Sword of Coming - Chapter 1080

Chapter 1205

Aquarius Continent, Qingxing Country to the south of Dadu.

A boy in straw sandals with a sword on his back, munching on steaming bucket cakes, stood at the edge of the crowded stage, not looking at the heavily made-up Huadan woman, but only at the end of the cut.

In the dark night, in the mansion in the capital city of Yuxuan Kingdom that is indeed often haunted by ghosts, but not haunted by ghosts, a Taoist priest finally got free after a busy day, lighting up the lamp to read idle books, and there are two plates of “Xiashu” side dishes on the table. This is a stall. Wu Di, a well-known fortune-telling Taoist priest, was looking through a copy of “Heavenly Creation of Things”, reading while reading, but picked out the content he liked to read, and read the two chapters “Tao Yu” and “Hammer Forging” repeatedly Twice, during the period, the Taoist priest read from the preface, full of energy, “Among everything…” “This book has nothing to do with the advancement of imperial examinations and art achievements. Well, it’s really well said, this is the real weight Master, tell yourself!” The woman’s voice outside the window sounded faintly, and the intruder was a real intruder, “Then you still look so enthusiastically.” The Taoist blustered, and replied, “The poor Taoist is a Taoist priest with private registers, and he is like the one who went to Beijing to rush for the exam. What are you doing as a scholar?” Later, the female ghost in a bright red dress standing by the window, the female official in charge of unpacking the pomegranate dress for the empress in the past, she was really tired of listening, so she stood on tiptoe, Reach out and tap on the paper on the window, asking the Taoist to read the “Qu Tiller” that you can enjoy just listening to. Wander away.

The middle-aged scholar who copied the scriptures stopped writing, shook his wrist, and turned his head to look outside the door. The old cobwebs under the eaves were broken and fluttering. There was no reason to remember what was written in a scholar’s note. Containing spirit, all have Buddha nature.

In the province of a secretary of a small country, he has been a borrower for the gentleman on the beam for a long time. He sits on a high beam and looks down at an official who has finished his duty. Cotton-padded clothes, come here to choose the few lonely books you like, look around, there is no one around, in fact, only the subordinate staff at the door to help watch the wind, if there is any movement, the subordinate staff who got the money will remind the people in the house by coughing Lord official, after the official put all three books in his arms, he seemed to feel that something was wrong. The cotton robe would not be ironed enough, and his feet might be exposed. When the subordinate staff locked the door, the civil servant looked back, thinking that one day when he became a high-ranking official, he must ask the Ministry of Households to allocate funds to rebuild this place, and ordered the guarding subordinate staff to be loyal to their duties. The precious books were moved home by elegant thieves year after year.

A young Taoist priest finds a rough-looking rivers and lakes ranger with a big beard and sword, and they meet by a mountain stream.

Yu Shiwu smiled and said, “It’s easy to find.”

The big bearded man named Chen Xian washed his face with water, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: “The good Zhenwu Mountain is not waiting, one of the ten young people in Baopingzhou with a promising future, do you have to go to the muddy water?”

Yu Shiwu said with a sad expression on his face, “Master Chen Shan, to be honest, your formation is wonderful or not, and I can break it boldly. I can’t stop you from avenging Ma Kuxuan, but it can make you less Go to the first level to rely on, and strive to win a chance for Ma Kuxuan.”

Chen Pingan laughed and said, “Not to mention what will happen to the Ma family in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, whether Ma Kuxuan will seek death by himself. Why don’t we just talk about how you left after breaking the formation?”

Yu Shiwu answered irrelevantly, “As long as Chen Shanzhu is willing to leave Ma Kuxuan alive, I can give some of my family background, some gold and copper coins, and some ancient Taoist books to Chen Shanzhu.”

Chen Ping stood up, and asked with a smile: “You, the guy who became the elder of his master, are stingy and not bold enough. Is Ma Kuxuan’s life so worthless?”

Yu Shiwu hesitated to speak.

Chen Pingan said: “Whether you can break the formation or not depends on whether you seek death or not, and whether you can break the formation depends on my talisman attainments, but these are trivial matters and will not affect the overall situation. It’s just that I don’t care about Zhenwu Mountain and Fengxue Temple. These two ancestral families of military families have always had a very good impression. Your seniority in the mountains is, after all, placed on the genealogy of the ancestors of Zhenwu Mountain, so I would like to advise you, spare time, don’t care about your head when doing things, okay, let me say It’s over.”

The Jindan Dixian, who looked like a bearded ranger, hooked his fingers at Yu Shiwu, “Whether you break the formation or not, I will beat the young one first tonight, and ask the old one later.”

Yu Shiwu asked suspiciously, “You want to implicate my teacher?”

Chen Ping said with a smile: “Why, have you already regarded me as an upright gentleman in the Confucian Academy? Then I will disappoint Zhenren Yu, I’m sorry.”

Yu Shiwu’s expression was complicated. After confirming that Chen Pingan did not have the slightest bluff, he sighed heavily, and made the best second, “Can I persuade Ma Kuxuan one last time?”

Chen Pingan nodded with a smile and said, “There’s nothing wrong with this. It’s hard for a **** to persuade you to find a dead ghost. Just go to the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, and talk about the ugly words first, and persuade you to return. If you dare to reveal my methods, this account will also be recorded On top of you and your teacher.”

Yu Shiwu called the head of the Taoist gate, thanking the master Chen Shan, the figure of the Taoist priest disappeared out of thin air.

Lotus root blessed land, as the talisman avatar of the “Taoist”, went to Dieye Mountain near the Qihuachang Mountain Temple, and secretly engraved on the cliff, “Dieleaf and high knots are born from the end of the hair.”

Then find Huang Mian, the young emperor of Songlai Kingdom, and tell him the answer in his heart, just two words, “middle”.

At the source of a water vein in the territory governed by the water **** Song Jian, he squatted down and gently put a green bead into the gurgling stream. The orb hovered in the distance and only slowly rotated.

In the end, he returned to the Damu Temple of Qiuqi Lake, moved a chair over by himself, and sat in the same place where the last meeting was held, thinking about the problem, whether it was Wujiang, Yuan Huang, or the one who seemed to have taken the liberty to sacrifice a fairy rope nuns.

In the world of Qingming, the view of Xuandu.

Bai also appeared in Taolin, but failed to find Wang Sun, so he had to find Yan Zhuo.

In fact, he didn’t ask anything, Yan Zhuo only said that he and Wang Sun sent the old temple master to the door.

The old temple master only said two farewell words.

“Fatty Yan, don’t forget to practice your sword while stealing peach juice to make wine and making bookmarks from peach leaves.”

“Senior sister, help me to take a look at the peach blossoms next spring.”

The Dachao sect, who is already a ghost Xu Jun who has completed the ascension state, re-reads a book on the desk, the same person reads the same book at different times and in different moods, such as reading a new book.

Just talking about the article “Xu Wugui” written by Bai Yujing who taught Lu Chen, in which there was a sentence “time is the emperor”, which shocked Xu Juan’s heart, and he couldn’t calm down for a long time.

In the Qingshen Dynasty, Fu Xuanjie, a female swordsman with high hopes from the imperial court, sat on the futon under the porch, and beside her were two Taoist priests and sword immortals who couldn’t be taller.

