Sword of Coming

Night sailing on the sea, wandering duckweeds, and a life of clouds and water.

Looking through his memories like flipping through a book to search for historical materials, Chen Pingan opened some memories of the summer palace, but soon closed the book again and looked down at a Lingxi City with a pure Tao Qi.

Although Lingxi City is one of the four middle cities, it occupies a relatively small area. However, the palaces, pavilions, pavilions, waterside pavilions, and neighborhood gardens in the city are all exquisite. The previous city lord had very little control over the territory under his jurisdiction. He only had to follow a few bottom-line rules for night sailing, and the "natives" of Lingxi City no longer had any additional laws to abide by. Lingxi City and Toutiao City happened to both have the surname Li, but the scenery and customs in the city were two extremes. The newly appointed female city lord disembarked from the ship, followed only by the silver-eyed young man with antlers.

Before taking a boat to Fuyao Island, Chen Ping'an had already met some of the people in charge of the city's affairs. After all, he is in charge of Lingxi City. This move is part of the purpose of the title and cannot be avoided.

When they met, Chen Ping'an felt that these literati who were well-read in poetry and well-spoken in conversation were too elegant, while they felt that this disciple of the literary sage with the title of a hidden official was too vulgar.

Although they are not disgusted with each other, the atmosphere is not harmonious after all, and the so-called "one person bows his head and greets the other person with his shoes" in the script and play is absolutely impossible.

At that time, Chen Ping'an spoke relatively little, but he was Xiaomo who had been reading the books of sages when he arrived at Luopo Mountain. Accompanying those romantic figures who talked endlessly about literature and poetry, they talked about the disputes between Tao and power, the world's orthodoxy and the The ups and downs of political dynasties in the past refer to the "teachers and friends" that Yasheng has always emphasized. How should a true Confucian scholar get along with a righteous king and treat him as a friend, but the king must serve as a teacher. Xiao Mo also asked them why Master Dong, as the leader of the Confucian Temple, only respected Confucianism and insisted on deposing hundreds of schools of thought, but he used a heavenly word to suppress the emperor and the king? Why does Han Fuzi, the deputy leader of the Confucian Temple, say that the king of a country only needs to rule with an arch? Finally, Xiao Mo asked them again, what did Master Bai Yujinglu say when he said, "Taoism will tear the world apart" like a prophecy, and what did he mean?

Afterwards, Xiao Mo was still a little worried whether he would be too open-minded and cause the young master to have a bad impression with them. After all, Chief Zhou once said that in today's world, when chatting with scholars who have no official status, one must be more careful and more careful, and the manuscript should be prepared again and again, otherwise one or two sentences that are not said correctly will easily be resented. However, Chen Pingan smiled and said it was okay. We would not stay in Lingxi City for a long time. We are full of copper stench and we dare not do any business involving money here. Since it is useless, we should treat these elegant people who are good at conversation with the due etiquette. , just keep a respectful distance.

Liu Xianyang and the others returned to the Hongqiao Corridor hanging in the sky and said with a smile, "It's really a great experience. It's the first time outside the book that I saw so many living gods who are burdened by fame. Gouzi is well-informed and has solid knowledge. She could tell at a glance that they were dabblers who were dragged back into the book and imprisoned in the text. It is said that this magical power was first developed by Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou."

"Gouzi also said that in ancient times, both Taoist priests and scholars were very ambitious in learning. Every word and line was like a yellow bell and a big Lu, unlike now, eggplants beaten by frost are like autumn insects. , exuding a sour smell of a small family. Tens of thousands of years ago, the sages and scholars studied heaven and man and created words. Mr. Sanshan and the Nine Lords looked at all the images. It seemed that there was a wild monster who specialized in studying the world. All the tunes. It seems to be the great monster of the Fourteenth Realm who later changed his name to Lu Fayan in the wild world. Unfortunately, he was eaten?"

"Gouzi praised the master behind this ship. He is very talented and talented. He was able to learn from everyone's strengths. He borrowed a little from here and stole a little from there. The night sailing ship now looks like an archive. Similar."

Having said this, Liu Xianyang clasped his fists and shook his head, "Gouzi, it's okay."

The girl in the mink hat smiled brightly and returned the salute with her fists clasped, "Brother Liu, where are you?"

Liu Xianyang continued to shake his fist, "Here, here."

As expected of Lingxi City, the two sides looked at each other. Thanks dog, hahaha. Liu Xianyang, hahaha.

Chen Ping'an glanced at Xiao Mo who had a smile on his face. He went out and his Taoist monk looked like a fool. You don't care?

Xiao Mo obviously didn't want to worry about it. Xie Gou and Liu Jianxian had similar personalities, and they were both very generous, so they naturally fell in love at first sight. On the way here, they had already made an appointment. As long as the mountain owner's wife didn't mind losing her status, Xie Gou would be the bridesmaid together.

Xie Gou laughed and said, "The mountain master has fallen into a beauty's nest."

Liu Xianyang wiped his lips and nodded, "I didn't come in vain."

This Hongqiao was built within the palace, and there were many female officials patrolling everywhere. They had curved eyebrows and plump cheeks, graceful figures, flowing trains and long sleeves. They were pink, white and dark green. They carried palace lanterns made of white paper and bamboo strips, with famous words and phrases written in red ink on the paper. , accompanied by a few lines of graceful comments in small regular script.

The residents of the city, in history, were not prominent people who held high positions in temples and dynasties, and advanced and retreated from hundreds of officials. They were all depressed people with different talents and fates. Now they have become poor and lonely people living in remote rivers and lakes. .

