Sword of Coming

Aquarius Island, Qingxing Kingdom south of Dadu.

A straw-shoe boy with a sword on his back, munching on the steaming bucket cake, stood on the edge of the crowded stage, not looking at the colorful actress with heavy makeup, only looking at the chopped pieces.

As night fell, in the mansion in the capital city of Yuxuan Kingdom, which was indeed often haunted by ghosts but not evil spirits, a Taoist priest finally got free after a busy day. He lit up the lamp and read some random books. There were two plates of "Xia Shu" side dishes placed on the table. This stall Wu Di, a well-known Taoist priest who told fortunes, was flipping through a book called "Tiangong Kaiwu". While reading, he chose the content he liked and read the two articles "Tao Cui" and "Hai Forging" over and over again. Twice, the Taoist priest read from the preface, full of energy, "Among all things..." "This book has nothing to do with the imperial examination, craftsmanship, fame and progress. Well, it is really well said. This is truly valuable." The wise master speaks for himself!" The woman's voice sounded faintly outside the window, and it was really impressive. "Then you still take it so seriously." The Taoist priest replied without any shame, "I am a private Taoist priest who imitated the behavior of going to Beijing to take the exam. What are you doing, scholar?" Later, the female ghost in a bright red dress stood by the window. She was the palace lady who was responsible for unboxing the pomegranate skirt for the empress in the past. She was really tired of listening, so she stood on tiptoes. , reached out and tapped the window paper with his fingers, asking the Taoist priest to read the "Qu He" that was so enjoyable just listening to it. The Taoist priest who was obsessed with money stretched out his hand to hold down the book and said that he would give him money. The female ghost was not willing to spend this unjust money, and her feet left her feet. The ground fluttered away.

There was a long evening drum in the temple. The middle-aged scholar who was copying scriptures stopped writing, shook his wrist, and turned to look outside the door. The old spider webs under the eaves were broken and fluttering. For no reason, he remembered what was written in a scholar's notebook. There was something in the Buddhist scriptures, and it was moving. Containing spirit, all have Buddha nature.

A small country secretary in the province, who had been the gentleman's book reader for a long time, sat on a high-hanging beam, looked down at an official who had finished his duty, and put on a heavy coat outside his official robe. Cotton clothes, I came here to pick out the few solitary books I liked, and looked around. There was no one around. In fact, there were only the subordinates who helped look out for the wind at the door. Whenever there was any movement, the subordinates who had received money would cough to alert the people in the house. Sir, after the official put the three books in his arms, he seemed to feel that something was wrong. The cotton robe would not be ironed enough and might expose his flaws, so he reluctantly gave up and put one of the ancient books back in its place and walked out of this place quietly. There was a library that had been in disrepair for a long time. When the subordinate staff locked the door, the civil servant looked back and thought that one day when he became a high official, he must ask the Ministry of Household Affairs to allocate funds to rebuild this place. He ordered the subordinate staff to be loyal to their duties and never let these things happen again. Rare books are carried home year after year by elegant thieves.

A young Taoist priest found a rough-looking knight-errant with a big beard and a sword. They met on a narrow road beside a stream in the mountains.

Yu Shiwu smiled and said, "It's easy to find."

The bearded wealthy man whose pseudonym was Chen Xian washed his face with water, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "The good Zhenwu Mountain will not wait, one of the ten young people from Aquarius Island who has a promising future, do you have to wade through the muddy water?"

Yu Shiwu said with a sad look on his face: "Master Chen Shan, I'll tell you the truth, your formation is really wonderful, I can break it boldly. I can't stop you from taking revenge on Ma Kuxuan, but I can make you lose less time." Go to the first level of support and try to fight for a chance of survival for Ma Kuxuan."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Not to mention what will happen to the Ma family in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, whether Ma Kuxuan will seek death on his own. Why don't we talk about how you leave after breaking the formation?"

Yu Shiwu answered the question, "As long as Master Chen is willing to keep Ma Kuxuan alive, I have some financial resources, including some gold and copper coins, and some ancient Taoist books, and I can give them to Master Chen."

Chen Ping'an stood up and asked with a smile: "You, who is his elder, are stingy and not generous enough. Is Ma Kuxuan's life so worthless?"

I was about to say something but stopped.

Chen Ping'an said: "Whether you can break the formation depends on whether you are looking for death. Whether you can break the formation depends on my talisman attainments. But these are small things and do not affect the overall trend. It's just that I don't care about Zhenwu Mountain and Fengxue Temple. These two ancestral palaces of military families have always had a very good impression. After all, your seniority in the mountain is listed on the genealogy of the Zhenwu Mountain Ancestral Master Hall. So I would like to advise you, please don’t worry about your head and body when doing things. Okay, let me say this. It’s over.”

The golden elixir earth immortal who looked like a ranger with a big beard raised his fingers towards Na Yu Shiwu and said, "Whether you break the formation or not, I will fight the younger one first tonight, and then I will ask the older one for a sword fight later."

Yu Shiwu asked doubtfully: "You want to implicate my master?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Why, you have already regarded me as a gentleman from the Confucian Academy? That will disappoint Master Yu, I'm sorry."

Yu Shiwu had a complicated look on his face. After confirming that Chen Ping'an was not bluffing at all, he sighed heavily and retreated to the next best thing, "Can I give Ma Kuxuan some final advice?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "There's nothing wrong with this. It's hard for gods to dissuade ghosts looking for death. Just go to the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, say ugly things, and persuade me to return. If you dare to reveal my methods, this account will also be recorded." It’s between you and your master.”

Yu Shiwu called the Taoist priest to thank Master Chen, and the Taoist priest disappeared out of thin air.

In Lotus Root Blessed Land, as the "Taoist"'s avatar of the talisman, he went near the Qihuachang Mountain Temple in Dieye Mountain and secretly carved on the cliff, "The folded leaves and high joints are all born from the thin end."

Then I found Huang Mian, the young emperor of Songlai Kingdom, and told him the answer in my heart, which was just two words, "middle".

At the source of a water vein in the territory governed by the Water God Songjian, he squatted down and gently placed a green bead into the gurgling stream. The bead hovered in the distance, just spinning slowly.

Finally, he returned to the Damu Temple of Qiuqi Lake. He moved a chair over and sat down at the same place where the last meeting was held. He thought about whether the problem was Wu Jiang, Yuan Huang, or the one who seemed to have rashly sacrificed an immortal rope. female nun.

Qingming is the world, Xuandu is watching.

Bai Ye appeared in Taolin, but could not find any trace of 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 owner only said a few parting words.

"Fat Yan, while you are making money by stealing peach pulp to make wine and making bookmarks from peach leaves, don't forget to practice your sword."

"Senior sister, please help me take a closer look at the peach blossoms next spring."

Xu Jun, a ghost from the Dachao Sect who has reached the perfection of the Ascension Realm, re-reads a book on a desk. The same person reads the same book at different times and in different moods, as if reading a new book.

Just talking about "Xu Wugui" written by Master Bai Yujing to teach Lu Chen, there was a sentence in it, "The one who is the emperor at that time" made Xu Jundao shocked and couldn't calm down for a long time.

In the Qingshen Dynasty, Fu Xuanjie, a female swordsman who had high hopes from the court, was sitting on a futon in the corridor, flanked by two extremely tall Taoist priests and a swordsman.