The old temple master asked in his heart, “Xiaomo, do you know why I want you to stay here as long as possible?”

Xiao Mo nodded and said: “So that I can take advantage of the situation to fill in a certain kendo.”

The old temple master squinted his eyes and said, “You don’t want to? I’m ready. Even if Bai Ye returns to Xuandu Temple at this moment, I can let Bai Yujing stay there until the sword questioning is over.”

Fu Xuanjie felt a great pressure, almost suffocated, his breathing was difficult, like a fish on the shore.

What, your friend turned against you?

Xiaomo nodded and said, “Not happy.”

The old Guanzhu was furious, and said sternly: “Fellow Daoist! You should think clearly, this is very likely your only chance to become a pure sword cultivator in the fourteenth realm in this life!”

Xiao Mo asked back: “So what?”

Fu Xuanjie’s scalp was numb.

Although she couldn’t hear the heartfelt words of the two seniors, in this fight between the gods, if either party sneezed casually, it might make her body disappear and her soul fly away.

The old temple master sneered and said: “Fellow Daoist, you are not like you anymore. I have stayed with Chen Ping’an for a long time. The good ones don’t learn from the bad ones, and only learn the benevolence of women!”

The old temple master waved his hand, and the mist filled the air, creating a picture scroll of mountains and rivers. It was a gathering place for refugees in the blessed land of lotus roots. There was a young man who was a tortoise in that brothel. He described it as wretched, bowing his head to the guests. , “See, this guy has been hiding here for many years. He comes from the barbaric Chongguang lineage, but he is a genius of the talisman. Duke can be cured, but he has tampered with all the latest editions of books in recent years. How can the disciples of the Jiang family stationed here be on guard? Skin debris, this guy has his own secret technique to blame Chen Pingan, and hundreds of thousands of refugees are waiting for the Luopo mountain, starving for thousands of miles, and the people are dying. All the causes and effects will fall on him alone! It’s not possible, even if Chen Ping’an was cautious enough. Before the millions of refugees returned to their hometown in Tongyezhou, they failed to catch the clues of Chen Ping’an. This guy can also take a step back and pass these causes and effects on to a female nun who traveled far away in the Fox Country , in the end, at least half of it has to be counted on Luoluoshan.”

 

Wilderness Jia Shenzhang is recognized as the most unprovocative one in the sixty army tents, just because Jia Shenzhang once owned five sword fairy embryos, and they competed with each other for their backers and backgrounds, one was stronger than the other, Tan is the disciple of the great demon Yangzhi Zhu Xie is Liu Cha’s only disciple, Liu Bai is Wenhai Zhoumi’s direct disciple, Yu Si is called a son by Concubine Fei, and Li Zhen is the closed disciple of Tuo Yueshan’s patriarch, who belongs to Fei Ran who is temporarily added to the account. He is Qie Yun’s only junior, and later the co-lord of the wild.

And this young monster monk hiding in the blessed land of lotus roots was born in a seemingly inconspicuous Guiyou Tent with even less remarkable overall combat achievements.

But it is a place where heretics and weird and evil spirits gather together.

A total of sixty military tents have been set up in the wild world, led by the Jiazi tent. Over there, there are either thrones or old monks in the Ascension Realm.

For those who landed on Tongyezhou, Concubine Fei was in charge of the Guihai Tent, and Yuan Shou, the patriarch who moved the mountain, was in charge of the Jiyou Tent.

Ji Wei Zhang is the ruler of the Sword Immortal who is in charge of the overall situation. I heard that she has given credit to one of the ten young people in the world. It’s just that she didn’t do anything serious from the beginning to the end.

Only the Guiyou Tent has neither great monsters in town nor impressive military exploits.

But it was precisely this barbaric military tent that left behind some monks of the monster race either on its own initiative or as a last resort, and the most critical nails have not been pulled out by Tongyezhou so far.

Xiao Mo asked suspiciously, “You mean, are you using this to threaten me to stay in Qingming Tianxia?”

The old temple master smiled and asked, “Why not?”

Xiao Mo glanced at the blessed place, and said calmly: “Death. It’s none of my business. This kind of karma is separated by several layers. If one layer comes, I will cut off one layer with a sword.”

The old temple master stroked his beard and said, “If you say a thousand words and ten thousand, you trust Chen Pingan’s methods so much?”

Xiao Mo nodded.

The old temple master squinted his eyes silently, his expression indifferent.

Xiao Mo was indifferent.

The old temple master smiled suddenly, and took out a rolled-up copybook from his sleeve, “As expected of a fellow Taoist, if it’s done, I won’t keep you close. Daoist Sun has something to ask you and me. It doesn’t matter if you open it or not, trust me.” You understand his intentions. Why don’t you guess, what four words are written behind the words “I invite fellow Taoists”?”

Xiao Mo didn’t bother to guess, and opened the copybook directly. After inviting fellow Taoists, there were indeed four words, “Higher and farther”!

Central part of Tongye Island.

In a cave on a secluded mountain top, it is a place where birds don’t **** in a small country under the vassal state.

A man and two women lit a fire here, and one of the slender girls stretched out her hands to warm herself and asked with a frown, “What’s going on?”

All of a sudden, the man who was bleeding from his seven orifices and his face was covered in blood cursed viciously, “The problem is that I don’t even know what’s going on!”

A precious and abnormal substitute talisman was hit for no reason, and the talisman shattered on the spot.

And for some reason, Dao Xin has been fluctuating recently. If he said that he was worried about and held grudges by that young hermit, of course he was prepared for it. He did these things to disgust the other party.

But for some reason, he sensed two unusual moods one after another. The first one, like a raging river rushing towards his face with big waves, but his intuition told him that as long as he is lucky, he can’t avoid it, just avoid the edge temporarily.

After all, his luck has never been bad.

But the second one made him even more worried. It was not aggressive, like… a poisonous snake was hiding in the shadows, and it was already eyeing him.

The girl looked dull and said: “Don’t implicate me. I was arrested together. That guy named Wen is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He does things in a wild way. He doesn’t look like a scholar at all.”

He said with a smile: “How many of us, please, don’t fall into this guy’s hands, especially you, do you need me to help you tailor a talisman? With a bang, it’s like a firecracker. You can be a sword cultivator in the Immortal Realm, and if you are lucky, you can get Wen Shanzhang to be buried with you, and you can be a good companion on the road to Huangquan, which is not a loss.”

The girl continued to slowly cut through the palm of her hand with the blade, washed the knife with blood, and looked up at him, “Provocation again, don’t blame me for having a sword fight with you.”

At that time, Xizhuji Observation Platform, a scenic spot and historical site of Yuanju Sect in Tongyezhou, was here. I met my senior brother Qieyun who came later, and Jiashenzhang Yusi. Concubine Jing called the young swordsman “Young Master”, and a slender woman with hollow eyes and dull eyes, who looked weak and wore a short knife on her waist. According to Qie Yun, the girl’s nickname is Dou Kou, she is such a girl who walks in the rivers and lakes at the foot of the Haoran Mountain, and is likely to be molested by the prodigal son, but she is the chief culprit in the destruction of Yuzhigang and Yuanju faction. She ended up dead without a whole body, minced into meat, so at the viewing platform of the Yuanju faction, even Qie Yun, an old throne demon with a treacherous personality, called her “little aunt and grandma.” “, begging her not to kill indiscriminately.