Chen Ping'an was going to look at some secret files behind closed doors, and Xiao Mo followed. Liu Xianyang said he wanted to talk to Gouzi about something, and thanked Gouzi for tilting his mink hat, eh?

Of course, Chen Ping'an would not occupy the magpie's nest in the previous palace residence of the city lord. This kind of thing still needs to be discussed to avoid suspicion.

Although he, the city lord, has a code name, he can already access a considerable number of documents according to the regulations of night sailing.

Chen Ping'an put a bowl of glutinous rice wine on the table and treated it like a story.

There was no reason to think that the boat trip from Hanging Mountain back then across the sea was a treasure-eating whale that owned several ancient broken secret realms.

It seems that Lu Tai is now following Zhang Fenghai and creating a new sect. Chen Ping'an is kneeling down to think about this process. Lu Tai, who is afraid that the world will not be in chaos, must be provoking and fanning the flames. As for Lu Tai and his group of self-established Qingming Taoist officials, why did they cross the world at this time and choose to travel in the wilderness? It may also have a sense of proving their innocence? At the same time, let’s sit back and watch, and then decide which side to bet on?

Chen Ping'an took out a rough geographical map of Kan. He held his hands in his sleeves and wandered uncertainly on the map. The names of the mountains and rivers here have the same names as those of several worlds. Chen Ping'an had an idea, stretched out his finger, clicked on the picture, and said to himself, "Just choose this place to stay. How many years will it take to practice Taoism?"

It is a mountain range. The mountain is named Di Lung and its ancient name is Zhong Nan.

Liu Xianyang and the girl in the mink hat walked out of the Hongqiao corridor and continued to climb up to look far into the distance. When they reached the top of the high-rise building, bells were ringing under the eaves and the wind was blowing.

Liu Xianyang leaned on the railing and said with a smile, "Bai Jing, since we are friends now, I will open the skylight and speak frankly. Do you mind?"

The girl in the mink hat grinned and said, "Maybe Bai Jing will mind, but Xie Gou definitely doesn't care. Just tell me, whether it's reasonable or not, I'll listen to it."

Liu Xianyang nodded and said straight to the point, "Since you are the owner of the pair of weijia and the temporary guardian who replaced Xiaomo, why did Chen Ping'an encounter several dangerous sneak attacks that cannot be traced back to him while he was in retreat at Fuyaolu Dojo? Is this armor lent to Chen Ping'an for self-defense? Is it because this armor is of such high grade and so well-dressed that you can't take it off after you put it on?"

Xie Gou blinked his eyes and answered the question, "Does Liu Jianxian even know such secrets? In the wilderness, in the mountains, or in the outer world, I have never sacrificed this thing, let alone boasted to anyone that I own this treasure. Who did Liu Jianxian hear this from? Master Chen? It can’t be him, the Master never does anything that makes things difficult for others. Xiaomi, it’s even more impossible. Could it be Tongye Suqingtong with that big mouth?”

Liu Xianyang smiled and said, "The mountain people have their own clever tricks and can know people's affairs throughout the ages."

Xie Gou held up his ermine hat and said, "I won't beat around the bush, I won't beat around the bush, just tell you the truth. Before I came to the wilderness, I made an agreement with Mr. Bai. Whenever he fights with the young master to death, I will We must rush back to help fight in the wilderness. Master Bai spoke cheerfully, saying that he would crawl over even if he was half dead. Bai Jing has a weird temper and is moody, but it is the most important promise. Once he breaks the promise, he will feel guilty for a long time. This feeling is too uncomfortable, I I don’t want it to happen a second time. The weft armor I’m wearing is one of my trump cards. It’s not the kind of life-and-death battle that requires risking one’s life. It’s best not to show up, so as not to be judged by interested people. Make preparations in advance. Fighting is similar. , they are equally powerful, it just depends on who has more killer tricks."

Xie Gou snapped his fingers and said, "Before giving the real reason, I first invite Liu Jianxian to read some interesting almanacs."

In Liu Xianyang's heart lake, there were waves of turbulent waves without any warning, and accompanied by roaring sounds, hanging portraits suddenly erected on the lake.

Some of the pictures were blurry, but they all contained great spiritual meaning. Even Liu Xianyang had to steady his mind and condense a mustard seed of his mind to hold his breath and look inside, so as not to disturb his Taoist mind.

Some of them were seen by Bai Jing with her own eyes, and some were imagined by her. Different armors, different owners.

The Forger, one of the twelve high-ranking people in ancient times, used the armor of one of the five highest-ranking people as a prototype to create three sub-genuine artifacts. Among them, the divine armor "Great Frost" was shattered and fell to the ground during the battle to ascend to the sky. The ancestor of the military strategist collected it and barely restored it to its original appearance. He secretly teamed up with one of the ten ancient giants in the world, her two direct disciples, and spent countless materials and resources. Based on the frost armor, we finally successfully cast and forged three "ancestral" armors of different shapes. This was the "predecessor" of the three military armors in later generations, so the Jingwei armor, Jinwu armor and Shenren Chenglu armor were , in a sense, they are actually all fakes.

Liu Xianyang smiled and said, "I am a kiln worker who makes porcelain. So the three armors, including the big frost armor, are official imitations. Later, the armors imitated by the ancestors of military strategists are civilian kilns?"

Xie Gou randomly appeared in Liu Xianyang's heart lake and gave a thumbs up, "This is a good metaphor."

Since today's topic started with Sutra Armor, Liu Xianyang of course paid more attention to it. Looking at the appearance and attire of the characters on the hanging statue, Sutra Armor first came to the Western Buddhist country. Liu Xianyang asked, "Is it worn by the eminent monk Shenqing?" ?”

