and returned to Daduan, Middle-earth.

Before leaving, Cao Ci said to Chen Pingan: "Chen Pingan, can you help me take care of the small hut before you return to Daoxuan Mountain?"

Chen Pingan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "No problem."

This is Cao Ci's unique kindness.

The young man in white and the female Martial God walked farther and farther on the horse track.

The old swordsman reminded Chen Pingan: "I am going to withdraw from Xiaotiandi."

Chen Pingan nodded, indicating that he was fine.

The old swordsman casually removed the restriction on that side of the world, and the sword energy suddenly surged forward. Chen Ping'an's soul was shaken and he was seriously injured. He could only use the sword furnace to stand up against it.

An hour later, Chen Ping'an was able to move around. She and Ning Yao came to the city wall facing the south. She asked, "Are you okay?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "This injury is nothing."

Ning Yao frowned and pointed to his heart, "I mean here."

Following the girl's green and slender fingers, Chen Pingan's eyes did not shift for a long time.

As a result, Ning Yao slapped Chen Pingan on the head.

Chen Pingan scratched his head and quickly made amends, "I feel even better in my heart."

A man's head and a woman's waist cannot be patted or touched.

But Chen Ping'an wouldn't dare to say such things.

Ning Yao leaned against the city wall and asked worriedly: "Is everything okay?"

In one day, Chen Ping'an lost three times and couldn't lose anymore.

The first time was when Chen Pingan and Cao Ci competed in boxing and martial arts. If there was a tacit understanding between the two parties, they were very pure. However, Chen Pingan's punches seemed to be slower than Cao Ci's every time.

It's not that Chen Ping'an's boxing skills are not good, on the contrary, when the old man surnamed Cui taught him the Shenren Drum Style, Yunzheng Daze Style and other boxing moves, the female martial arts gods watching the fight nodded several times.

On the other hand, Cao Ci seemed too relaxed and leisurely, strolling in the courtyard, anticipating the enemy's opportunities, and Chen Ping'an's fists and kicks seemed to be just where he wanted to be.

Chen Pingan had never hit Cao Ci, not even a single punch.

When both Lao Jianxian and Ning Yao felt that one fight was enough, this time it was the female Martial God's turn to suggest another fight with a smile, and asked Chen Ping'an to let go of his hands and feet and not be restricted to boxing techniques.

In the second game, Chen Pingan used the flying swords No. 1 and No. 15 to help out, and even used several kinds of talismans.

But compared to Cao Ci's movement, it is still a little slower, no more, no less, still a slight difference.

This time, even Ning Yao felt helpless for Chen Pingan.

Just like playing chess, it is not surprising that a strong ninth-level player will win against a weak ninth-level player. However, if this strong ninth-level chess player wins half the time, it probably means that the gap in chess strength between the two is not as big as usual.

The last fight was brought up by Chen Pingan himself, and Cao Ci nodded in agreement.

In the third game, Chen Pingan began to change.

It became less like competing with Cao Ci, and more like competing with myself, constantly forcibly changing the number of predetermined punches. Just imagine, whether it is the drum beating style of the god or the cavalry chisling formation, they are all trained by the old man surnamed Cui. Chen Ping'an's behavior, which has been repeated thousands of times, seems a bit self-defeating.

So Cao Ci's punches were no longer just one step faster than Chen Pingan's. Many times, Cao Ci destroyed Chen Pingan's punch at the beginning of Chen Pingan's punch, or in the middle of the fight. The losses were even worse than the previous two games.

But the three people present, even Ning Yao who was not a martial artist, finally saw that Chen Pingan's temporary change of formation was in the right direction.

The most important gap lies in the foundation of the four realms.

After the third game, Cao Ci gave Chen Ping'an a thumbs-up and only said four words, "Keep up the good work."

If it weren't for Cao Ci or Chen Pingan, everyone would probably think that Cao Ci was provoking, showing off his power, or looking down on the loser.

However, Cao Ci's calmness and Chen Pingan's peace of mind cannot change the fact.

Also a warrior in the Four Realms, Chen Ping'an is now a veritable defeated general under Cao Ci.

That's why Ning Yao, who has a "clear heart and sharp edge", asked this question. She was worried that Chen Ping'an would lose the fourth game.

An invisible battle of states of mind.

Once the martial arts state of mind is crushed and shattered by Cao Ci, I am afraid that it will be difficult for Chen Pingan to reach the seventh realm in this life, let alone the end of martial arts.

Fortunately, Chen Pingan said it was okay.

Ning Yao believed him.