The old temple master asked from his heart: "Xiao Mo, do you know why I want you to stay here as long as possible?"

Xiao Mo nodded and said: "This will allow me to fill in the gaps in a certain sword path."

The old temple leader narrowed his eyes and said, "Aren't you happy? I'm ready. Even if Bai Ye returns to Xuandu Temple at this moment, Bai Yujing can let you stay until the sword questioning is over."

Fu Xuanjie felt a great pressure, almost suffocating, and had difficulty breathing, like a fish on the shore.

What, my friend turned against me?

Xiao Mo nodded and said: "Not happy."

The old temple master was furious and said sternly: "Fellow Taoist! You must think clearly, this is most likely your only chance to reach the fourteenth level of pure sword cultivation in this life!"

Xiao Mo asked back: "So what?"

Fu Xuanjie's scalp felt numb.

Although she couldn't hear the thoughts and words of the two seniors, in this fight between gods, a casual sneeze from either party might cause her body to disappear and her soul to disappear.

The old temple master sneered and said: "Fellow Taoist, you are not like you anymore. I have been with Chen Ping'an for a long time. I don't learn from the good ones and the bad ones. I only learned the kindness of a woman!"

The old temple master waved his hand, and the water mist filled the air, creating a picture of mountains and rivers. It was a refugee gathering place in Lotus Root Blessed Land. There was a young man who worked as a turtle in the brothel. He was described as wretched and was bowing his head to the guests. , "See, this guy has been hiding here for many years. He comes from the lineage of Savage Chongguang, but he is a wizard of Fulu. He is not a high level, he is Yuanying, but he has several vicious methods that complement each other. He can still be surrounded by ordinary plague gods. Du Ke can be cured, but he has tampered with all the latest editions of books in recent years. How can the Jiang family's descendants stationed here beware? If he succeeds, he will find some of Chen Ping'an's hair, essence and blood, and even Skin crumbs, this guy has his own secret method to blame Chen Pingan. Hundreds of thousands of refugees are waiting for him in the Desolate Mountain. They will starve to death for thousands of miles and lose their lives. All the cause and effect will fall on Chen Pingan alone! If it doesn't work, even if it doesn't work. Chen Pingan was cautious enough and failed to catch any clues about Chen Pingan before millions of refugees returned to their hometown in Tongyezhou. This guy could also take a step back and pass on the cause and effect to a certain female nun in the Fox Country who traveled far away. , in the end, at least half of it has to be attributed to Luo Luo Shan."

The Wilderness Jiashen Tent is recognized as the least provocative among the Sixty Military Tents, just because the Jiashen Tent once had five sword immortal embryos, and they competed for backers and backgrounds, each one was stronger than the other, Tan was the disciple of the great demon. , Zhu Ji is Liu Cha’s only disciple, Liu Bai is Wen Hai Zhoumi’s direct disciple, Yu Si is called the Young Master by Fei Fei, Li Zhen is a close disciple of Tuo Yueshan Patriarch, and Fei Ran is one of those who was temporarily added to the Jia Shen account midway. He was Qie Yun's only junior brother, and later the co-leader of the Wilderness.

And this young monster monk hiding in the Lotus Root Blessed Land was born in a seemingly inconspicuous Guiyouzhang, and his overall military achievements were even less remarkable.

But it is a place full of heretics and weird and evil spirits.

There are a total of sixty military tents in the wild world, headed by the Jiazi tent. Over there, there is either a throne or an old monk in the Ascension Realm.

When they landed on Tongyezhou, Fei Fei was in charge of the Guihai tent, and Yuan Shou, the Patriarch of Mount Moving, was in charge of the Jiyou tent.

Ji Wei Zhang is the Sword Immortal's chief minister who is in charge of the overall situation. I heard that she has also given several credits to one of the ten young people in the world, but she has not done anything serious from the beginning to the end.

Only in Guiyouzhang, there is neither a great demon sitting in charge nor any outstanding military exploits.

But it was precisely in this barbaric military tent that some demon monks were left behind, either proactively or out of necessity, and the most critical nails have not yet been pulled out by Tongyezhou.

Xiao Mo asked doubtfully: "Do you mean, fellow Taoist, to use this to blackmail me into staying in Qingming World?"

The old patron smiled and asked, "Why not?"

Xiao Mo glanced at the blessed land and said calmly: "Death. It has nothing to do with me. This kind of cause and effect is separated by several layers. When one layer comes, I will cut off one layer with my sword."

The old temple master stroked his beard and said, "It's true that you have so much trust in Chen Ping'an's methods?"

Xiaomo nodded.

The old viewer squinted in silence, his expression indifferent.

Xiaomo was indifferent.

The old temple leader suddenly smiled and took out a rolled-up copybook from his sleeve, "As expected of fellow Taoist, okay, I won't have any trouble with you. Taoist Master Sun has something to ask of you and me. It doesn't matter whether you open it or not. I believe it." You know what he means. Why don't you guess, what four words are written after 'please invite fellow Taoist'?"

Xiao Mo didn't bother to guess, so he opened the copybook directly. After inviting Taoist friends, he found four words, "Higher and farther"!

Central part of Tongyezhou.

In a secluded cave on the top of a mountain, it is a place where birds do not poop in a small vassal country.

A man and two women lit a fire here. One of the slender girls stretched out her hand to warm herself by the fire, frowning and asked: "What's going on?"

In an instant, the man was bleeding from all his orifices and his face was stained with blood. He cursed fiercely, "The problem is that I don't even know what's going on!"

A precious and unusual stand-in talisman was accidentally hit, and the talisman shattered on the spot.

And for some reason, Dao's heart has been fluctuating recently. If he was worried about and held a grudge against the young hermit official, he was certainly prepared for it. He did this just to disgust him.

But for some reason, he noticed two unusual emotions one after another. The first one was like a raging river rushing towards him, with huge waves rolling into the sky, but his intuition told him that as long as he was lucky, he could not avoid it and just avoid the edge temporarily.

After all, his luck has always been good.

But the second wave made him even more worried. It was not menacing, just like... there was a poisonous snake lurking in the darkness, and it had already set its sights on him.

The girl looked dull and said: "Don't let me get caught too. That guy surnamed Wen is not a fuel saver. He does things in a very wild way. He doesn't look like a scholar at all."

He smiled and said: "The rest of us must not fall into the hands of this guy, especially you. Do you need me to help you tailor a talisman? There was a bang, like a firecracker, before you die. You can be a sword cultivator in the Immortal Realm, and if you are lucky, you can be buried with Wen Shanchang, who will be a good companion on the road to hell, so it’s not a loss.”

The girl continued to slowly cut the palm of her hand with the blade, washed the knife with blood, raised her head and glanced at him, "If you provoke me again, don't blame me for having a sword fight with you."

Back then, at a scenic spot of the Tongyezhou Yuanju sect, Xizhuji Water Viewing Platform, Fei Ran met his senior brother Qie Yun, who arrived later, and Jiashen Zhang Yusi. This was a place that could make Fei Ran There is a young swordsman who the concubine respectfully calls "Young Master", and a slender and thin woman with hollow eyes who looks frail and wears a short sword at her waist. According to Qie Yun, the girl's nickname was Daukou. She was a girl who might be teased by a libertine while walking in the rivers and lakes under the Haoran Mountain, but she was the culprit for the destruction of the two great immortal houses of Yuzhi Gang and the Enemy Sect. She met the miserable end of being dead and minced into pieces, so at that time at the water viewing platform of the Yuanju sect, even Qie Yun, a great demon of the old throne with a weird personality, had to call her "little aunt" ", begging her not to kill indiscriminately.