Xie Gou shook his head, "Whether Monk Chicken Soup is the owner of the Sutra Armor, I haven't met him, so it's hard to say. But I can be sure that Monk Chicken Soup at least doesn't wear Sutra Armor. He doesn't need it, otherwise it will be useless. In the battle to reach the sky, On a certain main attack route, the ancient heaven once opened an offensive sword array, with trillions of flying swords, majestic torrential rain, and many stars were poked into sieves, or even directly crushed into powder on the spot. Liu Xianyang, do you think we are like this? How does the Qigong Master deal with such a disaster?"

"There was the first Taoist priest in the world. Seeing this scene, he did not retreat but advanced. He quickened his pace and climbed high quickly, deliberately keeping a distance from all living beings. The gods of Yang came out and the gods walked Yin. The Taoist law was boundless. He had the world in his sleeves and gathered the flying sword. Countless, reversing Yin and Yang, turning them into their own use, throwing out flying swords from one sleeve, creating dazzling galaxies, attacking the strong with force.

"Taoist priests recite precepts like songs, but they still never forget to preach."

"There is another monk who has attained enlightenment under the bodhi tree. Following him, he took off an old patched clothes and just casually

Throw it out and it will cover the sky and the earth. Flying swords pierce clothes, the sound is like beating drums. "

"The monk's divine and invincible golden body is the most important thing to trace back to his origins and recognize his ancestors. Therefore, this old monk, who is said to best understand the origin of the ancestor's coming from the west, does not need to wear sutra armor at all."

Xie Gou jumped on the railing, sat down, leaned forward slightly, put his fists on his knees, "Oh, that swordsman leader who is one of the ten ancient heroes, has a profound Tao Qi in both offense and defense, and is better than all us swordsmen." To be more powerful, he almost never speaks, his Taoist roots are mysterious and unknown, he climbs high with his sword, and defeats all the 127 formations set up by the heavens. His true body, one on the left and one on the right, is this People are responsible for clearing all obstacles on the road on both sides.”

Liu Xianyang looked strange.

Xie Gou had a complicated look on his face and murmured, "Can you imagine that in the entire earth, all sentient beings feel the connection in their hearts, just like... incense is burning everywhere, but they no longer pray to the gods, but with a common goal?" hope."

On the way to the sky, there was a huge crowd of scholars. From the earliest position in the center, they soon became the front line of the battle formation. They fought one after another and died generously.

After a long silence, Liu Xianyang couldn't help but ask, "May I ask, where is the Taoist ancestor in this battle?"

Xie Gou smiled and said, "It's the same as before, how can it be better? He will always live in isolation, more like a **** than a god. In the past, there was a preaching without any sectarian views, and the ancient Taoist team was like a long dragon. He was hanging on the tail of the team far away in the mountains and rivers of the earth. When he completely broke up with the ancient gods and started a war, Dao Ancestor was still walking at the back. Naturally, it was not that Dao Ancestor was timid in fighting, and it was not that Dao Ancestor was not strong enough. It was just because we all refining qi. Shidu knows very well that it must and can only be done by him... to decide the outcome with the final word!"

Xie Gou's eyes sparkled, "In terms of origin, every one of the most cowardly, selfish, and mediocre people in later generations has the blood of ancient heroes flowing through them."

Xie Gou grinned, "But now, everyone is comparing who my father and my master are, and how much money the family has. It's so annoying."

Liu Xianyang laughed it off.

Xie Gou's face turned cold, "It's because I have seen with my own eyes those magnificent people who sacrificed their lives."

"So I think the world today is so disappointing."

"Taoist Lu Yan once said that a certain kind of wine would never be touched by anyone in rich places, but would only be sold in poor and cold places. The surface of the newly brewed wine is green and lovely, and the dregs float like ants. Ha, I'm greedy as soon as I hear it. Yes. Let’s take a chance.”

At this point, Xie Gou withdrew those scrolls and "went back to the topic."

Carrying the sutra armor is like occupying a dojo in an infinite world. Even if the two parties are obviously close at hand, they will still be in a situation where they are far away. To attack with magic spells, trying to find the master who wears sutra armor is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Therefore, for the Qi Refiner, wearing sutra armor, although there is no increase in killing power, it is equivalent to being in an invincible position. The most powerful Save your life.

It is said that if a Qi practitioner wears this armor, as long as he does not go to Confucian Temple Gongdelin, Baiyujing, Western Lingshan, and Sword Qi Great Wall to start a fight, even if one or two of the Fourteenth Realm have murderous intentions and are willing to join forces to kill, I'm afraid It also gives me a huge headache, how to accurately find a certain grain of sand in the Ganges River?

As for Weijia, the biggest advantage is rumored to be that it allows the owner of the armor to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth all the time. There is no bottleneck in the quantity, and there is no worry about overflowing.

Xie Gou explained, "Sword repairman Bai Jing can wear it all year round, Xiao Mo can borrow it for a few days, and Liu Xianyang can wear it once when he encounters a life-and-death fight where the chance of winning is low, but Chen Ping'an is not suitable. Originally, a certain Even if the field is evenly matched, it is easy to lose the tug of war. Even if I dare to borrow it, will Chen Pingan dare to wear it? The mountain master dares not."

Liu Xianyang nodded and said, "If you say that, I understand."

Xie Gou's eyes were full of resentment and he said, "Brother Liu, if you can ask this question, it means you really treat me as a friend. Don't worry, I don't feel aggrieved at all..."

