Sword of Coming

After entering the entry city, Chen Pingan took Pei Qian and Zhou Mili to travel together in no hurry. First, he twisted out a yellow paper yang energy lighting talisman from his sleeve. Chen Pingan has been paying attention to the burning speed of the talisman, counting silently in his heart, and waited until a lamp talisman burned out slowly, and then said to Pei Qian: "The degree of spiritual energy is no different from the sea outside the ferry, but the speed of the long river of time , seems to be a little slower than the outside world. Let's try not to delay here for too long, and leave here within a month."

Pei Qian nodded, understanding that the huge ferry city under his feet is probably a broken mountain and river secret realm similar to a small cave, but it was refined by an expert, just like Mrs. Qingzhong's Lupu puddle, which is already a small world .

Chen Pingan dispersed the residual energy of the previous sword art, and threw a stone to ask for directions. The sword air flow overflowed tens of feet, but Chen Pingan immediately gathered it, and did not allow the sword energy to continue to spread.

The aura in the sky and the earth in the city is thin, and it is not a suitable place for practicing Qi. Of course, the possibility of Wanyao Sect and Sanshan Fudi cannot be ruled out. Luck finally made a small world, like the sea returning to ruins.

Pei Qian looked at the flow of people on the street, raised his eyes a little higher, and looked farther, the pavilions and pavilions became clearer and clearer as they got further away.

In the end, Pei Qian's sight fell on a corridor of a high-rise building far away. There was a young woman with the appearance of a court lady standing on her heels in the moonlit night, her arms sticking out high, revealing a wrist like a white jade lotus root. A bamboo lantern, the palace maid suddenly looked back, her appearance was beautiful, she smiled at Pei Qian, Pei Qian was not surprised by this, but slightly shifted his sight, farther away, between two towering colorful buildings, There is a corridor bridge, like a colorful rainbow hanging in the corner of the sky. In the center of the corridor, there stands a silver-eyed boy with antlers, his hands and fingers are intertwined, crossed across his chest, and his big sleeves are dragging the ground, like a fairy. The so-called son of the emperor in the family book was looking at Pei Qian.

Pei Qian's eyes turned again, and there was a magnificent mansion built on a hill, with vermilion towers and blue tiles, and carved beams and jade buildings. Among them was a woman with a silk dress as lustrous as moonlight flowing water, wearing a golden crown on her head, leaning against the beauty, Applying rouge, lightly tapping her lips, she seemed to be frightened when she saw Pei Qian's sizing up, and the beauty immediately picked up a fan, but she was curious, so she just covered half of it with a delicate fan painted with dense flowers. Facing Pei Qian, she saw half of the woman's bright red lips and half of her snow-white face. She seemed to recognize that Pei Qian's appearance was not outstanding, so she raised her eyebrows lightly, but not frivolously, just slightly A little provocative.

Pei Qian immediately put away his gaze, rubbed his forehead, and only looked into the distance a few more times, feeling a little dazzled. Pei Qian refocused his eyes and picked out the closer scenery and pedestrians. , A group of cavalry patrolling the city appeared, the first cavalry, holding a long halberd on the horse, both men and mounts were wearing armor, and the generals were wearing iron armor, as fine as fish scales. The road was congested and overcrowded. Armored generals would occasionally lift their halberds and gently push away those passers-by who accidentally bumped into the cavalry.

Pei Qian first briefly explained what he saw with Chen Pingan, and then said softly: "Master, these people in the city are a bit similar to the so-called 'living gods' in an ancient book of the Yu family, and the 'half-dead people' like the fox beauty. , and the paper figurines in the White Paper Blessed Land, they are all different."

Talisman puppets, the most inferior, rely on the finishing touch of the fairy family with a little spiritual light in the guts of the talisman, as a support, to open up their minds and give birth to spiritual wisdom. In fact, they do not have a physical body and soul that really belong to them.

It was the first time Chen Pingan had heard of "Living Immortal". He was very curious and asked in his heart, "Living Immortal? What do you say?"

Pei Qian was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Master, because she mistakenly thought that Master was testing her own knowledge, and when she was sure that Master really didn't know this statement, she explained the records in that rare miscellaneous book. The most crucial sentence is that the soul of the living person is detained in the water prison of the reflection of the words, or in the mountain of prisons with overlapping peaks. But the book does not say how to crack it.