Chen Ping'an was not afraid of death. She knew that when she was in Lizhu Cave. She almost died at the hands of the mountain-moving ape, and almost exchanged lives with Ma Kuxuan for her.

But not being afraid of death does not mean that you are not afraid of losing.

When he was very poor, he was not afraid of wearing shoes when he was barefoot, but when Ning Yao saw a table full of treasures at the Stork Inn in Daixuanshan, he realized that Chen Pingan was already quite rich, especially with promising martial arts skills.

So Ning Yao was worried that Chen Ping'an would get into trouble.

Fortunately not.

The two sat together on the south-facing city wall, side by side.

Ning Yao stacked two swords, a new one and an old one, on his knees, while Chen Pingan still carried the sword case with only a locust wood sword left on his back.

She actually thought that the name of the sword Jiang Yao was quite tacky, but when she thought about Chen Ping'an carrying a demon slayer on his back, she didn't care about it.

Chen Pingan put his fists on his knees and leaned forward. Thousands of miles away, there was the station of countless monster armies, swarming with ants. He heard Ning Yao say that every time the monster army attacks the Great Wall of Sword Qi, this canyon will be filled with dense ants. The demon clan, however, will also have dense flying swords on their heads.

When Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao are together, they always talk about whatever comes to mind.

From the old swordsman Grandpa Chen, to Cao Ci and the female Martial God, and the Daduan Dynasty of the Middle-earth Divine Continent where they live, to the Great Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain who owns one of the four great immortal swords, when talking about immortal swords, it is natural to be involved. Dao Lao'er, who is known as the truly invincible, is known as "Dao Lao'er is one foot higher than the world" because of his fairy sword, and then there is the hanging mountain under Dao Lao'er, and finally returns to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and Chen Ping'an's boxing skills.

We walked around and talked as much as we wanted.

Chen Ping'an has never sat in a place with such a wide view, especially in terms of mood.

It was like being face to face with the whole world.

Chen Pingan couldn't help but said: "I first practiced boxing to survive. When I didn't have to worry about my life span, I started to think about why I practiced boxing. For the first time, I felt that my punches must be faster, faster than anyone else. Later I I feel that my punch may not be the strongest, but it must be the most reasonable, so I read books, ask people for advice, learn how to behave, and let people around me tell me when I do something wrong. .”

Chen Pingan took off the wine gourd, took a sip of wine, and said with some helplessness: "When I reason with people, in the final analysis, it is to make the other person reason with me. It's not because I think my reason must be right. It's a pity that this When I walked down the road, many people didn’t even want to talk about the truth.”

"Official uniforms, surnames, money in pockets, and cultivation levels in several realms. They are probably very worry-free and effortless. They think these are enough to explain the truth clearly."

Chen Ping'an suddenly thought of Jianxiu Zuo, the man with superb swordsmanship and invincibility in the world.

It seems that Mr. Qi's senior fellow swordsman is also very unreasonable.

But there is a world of difference between the two. One is actively doing evil, and the other is that I will not offend others unless they offend me. If someone offends me, then he is unlucky.

So he chose to stay away from the world.

And he said something, which roughly meant that all people who practice Taoism are no longer... human beings, they are aliens.

Apart from the literal meaning, Chen Ping'an didn't understand the deeper meaning, but felt that it was a very heavy sentence.

Chen Pingan turned to Ning Yao and smiled: "Of course, if my boxing skills and future sword skills can be the fastest and faster! That would be the best!

After Chen Ping'an handed the sword-raising gourd to Ning Yao, he stood up and began to punch slowly, matching the eighteen stops taught by A Liang.

A Liang once said that his eighteen stops were different.

Ning Yao frowned and said: "Chen Pingan, you have to practice so many punches every day, and you still have to think about so many messy things?!"

"Just think about it."

Chen Ping'an was smiling all over his face, punching freely and slowly, but not lazily, but naturally.

Ning Yao turned to look at Chen Ping'an, who was wearing a boxing bag with true meaning like flowing water, and asked: "Have you ever thought that if you think so much, it will slow down your martial arts practice? That Cao Ci will definitely not think so much. .”

Chen Pingan kept practicing boxing and said with a smile: "He is a genius, and he must be the most amazing kind of genius. I am not. I have to think more and do more at every step. I am an ordinary man, don't you think so of me?" I have muddy legs, so I have to do "good" at every step first, and then I can be right, very right, and most right. I can't be in a hurry. In the past, when I was drawing blanks and firing porcelain, I would sit for an entire afternoon, and I could only Only by making no mistakes can good embryos emerge, it’s a very simple truth.”

Chen Ping'an added habitually, "right?"