Liu Xianyang smiled and said, "Although I was born into a poor family, I have blindly believed since I was a child that I was born to be rich and prosperous, and I will definitely have a great future. Therefore, I cannot bear the slightest grievance. I don't have much money in my pocket, so I have to put it first." My face and pomp became shaky. Before and after I started working as a kiln worker in my hometown, I seemed to be able to get along with everyone, but I didn’t have many real friends. But as long as I recognized them as friends, I would be able to talk easily, and there would be some awkwardness between friends. It’s nothing, misunderstanding is fake wine, grievance is rotten rice, don’t leave these things aside. Just say that when I was young, I broke up with Chen Pingan several times. With his stubborn temper, he was willing to fight with I'm going to give in and apologize? Aren't I the one who shamelessly go to his place every time to have a laugh and ease the relationship again? On your side, I first invite you to be Qianyue's bridesmaid, and then I ask you this question. Already prepared for trouble."

Xie Gou wowed, "If you put it that way, I understand!"

Liu Xianyang smiled and said, "Gouzi, whoever thinks we are fools is a real fool!"

Xie Gou nodded vigorously with a straight face, "That's necessary. Today's world is complicated. If you are not smart, you can't achieve anything. Being too smart is also bad. Like us, it's just right, haha, great wisdom."

Liu Xianyang echoed, "The golden mean is as wise as foolish."

She was immediately worried, "Brother Liu, will Xiao Mo be jealous if we have such a happy chat?"

Liu Xianyang said, "Why don't we go back to Aquarius Continent and pretend that we don't know each other? Or just pretend that we haven't reached an agreement today, which will hurt the harmony and make brothers and sisters with different surnames turn against each other?"

Xie Gou stroked his paws and smiled, "What a great plan!"

Xie Gou came back to his senses and wondered, "Why did Brother Liu break up with the mountain master so many times back then? I think the mountain master's behavior was not like this when he was young?"

Liu Xianyang smiled and said, "He has always been the same. There is no difference. But I have a bad mouth. I have never been taboo about talking. I spend money like water. I have no money after paying off the bills at the end of the month. I always put my head first and not my bottom when I do things. Just Chen Pingan That attentive and cautious temper never listens to my advice. Who can stand it after so many times?"

Xie Gou became more and more confused, "Brother Liu is quite proud?"

Liu Xianyang asked, "Isn't it worth being proud of?"

Just as Xie Gou was about to express her heartfelt agreement, her expression changed slightly, she hurriedly said "diarrhea" and ran away.

While waiting for an opportunity to hide, Xie Gou secretly slandered a certain disciple of the old blind man who opened and closed the door. When you were on your study tour, you just read your sages' books carefully. You always asked people if Pei Qian was the princess who lived among the people. What to do? !

Liu Xianyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She originally wanted to ask Xie Gou. According to her description, were the Fourteen Realms and Earth Immortals in ancient times too powerful?

In just an instant, Liu Xianyang felt something was wrong, squinted his eyes and looked somewhere, ready to hand over the sword at any time.

On the sea, someone was able to catch up with the night ship. The burly man stretched out his hand to open the formation and strode into it. When he landed, the ship's hull shook violently, and hundreds of feet of waves arose on the nearby sea surface.

The man looked around and said with a smile, "Master, you don't have to show up to entertain the guests. I'll find someone to chat with, and you don't have to act like you're facing a formidable enemy."

Chen Ping'an didn't get up, but looked up at the door.

The burly man pushed open the door and entered with such majestic momentum that he looked like a mountain moving across the room.

He said a few words at once, which made Chen Ping'an's eyelids tremble slightly.

"Zhou Mi is too impatient."

"It's time for me to come out."

The group of great demons who had been sleeping for thousands of years, including Bai Jing, Wumingshi, Li Gu, etc., all followed the ancestor of the military strategist and started a vigorous war again.

The first battle in ancient times was called ascending to the sky, and everyone united as one. The second battle was actually an internal conflict. At that time, almost the entire demon clan chose to bet on one person.

According to Old Man Yang's disparaging statement, it was an internal conflict with uneven distribution of spoils.

After conquering the "heaven", giving rewards according to merit, sitting around and eating fruits, few people are satisfied with the results.

Although Xiao Mo always liked to ask people about swords, he never got involved in these meaningless conflicts of interest.

Chen Pingan changed the subject, "Over at Quanjiao Mountain, I heard Xiao Mo say that senior has just visited Qingming World."

The man picked a chair and sat down on his own, saying, "Get back some things that should belong to me, and then find a friend to reminisce about old times. I originally thought that after drinking, I would go to Yashan to meet the man who is known as several people. 'Master Lin', who is the best in martial arts in the world. I never thought that my old friend's dojo would remain the same, but things have changed. My old friend always acted in a sophisticated way, and had already planned for his death. After thousands of years of long-term preparations, he finally succeeded. A fourteenth-level monk appeared who took advantage of him, and his power was similar to that of the founder. I originally wanted to give him some advice because I missed the friendship with his ancestor, but that Shanfeng family was really in a mess, from top to bottom. There were not many good ones inside and out. If my old friend had known something, I was afraid that the coffin board would not be able to cover it. So I kept my temper and talked to him for a few words, never thinking that the guy was a tactless person. , in turn, sarcastic and weird words. With my temper, how can I tolerate him? The two parties agreed, verbally concluded a life and death agreement, and had a fight. Who would have expected that it was a fourteenth realm, even if it was freshly baked and mixed with wine? The thing about water is so weak and vulnerable."

Chen Pingan said nothing.