Chen Pingan nodded, that is a bit similar to Pu Yu's natal flying sword, which can be transformed from reality to reality, only in one thought? It's just that besides Cui Chan and Cui Dongshan, who in the world can manifest so many thoughts? And how to support the "self-talk" and "self-thinking" of so many residents in the city? Or is it that all the locals in Entry City have been used at the same time by means of the blank paper blessing? It's a pity that Cui Dongshan is not around, otherwise, it is estimated that this student will only feel like a fish in water when he arrives in this city?

Chen Ping traveled far away in his early years, whether he was walking with Lutai in Tongyezhou or meeting the black-clothed scholar in Guishen Valley, he hoped that the juniors in Luoluoshan in the future would not study much like himself and suffer too much. I hope that one day, when I go down the mountain to practice, relying on my own collection of books on the mountain, and my knowledge and knowledge, I will be able to take the lead in finding opportunities and avoid unnecessary accidents.

Looking at it now, it was Chen Ping'an's first disciple, Pei Qian, who did it first. But of course this is inseparable from Pei Qian's good memory and learning boxing too quickly.

It seems that on the road of life, there are many "thoughts" and "just discovered".

Pei Qian squatted down, Zhou Mili dug out the basket, the little girl in black went out this time, adhering to the principle of not revealing anything, she didn't bring the small golden pole, but a green bamboo stick.

Chen Pingan and Pei Qian kept the rice grains in the middle, and walked into the bustling streets of the city together. People on the road were chatting and chatting about family affairs. Two of them walked towards each other. Chen Pingan and the others stepped out of the way, and the two were arguing. The sentence Jiaguang opened to the golden scales of the sun, someone quoted the scriptures and said that it was Xiangyue who was right, the other person blushed, couldn't stop arguing, and suddenly handed out an old punch, knocking the people around him to the ground. After the fallen person got up, he was not angry, and turned to argue about the authenticity of the post after the rain.

Pei Qian said softly: "Master, everyone is speaking the elegant words of Zhongtu Shenzhou."

Chen Pingan nodded, "Look more and listen more."

The team of cavalry arrived on horseback, well-armed, as if overcoming thorns and thorns, the passers-by on the street avoided one after another, the leading cavalry raised the halberd slightly, but the tip of the halberd was still pointing to the ground, so it didn't look too condescending and domineering, The cavalry general said in a deep voice: "Who is coming, please report your name."

Chen Ping'an clasped his fists and said with a smile, "Cao Mo."

Pei Qian replied: "Zheng Qian."

Xiao Mi followed suit and said, "Zhou Dumb."

The cavalry general nodded and reminded: "No quarrels or fights are allowed in the city, no forced buying and selling is allowed, no self-importance is allowed, and there are no other taboos."

After some inquiries, there was no conflict. The cavalry turned their horses and continued to patrol the street. Went to a nearby bookstore, Chen Pingan found that most of the books sold were well-engraved local chronicles. After flipping through more than a dozen of them, they were all old books from the ancient dynasty of Haoran Tianxia. Territories, ceremonies, famous eunuchs, loyalty, literature, martial arts, etc., are listed by dynasties in great detail. Many local chronicles also include aristocratic families, workshops, water conservancy, righteous schools, tombs, etc. Chen Ping lightly stroked the paper with his fingers, and sighed, it’s fine to buy a book, because all books and paper are the manifestation of some kind of supernatural and Taoist law, not the substance, otherwise, as long as the price is fair, Chen Ping’s Ping An really doesn't mind searching for it and buying it to Luobashan to enrich the library.

Chen Ping kept taking books and putting them down again, but he couldn't find any government records about the Dali and Daduan dynasties in the bookstore.

People who only look but don't buy are definitely not the kind of customers that any store in the world would like. However, Chen Ping'an is already ready to be driven out, and he has to use this to roughly judge the age of the ferry.

The shopkeeper of the book shop is a gentle and refined old man, who is flipping through the books, but he doesn't mind Chen Ping's flipping through and picking up the damaged books. After about a stick of incense, the patient old man finally asked with a smile: "Guests, how come? Where are you from?"

As soon as Zhou Mili heard the question, she remembered the reminder from the good man Shanzhu earlier. The little girl immediately covered her mouth with her hands as if she was facing a big enemy.

Chen Pingan rubbed Xiaomi Li's head, and replied with a smile to the shopkeeper, "Come from outside the city."

"It's good to say where you came from." The old shopkeeper shook his head and muttered to himself, as if he was too disappointed with Chen Pingan's answer, so he stopped talking.

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Shopkeeper, how many places in the city are there to sell books?"

The old shopkeeper said helplessly: "How can I know that, the customers can tell jokes."