Of course it's not that Qie Yun is soft-hearted, but the faces of those female Qi practitioners are his favorite things and he likes to collect them.

The girl then promised that she would just chop off the woman's head and leave it to Senior Qie Yun. As for those male monks, just leave Qie Yun alone.

Although she wears a sword, she always uses it to kill people, and her methods are extremely cruel and ruthless. However, she is a swordsman who hides her identity. Her natal flying sword is called "Li Gui", which can absorb emotions such as hatred and resentment, so killing people is a form of training. sword. It's a pity that Feijian's natal magical power cannot cover "fear", otherwise she would have already reached the fifth realm, and she might even be expected to become an immortal.

The graceful young woman on the side quickly smoothed things over and said, "Stop arguing. If any one of us is missing, we will be dead. Why should we be upset?"

But when she said this, she couldn't help complaining: "I regret that I regretted it at the beginning. I should have learned from that young hermit official who just accepted it when he saw a good situation. Qingyang, I blame you."

The man smiled and said, "If you can't stand the troubles of greed, it's because your Taoist heart is not strong enough. If you blame others, it's even worse. If it doesn't help, how can you reach the upper five realms?"

For many monks from the wild demon race, Taoist names and so on are just vain things. Anyway, you can take whatever you like, no one cares, and it becomes less rare.

The female cultivator's name is Xian Zao, and she comes from the Xueshuang tribe in Guanghan City. Guanghan City is one of the three sects of the Great Demon Fei Fei. In terms of seniority, Xian Zao can call Fei Fei the Supreme Patriarch, but she doesn't dare.

The woman felt sorry for herself and said, "Oh, I used to think about warming Mr. Yu's bed with my sister."

My sister Yinsu, who works in the Wicker Department, has returned to the wild world with Concubine Fei. Her luck is very good, and she might become the lord of Guanghan City in a few years.

However, the old aunt Yangzhi was very happy to be stopped by Liu Qi who returned to Haoran at sea, and then arrested and imprisoned by the Confucian Temple.

The girl sneered, "It's strange that Yu Si can take notice of two losers who haven't even entered the Hundred Sword Immortal."

Xian Zao lamented endlessly and said, "What's the point of being in a nest?"

She stretched out her hand to collect a ball of flame, put it into her mouth and chewed it carefully, and there was actually a crunching sound. After a long silence, she was filled with sorrow and asked a question, "Aren't we looking for death if we take the initiative to provoke that young hidden official? ?”

The girl said calmly: "Then be more careful. He is just disgusting and disgusting. Don't look at him. Once we face him face to face, the ten lives of us together will not be enough to kill him."

Xian Zao nodded vigorously. How did Li Zhen, the proud disciple of the Great Patriarch of Tuoyue Mountain, die under the Great Sword Qi Wall?

Later, the sword cultivators of the entire Jia Shen tent carefully set up an ambush to surround and kill Chen Ping'an. The result was known to all the wild world.

It seems that even Fei Ran took action at that time.

The stupid scholar is really deep-seated, and his calculations are even more sinister than that kind of bad guy.

The man smiled and said: "Wealth is found in danger. As long as a few of us can return to our hometown alive, there will be a fortune waiting for us to collect the reward."

The girl remained silent and put the dagger that drank blood back into its sheath.

Taking risks and staying in Tongyezhou was the right choice. In a continent, mountains and rivers are broken, and resentment is overwhelming.

But not long ago, for some unknown reason, the weather changed, causing her to enjoy the success of her sword refining journey, but the effect was greatly reduced. This allowed her to reach the Jade Pu realm within ten years, from a foregone conclusion to a

It really didn't work... She glanced at the two guys who had fought side by side over the years and advanced and retreated together.

The man sneered, "Can you kill me? Is it amazing to be in the first level of higher education?"

He raised his chin again, "She doesn't seem to be easy to kill."

For example, Xian Zao once said to Yu Si face to face, "I'm tired of killing." This was not a request for credit.

If you don't have any real ability, you won't be able to survive today.

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

Xian Zao asked curiously: "Qingyang, who is your preacher?"

The man smiled and said: "A hero from a poor family does not care about his origin, and a hero from the grassland does not need a backer."

The girl said: "I have never understood how that young hermit official could carve words. I can't even imagine what his state will be like hundreds of years later."

Just when Xian Zao was about to make a joke with a smile on her face, and when she had just said a Chen word and had not yet said peace, 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, "You deserve it."

The wild world.

A pair of senior sisters and junior brothers were walking on a deserted night road. As a junior brother, Zhou Qinggao was asking his senior sister Liu Bai about some past deeds about how his master taught him.

The female cultivator Chunxiao, who has temporarily lost one of the heavenly stems, will just need to be replaced by someone else to fill the gap. In fact, it is not a big problem. It would be a problem if Chunxiao was imprisoned but still in the wilderness.

For some reason, Zheng Juzhong did not stop his disciple Gu Can from taking her to Haoran Tianxia.

Behind them, not far away, followed a middle-aged swordsman with a handsome appearance and a gentle smile.

It was a backhand that had been carefully planned for many years and deliberately left to the wild world.

Only then did a "half-true, half-false" Sword Cultivation Zongyuan appear on the wild land.

Zong Yuan and Dong San Geng, one after the other, were once the most promising sword cultivators in the Great Wall of Sword Qi to follow the boss Sword Immortal and reach the Fourteenth Realm.

Over the past ten thousand years, the sword immortals who died in the Great Sword Qi Wall have followed one after another, but the ancestor who can be often mentioned by future generations of sword cultivators is Zong Yuan.

Liu Bai subconsciously lowered his head and rubbed his hands, exhaled, and said slowly: "My husband took us through here back then. If I remember correctly, if we go a dozen miles further, we will encounter a village."

Zhou Qinggao asked: "Is there any way?"

Liu Bai shook his head, "Without knowledge, it is a very ordinary scenery. But we all noticed that the gentleman who deliberately put away his realm and cultivation back then was very surprised. I heard from senior brother Shouchen that the look on the gentleman's face at that time The joy I feel is probably even greater than when my husband created the 'Shuiyunwen' with a total of more than 60,000 words for the wild world."

The once awe-inspiring Jia Sheng, who later became the barbarian and meticulous, was regarded as the sea of ​​learning in the world and the Tuoyue Mountain in the matter of knowledge.

Recruit a wide range of disciples, teach them all.

Moreover, Zhou Mi carefully cultivated every disciple, saying that every young disciple who was a sword cultivator, without exception, was among the seeds of the Hundred Sword Immortals of Tuoyue Mountain.

Jiashenzhang clog, this closed disciple, is the only exception.

The Great Demon of the Throne, Bai Ying, once asked Zhou Mi who was the second highest throne person, but at that time, Bai Ying did not know who she was.

So Bai Ying didn't know that the question and answer between him and Zhou Mi was actually a self-question and answer session.