The man laughed loudly, "His dojo seems to be incompatible with martial arts. Whenever he mentions pure martial arts, he will say "Martial arts are all about hard words." As a result, the martial arts masters in a state heard that he had reached the fourteenth realm. They all went to other states, but it can be seen from this that the warriors of Yizhou are indeed disgraceful. It is no wonder that these Taoist officials and immortal masters look down on the warriors. It is just that it is absolutely wrong to make a life and death agreement, and to ask questions in a strange way. I said, "What do you think of my comments about martial artists? What does it have to do with fellow Taoist?"

The man narrowed his eyes and smiled, and asked, "Chen Ping'an, do you think it's none of my business?"

Chen Ping'an said, "Put yourself in your shoes. If I were a senior, I would probably reply, yes, yes, you are right. Fellow Taoist, what you said is correct."

The man then burst into laughter and rubbed the handle of the chair with his palm, "Fellow Daoist Bixiao is right. This boy is a thief and a thief. He is indeed very experienced and is a good material for learning martial arts."

Chen Pingan said, "Senior, when you have free time, you can go see Cao Ci. I believe you will not be disappointed."

The man nodded and said, "I've seen it before, and it's much more pleasing to my eye than you."

Chen Pingan was choked for words.

The man said, "The price has been negotiated in advance. This time I

Boarding the ship means inspecting and picking up the goods. "

Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, "It should be so."

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The wild world.

Deciduous foreign tree.

The Guixu passages connecting the two worlds are the Tuiji in the East China Sea, Shenxiang in the South China Sea, Sunset in the West Sea, and Tianmu in the North Sea.

They are located in the wild and remote places, far apart from each other. Therefore, the Zhongtu Confucian Temple arranged a large number of top combat forces to sit in the "death place".

At the same time, Haoran opened three huge ferries in the northern part of the wild world, named Bingzhu, Zouma and Dimai.

The military strategist has made a rough estimate that Haoran Jiuzhou will use 30% of its strength to defend against the invasion of the wild monster clan. Now, he wants to use 70% of his strength to attack the barbaric world.

On the Confucian Academy side, a large number of great gentlemen and gentlemen who have obtained the title of "gentleman" are already on the front line of the battlefield at the exit of Guixu.

In addition, some gentlemen and a large number of sages from the academy "walked" on the two ferries to gain experience.

On the side of the Ruins of the Wild Sun, in addition to Su Zi, the top combat forces include Liu Qi, a newly promoted fourteenth realm monk, Song Changjing, the coach of the Great Li cavalry, and Zhang Tiaoxia, who has long been at the level of the ultimate realm but has the Taoist name Long Bo. , as well as the leader of Tongyezhou Yugui Sect, Sword Immortal Wei Ying, Zhijie Warrior Wu Shu and others.

Although Su Zi is still in the Ascension Realm and Liu Qi is in the Fourteenth Realm, Su Zi is still the person in charge of this place.

Today there are visitors visiting. They are two Taoist priests who traveled here together. The middle-aged Taoist priest is wearing a yellow robe and long beard, and the old Taoist priest is wearing a green robe and a crane cloak. They seem to be very different in age.

After telling him the reason at the checkpoint, Su Zi soon laughed heartily, left the temporary office, and walked quickly towards the Taoist priest with an immortal style. He hugged him and said happily, "Brother Zijing! We haven't seen each other for many years, and we meet again in Yun." Water room."

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and said, "Fortunately."

This long-bearded Taoist priest was named Yang Shichang, also known as Zijing. His Taoist temple was located in Kongtong Mountain. The Taoist priest's face is like a crown jade, and he wears a purple bamboo flute at his waist.

In the autumn of a certain year, during Su Zi's official career, he went boating at night with his friends and wrote a poem to record it, which became a well-known masterpiece.

In the boat, Suzi buckled down the side and sang loudly. There was a guest who played the flute, and he sang along with them. Close friends talk about mysteries together, wash the cup and drink more, the cups and plates are in a mess, and our pillows are messy, unaware of the whiteness of the East...

Su Zi seemed to be pointing out something and said with a smile, "Brother Zijing, we are now at the bottleneck of the Immortal Realm. Since you are at the key point of cultivating the Tao, why bother wading into muddy waters and risking yourself."

Yang Shichang smiled and said, "Brother Su, why do you need to ask questions knowingly? To put it more tackily, the bottleneck of the Immortal Realm seems to be inferior to the bottleneck of the Ascension Realm?"

Su Zi said, "It is true that I am admiring Buddhism. I am a Confucian disciple after all. There are certain things that I must do my duty."

Yang Shichang said, "Su Zi is a scholar. How can a poor Taoist stop studying?"

Su Zi laughed loudly, "I can make an exception for Brother Zijing and go have a drink!"

The last time the world was in chaos, there were many Taoist priests like Cao Rong, the Lingfeiguan Tianjun of Aquarius Island, who went down the mountain during the troubled times. When the war was calmed down, they retired with success.

In the past, when the front line was pushed all the way to Jinjiazhou in the north by the barbarian army, there were seven or eight Taoist priests with amazing Taoist power. They were everywhere in the south, killing all directions and killing monsters when they encountered them, which put a lot of pressure on the rear of the barbarian army. Especially in the last battle, five Taoist priests directly raided a military tent station, shattering the entire Dayue Mountains, and finally forced the military tent to relocate to another location due to heavy battle damage.

And among this group of Taoist priests, there were only two left.

The last time the Zhongtu Confucian Temple held an invitation, the two Taoist priests refused to go.

The taciturn green-robed Taoist priest said, "Su Zi, are the formations so complicated?"

Su Zi suppressed his smile, nodded and said, "The Confucian Temple has long required that the formations at the major ferry crossings must be able to withstand the full blows of the great monsters of the Fourteenth Wilderness Realm."

The reason couldn't be simpler. As long as you can block the attack of the wild monster, the Fourteenth Realm of Haoran will take action.