A thin literati in a Confucian shirt walked into the threshold of the bookstore with a big smile. He had a beautiful beard. He didn't even look at Chen Ping'an and his party. Standing upright must have been thousands of years ago, when the flood in the valley washed away all the sand and soil, leaving only the huge rock standing still, so it stood upright as a peak."

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, "Shen Xiao is good at studying knowledge, and his ideas are as wild as the sky, so there is no doubt that the answer is right."

The old shopkeeper immediately bent down to take out the pen and ink from the cabinet, and then took out a long and narrow note from the drawer, wrote these words, stroked the ink lightly, and finally turned around and took out a book, sandwiching the note in it.

The old shopkeeper closed the book on the counter and handed it to the old customer surnamed Shen. The latter put it in his sleeve, laughed and left, approaching the threshold, suddenly turned his head, stroked his beard and asked, "Do you know that the gap accumulation technique can Circle, Obstruction of Gesture, Void Energy Nasheng?"

Chen Ping smiled and shook his head: "I don't know."

In fact, Chen Pingan knew a little bit about it, otherwise he would not have borrowed those books from Liu Mao when he was in Huanghuaguan in Mirage City. It's just that in this entry city, I don't know why.

"Today's young people, what's going on, they just don't know what's going on."

The bearded scribe who was called "Shen Xiaokan" by the shopkeeper felt a little regretful, his expression was full of disappointment, he changed from stroking his beard to pulling his beard, as if he was in pain, shook his head and sighed, and left quickly.

Chen Ping left the bookstore with Pei Qian and Xiaomi Li.

Pei Qian said softly: "Master, that Master Shen, and the book presented by the shopkeeper seem to be... true."

Chen Pingan raised his finger to signal silence, not to talk about this matter.

Never thought that the beautiful bearded scholar had already turned around and walked over, still unwilling to give up, took out the book presented by the old shopkeeper, and asked again: "Young man, how many years has it been since Dayanli? If I know, I will write this The book is for you."

Chen Pingan smiled and took out a Xiaoshu coin from the things close at hand. It was a treasured item for a long time. He raised his right hand and spread his palm open.

That Shen Xiaokan's face changed slightly. Chen Pingan picked up Xiaoshu money with his left hand and was about to turn it over. As soon as the beautiful bearded scholar caught a glimpse of the word "Su" on the reverse side, he was very worried. He turned his head and waved his hands again and again: "The little thief is cunning!" , I'm afraid of you. Go, go, let's say goodbye, don't say goodbye."

Chen Ping put away the fairy money again, and Pei Qian blinked, "Master, is he really the one who likes to engrave 'I have been envoys here' everywhere?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It's just that I don't know why, but I stayed here. It's just that I thought this old master would become angry and hit me with that book."

Zhou Mili said with emotion: "It's really unpredictable, the world is dangerous."

Chen Ping patted Xiaomi Li's head, and said with a smile: "The officialdom is ups and downs, and the clouds are treacherous. It is indeed a sinister world."

There was a fortune-telling stall on the street. The old Taoist was skinny and skinny. He drew a semicircle with charcoal in front of the stall. It was shaped like a half-moon, just to enclose the stall. Many street children who knew the stall were chasing after him. Fighting, playing and fighting, the old Taoist stretched out his hand and slapped the stall heavily, cursing, and the children immediately dispersed. When the old Taoist saw Chen Pingan passing by, he immediately straightened a crooked flag next to him, on which was written "desire Take the formula of longevity and pass through this altar first", then suddenly opened his voice and shouted: "If you don't sell ten thousand taels of gold, I will give it to you on the street..."

I never thought that the three of them walked straight past the stall, ignored them, and turned a blind eye on purpose, and finally walked into a weapon shop next to the stall. Don't know the way."

Next to the fortune-telling stand, there is another stall with some old bottles and cans on the cotton cloth. A sick man dozed off with his head bowed down. He was not woken up by the loud noises made by the old neighbor. The man turned his head, and suddenly said "Stupid, the business is here, wake up", the man suddenly raised his head, and found that there was no one in front of the stall, so he continued to doze off. The old Taoist couldn't see the man's laziness, and sneered: "Brother Jing in the past, what a heroic spirit, but now he has become a package that can't make money even if he is cheated and swindled."