"Mr. Zhou, do you want to be the master of culture and education in our world?" "That's not enough."

Liu Bai looked up at the sky.

Those who followed Master Zhou Mi to the sky were all Jianxiu, Caiying, Tongxuan, Tongyin, Yuzao, etc. They all belonged to the younger generation among Wenhai Zhoumi's disciples.

Those left in the world are the first disciple Shou Chen, the female swordsman Liu Bai, and the closed disciple Zhou Qinggao, the former Jiashen tent clog.

According to the sect rules established by Mr. Ji, all direct disciples with "names and no surnames" need to wait until they break through the Great Wall of Sword Qi before they can choose a surname of their own.

Between Shou Chen and Zhou Qinggao, Zhou Mi actually had a large number of direct disciples who could be said to have entered the palace, either explicitly or implicitly. As for how many there were, no one probably knew.

Zhou Qinggao, his senior brother Shou Chen, and his senior sister Liu Bai didn't even think of gathering together and finding all their fellow disciples. Since Mr. Zhao intended to do this, there was no need for them to add any unnecessary extravagance.

Walking in the night, there were still traces of ridges and mud ridges under their feet, and the undulating glimmers of stars in the distance could not be distinguished from the phosphorus fire in the tombs or the wandering fireflies.

Wenhai Zhoumi, this group of direct disciples, including Shou Chen and Liu Bai, once took a study trip to the wild land together before they finally decided to officially start the war.

Liu Bai said softly: "When Mr. saw that light, he took the lead and hurried forward, and finally got closer. The Mr. holding the bamboo stick was so excited that he improvised a poem and wrote a poem to return home late at night. Walking on the road, the cold firefly gathers in the soil. The moonlight in the village shop is dim, the mud path is slippery, and the bamboo window leaks at an angle to repair the clothes. The poem has no name and no preface. It is composed of two disconnected words "night" and "return". It is the beginning of the poem, and it also governs the whole article. In fact, the meaning couldn't be simpler, but we students and disciples just listened and didn't dare to ask a single word."

The bamboo cane that Mr. Wang held back then was solid. Leaving aside those who practice Taoism, it could be used as a walking stick for an old man on flat ground or as a hiking stick if he still had the energy to climb mountains.

"Even if we have been by your side for many years, together with our senior brother Shouchen, we still don't know what he is thinking deep down in his heart and whether he is still sad."

The "Zong Yuan" behind him finally spoke and said with a smile: "It's just the innocent moans of a refined scholar. He has always been good at pretending to be a traveler from a foreign country, and he condensed his poems about family grievances to express the worries of abandoning his ministers and expelling his sons."

"In the final analysis, it is Zhou Mi who hates this world, and he is even more disgusted by all the stupid people and stupid things that are not as smart as him. So don't be complacent just because you think you are his student. It's just that you husband hides it well."

"He only has a vague hope for himself, and is completely disappointed with everything in the world outside himself, so he feels despair."

"If Zhou Mi wants to change the human world by himself, the first level will be how to successfully ascend to heaven. The second level will be how he will confront the founder of the three religions. It is estimated that the third level will be how to return to the human world and ascend to heaven again. .”

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

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

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

When passing by Yulong Sect, Xie Gou made a vague announcement, claiming to be the second worshiper of Luolu Mountain. The owner of the mountain will be a guest in the near future. Fairies, remember to prepare the fairy brew... Wow wow wow...

Xie Gou squatted on the edge of the highest mountain, with her hands in her sleeves and her head drooped. Behind her were several shabby thatched huts. The old blind man was miserable, and he had no land, and he didn't know how to enjoy it at all.

After all, Wei Taizhen didn't know the customs of the wilderness. She only felt that the mountains here were stretching and the weather was great. But she didn't know that this was the Hundred Thousand Mountains that had cut off a large area of ​​the wilderness.

The old blind man stood next to the girl in the mink hat and asked, "Why are you wandering around like this?"

Xie Gou said: "When it comes to love between men and women, you are just a layman. You don't even understand anything. I'm telling you a hammer."

The old blind man said: "Isn't it just wishful thinking and sleepless nights?"

Xie Gou snorted, "Pretending to understand is bullshit."

The old blind man with sunken cheeks and skinny bones twitched his lips.

Xie Gou shifted his gaze slightly and looked at the withered toes inside the pair of straw sandals. He looked back and sighed, "Zhici, what on earth do you think, deliberately torturing such a skinny character? Thinking back to those days, you said To be honest, if we only talk about appearance, Chen Qing, none of them, is even qualified to carry your shoes. Well, there is someone now who is even better than you in appearance and demeanor."

The old blind man smiled and said, "Oh? It would be a pity not to sell your butt then."

Xie Gou screamed, raised his head and glared: "Old blind man, I'm warning you, don't tell a yellow-flowered girl that she has these things."

"Many heroes in ancient times were mistakenly practicing because of the word "love"."

The old blind man put his hands behind his back and said with a rare sigh, "Now even the sword cultivator Bai Jing is no exception."

Xie Gou asked in his heart: "I really don't have a chance to meet Zhou Mi face to face?"

The old blind man was silent for a moment, "You can't just see a person who appears once every ten thousand years."

Xie Gou asked: "What about Zong Yuan?"

The old blind man said: "As long as the pure heart of the sword remains, the human is no longer human. It is more appropriate to regard it as a sword. It is similar to the four immortal swords that can be transformed into human beings. Not entirely, but somewhat similar."

Xie Gou stretched out a palm and shook it, "Zhici, don't be stunned, bring some drinks to entertain the guests."

The old blind man laughed, stretched out a withered arm that was almost fleshless, and was about to untie the crotch rope.

There is no alcohol. Do you want to drink urine?

Xie Gou cursed the Three-Character Sutra and said angrily: "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you. High realm is great. Just wait. Next time I ask if the sword will flatten tens of thousands of mountains, I will take your surname."

The old blind man sneered: "You want to reach the Fourteenth Realm? If Bai Jing can do it, I will chop off this thing from my crotch and make it for you to drink."

Xie Gou stood up, no longer looking casual, and said solemnly: "What should I say? If you can cross the threshold in only half a step, why can't you be among the Fourteenth Realm?"

The old blind man said: "Those who practice Taoism are not stealing the way of heaven. Some people steal because their methods are not enough and their character is not enough, so they become the ascension state. Some people are robbers and have a bold heart, so they are called the fourteenth state."

Xie Gou frowned and said: "It's all nonsense, these empty truths. I figured it out ten thousand years ago. Fellow Daoist of the Temple of Laofan, can you say something serious?!"

The old blind man said: "Then it is not difficult to borrow again and again, which is also the meaning of the question for monks in the Fourteenth Realm. You are one of the ten most qualified people I have ever seen, and you are the same as the later swordsman Zongyuan and Bai Ye. A high-level Taoist priest, precisely because of the repayment of this first-class talent, Zong Yuan's life and death were on the Great Sword Qi Wall, Bai Ye failed to become a pure sword cultivator, and you, Bai Jing, conquered the world back then, and you and After getting involved in the wilderness, 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 have to know that he has been there for so many years. Come, travel across the wilderness. Apart from planning, you have actually been looking for the best sword-cultivating body 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: "Does this have anything to do with my inability to take a step forward now?"