Of course it’s not that Qie Yun is soft-hearted, but the face of those female Qi practitioners is something he likes and collects.

The girl promised to just cut off the girl’s head and leave it to Senior Qie Yun. As for those male monks, let Qie Yun leave it alone.

Although she wears a sword, she has always used it to kill people, and her methods are extremely cruel and ruthless, but she is a sword cultivator who hides her identity. sword. It’s a pity that Feijian’s natal supernatural powers can’t cover “fear”, otherwise she would have already reached the fifth realm, and might even be expected to be among the immortals.

The graceful young woman at the side hurriedly smoothed things over and said, “Stop arguing, the three of us are now going to die without anyone, so why be angry.”

Just talking about this, she couldn’t help complaining: “I regret it at the beginning, I regret it, I should learn from that young hermit official and accept it when he sees it. Qingyang, I blame you.”

The man smiled, “I can’t stand greed, it’s because my Dao heart is not strong enough, and blaming others is even more detrimental to my Dao heart. It’s so useless, how can I get into the upper five realms?”

For many wild monster monks, dao names and so on are all vain things. Anyway, you can take whatever you like, and no one cares, so it becomes not rare.

The female cultivator’s name is Xianzao, and she comes from the Xueshuang Department of Guanghan City. Guanghan City is one of the three sects of the great demon Feifei.

The woman complained to herself and said: “Oh, I used to think about warming Mr. Yu’s bed with my sister.”

Elder sister Yinsu, who works in the Wicker Department, has followed Concubine Fei back to the wild world, her luck is very good, maybe she will be the lord of Guanghan City in a few years.

However, Yangzhi’s wife and aunt were stopped by Liu Qi who had returned to Haoran at sea, and then arrested and imprisoned by the Confucian Temple, she still took pleasure in other’s misfortune.

The girl sneered and said, “It’s strange that Yu Si takes a fancy to these two trash who didn’t even enter Baijianxian.”

Xianzao lamented unceasingly, and said: “What’s the meaning of the nest?”

She reached out to collect a ball of flames, put it into her mouth and chewed it carefully, there was a creaking sound. There was a long silence, she was very sad, and asked a question, “Aren’t we looking for death by provoking that young hermit?” ?”

The girl said calmly: “Then be more careful, it’s just disgusting and disgusting to him, don’t look at him, once we meet him face to face, ten lives are not enough for him to kill him.”

 

Xianzao nodded vigorously. Under the Great Wall of Sword Qi, how did Li Zhen, the proud disciple of Patriarch Tuo Yueshan, die?

And the sword cultivators who applied for the account in Jia later set up an ambush to kill Chen Pingan alone, and the wild world knows the result.

It seemed that even Feiran made a move at that time.

Gou Ri’s scholar is really rich in the city, and he is more insidious than that kind of guy who has a bad stomach.

The man said with a smile: “Wealth and honor are in danger, as long as the few of us can return to our hometown alive, there will be a lot of wealth waiting for us to receive the reward.”

The girl remained silent, and put the blood-drinking dagger back into its sheath.

It is a correct choice to take risks and stay in Tongye Island. In a land of one continent, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the resentment is overwhelming.

But not long ago, for some reason, the weather changed, which caused her to sit back and enjoy the road of sword refining, and the effect was greatly reduced. This made her enter the Jade Realm within ten years, from a foregone conclusion to a

It really can’t… She glanced at the two guys who had fought side by side all these years.

The man sneered, “Can you kill me? Is Gao Yijing amazing?”

He raised his chin again, “It seems that she is not easy to kill.”

For example, Xianzao once said to Yu Si face to face, “I’m tired of killing”, which is not an invitation for credit.

If you don’t have any real skills, you can’t live today.

Searching mountains from one continent is no joke. Especially those monks from other continents who have evil intentions, spare no effort.

Xianzao asked curiously: “Qingyang, who is your preacher?”

The man said with a smile: “Heroes of poor people don’t ask where they come from, heroes of Kusano don’t need backing.”

The girl said: “I have always wondered how that young hermit could do the lettering. I can’t even imagine what he will be like a hundred or hundreds of years later.”

Just when Xianzao was full of smiles and wanted to tease her, just before she said a word and she hadn’t said it was safe, the man made a lightning move, grabbed her head and pressed it against the wall.

The girl didn’t even look at it, she just nodded and said, “It deserves it.”

Savage world.

A pair of senior sisters and younger brothers were walking on the deserted night road. Zhou Qinggao, as a younger brother, was asking the senior sister about some past stories about how the master taught him.

Temporarily losing Chunxiao, a female cultivator who is one of the celestial beings, is enough to fill in the vacancy. In fact, it is not a big problem. It would be a problem if Chun Xiao was imprisoned but remained in the wilderness all the time.

For some reason, Zheng Juzhong didn’t stop his disciple Gu Can from taking her to Haoran Tianxia.

And behind them, not far or near, followed a handsome middle-aged sword cultivator with a gentle smile.

It was Zhou Mi’s plan for many years and deliberately left it to the wild world.

That’s why there is an extra “half-truth, half-false” sword cultivator Zongyuan on the barren land.

Zong Yuan, Dong Sangeng, one before and one behind, were the most promising sword cultivators on the Great Wall of Sword Qi to follow the boss Sword Immortal to enter the fourteenth realm.

For thousands of years, the sword immortals who died in the battle of the Great Wall of Sword Qi followed one by one, but the ancestor who can be often mentioned by later generations of sword cultivators, Zongyuan is the first.

Liu Bai subconsciously lowered his head and rubbed his hands, and said slowly: “Mr. took us here back then. If I remember correctly, we will come across a village if we walk more than a dozen miles.”

Zhou Qinggao asked: “Is there a way?”

Liu Bai shook his head, “Without knowledge, it is a very common scenery. But the few of us were pleasantly surprised when we noticed the gentleman who deliberately put away his realm and cultivation base. I heard from the big brother Shouchen that at that time, the gentleman’s face The joy I feel may be even more joyful than the “Shuiyun Wen” with a total of more than 60,000 characters that Mr. created for the wild world back then.”

Once Haoran Jia Sheng, later wild and thorough, is regarded as the sea of ​​learning in the world, the Tuoyue Mountain in learning.

Collect disciples widely, teach without discrimination.

Moreover, Zhou Mi carefully cultivated every disciple, and only said that every young disciple who is a sword cultivator, without exception, will be among the later Tuoyue Mountain Hundred Sword Immortal Seeds.

Jia Shenzhang clogs, the closed disciple, is the only exception.

The big demon on the throne, Bai Ying, once asked Zhou Mi who was on the second throne, but at that time, Bai Ying didn’t know who she was.

So Bai Ying didn’t know that the question and answer between him and Zhou Mi was actually a question and answer.

“Mr. Zhou wants to be the master of culture and education in our world?” “Not enough.”

Liu Bai looked up at the sky.

Those who ascended to heaven and left with Master Zhou Mi were Jianxiu, Cai Ying, Tong Xuan, Tong Yin, Yu Zao, etc. They all belonged to the younger generation of Wen Hai Zhou Mi’s disciples.

Those who remained in the world were the first disciple, the minister, the female sword repairer Liubai, and the closed disciple Zhou Qinggao, who used to be Jiashen tent clogs.