The man just closed his eyes and rested his mind. The old Taoist stood up from the bench and kicked down a nearby small gilt vat, the size of a palm. The old Taoist sneered: "You said it came from the palace, maybe there are some Idiots believe it a little bit, you say that this thing is the sea of ​​gates, you can raise dragons, who will believe it? Hey, hey, it’s also gilded, it’s not even gold, look, the sins and sins have faded.”

The man is also very good-tempered, but he just bent down silently, grabbed the small water tank that had been kicked and changed color, and rearranged it.

The old Taoist kicked over the small vat again.

The man arranged the object again, but put it on the corner of the cotton cloth farther away from the Taoist priest, and said sullenly: "The world only knows that the ancestor rides a green bull, who knows you? Anyone who knows you will not come here. You are different Drink the northwest wind here every day."

The old Taoist sat back on the bench and sighed deeply. In fact, many old neighbors in the city, similar to the old people who have aged, have gradually disappeared.

And their neighbors who set up a stall, no matter what, they can still stay here. One of them once rode a green bull and traveled around the world, hoping for a picture of the real ancestors of the Five Mountains. One used to ride a weak and lame old donkey, swaying around. On the back of the donkey, there was a bearded swordsman with a big bow on his back. The three-foot sword and the six-jun arc can both enter the water and kill dragons.

Chen Pingan entered the shop, picked up a scabbard, and pulled out the scabbard. The scabbard was narrow and extremely sharp, with the inscription "Little Eyebrow". Like water patterns, Chen Pingan shook his head, the knife is a good knife, and it is the only "real knife" in this shop, Chen Pingan just regrets that the words of the old Taoist priest and the man from Baozhai are blurred and can't be heard clearly . This world is too weird.

The owner of the shop was a burly man with a thick back and waist, and said with a smile: "He is obviously a man with a sword, but he wants to come to the shop to pick up a sword, it's outrageous."

An old man in a green shirt was begging, "My ancestor's copybook is really not for outsiders to see, please sell it to me."

The man glanced sideways at the old man, but he didn't even bother to talk to him.

There was a commotion on the street, Chen Ping put the knife back into its sheath, put it back where it was, and asked the shopkeeper, "How do you sell this knife?"

The man smiled and said, "If you want to buy a knife, you can. It's not expensive. You only need to exchange a bowl of Chuzhou sour plum soup, half a catty of Tongling white ginger, and some Tangshan's seasonal young lotus root."

Chen Ping asked with a smile: "Dare to ask these three things, where are they?"

The man replied: "Elsewhere in the city."

There was a noise in the street, and there was a burst of horseshoes. It was a cavalry soldier who had patrolled the city before, escorting a person to the outside of the weapons shop. He was a handsome scholar.

The scholar walked into the shop with a wooden box in his hand. He was obviously surprised when he saw Chen Ping'an and his party, but he didn't say anything. He put the wooden box on the counter. When he opened it, it happened to be a bowl of sour plum soup. A catty of white ginger and a few snow-white tender lotus roots.

When the man saw it, tears welled up in his eyes, without saying a word, he walked around the counter, said sorry to Chen Pingan, picked up the long knife named "Xiaomei", and threw it at the scholar.

The old man who had previously asked the shopkeeper for a copybook said sourly, "City Master Shao, you have come to us to search for land again, and wandering around the three cities casually, isn't this a little bit of selfishness?"

The scholar directly hung the knife on his waist, and then smiled with the old man: "Even if it is me, it is not easy to go in and out of the city."

The scholar surnamed Shao thought for a while, and said to the shopkeeper, "Please take out that blank post, and I will fill it up."

The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes, "Shao Baojuan, you should think about it carefully, and be careful to lose the hard-won position of city lord."

The scholar smiled and said nothing, and the man took out a copybook, which had no words, but was full of flamboyance, and there was only Jixi Palace treasure printed on the seal.

Chen Ping'an covered his sleeves with both hands, and stood aside to watch the fun.

Shao Baojuan, the city lord elsewhere.

Sour plum soup from Benmae Castle, Tongling white ginger and Tangshan tender lotus root.

This means that there are at least three cities above the ferry.

The scholar smiled and glanced at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan immediately smiled and nodded in apology, and turned around.

Shao Baojuan stretched out a finger, and wrote "writing" on the wordless sticker. The shopkeeper nodded with a smile, put away the flower-scented copybook, and then took out another copybook. Beg Bing to go." The man gave this copybook to the scholar and said, "Congratulations to Lord Shao, you have won another treasure."

Shao Baojuan handed the copybook to the old man, read a word "C" lightly, and the copybook was actually set on fire.