Ning Yao asked: "Simple?"

Chen Ping'an was a little puzzled, "Isn't it simple?"

Ning Yao took a sip of the wine from Yangjian Gourd and answered the question, "Simple is fine."

Chen Ping'an's punches no longer follow the Shanshan Boxing manual or the boxing style taught by the old man surnamed Cui, but he improvises and follows the punches without any worries.

A pause, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Chen Pingan was completely immersed in it.

My destiny is broken, my bridge of immortality is broken.

I once practiced boxing just to risk my life, and then I finally came here and found you.

I, Chen Pingan, feel that I am great!

Chen Ping'an punched faster and faster, so that the breeze blew between his sleeves and made a hunting sound.

Sitting on the golden arch bridge in the sea of ​​clouds, the fairy sister said that I must not let down Mr. Qi's hope, because she first chose me because she chose to believe in Mr. Qi and was willing to bet with him. That one in ten thousand hope.

It is enough to have this oneness and I am this oneness!

On top of the city, Chen Ping'an's boxing suddenly changed from fast to slow, without any surprise.

Moving his steps laterally, he kept punching the wild world. In an instant, he went from the slowest to the fastest, roaring into the wind.

The old man surnamed Cui once said boldly that he would teach the martial arts in the world to feel that the sky is above them when they see me punch!

Chen Pingan seemed to be answering a question in his mind. While punching, he laughed loudly and said: "Okay!"

Ning Yao opened his mouth slightly.

Is this still Chen Pingan?

Ning Yao was a little sentimental for the first time. After taking a sip of the wine that was full of melancholy, he stretched out a palm and complained: "Chen Pingan, I can't hit you with one hand now."

Chen Pingan stopped punching, squatted down, and said with a smile: "If you hit me, I won't fight back."

Ning Yao rolled his eyes and said, "Are you still a man? If this spreads out, no matter in the Great Wall of Sword Qi or in the vast world, people will laugh to death."

Chen Pingan's eyes were firm, "If you are bullied one day, no matter what level of martial arts I am at that time, my punch will be the fastest!"

Ning Yao pointed to the south of the city, "Aren't you afraid of the monster at the top of the Thirteenth Realm?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Ning Yao pointed behind him, "Aren't you afraid of all the Confucian Temple saints in the world?"

Chen Pingan still nodded.

Ning Yao pointed to the top of his head, "Are you not afraid of Taoist or Buddha?"

After Chen Pingan nodded, he said softly: "Ning Yao, don't die on the battlefield."

Ning Yao turned his head and no longer looked at Chen Pingan. He embraced the sword gourd and looked at the ten thousand-year battlefield at his feet. He nodded with firm eyes, "I can't guarantee that I will not die, but I will definitely try to live."

Ning Yao suddenly laughed, "Chen Ping'an, then you should quickly become the best swordsman in the world!"

Chen Pingan scratched his head and said: "I can't guarantee it, but I will try my best!"

Chen Pingan came to sit next to Ning Yao.

Shoulders to shoulders.

Ning Yao was a little shy, so she bumped lightly, as if she wanted to knock him away. Chen Pingan leaned back again and again.

Chen Ping'an's shoulders were shaking like this.

In the end, the two of them looked south quietly.

Carrying the hopes of Mr. Qi and the fairy sister on one shoulder.

Carrying the expectations of the beloved girl on one shoulder.

Although it is not the willows lingering and the grass growing and the orioles flying, it is not the spring sunshine and the green mountains and green waters.

But Chen Pingan felt that this was very good and couldn't be better.

Master Pei Bei and Cao Ci walked slowly on the top of the city. Cao Ci looked back at the direction of the hut and said seriously: "Although his third level background is still far behind mine before. But I think Chen Ping'an , he hopes to follow me."

Valkyrie smiled and said: "This is a very high praise."

Cao Ci asked: "Master, what do you think?"

She shook her head gently, "What I think is meaningless. It all depends on how you and Chen Ping'an go in the future, how fast they rise to the next level, how strong their foundation is at each level, and ultimately the level of martial arts. Of course, who can live longer? , crucial.”

Cao Ci nodded and asked, "Master, if there is no big accident, how long can you probably live?"

Regarding this important matter of life and death, she spoke calmly, "Ordinary ten-level warriors can live to be about three hundred years old if they consume as little as possible their own energy and avoid life-and-death battles that are difficult to eradicate. I can probably live two hundred years longer. But more In the next two hundred years, we can do more things."

Cao Ci sighed: "In the end, Qi practitioners live longer."

Pei Bei was noncommittal and asked, "Do you have any other thoughts about Chen Ping'an?"