The green-robed Taoist priest nodded and said, "Although this poor Taoist is not good at catching and killing enemies, he can do his best for this formation."

Su Zi saluted and said with a smile, "Thank you in advance. I'm very grateful. But this requires three or four people from the Confucian Temple to nod."

The formations are interlocked, and one move affects the whole body. It involves the safety of millions of people around the ferry. We must be careful and careful. Therefore, the addition, deletion or replacement of each formation link requires several ferry directors, including Su Zi. , all need to report detailed information to the Zhongtu Confucian Temple. Liu Qi once said with a smile that the so-called three or four people actually meant that two or three people expressed their opinions, and the real key behind the scenes was just one person who said yes or no.

The green-robed Taoist priest didn't take it seriously, looked at him and said calmly, "It should be so."

Pindao traveled to Baidi City among the colorful clouds in the past, and had the honor to discuss the foundation of the formation with Mr. Zheng.

Not long ago, a group of academy disciples came here to practice. They had been at Zouma Ferry earlier to help with the general affairs.

Among the team was a young Confucian scholar named Li Huai, who came from Baopingzhou Cliff Academy, one of the seventy-two academies of the Confucian Temple, and his title was Sage.

He was almost surrounded by gentlemen and sages, and he did not appear to be out of the ordinary. During their long journeys, the academy disciples often exchanged knowledge together and discussed the meaning of life and destiny. Li Huai did not take the initiative to speak, but only listened carefully. Occasionally, someone asked him to express his opinion, and Li Huai just Say you don't understand.

At first, some people mistakenly thought that Li Huai was sincere, introverted, and did not like to talk, so he only listened but did not speak. After getting along for a long time, I realized that Li Huai... really didn't understand.

But Li Huai is indeed open-minded and eager to learn, so fellow gentlemen and sages will not look down upon Li Huai.

Once the relationship was good, they would each ask about their master's biography. Li Huai only said that the headmaster of the Academy at that time was Mao Siye who is now the Liji Academy.

Mao Xiaodong, the secretary of Liji Academy, is now a... famous person in the Chinese Confucian Temple. It is recognized that he is rigorous in scholarship, selfless, and able to convince others with reason...

Mao Siye, who was transferred to the lineage of Lisheng, stayed in the Chinese Confucian Temple, mainly to assist the former mentor Lisheng in handling various affairs. What a coincidence, right?

Regarding this matter, there were some private discussions inside and outside the Confucian Temple and on Haoran Mountain.

I heard it was the idea of ​​the closed disciple?

impossible?

Think it’s impossible? That’s because you haven’t been to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Is there any way here?

doorway? Hey, that’s a lot!

…

A short, stooped old man came without saying hello. What was particularly special was that beside the old man, there was a person who should never be here.

They just appeared out of thin air in front of everyone and entered this majestic and heavily guarded city.

Su Zi and several big monks said don't worry about it.

Walking in the city, the man's realm was high enough. If he paid a little attention, he could see the brilliance of the formation flowing everywhere. The man was amazed, "The defense here is a bit exaggerated. The other places are also at a similar level." ?”

The stacking of formations upon formations is seamless and there is no concern about conflict between the formations. Let me just talk about one of them, which is five five-element formations stacked into one again. It is exquisite and brilliant.

The old man nodded, "In several places, the gap is limited, and it is getting thicker every day. Those monks on the mountain tops are all shameless, very keen on comparison, and do not want to lose face. Over there in Haoran Tianxia, ​​there has never been any There is a shortage of strange people and talents, but now there is no shortage of gods and money."

The man asked worriedly, "Fellow Daoist Zhishi, please be honest. If I am beaten up, will you be responsible?"

The old man asked back, "I always keep my word. Do you still want a word of truth?"

The man sighed and said, "If I accept you as a Taoist friend, I will be more blind than you."

The old man said, "You have such a bad mouth. Why did you get under Yang Zhi or Guan Yi's skirt before you came here?"

The man is convinced and shuts up.

Approaching a place, the old man quietly pulled his collar and straightened his sleeves.

The man just felt that his eyes had been opened and his trip was worthwhile.

A member of the Great Li army, Wai Lang, was giving a lecture to nearly a hundred people. Holding a painting stick, he reviewed and explained the pros and cons, gains and losses of both sides in a recent battle.

Those present here include gentlemen and sages from the academy, Qi refiners from hundreds of schools of thought, as well as military generals from all continents who are in charge of the army.

There were no empty seats in the "school".

Li Huai sat in the corner by the window, and would write down important points when he heard them.

Although Li Huai was not proficient in the formation of troops, he had a small hobby, so he listened very carefully to the lectures.

The skinny old man, with sunken eyes, put his hands behind his back, stood on tiptoes outside the window, and "looked" at Li Huai, who was bent over his desk and immersed in writing.

Next to the old man, or to be precise, at his feet, there was a middle-aged man with a strong build. He was leaning against the corner of the wall, grabbing a handful of soil and holding it in his hand, rubbing it slowly.

The old man was quite pleased with himself, "I don't have a name. How about my apprentice?"

The middle-aged man who was ridiculed as "nameless" was really puzzled. He let go of his hand, stood up and asked, "What's the 'how'?"

Qualifications for monasticism? Born with a strong bone? Divine will and Taoism? This young man is very bad.

The old man was too lazy to say anything else.

Li Huai noticed the shadow on the table, looked up, and suddenly saw two more heads outside the window. He was startled. After seeing clearly that it was the old blind man, he put down his pen and rubbed his wrist.