According to the family rules established by the earliest master, all direct disciples who “have a name but no surname” need to wait until they break through the Great Wall of Sword Qi before they can choose a surname by themselves.

Between Shuchen and Zhou Qinggao, Zhou Mi still has a large number of personal disciples who can be called as intruders, whether they are obvious or hidden, as for how many people there are, probably no one knows.

Zhou Qinggao, senior brother Shouchen, and senior sister Liu Bai didn’t even think about getting together and finding out all the same sects. Since the husband did it on purpose, they don’t need to add to the snake.

Walking in the night, there are still some traces of mud ridges and ridges under their feet, and the undulating gleams of stars in the distance make it difficult to distinguish whether it is the phosphorescent fire in the tomb or the wandering fireflies.

Wen Hai Zhou Mi, who once brought this group of direct disciples including Shuchen and Liu Bai, went on a study tour to the wild land together before finally deciding to officially start the war.

Liu Bai said softly: “When Mr. saw the light, he took the lead and hurried forward, and finally got close. The Mr. holding a bamboo stick was so excited that he wrote a poem on the spur of the moment, and returned to the guest late at night. Walking in the mountains, cold and leaning on the fireflies gathering in the earth. The moon is dark and the muddy path is slippery in the village shop, and the bamboo window is slanted to leak the mending lamp. The poem has no name and no preface. It is not only the beginning of the poem, but also governs the whole. In fact, the meaning could not be more simple, but we students and disciples just listened and didn’t dare to ask a word.”

The bamboo stick in Mr.’s hand was solid. Leaving aside those who practice Taoism, the old man can use it as a crutch on flat ground, and he can use it as a trekking stick if he still has the strength to climb mountains.

“Even though we’ve stayed by Mr.’s side for many years, we, together with our senior brother, Shouchen, still don’t know what Mr. is thinking deep in his heart, and whether he will be sad.”

The “Zong Yuan” behind him finally spoke, and said with a smile, “It’s just a groaning of a literati and refined scholar. He has always been good at pretending to be a tourist from a foreign country, and collecting grievances and poems to ease the worries of letting go of ministers and expelling sons.”

“In the final analysis, it is Zhou Mi who hates this world, and is disgusted by all the stupid things that are not as smart as him. So don’t be complacent if you think you are his student, but your husband hides it well.”

“He only has a faint hope for himself, and he is completely disappointed with everything in the world outside of himself, so he feels desperate.”

“Zhou Mi wants to change the human world by himself. The first test is how to successfully ascend to the sky. The second test is how to confront the patriarchs of the three religions. It is estimated that the third test will be how to return to the human world and then ascend to the sky. .”

In the wild world, there are hundreds of thousands of mountains.

On the way there, Xie Gou deliberately stood on the bow of the ferry, opened his mouth wide, and barked because of an old blind man pulling the ferry.

The fox charm Wei Taizhen, who was already very close to Miss Xie, made up her mind to keep a distance from Xie Gou.

When passing by the Yulongzong, Xie Gou just gave a vague report, claiming to be the second enshrined of Luopo Mountain, and his own mountain master will come here as a guest soon, all fairies remember to prepare the fairy wine… Wow…

Xie Gou was squatting on the cliffside of the highest mountain, with her hands in her sleeves and her head bowed. Behind her were a few dilapidated thatched huts. The old blind man was miserable. He had no land and didn’t know how to enjoy it.

 

After all, Wei Taizhen doesn’t know the wilderness, she just thinks that the mountains are stretching here, and the weather is great.

The old blind man stood beside the girl in the ermine hat and asked, “Why are you wandering around grandly?”

Xie Gou said: “Men and women are in love together, you are a layman, you don’t even understand a fart, let me tell you a hammer.”

The old blind man said, “Isn’t it just wishful thinking?”

Xie Gou snorted, “It’s just nonsense to pretend to understand.”

The skinny old blind man with sunken cheeks twitched the corners of his mouth.

Xie Gou shifted his gaze slightly, looked at the dry toes inside the pair of straw sandals, retracted his gaze, and sighed, “Zhi, what on earth are you thinking, deliberately tossing such a scrawny virtue, thinking back to the past, saying To be honest, if you only talk about appearance, Chen Qingdu and the others are not worthy of carrying your shoes. Well, there is someone now, who is better than you in appearance and demeanor back then.”

The old blind man smiled and said, “Oh? Then it’s a pity not to sell your ass.”

Xie Gou screamed loudly, raised his head and stared, and said, “Old blind man, I warn you, don’t tell a big yellow girl about these things.”

“How many heroes in ancient times were misunderstood by the word love.”

Behind the back of the old blind man’s hands, he rarely sighed, “Now even the sword cultivator Bai Jing is no exception.”

Xie Gou asked with his heart, “I really don’t have a chance, how about meeting Zhou Mi face to face for a while?”

The old blind man was silent for a moment, “People who come out once or twice every ten thousand years are not just met.”

Xie Gou asked: “How about that Zongyuan?”

The old blind man said: “Just keep the pure heart of the sword. Humans are no longer human. It is more appropriate to treat him as a sword. Not all of them can be transformed into human beings with the four immortal swords. It is somewhat similar.”

Xie Gou stretched out a palm and shook it, “Zhici, don’t be in a daze, bring some drinks to treat the guests.”

The old blind man smiled, stretched out a withered arm with little flesh and blood, and was about to untie the rope in his crotch.

No alcohol, no urine?

Xie Gou cursed the three-character scripture, and said in a bad mood: “It’s okay, I’m afraid of you. It’s great to have a high realm. Just wait, next time you ask the sword if you don’t level tens of thousands of mountains, I will take your surname.”

The old blind man sneered and said, “Just because you want to enter the 14th realm? If you can succeed in Bai Jing, I’ll chop off this thing in the crotch and make it for you to drink.”

Xie Gou stood up, without the slightest casual look, and said solemnly: “What do you say? If you are only half a step away from crossing the threshold, why can’t you enter the fourteenth realm?”

The old blind man said: “People who cultivate the Tao, whoever is not stealing the way of heaven, someone who steals, lacks the means, and lacks the heart, will become the ascension state, and there will be robbers, the heart is bold, and it is called the fourteenth state.”

Xie Gou frowned and said: “Just talking nonsense, these nonsense, my mother figured it out ten thousand years ago, can you tell me something serious?!”

The old blind man said: “Then it is not difficult to borrow and repay, which is the meaning of the title of the fourteenth realm monk. You are one of the top ten people with the best qualifications I have ever seen. A Taoist priest of the same level, it is precisely because of this first-class talent to pay off debts that Zongyuan’s life and death are all in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and Bai has not become a pure sword cultivator. Manhuang got involved, and then Bai Ze drove him to sleep again. If Bai Ze hadn’t done this, you would have died long ago. That’s not right, it won’t be too early. You will meet Zhou Mi, you know he has been there for so many years Come on, travel all over the wilderness, besides planning, I have been looking for the best pair of swords in the world, no one is looking for you, so whether Bai Ze expected it or did it unintentionally, the result is that Bai Ze is saving you .”

Xie Gou wondered, “Is this related to my inability to take a step now?”

The old blind man sighed, “That’s why it’s not good for a Taoist priest to have too much aptitude and to reach the summit too smoothly. They all have to repay their debts. Bai Jing’s debt repayment is just half a step above.”