Cao Ci shook his head, "No more."

Pei Bei warned: "Before reaching the Seventh Realm, you can leave the Daduan Dynasty, but you are absolutely not allowed to go to other continents."

"got it."

Cao Ci still didn't care. With his martial arts, the only real opponent was himself.

The tall Valkyrie from the Middle Earth Divine Continent couldn't help laughing, and reached out to rub Cao Ci's head.

Cao Ci said helplessly: "Master, don't always treat me like a child."

Before Pei Bei walked down the city, she glanced back at the hut. She quickly looked away and smiled.

It would be very sad to think about a pure warrior who lived in the same era as Cao Ci.

Those who respect and admire him can only look up at him forever.

Those who envy and envy him are beyond his reach. Those who hate him are heart-wrenching.

Pei Bei is looking forward to his disciple's final peak.

After all, Wu has no second place!

Chen Ping'an had been at the top of the city for nearly ten days. Ning Yao came and went this day, saying that an important guest came to the house and she needed to show up.

Chen Ping'an continued walking along the city wall. After walking for more than ten miles, he found a little girl wearing a loose black robe standing in front of him, with playful braids. She seemed to be taking a nap? She was swaying, as if she was about to fall off the top of the city in the next moment. Chen Pingan was frightened when he saw her, and he couldn't help but help the reckless little girl. Only two long trips made Chen Pingan mature a lot. In Caiyi Country, in Daoxuan Mountain, and in this Sword Qi Great Wall, the three are worlds apart.

So Chen Ping'an just said hello, pretending to be asking, and using the Jianqi Great Wall dialect that Ning Yao taught him, he spoke lamely and asked: "Do you know who the old man in the hut is?"

The little girl ignored Chen Ping'an and continued to swing on the top of the city.

Chen Pingan stopped at a distance that he thought was reasonable and took a look at her. There were snot bubbles hanging on her young face, so she was sleeping.

What a big heart.

Chen Pingan felt that he was probably a genius swordsman.

In an instant, an unsteady girl with braid fell straight down towards the city.

Chen Pingan subconsciously took one step forward and grabbed the little girl's ankle.

But a palm pressed down on Chen Pingan's shoulder, preventing him from moving. He turned around and saw a kind-hearted white-haired old man standing on his left. He was slender and had a white jade hairpin in his bun. The old man smiled at Chen Pingan and said: " Little guy, your accent sounds like a foreigner, right? Kindness is a good thing, but in the Sword Qi Great Wall, you must remember one thing: don’t cause trouble for others, let alone yourself.”

The old man pointed in the direction where the little girl "fell off the cliff", "Master Yin Guan, you don't need to save her. She is the sword cultivator who has killed the most demons in the Five Realms in the past thousand years on our Sword Qi Great Wall. To When it comes to the people the demon clan hates the most, Yin Guan-sama can definitely be ranked among the top three. If you touch a piece of her clothes, you will probably die, unless the boss swordsman is willing to fight with Yin Guan-sama."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists in thanks.

The old man smiled and said: "My surname is Qi. If you don't mind, you can call me Grandpa Qi or Senior Qi. There is something strange in the south today. I happened to be patrolling the city with my friends. I guess Master Yinguan is also interested. I wish the other side would launch an offensive."

The old man remembered something and suddenly added: "It's better not to call me Grandpa Qi, just Senior Qi, otherwise it will feel like you are taking advantage of the boss Sword Immortal, which is unacceptable."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a dull sound under the city wall under the two people's feet.

It was probably the shock caused by the braided Yin Guan-sama falling to the ground.

The old man reminded with a smile: "Although the boss Sword Immortal is helping to keep an eye on it, and Lord Yin Guan is also there, you still have to be careful. The war is unpredictable, and the demon clan may not know when it will launch the next round of offensive. Okay, Just keep busy."

The old man stepped out and appeared on the top of the city more than ten feet away. With just a flicker of water, the old man's figure disappeared in an instant.

Chen Ping'an jumped off the city wall and turned back to the hut.

The old man's surname is Qi.

Yin Guan, who killed countless demon clans in the fifth realm.

Chen Pingan heard bursts of unspeakable sounds on the southern land. It was not the uncomfortable kind that pierced the eardrums, but the kind that was quiet but disgusting. Chen Pingan hurriedly walked to the wall and looked up.

Then in the endless canyon outside the city, something appeared... In Chen Pingan's view, standing on the top of the city and looking at that thing was like a person looking down at an earthworm in the mud not far away.

Chen Ping'an could completely imagine that the true size of that earthworm must be extremely terrifying.