Soon he found that the "sir" teaching the class and several "students" nearby were all looking towards him. Li Huai felt embarrassed and quickly signaled with his eyes that the old blind man should leave quickly. The class is not over yet, you What are you doing there?

The old blind man said in his heart, "It's okay, we'll just wait until you finish class, and it won't hinder the students who dare to speak and listen."

Li Huai became anxious and used the method of concentrating the sound into a line, "Old blind man, don't talk nonsense."

The old blind man smiled and said, "Okay, okay, you just continue to listen to the class. Even if I am a spectator, the teacher can't chase people away."

Then a handsome man with a willow branch hanging from his waist came here.

The old blind man said nothing. He only raised his hand and ordered to expel the guests.

Unsurprisingly, she was rejected and Liu Qi had to leave silently.

The man smiled and said, "Li Gu is still waiting at your dojo."

The old blind man asked, "Did I make him wait?"

The man is helpless.

I think back on those days when we were so famous

Fellow Taoist priest of Dezhi Temple, neither in appearance nor in conversation, is as virtuous as he is now. How elegant and elegant, how outstanding!

One hundred thousand mountains.

There is no one, standing high and looking far away, lifeless and desolate.

The owner was not at home, and a young wild monster came here alone and sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff.

After the boy was woken up by Bai Ze, the Qiankun bag and the demon-catching gourd had been hanging around his waist. However, during the last meeting, Xiao Xun used a lame excuse and gave it to Feiran as part of her generosity.

Little things that don't matter.

The ten thousand years of waiting have not been in vain, after all, I have reached a higher level.

Unlike Yang Zhi and Zhu Yan, the great beasts of the wilderness who have never fallen asleep, very little is known about them in Haoran Tianxia.

It is hard to imagine that he and his temple had been together with that group of ancient scholars, and even had a good relationship at the beginning.

For example, Taoist friend Zhici wants to be the second scholar in the world to refine the natal character.

And he has always hoped to build a literal book city, with the king on the back.

Thanks to Wen Hai Zhou Mi who first paved the way and then gave way, the matter was finally accomplished. Now he has replaced the old fox Tongtian who left the sky and became the master of words in the wild world.

The young man habitually took out a book from his sleeve, and while patiently waiting for someone, he concentrated on reading. He was reading, and his voice was very rhythmic, as if the recitation itself was Taoism.

The taste of books is like rice grains, like delicacies, like glutinous rice wine, like strong wine, and the taste of various schools of thought is like glutinous rice wine.

Thousands of years ago, he and Zhishen were indeed the same people, and they wanted to spread the world through books.

As for a certain place in the wilderness not long ago, a demon monk who was good at talismans "accidentally entered" the Haoran Zhai. The young man was indifferent to this careful secret arrangement and just kept observing the flow of literary fortunes there from a distance.

When the lecture was over, there was an academy sage who was familiar with Li Huai. His hometown was Liuxiazhou. He noticed something strange outside the window and asked softly, "Li Huai, who are you?"

Li Huai was a little embarrassed and explained, "He is my master, the kind from the mountain, not the gentleman from the academy."

The sage didn't ask any more questions, and just said with a sudden look on his face, "Okay, you kid has hidden it quite well."

Li Huai chuckled.

The young sage bowed to the old blind man outside the window, his hands behind his back. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

After all the students in this classroom had left, the old blind man took the unknown person into it. The master and the disciple sat opposite each other with a desk separated from each other.

Anonymous was still sitting against the wall.

Li Huai asked carefully, "Master, who is this senior?"

The old blind man said casually, "Don't worry about him, he has no name."

The man clasped his fists towards Li Huai and said with a mellow and elegant smile, "Li Huai, I have admired you for a long time. I am so lucky to meet you. I am just a martial artist who plays tricks on my fists and legs."

Just when Li Huai was about to speak, the old blind man already said, "There is no need to salute, he is not worthy of such a thing."

The man nodded with a smile and helped himself out, "A real man doesn't stick to trivial matters and does whatever he wants."

Li Huai said from his heart, "Old blind man, if you keep acting like this, you will have no friends."

The old blind man smiled and said, "I don't have many friends to begin with. Those who are friends will get used to me being like this."

Li Huai clicked his tongue in amazement and gave a thumbs up, "It's amazing, well-reasoned and flawless."

The old blind man smiled and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

Li Huai laughed angrily and said, "Do you want to drink?"

The old blind man said, "Good disciple, don't be so rigid all the time. The world is so big that few people care about who belongs to whom."

Li Huai raised his chin, "It makes so much sense, are you going to become a master tomorrow?"

The old blind man said happily, "I can teach you, but they can't bear it."

Li Huai asked, "On the way here, how many kilograms of wine did you drink with some appetizers?"

The old blind man smiled and said, ""

Anonymous crossed his arms across his chest, leaned his head back against the wall, and simply closed his eyes to rest. He was really tired.

I always feel that Li Huai alone can catch people off guard more than Xiao Xun and Bai Jing chatting together.

The old blind man was silent for a moment, then asked abruptly, "Li Huai, when you recognize the master, you are not looking for a backer, right?"

Li Huai opened his eyes wide and asked directly without hesitation, "If I don't look for a backer, why should I look for a master? Huh?"

The old blind man stretched out his withered fingers and scratched his sunken cheek. For a moment, he didn't know how to refute. What the disciple said makes perfect sense.

Anonymous even wanted to completely shut down his consciousness and not see or listen. I have to admit that the qualifications and courage of this good disciple of fellow Taoist Zhici are inversely proportional.