Xie Gou asked, “Where’s Xiaomo?”

For a pair of Taoist couples who have only cultivated for thousands of years to achieve the true fruit and the fateful mandarin ducks who have been sleeping together, one of them must be a pure sword cultivator in the fourteenth realm.

It’s written in a certain ghost novel in Luzhou, Beiju. It’s been written for a hundred years, and it’s been a thousand years of writing. She and Xiaomo have been together for more than ten thousand years.

The old blind man choked for a while, probably because he was disgusted by this woman, his throat moved slightly, he spit thick phlegm on the ground, and then walked away with his hands behind his back.

The good student made a hot pot in the house, and the old blind man stepped over the threshold and asked casually, “Do you want some dog meat for the bottom of the pot?”

As long as the disciple nods his head, he will capture that Nen Taoist who seems to be very majestic in Haoran Tianxia from Tongyezhou.

Li Huai shuddered, and cursed: “It’s the stove, I lost my appetite all of a sudden!”

The old blind man changed his words and said, “What other wild game do you want to eat?”

Li Huai said: “No need, I have all the ingredients ready, there are more than a dozen of them, try something new, it’s enough to eat.”

God knows if most of the masters will grab the heads of the monsters and come over to cut up the meat for fun.

The old blind man nodded, sat on the bench, picked up his chopsticks and poked the table, “Let’s go.”

Li Huai shouted towards the door: “Miss Xie, let’s start a team, let’s have hot pot together?”

Xie Gou just sat on the edge of the cliff, with his back to the thatched hut, stretched out his hand and waved, motioning for you to eat your food.

Mrs. Wei chewed slowly, and found that her son and the old man were squatting on the bench.

Li Huai asked vaguely, “Old blind man, Chen Pingan said that he is now in the Nascent Soul Realm. Isn’t it terrible that you cultivators have fallen?”

The old blind man said: “Generally speaking, a fall is not terrible. For example, it is nothing to fall to the Ascension Realm two times in a row, and it is nothing if the Nascent Soul falls all the way to the Dongfu. Relatively speaking, it is more terrible for Yupu to fall to the Nascent Soul, but For that kid, it’s nothing, maybe his ascension process was terrible.”

The old blind man once saw with his own eyes that young man who was neither human nor ghost, who was idle all day long at the head of the city and had nothing to do. He formed golden pills there and broke them for fun.

Mrs. Wei became more and more confused the more she listened.

Li Huai said bluntly: “Just tell me if and when Chen Pingan can return to the upper five realms.”

The old blind man chewed a piece of meat in a copper pot, nodded and said, “It’s delicious.”

Li Huai saw that he couldn’t ask anything, so he had to pick up a piece of meat for the old blind man.

The old blind man said from his heart: “Li Huai, back then in your hometown, you actually had a chance, and you had a great chance to stay until the end. As for Ma Kuxuan, Liu Xianyang, Gu Can, and Song Jixin, they all , but relatively eye-catching, in fact, the advantage has not been too great, after all, they have never really approached the height of half a one, but those few mediocre people who seem to be obsolete now, such as the Lu family who almost killed Liu Xianyang My son, I was the second to see that sissy man in the mountains, and there are a few lowly maids and servants in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, they all had a lot of opportunities back then.”

Don’t forget the two eyeballs that were gouged out by the old blind man himself.

Li Huai smiled, and said casually: “The road I walked, and then looking back on the road are all good things. If this is the case, what is there to be dissatisfied with? I think it’s good now, let me walk it again, I will You have to work hard to walk long distances, for fear of taking a wrong step.”

Well, you are worthy of being my first and last disciples! It’s just different from someone. That guy, after about thousands of years, finally reached a high level. Feeling unwilling, he changed his ways and spent all his time thinking about it. He didn’t hesitate to go through the long river of time hundreds of times, but he still couldn’t win by one Mud legs in Mud Bottle Lane. There were about thirty other times, he beat Chen Pingan to death early, but he still couldn’t win against other people, not to mention there were more cases, he was still beaten by that cautious mud bottle alley. The teenager was beaten to death with a backhand.

The reason why he knew these inside stories was not because the old blind man was in the fourteenth realm. It had something to do with it, but it didn’t have much to do with it.

There used to be a wild cat, squatting on the bench in the backyard of the pharmacy, because of old man Yang’s extrajudicial grace, in its eyes, it could see a courtyard, like a big incense burner.

 

The courtyard censer of Sishui Guitang is filled with densely clustered burning incense.

The old blind man nodded and said: “Good apprentice. After eating the hot pot, I will teach you some excellent swordsmanship and boxing. You don’t need to learn it. You just need to listen and memorize it and you will be able to succeed…”

“Stop it! If you keep chatting like this, I won’t miss the friendship between master and apprentice, old blind man, go down to the table and eat!”

“Okay, the sky is big and the earth is big, so you can eat the most.”

“Old blind man, I brought wine, how about we have a drink?”

“It’s nice.”

The old blind man took a sip of his drink, turned his head and looked outside, guessing that there was going to be a torrential rain that hadn’t been seen in ten thousand years.

I remember that not far from the white scene of the girl in the sable hat, there once was a down-and-out scholar from Haoran Tianxia, ​​who stood there, talking to himself like a fool.

“Young and energetic, unstoppable, read all the books, never forget, vowed to teach ancient and modern scholars, poets and poets who have not been able to, and resolutely not let the future generations let go.”

“Ask about ghosts and gods. From now on, you can ask me only about human affairs.”

“It’s decided. If you are thoughtful and careful, you can call it Zhou Mi.”

Going back to the market passages, Tianmu, tattoo traces, Shenxiang, Sunfall. The Confucian Temple has built three more ferry crossings for immortals, holding candles, walking horses, and land veins.

Relatively speaking, the three ferries are located in the northernmost part of the wilderness near the ruins of the Jianqi Great Wall, and the four passages connecting the two worlds of Haoran and wilderness are located in the hinterland of the wilderness further south.

Among them, in Shenxiang, there are talismans Yuxuan, Pei Bei, the national teacher of the Daduan Dynasty, Huolong Daoist and Baishang of Padifeng stationed here. Baishang returned to Beiju Luzhou because of the need for retreat.

In addition, Yu Xuan of Hedao Xinghe needs to sit outside the sky, so this place has successively added a wave of top-notch combat power, including Fengxue Temple Sword Immortal Wei Jin. Those who are not well-known, there is also Wang Wu, an unknown Taoist priest with the Taoist name “Zhengxing”, who is no different from Cao Rong, the heavenly king of Baopingzhou, and Xu Xie, the sword fairy of Jinjiazhou. They were all born after the war. The real swordsmanship and Taoism horrified the world. Just say that the young sword fairy Xu Xie has a nickname “Xu Jun”, which is no different from adding the suffix “Zi” to his surname.

And Wei Jin got a sword manual presented by the elder sword fairy himself, and the person who compiled this book was Zong Yuan.

But even so, it was the first time in many years that Wei Jin returned to the city and inherited Zongyuan’s four sword intents. It was the sword way that was clearly recorded in the book but made Wei Jin puzzled.

In a temporary simple thatched hut, Sword Immortal Fu Jin, who is Zheng Juzhong’s major disciple, came here in person and invited Wei Jin to be the chief worshiper of the Xiazong of his White Emperor City.