Then Chen Ping'an saw at the top of the city, in the direction in which the Yinguan Lord fell, a huge ball of snow-white light exploded, rolling towards the big demon like a bead.

After that, dust flew up and down in the canyon.

After about a stick of incense, the "little girl" in black robe with braids returned to the top of the city. Not far from Chen Pingan, she stood on the top of the city, opened her mouth wide, stretched out her two fingers and shook a tooth. , in the end it seemed that she was reluctant to pull it off, and just spat out a mouthful of blood on the horse walking path. She was a little angry and walked struttingly on the top of the city. The horse walking path at the top of the city was shaken by her step.

The old swordsman who was guarding the city at the top of the city came to Chen Pingan unknowingly and explained with a smile: "For her, if she doesn't kill the opponent, she loses, so she is quite annoyed. No one should care about her at this time." , otherwise it will be very troublesome. In the past, A Liang was willing to nag her, and liked to add fuel to the fire and add insult to injury, but he could withstand her beating. Now that A Liang has left the Great Wall of Sword Qi, she must be a bit bored. In fact, the other side The unlucky big demon just came to show his face symbolically."

The old swordsman walked towards the hut with Chen Ping'an, and suddenly said: "For some reasons, you are an exception, so I will chat with you more."

Chen Pingan nodded and said nothing.

As night fell that day, Chen Ping'an left the small hut built by Cao Ci and sat on the northern city wall to drink, looking at the bright lights of the huge city.

Looking in the direction of Ning Yao's house.

As a result, someone tapped him on his left shoulder, and when he looked to his left, Ning Yao was already sitting on his right.

This time she walked to the top of the city, brought some food, and placed it at the hut. She also brought a jar of wine over. Chen Pingan handed it over to the sword-raising gourd, and Ning Yao helped pour the wine into the sword-raising gourd.

After the wine jar was empty, Ning Yao threw it outside the city. There was no sound when it fell to the ground. After all, the small wine jar was not the Yin Guan from before.

Ning Yao took a sip of wine and began to be in a daze.

Chen Ping'an stayed with her in a daze.

Ning Yao said softly: "Whether it is reasonable or not has nothing to do with whether a person lives well or not."

Ning Yao stretched out his arm and pointed to the city, "Over there, some people are too qualified, so as long as he kills innocent people indiscriminately within the rules, no one can do anything to him. On the battlefield south of the city, such people are still He is a resounding hero, with his sword soaring into the sky, and cutting through the monster army with his invincible appearance. Even those who hate him have to admit that it would be very different with or without him."

Ning Yao shook the jug, "I have traveled to many places in the world and met all kinds of people. Some people just got a good pregnancy and lived a lifetime of prosperity, wealth, and food and clothing. They just complained that life was boring and complained about themselves every day. too bitter."

She returned the sword-raising gourd to Chen Ping'an and asked: "It's a waste of time, isn't it?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, "It's okay. Everyone has their own reasons for how other people live. If it doesn't suit us, it's not necessarily wrong. As long as you don't like to be reasonable, you will definitely live a bad life. I think it's okay. .”

Ning Yao said angrily: "Unfortunately, my life will not be very good."

"ah?"

Chen Pingan began to think carefully about this issue.

Ning Yao turned his head, looked at Chen Ping'an who was thinking carefully, and couldn't help but laugh: "I just made nonsense, are you really falling into it?"

Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine and asked, "Are you worried?"

Ning Yao nodded, "Someone wanted to buy my dragon-slaying platform, but I didn't want to sell it, so they paid a sky-high price. They talked about principles, justice, worldly friendship, and everything else, which made me a little annoyed."

Chen Ping'an didn't say any words of comfort, but gently held one of Ning Yao's hands.

Ning Yao laughed for no reason, "But as long as I think of the miserable days when you were a child, hungry, crying secretly in Mud Bottle Alley with snot and tears, I feel that these are nothing."

Chen Pingan looked into the distance with a smile. The breeze blew on his face. It no longer scratched his bones and heart like it did at first. It was just like the breeze in the mountains and forests of his hometown. He said softly: "That's it."

There was no words for the whole night, and finally Ning Yao leaned on Chen Ping'an's shoulder and slept soundly until dawn.

Chen Pingan remained motionless and kept vigil quietly.

He once saw a very touching poem.

It was carved on a clay statue in the Immortal Tomb in my hometown. I don’t know who carved it.

Chen Pingan hopes that anyone can do it, as long as he is not Ma Kuxuan from Xinghua Lane.

"Since childhood, I have been alone, caring for the stars of the ages."