Li Huai explained, "When I was a child, my mother was my supporter at home. Later, when I traveled to study abroad, I found Chen Ping'an as my supporter. At Sui Cliff Academy, Li Baoping, Lin Shouyi, and others were all my supporters. . Now that I am worshiping you as my teacher, you don’t want to be my supporter. Should I be your supporter? Old blind man, are you alone in the dojo, with no one to take care of your food and daily life? You are hungry and panicking. Why don’t you stop talking to me here? What about the words?"

The old blind man laughed it off and changed the subject, "Here in Haoran Tianxia, ​​you have a good relationship with the boy named Chen. We are both from the same sect and from the same hometown. He has one advantage, that is, he is nostalgic, so I feel more at ease."

Li Huai added, "Young Taoist is not bad either. We have a good relationship."

The old blind man didn't say anything, as if whenever he mentioned the Taoist title of Young Taoist, he couldn't help but want to pull that Ascension Realm over and step on it a few times.

He continued, "In the colorful world, Ning Yao's Nizi is like my own junior. Besides, when Chen Xi was young, he once walked through the Hundred Thousand Mountains. I gave a few pointers, which were taught by Chen Qingdu. Of course he has to repay this favor, which is not a big or small favor. So when you travel to the colorful world in the future, you can ask Chen Xi to be your backer and accompany you to see the mountains and rivers. .”

Li Huai suddenly showed his characteristic of being a denizen, "That is an old swordsman who has made great achievements in the Sword Qi Great Wall. I don't dare to say this, and I don't have the shame. I will be scared when I meet him."

The old blind man seemed to have expected this, and nodded, "So I have explained the situation to Chen Xi, now Chen Ji of Ascension City, and he said it is no problem. As long as you arrive in the colorful world, he will protect you."

Li Huai coughed and lowered his voice and said, "How do you speak? Don't make us master and apprentice seem to be members of a gang."

The old blind man smiled calmly and said, "The world of human beings is just like a bird. It's almost the same. The old blind man is not that particular."

Li Huai quickly reminded, "I don't want to say this here."

The old blind man continued, "You need to travel thousands of miles to study and practice. When it comes to the majesty of mountains and rivers, the vast wilderness has its own merits. So I also helped you make an appointment with a group of people to see more of the scenery here. Just feel free to travel with them. The leader The Taoist priest, named Zhang Fenghai, can barely see the New Fourteenth Realm. In addition, one of them is an old friend with Chen Pingan, so there is no need to worry about being isolated and having nothing to talk about. They are on their way here..."

Li Huai said with a smile, "I dare you, the old blind man, to support you here as an orphan. I'm not a prince either."

Anonymous was speechless.

He and his fellow Taoist priests have known each other for more than 10,000 years, and there are only a few who dare to talk to him like this sincerely.

The old blind man scratched his face and smiled. He was worthy of being his apprentice, and his words were heart-warming and pleasant to the ears.

Li Huai couldn't hold it on any longer, so he gradually stopped smiling and looked gloomy. He stopped talking several times, but finally forced out a smile. Looking at the old man opposite, Li Huai spoke slowly, as if Talking to himself, asking and answering, "Master, that's what I say, but there are always things that have to be done, and there is nothing you can do about it. Master, can you give me a guarantee that you will come back as soon as you finish your business? Even if I went to a place not close by, and I won’t be back to Shiwandashan for a while, but I’ll always come back, right? Master, you’re at such a high level, can you still do such a small thing?”

How could the old blind man say some comforting words? He held it in for a long time and looked at Li Huai for a long time before he slowly said, "A man stands upright and bleeds without shedding tears."

Li Huai was stunned and speechless.

At the top of the mountain, Li Guo felt a little sentimental, put away his books, put his hands on his knees, and muttered to himself.

"My generation of Taoists has a heart as pure as glass, and a mind as clear as Taixu."

"I once uttered wild words. If I hadn't lived for a hundred thousand years, what would I be like in the world?"

The road has its shores, and its laws are boundless. Martyrdom for the word, martyrdom for the body. Going alone is just being generous.

In the turbulent years of ancient times, human qigong masters wanted to complete their achievements in one battle.

Countless Taoist priests gathered in a certain place in the human world almost suddenly, regardless of race, technique or lineage, they all share the same Taoism.

When they were about to ascend to heaven, a handsome man with a fluttering blue robe, disheveled hair, walked over, looking extremely elegant and unrestrained.

He said to the group of Taoist priests leading the group with the highest realm, "You just need to change places to reach heaven, and don't worry about helping other battlefields."

He looked up and said, "This road will be opened by me."

A big demon looked solemn and said, "Zhi Temple, don't act recklessly! It will never work if you act alone! The matter is very important, so don't act on impulse. At worst, you and the rest of us can lead the charge side by side. Follow that rule The old rule is, if I die first, you should quickly chew my real body to repair your power and move on..."

There was a big demon with a long stick on his shoulders who was impatient and said with a ferocious smile, "Zhici, who do you think you are? Are you the one at the front of that group of Taoist priests or the one at the back?! Don't block you, Grandpa Yuan." Either go up the road together or get away."

Zhishi turned a deaf ear and didn't even look at him. He just said, "If you want to follow, just follow. Remember not to drag me down to clear the way."

As he spoke, a majestic Dharma statue with a height of one million feet appeared on the earth, standing in the world. It suddenly rose from the ground and soared into the sky. The majestic Tao Qi showed a blue-purple color, the same color as the sky. The Dharma image shines brightly, the golden light is bright and dazzling.

A huge dharma image that contains infinite Taoist meanings will disrupt a long river of time wherever it goes.

In the temple with the name of a Taoist priest, a red sun is formed between the brows, and the full moon is spread out, floating in the breeze, and the gods and humans look up at it.

At that time, all the demon monks were like mayflies in the sky.