The old blind man sighed, "So it is not good for a Taoist priest to have too much qualifications or to reach the top of his practice too smoothly. He has to pay off his debts. Bai Jing's debt repayment is just half a step above this."

Xie Gou asked: "Where is Xiaomo?"

For a pair of Taoist lovers who have been sleeping together for thousands of years, one of them must be a pure sword cultivator in the Fourteenth Level.

It was written in a novel about ghosts and monsters in Luzhou, Beiju, that after a hundred years of cultivation, they were able to travel on the same boat and a thousand years of cultivation, and they were able to sleep together on the same bed. She and Xiaomo had been together for more than ten thousand years.

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

The good disciple made a hot pot in the house. The old blind man crossed the threshold and asked casually: "Would you like some dog meat for the bottom of the pot?"

As long as the disciple nodded, he would grab the young Taoist from Tongyezhou who seemed to be very majestic in the world.

Li Huai shuddered and cursed: "It's too late, I lost my appetite all of a sudden!"

The old blind man changed his mind and said, "What other wild game would you like to eat?"

Li Huai said: "No, no, no, I've prepared all the ingredients. There are more than a dozen of them. Just try them, it's enough."

God knows if most of these masters will casually grab the demon clan and come over to cut the meat and cook it.

The old blind man nodded, sat on the bench, picked up his chopsticks and poked the table, "Let's start."

Li Huai shouted toward the door: "Thank you, Miss, let's get together. Let's have hot pot together?"

Xie Gou just sat on the edge of the cliff with his back to the hut, stretched out his hand and waved it, gesturing for you to eat yours.

Wei Taizhen chewed slowly and found that her young master and the old man were both 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 into this realm?"

The old blind man said: "Generally speaking, falling down is not terrible. For example, falling down to two realms in succession from Ascension realm is nothing, and Nascent Soul falling all the way to Cave Mansion is nothing. Relatively speaking, falling from Yu Pu to Nascent Ying is more terrifying, but For that kid, it’s nothing, maybe his ascension process was terrifying.”

The old blind man once saw with his own eyes that young man who was neither a human nor a ghost. He had nothing to do at the top of the city all day long, just making and breaking golden elixirs for fun.

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

Li Huai said bluntly: "Just tell Chen Pingan if and when he can return to the Upper Five Realms."

The old blind man chewed a piece of copper pot-shabu-shabu meat, nodded and said, "It's delicious."

Seeing that Li Huai couldn't ask anything, he had to give the old blind man a piece of meat.

The old blind man said in his heart: "Li Huai, in your hometown back then, you actually had a chance, and you had a great chance of staying until the end. As for Ma Kuxuan, Liu Xianyang, Gu Can, and Song Jixin, they , but it is relatively eye-catching. In fact, the advantage has never been too great. After all, it has never really come close to the height of half a person. Instead, it is those mediocre people who seem to be missing from the crowd now, such as the Lu family who almost killed Liu Xianyang. My son, I saw that effeminate man second in the mountains, as well as several low-status maids and servants from 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 path I took, and then I looked back and saw that there were good things on the road. In this case, what is there to be dissatisfied about? I think it's good now. If I were to walk it again, I would You have to walk a long way with all your strength, for fear of taking a wrong step."

Well, you are worthy of being my first and last disciple! It's just different from someone else. That guy, probably after thousands of years, finally reached a high level. He was unwilling to accept it, so he changed his mind and tried his best, even if he went through the long river of time hundreds of times, he still couldn't win. The Mud Legs of Mud Bottle Alley. There were about thirty other times, but he beat Chen Ping'an to death early, and still couldn't win against the other people. What's more, there were more situations where he was beaten to death by the cautious Mu Ping Alley, regardless of whether he calculated it mentally or not. The boy was beaten to death with a backhand.

The reason why he knows these inside stories is not because the old blind man is in the Fourteenth Realm. It has something to do with it, but it has little to do with it.

There was once a wild cat squatting on the bench in the backyard of the medicine shop. Because of Old Man Yang's extravagant mercy, in its eyes it could see a patio, like a big incense burner.

The patio incense burner in Sishui Guitang is filled with burning incense densely clustered together.

The old blind man nodded and said: "Good disciple. After finishing the hot pot, I will teach you some excellent swordsmanship and boxing techniques. You don't need to learn them. You just need to listen and remember them and you will be able to succeed..."

"Stop! If we keep chatting like this, I will no longer care about the master-disciple relationship. Old blind man, get off the table and eat!"

"Okay, the sky is big and the earth is big, the best thing is to eat when you are full."

"Old blind man, I brought wine, can we have a drink?"

"This is a good thing."

The old blind man took a sip of his drink and turned his head to look outside, guessing that it was going to rain torrentially, the likes of which had never happened in ten thousand years.

I remember that not far from the white scene with the girl in the mink hat, there used to be a down-and-out scholar from the vast world, standing there like a fool, talking to himself.

"Young and energetic, unstoppable, he has read a lot of books, he has a photographic memory, and he vows to teach those scholars and poets of ancient and modern times who have failed to do so, and he will not let future generations have a chance."

"Why are you asking about ghosts and gods? From now on, just ask me about human matters."

"It's decided. If you think carefully and act meticulously, you'll be called Zhou Mi."

There are passages to return to the ruins everywhere, Tianmu, Taoji, Shenxiang, and the sun sets. The Confucian Temple built three more Xianjia ferries: Bingzhu, Zouma, and Diyin.

Relatively speaking, the three ferries are located in the northernmost part of the wilderness near the ruins of the Sword Qi Great Wall. They are connected to the Guixu Passage between the two worlds of Haoran and Manhuang, and they are located in the hinterland of the wilderness further south.

Among them, in Shenxiang, Fulu Yuxuan, Daduan Dynasty's national master Pei Bei, Paidifeng Huolong Zhenren and Bai Shang were stationed here. Bai Shang returned to Beiju Luzhou because he needed to retreat.

In addition, Yu Xuan of Hedao Galaxy needs to stay in Tianwai, so here, a group of Haoran's top combat forces have been added one after another, including the Fengxue Temple Sword Immortal Wei Jin. There is also the unknown Taoist priest Wang Wu with the Taoist name "Zheng Zheng", who is no different from Cao Rong, the Heavenly Lord of Aquarius Continent, and Xu Xie, the Sword Immortal of Jinjia Continent. They all came into being after the war. His real swordsmanship and Taoism shocked the world. Let's just say that the young swordsman Xu Xie was nicknamed "Xu Jun", which is the same as adding the suffix "子" to his surname.

The Wei and Jin Dynasties received a sword manual presented by the boss swordsman. The person who compiled this book was Zong Yuan.

But even so, Wei and Jin still inherited Zong Yuan's four swordsmanship after returning to the city after many years. It was the swordsmanship that was clearly recorded in the book but made Wei and Jin puzzled.

In a makeshift simple thatched hut, the Sword Immortal Fu Xi, who was Zheng Juzhong's eldest disciple, came here in person and invited Wei Jin to be the chief worshiper of his sect under Baidi City.

Of course, Wei and Jin clearly rejected this matter.

Although it was expected, Fu Xi still felt a little regretful. He raised the white bowl, took a sip of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Not long ago, he persuaded Tongyezhou's martial artist Wu Shu to serve as the chief guest.