The old man was shocked at first, then ecstatic, and took the burning copybook of "True Fire Ruoxu" with both hands, as if he had finally fulfilled a wish. When the copybook was burned, he burst into tears on the spot, bowing to the young city lord.

The scholar only said that he has admired your ancestors for a long time, so he should do so.

The old man lowered his head and wiped his tears, then took out a small bag from his sleeve, embroidered with the word "Elu" and a length of fiber rope, which was badly worn.

The old man laughed softly and said, "This bag of snails just weighs five dendrobiums. With the addition of this fiber rope, Lord Shao will not need the embroidered shoe, so he can meet Mrs. Kongtong."

Shao Baojuan thanked him without pretending to be polite, and put the bag and rope straight into his sleeves.

The old man was overjoyed and left in a hurry.

The scholar glanced at Chen Ping'an and the others, then at Pei Qian's and Zhou Mili's walking sticks, and suddenly said, "Juluzhou, a city of murals, and a swaying river."

Chen Pingan thought for a while, "Switch on the electricity, Ghost Valley, Jixiao Mountain."

Shao Baojuan smiled knowingly, "It really is you."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "So it was you."

When Chen Pingan crossed the Yaoying River when he first visited Luzhou in Beiju, he pretended to be an idiot and declined a chance to be a fairy.

On the other side of the mural city behind her, the Goddess Hanging Inkstone is the best at fighting, and soon she took the initiative to identify herself with a foreign tourist. It was very late that Chen Pingan enshrined through Luopo Mountain. Du Wensi, a monk of the Pima Sect Yuanying, learned of a secret record file of the Pima Sect, and learned that the Thunder Pond on Jixiao Mountain in the Ghost God Valley was once a broken The Sword Washing Pond of Dou Shuyuan comes from one of the three divisions of the first mansion, the second academy and the third division of the Leibu Ministry in ancient times. Later, the master and servant who visited Muyi Mountain, the foreigner from Liuxiazhou, and the goddess who "switched on the electricity" with the ancient inkstone hanging from her waist, won the fairy fate together. In fact, before those two, Chen Pingan encountered the Thunder Pond of Jixiao Mountain first, but he couldn't move it away, so he only poached some "golden bamboo whips".

Shao Baojuan bid farewell and left.

Chen Ping nodded.

After leaving the shop, Chen Pingan found the old Taoist and asked loudly: "The young man, there are thousands of plum blossoms in his hometown, but is there any tree with flowers?"

Shao Baojuan glanced at the silent Chen Pingan, turned around and said with a smile, "It's not unusual for thousands of trees to bloom every year."

The old Taoist laughed loudly, stood up with a tiptoe, and lifted the small gold-plated water tank towards Shao Baojuan, the scholar took it in his hand, and the man squatting on the ground dozed off as if he didn't know, it didn't matter that his stall was missing a treasure.

Pei Qian was confused, and asked in a low voice: "Master, that old Taoist priest, is this asking you?"

How do you feel that the city lord Shao Baojuan came to this entry city to hunt for treasures everywhere?

Chen Pingan nodded, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Don't worry."

Pei Qian turned his head and found that Shao Baojuan had gone far away, standing beside an old woman selling cakes, neither buying cakes nor leaving, as if he was waiting for someone over there.

Soon, a monk carrying a burden appeared, quite vigorous, walking very fast, and said angrily: "I was born in a generation, I learned the majesty of the Buddha for thousands of kalpas, and I learned the fine practices of Buddhism for ten thousand kalpas, but I still can't become a Buddha. The devil dared to speak directly to people's hearts, saying that he could become a Buddha by seeing his nature. You should sweep his caves and destroy his species to repay the Buddha's kindness!"

Chen Ping stood still, with a serious expression on his face.

Passing by the old woman, the monk put down his burden, apparently planning to buy some cakes.

The old woman pointed to the burden placed on the ground by the monk, and was about to ask a question, when Shao Baojuan asked first, "What is this character?"

The monk was about to answer.

Seeing that Shao Baojuan wanted to speak again, Chen Ping frowned, and said to the scholar in a heartfelt voice: "This is a Buddhist official case, what are you doing?"

Shao Baojuan smiled slightly, turned his head, and seemed to be waiting for Chen Ping'an's words, and immediately asked in his heart: "What is the meaning of coming from the West? Is the Taoist worried?"

"oh?"

The old Taoist who set up the stall seemed to have heard the voices of both parties, and immediately got up, but only stared at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan smiled, and just looked at the scholar, "Every step of the way, everything is intertwined, it's really a good plan."