Of course, Wei Jin clearly rejected the matter.

Although it was expected, Fu Zhen still felt a little regretful, lifted the white bowl, took a sip of the wine, and drank it down with his head raised.

Not long ago, he persuaded Wu Shu, a martial artist at the end of Tongyezhou, to be the chief guest secretary.

Fu Mo has obsessive-compulsive disorder and plans to gather Qi practitioners from hundreds of schools in one sect at the same time.

Wei Jin smiled and said: “Drink as long as you drink, don’t drop the bowl, it’s a white porcelain bowl that I made with great difficulty.”

Fu Mo laughed and said, “I have to find the candidate sword repairer.”

Wei Jin asked: “Is that the sword fairy Xu Jun?”

Fu Mo nodded and said, “Because you and I, as well as Xu Xie, are very young, not just young.”

Wei Jin smiled and said, “It’s understandable.”

Fu Mo asked a very strange question, “Wei Jin, if you have a list of imaginary enemies in your mind, which ones are you least willing to fight against?”

Wei Jin shook his head and said helplessly, “No such thing.”

Fu Mo still refused to let go and said: “Talk about it, let’s serve the food and drink.”

Wei Jin said: “Tell me first?”

“I only have Master in my heart, and I dare not be an enemy even if I kill myself.”

Fu Mo raised the wine bowl, swallowed in one gulp, and said, “Change one by one, now it’s your turn.”

Wei Jin felt dejected and drank a bowl of wine.

Fu Jin laughed angrily, “She doesn’t count!”

It’s really weird, are you Wei Jin really so infatuated? ! Not even willing to cut off the red rope that he knew belonged to someone else?

Wei Jin was silent.

Fu Mo poured a bowl full of wine, so he had to say the name of another person, and drank the wine in one gulp, “Warrior Cao Ci.”

Wei Jin nodded, “Me too.”

Fu Mo knocked on the table with an empty bowl, “Please Wei Jianxian show a little sincerity!”

Wei Jin pointed to the north.

Fu Mo smiled and said, “Wei Dajianxian, are you playing charades with me?”

Wei Jin shook the wine bowl, and said in a deep voice, “Chen Pingan who left the Summer Palace on the Great Wall of Sword Qi and is not on Luopo Mountain.”

Fu Tan was a little surprised, thought for a moment, got up and said, “This trip is worthwhile.”

——

Up and down the mountain, the water and the sky, the dream and the dream, the host and the guest.

True and false, virtual and real, if there are no coordinates, in all directions, throughout the ages, I am in it, how to establish it?

Chen Ping’an somewhat understood the mentality of Lu Chen and Zheng Juzhong. To be precise, it was a personal experience, not an outsider’s sympathy for each other.

So I said to Liu Chicheng, “The wind and rain are boundless, my friend cherishes them”, not only to the two former fellow Taoists, but also to Chen Pingan himself.

Gu Can asked, “What’s going on?”

People who practice Taoism rarely have dreams.

Chen Pingan said: “Just now on the mountain, I wanted to take a rest in a bamboo building, but I had a strange dream.”

Liu Xianyang said with a smile: “What kind of dream, what a weird way, talk about it.”

If it was really the situation where the ghost hit the wall, it would be easy to talk about. Liu Xianyang, who is good at “dream interpretation”, can go to Chen Pingan’s dream to have a look.

Chen Ping thought about it carefully, rubbed the center of his brows, and said softly: “I’m in a daze, I can’t remember the beginning of the dream, in fact, it’s intermittent, and occasionally I know I’m dreaming, but it’s like a ghost pressing a bed, just can’t wake up Come on, even the intention to wake up is not strong. During the period, I used several methods to suppress the nightmare by myself, but it was not very effective, but there were no sequelae. I woke up with a start when I heard your shout, I believe the dream will last for a long time. The first dream scene I can still remember now is that when I was a child, I finished playing outside and came back home in the twilight, seeing my parents, but that home, But it’s not the ancestral house in Niping Lane. I can’t say which alley it is. Then I found a key on the ground that seemed to be lost by me. Neighborhood, the pattern of the entire hometown town has changed. Now that I think about it, those conversations and pictures are all fallacies and confusions that are very different from the truth. I had a meal at the home of an amiable old man in a nearby street. , Gu Can was also at the same table with me. As soon as I went out, I walked through a few alleys. In a certain alley, it rained heavily. The building is tall, and somehow it is in Taoye Lane, because I can see the peach blossoms on the street through the window, and then I sit in a wheelchair. I couldn’t turn my head, didn’t see him, but I knew he was tall, and then I tried to escape, and the house changed again, which was naturally unreasonable, because a patio appeared, but I didn’t think deeply in the dream, I jumped down from the patio, It’s like falling off a cliff. When I got downstairs, I found a house in all directions. No matter which direction you look at it, it looks exactly the same. When you look up and look at it horizontally, up and down and in all directions, they all form the same house pattern. So there is no way out. Then I dreamed of you, Liu Xianyang, dreamed that we were firing porcelain together at the mouth of the kiln, saw that sissy, sitting under the lamp and cutting red paper, he handed me the scissors, I I vaguely knew that I was already in my twenties at the time, so I asked him where the grave was, and he actually answered, saying that it was buried on the top of the hill closest to the town, and thanked me for visiting him several times. Afterwards, things got even more chaotic.”

Liu Xianyang asked: “During this period, did you dream of Mr. Qi and Miss Ning?”

Chen Pingan shook his head, “Not from beginning to end.”

Liu Xianyang nodded, “That’s right, deep down in your heart, although they are very important, they still don’t belong to the role of ‘keys’, and they are not the key to interpreting dreams, just because in your opinion, the relationship between you and them Reunion is the kind of dream come true that I couldn’t even imagine when I was young, but it’s not reliable. Fortunately, at least I can be sure that you are really dreaming, not being plotted by someone. ”

 

Liu Xianyang slowly said: “In the dark, whether you know it yourself or don’t know it, you are trying to disassemble and digest your entire life, and piece together a new story, so this ‘dream’ is just a ‘dream’ , as the dream maker, in the dream weaved by oneself, this is the “ancient” and “weird” of this strange dream. The past is the past, as if walking a new journey of life again, it is strange. ”

At this moment, Gu Can suddenly asked: “How can you be sure that you are not still in a dream?”

Chen Ping nodded and said: “Yes. I must still be dreaming, otherwise why would I come to see you. Even if you are so close to the truth, it’s a pity that I’m still dreaming.”

When Chen Pingan uttered these words, Liu Xianyang’s face changed into that of Chen Pingan, and so did Gu Can’s. After that, there were visions again.

Liu Xianyang, who looked like a boy, turned into a corpse, lying in Niping Lane. He had just been beaten to death, so he was alive and covered in blood.

Gu Can next to him became what he looked like when he was in Shujian Lake. It was also a dead body, but it was shriveled and old. Just a bench.

What Liu Xianyang who appeared in Niping Lane would say, and what thoughts Liu Xianyang would have after meeting Chen Pingan, were all foreshadowing and anticipation of Chen Pingan.

It’s like Gu Can deliberately throwing the melon seed shell into Song Jixin’s yard. Isn’t it a detail in the story written by Chen Pingan.

“At the top of the half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Zhou Mi once said that the reason why I can keep hope is because I have never really experienced despair. I don’t believe it.”