Fu Qi has obsessive-compulsive disorder and plans to gather hundreds of qi practitioners from various schools of thought in a sect at the same time.

Wei Jin smiled and said: "Just drink, don't throw the bowl. It's a white porcelain bowl that I made with great difficulty."

Fu smiled and said, "I have no choice but to find the alternative sword cultivator."

Wei Jin asked: "Is that the Sword Immortal Xu Jun?"

Fu Xi nodded and said, "Because you, me, and Xu Xie are all young, not just young."

Wei Jin smiled and said, "It's understandable."

Fu Xi 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 make enemies with?"

Wei Jin shook his head and said helplessly: "There is no such thing."

Fu Qi still refused to give up and said: "Let's talk about it, and we'll serve as food and drinks."

Wei Jin said: "Can you tell me first?"

"There is only one master in my heart, and I would not dare to be my enemy even if I kill myself."

Fu Qi raised the wine bowl, drank it down in one gulp, and said, "One for one, now it's your turn."

Wei Jin felt sad and drank a bowl of wine.

Fu Xingqing smiled and said: "She doesn't count!"

It's really strange. Are you, Wei and Jin, really so infatuated? ! Are you not even willing to cut off the red rope that you know belongs to someone else?

Wei Jin remained silent.

Fu Qi filled a bowl of wine, and had no choice but to announce one more person's name, and then drank the wine in one gulp, "Wu Fu Cao Ci."

Wei Jin nodded, "Me too."

Fu Qi slammed the empty bowl on the table, "Wei Jianxian, please show a little sincerity!"

Wei Jin pointed to the north.

Fu Xi smiled and said, "Sword Immortal Wei, are you going to play riddles with me?"

Wei Jin shook the wine bowl and said in a deep voice: "Chen Ping'an has left the Jianqi Great Wall's summer palace and is not on Luolu Mountain."

Fu Zhen was a little surprised, thought for a moment, stood up and said, "It's a worthwhile trip."

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Mountains, water, clouds and sky below, the host and guest in and outside the dream.

True and false, virtual and real, without coordinates, in all directions, throughout the ages, how can I be established among them?

Chen Ping'an somewhat understood the mentality of Lu Chen and Zheng Juzhong. To be precise, it was personal experience rather than the sympathy of outsiders.

Therefore, the words I said to Liu Chicheng, "The wind and rain are complicated, but my friends cherish me" are not only for the two fellow Taoists on the road, but also for Chen Ping'an himself.

Gu Can asked: "What's going on?"

Those who practice Taoism rarely have dreams.

Chen Pingan said: "I was on the mountain just now. I wanted to take a rest in the bamboo house, but unexpectedly I had a strange dream."

Liu Xianyang smiled and said: "What kind of dream, what kind of weird method, tell me."

If it is really the situation where ghosts are beating against the wall, it will be easier to say. Liu Xianyang, who is good at "dream interpretation", can go to Chen Ping'an's dream to have a look.

Chen Pingan thought about it carefully, rubbed his eyebrows, and said softly: "I'm so confused that I can't remember the beginning of the dream. In fact, it was intermittent. Occasionally, I knew that I was dreaming, but it was like a ghost pressing down on the bed, and I couldn't wake up. Later, I didn’t even have a strong desire to wake up. During this period, I used several methods to suppress the nightmares on my own, but they didn’t work very well. However, there were no sequelae. The disconnected dreams kept changing and continuing, so if I hadn’t suddenly heard I woke up to your shout, I believe the dream will last for a long time. The first dream scene that I can still remember is when I returned home after playing outside when I was a child, and met my parents at dusk, but that home, But it was not the ancestral home on Mud Bottle Lane. I couldn’t tell which alley it was. Then I picked up a key on the ground that seemed to be lost by me. The dream then changed to the next scene. I saw many deceased old people on the road. Neighbors, the whole structure of my hometown town has changed. Now that I think about it, those conversations and scenes are all fallacies and confusion that are very different from the truth. I had a meal at the house of an amiable old man in a nearby street. , Gu Can was also at the same table as me. As soon as I went out, I walked through several alleys. In a certain alley, it rained heavily, and I was strangled by the neck. Later, out of thin air, I arrived at a new home with several floors. The building was high, and somehow it was in Peach Leaf Lane, because looking out through the window, one could see the peach blossoms on the street. Then I sat in a wheelchair. The person pushing the wheelchair was a weirdo who made me feel terrified. I always I couldn't turn my head, I didn't see him, but I knew he was tall. Then I tried to escape, and the house changed again, which was naturally unreasonable, because a patio appeared, but I didn't think deeply about it in my dream. I jumped down from the patio, It was like falling off a cliff. When I got downstairs, I found that a house looked exactly the same in all directions, no matter which direction I looked at it. Looking up and looking down, up and down and in all directions, they all formed the same house pattern. So there was no way out. Then I dreamed of you, Liu Xianyang, and I dreamed that we were at the entrance of the kiln where we were making porcelain. I saw that sissy sitting under the lamp cutting red paper. He handed me the scissors, and I I vaguely knew that I was already in my twenties at the time, so I asked him where his grave was. He actually answered, saying that he was buried on the hilltop closest to the town, and thanked me for visiting him several times. Later, the scene became 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 in your heart, although they are very important, they still do not belong to the role of 'key'. They are not the key to interpreting dreams. Just because in your opinion, you and them Meeting each other is one of those dreams that you couldn't even imagine coming true when you were young. In fact, it is not reliable. Fortunately, at least I can be sure that you are really dreaming and are not being plotted by someone. "

Liu Xianyang said slowly: "Somewhere, whether you know it or not, you are trying to dismantle and digest your entire life and piece together a new story, so this 'dream' is just a 'dream' As a dream maker, you are in the dream you weave. This is the "ancient" and "weird" part of this strange dream. Things in the past are like passing away, and it is like walking through a new life journey again, which is strange. "

At this moment, Gu Can suddenly asked: "How are you sure you are not still dreaming?"

Chen Pingan 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 am still dreaming."

When Chen Pingan said these words, Liu Xianyang's face changed into that of Chen Pingan, and so did Gu Can. After that, another vision occurred.

Liu Xianyang, who looked like a young man, turned into a corpse, lying in Mud Bottle Alley. He had just been beaten to death, so he was alive and covered in blood.

Gu Can next to him has changed into what he looked like when he was in Shujian Lake. He is also a corpse, but it is shriveled and old. It looks like he was beaten to death by someone's own hands and then taken back to his hometown. He is placed here with the corpse sitting on it. Just a bench.

What Liu Xianyang would say when he appeared in Mud Bottle Alley, what thoughts Liu Xianyang would have after meeting Chen Pingan, were all Chen Pingan's foreshadowing and anticipation.

Just like Gu Can deliberately threw the melon seed shell into Song Jixin's yard, it was not a detail in the story written by Chen Ping'an.

"At the top of the Sword Qi Great Wall, Zhou Mi once said that the reason why I was able to retain hope was just because I had never truly experienced despair. I don't believe it."