“If you don’t believe it, you have to prove it. If there is any possibility, you have to take precautions. Therefore, in this dream, Chen Pingan used a total of eighty long and short dreams, which are both infinitely closer to the truth and fanciful. More than 36,000 landscapes, buildings, and personnel scenes, all things that reach the boundaries of words and imagination, Chen Pingan used to be unable to think, dare not think, dare to think but can’t do it, and can’t do it if he lacks mental strength All things, good deeds, sages, perfect people, those who make up for one’s mistakes. Evil, hypocritical, absurd, corrupt, tyrannical, insidious. Do it all. Or be forced to watch all misfortunes happen , or take the initiative to do evil, vengeance will be vengeful, even seeing people murder on the road, leaving no one alive, the lifeless Luopo Mountain, just a few steps away is the dead body, and the entire town of my hometown is slaughtered by me. Well, some of them are caused by me, and I am powerless to change and remedy them. There are also tragedies caused by my own thoughts, tearing off the mask of hypocrisy, and intentionally combining those selfish desires, or failing to keep my Dao heart, going crazy, and indiscriminately killing people close to me. There are natural disasters and man-made disasters without warning, and I let me do it deliberately. The seven emotions are reversed, the six desires are rampant, and every ritual and music in Tongyezhou is destroyed. A complete defeat is a so-called good thing in the world, a matter of good fortune, **** for tongue, good learning will lead to official career, a wealthy family, farming and studying heirloom, or a powerful party, a blessing for the rich and unkind, three wives and four concubines, killing the emperor and becoming the emperor, three palaces and six There are countless concubines in the courtyard, or among the 14th realm of swordsmanship, and they kill through the entire Aquarius Island with their swords alone, leaving no one alive. The pure freedom of body and mind, good and bad, good and evil, purely follow one’s inclinations in cultivation, and walk in the two places waveringly. In the middle of the extremes, the various life styles of the four situations have been tried once, some even several times. Changed 27 identities, the prime minister who let the king rule, the military general who seeks to usurp the throne and sit on the dragon chair, and the butcher in the market . Or the good guy Chen Pingan who died in a hurry, thirty-five out of thirty, the villain Chen Pingan, who was inescapable from evil and couldn’t escape from the maze in the end. The rest are all withered, walking corpses, lonely ghosts wandering in the labyrinth, unable to seek death, unable to seek life, living would be better than death and unable to escape.”

“That Chen Pingan who is not free in a wheelchair, the tall weirdo I dare not look back at, turned out to be me.”

“The Tao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet tall. I still underestimated the demon. Wrong! I am the demon, Chen Pingan, yes, yes, you can. There is no exit from this maze.”

It’s like suddenly picking up a key on the ground and opening a heart lock.

The next moment, the scene suddenly changed.

This “Chen Ping’an” was in the white mist. After looking around, he couldn’t help jumping his feet and scolding: “Cui Chan, bastard, what’s wrong with teaching you, but I want to teach you to destroy your own Taoism, and no one else can do it.” Fuck you, you have a mother but no father to teach you, a lowly bastard, a thief, and you don’t learn well, even a person with perfect morals has done it, as well as a traitor full of evil officials and thieves, a rich family who is lazy and does not seek to make progress Weng has also become one, but he is still not satisfied. Do you have to come to the end of the world when the Fa-rectification is completely destroyed, and then you, a saint who comes out every ten thousand years, will be satisfied? You don’t know life and death, you don’t know the heights of the sky and the earth, you are really lawless, dare to use your name Moment?! Are you worthy? Chen Pingan, as long as you have a conscience, you should stop quickly… Please, let me out, or you will kill me and finish it all, please…”

It is useless to abuse endlessly, without pain or itching. If it is interesting, it is interesting, but if it is not meaningful, it is meaningless.

After all, he is not a real alien demon.

Its inner demon is like the pile of broken porcelain in the old porcelain mountain, which is a discarded and defective product.

Just because it is still mixed with a trace of humanity.

There are also a few “dao friends” who share the same illness and pity each other. One is the warrior of the eleven realms that Chen Ping’an figured out.

I am about to ask the ancestral family of the boxing fighter, the established exit of the maze is that this person wants to completely disperse the world’s spiritual energy with human martial arts, and personally create a brand new world without qi practitioners.

A Qi trainer who is mainly based on sword cultivation and supplemented by the knowledge of a hundred schools of thought walks two avenues and finally enters the fourteenth realm. Chen Pingan, a Qi trainer, ran amok with great freedom in several worlds where there are no fifteen realms of cultivation.

Just killed the female crown Wuzhou, and used the supernatural power of the dove to occupy the magpie’s nest, and succeeded in the ancient casting method. The exit path of this maze is to enter the fifteenth realm, ascend to the sky, destroy Zhou Mi, smash the ancient ruins of heaven, and rearrange the human world.

There is also an old man who is neither a Qi practitioner nor a martial artist. He guards an acre of land. He has studied and served as an official.

The last one is Zhou Mi, who “eats Chen Pingan”, and Chen Pingan, who is turned into a guest after Zhou Mi, stays away from the world, staring at all the joys and sorrows in the world from a distance, watching all the familiar relatives, friends, and enemies who have grudges, one by one. Died of old age, just guarding the ruins of the ancient heaven alone, just like the head of the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the past, only this time it lasted for 10,000 years.

One of the mental scenes here.

The heart demon “Chen Pingan” was tired of cursing, and he sighed heavily. The body of an ordinary master who has no realm, what he sees at this moment, can see the world in all directions at the same time.

On the one hand, three thousand ancient scholars, led by the most sage masters and later ten Confucian temple philosophers and seventy-two sages, traveled the world in a mighty way.

One side is like a certain dharma altar in a Buddhist kingdom, with Buddhist dragons and elephants, eminent monks, golden arhats, layer upon layer, gradually rising up, and finally there are four majestic bodhisattvas, and the higher Buddha standing upright.

On one side is the Taoist patriarch holding Baiyujing in his hands. In the 12th floor of the five cities, countless Taoist priests and immortals stand like blue cranes, and hundreds of spiritual officials stand on the blue clouds, surrounding and guarding Baiyujing.

On one side was himself “Chen Ping’an”, with a smile on his face and a tall figure that made it difficult to tell whether it was the real body or the dharma form. With his **** together, he stood in front of him, overlooking the demon who was as small as an ant.

The next moment, the size was reversed, the heart demon was as tall as all the mountains in the world, and his body was as big as a star.

Chen Pingan, the phantom in the green shirt with his fingers clasped together, raised his head, smiled and said two words, the thunder burst out loudly, with Tianxian in his mouth, and the words followed, “heretics.”

 

The lingering sound lingered, resounding through the heavens and the earth, as if the words “heteropathic” were uttered in millions of words one after another.

This heart demon shattered on the spot, turned into dust, scattered into the “search battlefield ruins” in the center of the maze, and merged into countless bones.

Pile up into mountains and build Jingguan. There are only 80 dreams in total, but “the same Chen Pingan” may have walked hundreds of times, or even 10,000 times.

A Chen Pingan with pure golden eyes was sitting on the top of the Bone Jingguan, shaking his head, he seemed dissatisfied with the current results, the progress was too slow, and he said to himself: “It seems that we have to replace a bottom line.” gone.”