"If you don't believe it, you have to prove it. If there is any eventuality, you have to prepare for a rainy day. So in this dream, Chen Ping'an used a full eighty long and short dreams that were both infinitely close to the truth and wildly fanciful to create More than 36,000 landscapes, buildings, and human scenes, everything that reaches the boundaries of words, words and imagination, Chen Ping'an once couldn't think about, didn't dare to think about, dared to think about but couldn't do, and couldn't do without the mental and physical strength. All things, those who do good, those who are saints, those who are great, those who make up for their faults. The evil, the hypocritical, the ridiculous, the lustful, the violent, the insidious. Do it all again. Or be forced to watch all misfortunes happen. , or take the initiative to do evil, and I will retaliate, or even kill people on the road, leaving no one alive. In the lifeless Luolu Mountain, a few steps away, there are dead bodies, and all the living beings in the entire hometown and town have been slaughtered by me. Yes, some of them were caused by me, and I was powerless to change or remedy them. There were also tragedies caused by my thoughts, tearing apart the mask of hypocrisy, deliberately bringing selfish desires together, or losing my Taoist heart, going crazy, and killing people close to me indiscriminately. There were natural and man-made disasters without any warning, and I was allowed to do it deliberately. The seven emotions were reversed and the six desires were rampant, destroying every ritual and music in Tongyezhou. A complete failure, the so-called good things and luck in the world, the desire of words, being good at learning will lead to a prosperous family, farming and studying to pass down the family, or being powerful and unkind, being rich and unkind, having three wives and four concubines is the blessing of the people, killing the emperor and becoming the emperor, three palaces and six There are countless concubines in the courtyard, some of them have reached the Fourteenth Level of Sword Cultivator, and they can kill the entire Aquarius Continent with a single sword, leaving no one alive. The pure freedom of body and mind, good and bad, good and evil, the cultivation of Tao is purely arbitrary, walking unsteadily between the two. Between the two extremes, all four situations of life have been tried, some even several times. Changing twenty-seven identities, the prime minister who allowed the king to rule from the top, the general who attempted to usurp the throne and sat on the dragon's throne, the butcher in the market , a widower, a prostitute, a master of martial arts, a lady from a wealthy family, a jade from a small family, a country woman, a wandering monk, a fire-dwelling Taoist priest, a river god, a tiger... I have gone through a life of strenuous efforts, mediocrity, or bleakness. My heart is as gray as ashes, and my Taoist heart collapsed on the spot. The good man Chen Ping'an was broken or died of anger, thirty-five out of ten, and the evil man Chen Ping'an, who was so evil that he could not escape and could not get out of the maze, ended up in vain, forty-six out of ten. .The rest are all haggard in form and spirit, walking corpses, lonely ghosts wandering in the maze, unable to seek death, unable to seek life, and unable to escape from death."

"That tall weirdo who was sitting in a wheelchair and not free, the tall weirdo that I didn't dare to look back on, turned out to be me."

"As good as the Dao is, the demon is still higher. I still underestimated the inner demon. Wrong! I am the inner demon. Chen Ping'an, yes, yes, you can. This maze has no exit."

It's like suddenly picking up a key from the ground and opening a heart lock.

The next moment, the scene and picture suddenly changed.

This "Chen Ping'an" was in the white mist. After looking around, he couldn't help but jump to his feet and cursed: "Cui Chan, this bastard, what's wrong with teaching you? I want to teach you to destroy your Taoist heart. No one else can do it." Kill you, you are a son of a mother but not a father, you are a bastard, a thief, and you are not a good learner. Even a perfect man with perfect morals has done this, a rebellious traitor who is full of evil, a lazy rich man who does not seek to improve. You have become a fool, and you are still not satisfied. Do you have to come to an apocalypse where the Dharma is completely destroyed, and then a saint like you, who is born every ten thousand years, appears in this world? The mud-legged person does not know life and death, and does not know the heights of the sky. He is really lawless and dares to name the rules. Moment?! Are you worthy? Chen Ping'an, if you have any conscience, you have to stop immediately... Please, let me out, or you will kill me and I'll be done with it. Please..."

Cursing endlessly, without pain or itching, is of course useless. If it is interesting, it is interesting, but if it is meaningless, it is meaningless.

After all, he is not a demon in the true sense of the word.

This kind of inner demon is like the pile of broken porcelain pieces in Lao Porcelain Mountain, which are discarded and defective products.

Just because it still contains a trace of humanity.

There are also several "fellow Taoists" who share the same problem. One of them is Chen Pingan, the eleventh-level martial artist who is a master of martial arts who embodies the beauty of the world and a mellow personality. Chen Pingan, the god of martial arts.

He is about to ask the ancestral court of the boxing warrior family. The designated exit of the maze is this person who wants to use human martial arts to completely disperse the spiritual energy of the world and personally create a new world without qi practitioners.

One is a Qi practitioner who focuses on swordsmanship and supplemented by hundreds of schools of knowledge. He walks two avenues at the same time and finally reaches the fourteenth level. Although he does many evil things and is lawless, his pure Taoist heart is the most ideal kind of Yao Ming. In the state, Qi practitioner Chen Ping'an used great freedom to run rampant in several worlds where there was no longer a fifteen-level practice.

He had just killed Nu Guan Wuzhou, and used the magical power of a dove to occupy a magpie's nest, and obtained the ancient casting method. This labyrinth exit path is the basis for advancing to the fifteenth realm, ascending to the sky to do things carefully, smashing the ruins of the ancient heaven, and rearranging the human world.

There is also a twilight old man who is neither a qigong practitioner nor a martial artist. He guards a third of an acre of land. He has studied and served as an official. When he is old, he retires to the mountains and forests, entertains his grandchildren, and studies in his spare time.

The last one is Zhou Mi who "eats Chen Pingan". Zhou Mi and Chen Pingan are turned 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 grow old one by one. After old age and death, I just guarded the ruins of the ancient heaven alone, just like the head of the Independent Sword Qi Great Wall back then, only this time it lasted for ten thousand years.

This is one of the mental scenes.

The inner demon "Chen Ping'an" was tired of scolding, and sighed heavily. The body of an ordinary master with no realm, but what he saw in his eyes at this moment could see the world in all directions at the same time.

On one side was the Holy Master, who led the three thousand ancient scholars who later became the Ten Philosophers and the Seventy-Two Sages of the Confucian Temple, touring the world in great force.

On one side is like an altar in a Buddhist kingdom, with Buddhist dragons and elephants, eminent monks and great virtues, and golden arhats, layer upon layer, gradually getting higher and higher, and finally there are four majestic Bodhisattvas and the Buddha standing higher up on the sky and the earth.

On one side is the Taoist ancestor holding Bai Yujing in his hand. Within the 12th floor of the five cities, countless Taoist priests and immortal kings stand in groups like blue cranes, and hundreds of spiritual officials stand on the blue clouds, surrounding and guarding Bai Yujing.

On one side is his own "Chen Ping'an", with a smile on his face and a figure so tall that it's hard to tell whether it is his real body or his physical form. He holds his fingers together and stands in front of him, overlooking the inner demon that is as small as an ant.

The next moment, the size was reversed, the inner demon was as tall as all the mountains in the world superimposed, and the body was as big as a star. The previous scene in all directions was as small as dust, and the inner demon Chen Ping'an was looking down.

The green-shirted man with his fingers together made a virtual appearance to Chen Ping'an, raised his head, smiled and said two words, thundering loudly, holding Tianxian in his mouth, and said the following words, "Here's way."

The lingering sound echoed throughout the heaven and earth, as if the word "heretic" was uttered in millions one after another.