The sixth-floor “maze” personally arranged, the state of mind is not uncomplicated, and as time goes by, the nine talisman avatars have seen and heard more and more. According to the content of the book, there are already more than 300,000 outsiders who have “formed” at the moment, and more than 2,000 people have been added recently.

Killing the thief in the heart is suicide one after another, killing all kinds of “Chen Pingan” and himself who can’t leave the maze.

Floating out of nowhere in a green shirt, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, the real Chen Pingan, who was transformed by a single mind, narrowed his eyes and said, “Have you stopped here?”

Facing the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm and the inner demons, there is no such thing as a “genius” for a cultivator.

Only the geniuses among geniuses, like Ning Yao and Yu Xuan with the talisman, can still wade through the water easily even if they face their inner demons directly.

Chen Ping can only… hard work can make up for one’s weakness.

Yu Xuan was on the top of the mountain at that time, and thought it was a joke from fellow Daoist Chen.

If the old man could witness this search battlefield site full of bones with his own eyes, he might sigh that what Chen Daoyou said was true and he really treated people with sincerity.

Chen Pingan in white clothes with golden eyes laughed at himself: “It’s almost enough, the old rules, just accept it when you see it. Pure martial arts here are more than tens of millions of punches, and sword masters have practiced swordsmanship and deduced the way of swords here for more than ten thousand years. , even those talisman internal messy means, have almost learned, just now the mind of this demon belongs to the best few among tens of thousands of us, and they all thought of the boundary of the maze, which is the word And the boundaries of thought. Pity.”

It’s a pity that the nine avatars have been watching people, things and books, especially the avatar of the Qi trainer who intentionally let his thoughts arise and doesn’t restrain his mind, his actions are like “opening up the world”.

Therefore, every current “Chen Pingan” can never touch the boundary.

The speed of time passing here is almost negligible, so this labyrinth cage with no exit, as long as Chen Pingan breaks the demons and enters the upper five realms one day, it will be… endless.

What’s more, it’s a pity that in the world of mind, all the swordsmanship, boxing, and talismans that Chen Ping’an has realized are all attics in the sky and the moon in the mirror. The realm of monks and warriors brought by this needs to be returned to nothingness Even some mysterious state of mind and Wufu mentality cannot be taken away. But it’s a pity, it’s not without benefits, on the contrary, the so-called pity of Chen Ping’an in white is just a big discount, he dislikes the hard work and the harvest is too unrewarding, he just said that some boxing moves are checked for omissions and repeated exercises to the level of proficiency. Another example is the painting of talismans. All the dozens of talismans that Chen Pingan can only say can be drawn and can be painted in the past can be said to have reached the extreme of a state of transformation, and even created more than a dozen large talismans. Ping An took back all his avatars and began to “really” draw these deduced talismans. Even if only one kind of talisman was feasible, it would be profitable if it was successfully drawn by Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan in Qingshan asked: “Can’t you cross the Jade Realm and Immortal Realm in one step?”

Chen Pingan in white sneered, “Dreams are naturally possible.”

There was a long silence, the world was silent.

He asked: “Gu Can really see that something is wrong with us?”

“I can see it, but he has faith in me,” he said.

“I think we’re scary.”

“So outsiders don’t know.”

“I think you are scarier.”

All the things, the past that “you” do not want to remember repeatedly, become “forgotten” one by one, and become the prison fence that strengthens the “I” that confines the divinity.

“Then don’t provoke me, don’t expect to separate from each other, and then try to turn the customer into the master. As long as you have this thought, we will know exactly what will happen in the end.”

He smiled and looked towards a place where the last key of the maze was located. The scene was the Mud Bottle Alley in his hometown, a child carrying a basket, and a grown-up self.

One big and one small, walking opposite each other, each went to one end of the alley.

On the child’s side, the vision outside the alley is dim. It may be that after dusk, it will be dark, or it may be dawn.

From Chen Ping’s side, you can see the scene outside the alley, occasionally lightning and thunder, heavy rain, muddy roads, occasional snowstorms, snow-capped, and moonlit nights, or broad daylight.

Chen Pingan said: “Then listen to you, and accept it when you see it.”

In the past, countless fire dragons wandered in the territory of the old Lizhu Cave. The reason why this phenomenon was “explained by Liu Xianyang” was that Chen Pingan felt that he should not stop at the jadeite realm.

And those majestic golden fire roads are where Chen Ping’an used to go.

Relieved, he yawned and said, “Then stop at Yupu?”

“Let’s fight for the bottleneck of the Jade Raw Realm. If you practice so hard, your Dao heart will be grinded by the heavens. The result is only to break the bottleneck of the Yuanying, which seems a bit unreasonable.”

Chen Pingan nodded and said, “Then create a few more selves, including betraying the Great Wall of Sword Qi as the last hidden official, meeting Feiran and Xiao Xuan, and starting a wild story.”

He said with a bitter face: “I have counted the rest. For deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, do you need to counterattack Haoran? If so, this is a big book!”

Chen Pingan said: “It’s good if you are happy. By the way, add one more, just now my own way of interpreting dreams is quite interesting, then add seven or eight more dreams, remember to reserve a few for him on the ground.” That’s the key, if you miss it, you can figure it out, and you have to let him remember it. As for the final maze exit he thought, the scene… just set it up like this, butterflies fluttering in the dream, Dao heart is clear and light, as for his The name is Zhou Zheng, dignified… It’s too sloppy, Zhou Zhuang? The name seems too common, so let’s call it Zhuang Zhou. Zhuang Zhou cried a lot when he saw Zhuangzi in the body of a butterfly. It’s a dream within a dream.”

He was gearing up, eager to try, “This idea is good, it’s relatively new, and it’s feasible!”

Chen Pingan reminded: “The book in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, if you think about those details again, their ending is placed seven or eight hundred years later, it seems that the book is still too short.”

He rolled his eyes and said, “Need you to say this?!”

Chen Ping said with a smile: “As long as you say ‘you’, it proves the need.”

He hesitated to speak. In fact, Chen Ping said that on purpose. He knew it, and Chen Pingan knew that he knew it. Definitely… the answer is all in yourself.

When he came, he just asked softly, “It’s better to refine words than to make sentences. Since you are so devout, and you can’t break the emptiness and nothingness, don’t be a monk.”

Chen Pingan couldn’t help laughing, “Every word and deed is burning incense in the temple, pointing out that worshiping Buddha in one’s heart is worshiping oneself, why bother to shave your head and escape into Buddhism.”

The ends of the world and the corners of the earth, the yin and yang of the avenues and the gloom, the most difficult to keep a good dream, broken by the crowing of the rooster, the guest’s eyebrows are sharp, his eyes are clear, and his heart is full of emotions, so he knows that reunion is not a human ability.

In the Lost Mountains, Chen Pingan in the green shirt opened his eyes, the sky turned pale, the night was over, the sun was about to rise, and the sky was shining brightly.

The teacher, whose alias is Chen Ji, was already walking on the country road from the residence in the neighboring village to the school, when he suddenly stopped and turned his head. There was nothing behind him, only the way he came from.

It was clear that the sky was cloudless, but Chen Pingan was walking on the road with an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, looking up from time to time, as if waiting for a downpour.

Walking and walking, as expected, the world waited for the patriarchs of the three religions to take a walk.

It’s raining.