This inner demon shattered on the spot and turned into dust, scattered into the "battlefield ruins" located in the center of the maze, and merged into countless bones.

They were piled up into mountains to build the Jingguan. The total number of dreams is only eighty, but the "same Chen Pingan" may have walked hundreds or thousands of times, or even ten thousand times.

Chen Ping'an, with pure golden eyes, sat on the top of the Bone Palace and shook his head. It seemed that he was not satisfied with the current results. The progress was too slow. He said to himself: "It seems that we have to change the underlying line." ”

The sixth-floor "maze" that I personally arranged was a complicated mental state. Moreover, as time went by, what the nine talisman clones saw and heard became more and more abundant. As the chief reader of the Bamboo Tower, I continued to add to this story. According to the content of the book, there are currently more than 300,000 “formed” outsiders, and those who are still in their early stages, and more than 2,000 have been added recently.

Killing the thief in the heart means committing suicide one after another, killing all kinds of "Chen Ping'an", and himself who is wandering around and unable to leave the maze.

Dressed in a green shirt, he appeared out of thin air, with his hands shrunk in his sleeves. The real Chen Ping'an, who was transformed into his mind, narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you going to stop here?"

Facing the bottleneck of Nascent Soul Realm and facing inner demons, there is no such thing as "genius" among those who practice Taoism.

Only the geniuses among geniuses, like Ning Yao and Fu Lu Yuxuan, can easily wade through the water even if they face their inner demons head-on.

Chen Ping'an can only...diligence can make up for his weakness.

Yu Xuan was on the top of the mountain at the time and thought it was a joke made by fellow Daoist Chen.

If the old man could see with his own eyes this battlefield site littered with corpses, he might sigh that what Daoyou Chen said is true and that he really treats people with sincerity.

The white-clothed Chen Ping'an with golden eyes laughed at himself: "It's almost enough. The old rule is to stop when you're good. Pure martial artists have practiced boxing here for more than tens of millions of punches, and swordsmen have practiced swordsmanship and deduced the way of swordsmanship here for more than 10,000 years. , even the messy methods inside the talismans have been learned almost. The brain of this inner demon just now belongs to the best handful among tens of thousands of us. They have all thought of the boundary of the maze, which is words. and the boundaries of thought. What a pity.”

It's a pity that the nine clones have been watching people, things and books, especially the Qi practitioner clone who deliberately lets his thoughts arise and does not restrain his whims. His actions are like "creating the world".

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

The speed of time passing here is almost negligible, so this maze cage with no exit, as long as Chen Pingan breaks his inner demon and reaches the upper five realms in one day, it will be... endless.

What's more, it's a pity that in the world of heart and mind, all the swordsmanship, boxing skills, talismans and other magical powers that Chen Ping'an has learned are just lofts in the sky and mirror flowers and water moon. The realms of monks and warriors brought about by this need to be returned to nothingness. Even some mysterious moods and martial arts mentality cannot be taken away. However, it is a pity, and it is not without benefits. On the contrary, what Chen Pingan in white calls pity is just a big discount. He dislikes the hard work and harvest as being too unrewarding. He only talks about checking and filling in certain boxing moves and practicing them repeatedly until he is perfect. Another example is drawing talismans. In the past, Chen Ping'an could only be said to be able to draw dozens of talismans. He could be said to have reached the ultimate state of transformation. He even created more than a dozen kinds of unconstrained talismans. As long as Chen Ping'an can draw them in the future, Pingan took back all the clones and began to "really" draw these deduced talismans. Even if only one talisman was feasible, if it was successfully drawn by Chen Pingan, it would be a profit.

Chen Ping'an, a man in green shirt, asked: "Can't we cross the Jade Pu Realm and the Immortal Realm in one step?"

Chen Ping'an in white sneered, "Of course you can dream."

There was silence for a long time, and the heaven and earth were silent.

He asked: "Gu Can really sees something is wrong with us?"

"I can see it, but he has confidence in me," he said.

"I think we're terrible."

"So outsiders don't know."

"I think you're scarier."

All the things in the past that "you" don't want to remember again and again have become "forgotten" one by one, and have become the prison bars that strengthen the divine "I".

"Then don't mess with me, don't expect to separate us, and don't try to be the guest. As long as you have this intention, we all know what the final outcome will be."

He smiled and looked at a place where the last key of the maze was. The scene was the clay bottle alley in his hometown, a child carrying a basket on his back, and himself when he grew up.

One big and one small walked away from each other, each reaching one end of the alley.

On the child's side, the view outside the alley was dim. It might be after dusk and it would be dark, or it might be dawn.

From Chen Pingan's side, you can see the scene outside the alley. Occasionally lightning and thunder, heavy rain, muddy roads, occasional wind and snow, snow-capped sky, bright moonlit nights, or broad daylight.

Chen Ping'an said: "Then I'll listen to you and stop when you see fit."

Previously, countless fire dragons roamed the territory of the old Lizhu Cave. The reason why this vision was "exploited by Liu Xianyang" was that Chen Pingan felt that it should not stop at the Yupu realm.

And those magnificent golden fire roads are where Chen Ping'an once walked.

He was relieved, yawned and said, "Then let's stop at Yupu?"

"Strive for the bottleneck of Jade Pu Realm. If you practice so hard, your Taoist heart will be tortured by heaven, but the result is just to break the bottleneck of Nascent Soul. It seems a bit unreasonable."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Then create a few more of yourself, one of which is to betray the Great Sword Qi Great Wall as the last hidden official, meet Fei Ran and Xiao Xun, and start a wild story."

He said with a grimace: "I have already counted the rest. To deceive the master and destroy the ancestor, does it require a large-scale counterattack against Haoran? If so, this is a big book!"

Chen Ping'an said: "As long as you are happy. By the way, add one more. My way of interpreting dreams just now is quite interesting. Then add seven or eight more dreams. Remember to reserve a few for him on the ground. The key is here. If he misses it, you can figure it out. You have to let him remember it after all. As for the scene at the final exit of the maze that he thought... it was just set up like this. Butterflies fluttered in the dream, and the Taoist heart was clear and light. As for him, Let's name him Zhou Zheng, dignified... it's too careless, Zhouzhuang? The name seems too common, so let's call him Zhuang Zhou. When Zhuang Zhou saw Zhuangzi in the body of a butterfly, he cried loudly and was at the end of his road. Knowing is still a dream within a dream.”

He was gearing up and eager to give it a try, "This is a good idea, it's relatively new, and it's feasible and feasible!"

Chen Pingan reminded: "If you think about the details of the book in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, the ending is set seven or eight hundred years later. It seems that the length is still too short."

He rolled his eyes and said, "Do you need to say this?!"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "As long as you are saying 'you', it proves the need."

He hesitated to speak. In fact, Chen Pingan said this on purpose. He knew, and Chen Pingan also knew that he knew. Both parties knew it, and they knew it well, even if there were countless selves, millions of thoughts over and over again, denial and affirmation. ...The answer lies with you.

Chen Ping'an took one last look at his results. He was not satisfied at all. Instead, he was worried. He was indeed dragged down by his low level and lack of money.

After breaking through the layers of confusion, I saw in my mind that in the middle of the world, there seemed to be a towering ancient tree with lush branches, which could probably be regarded as a Taoist tree.

For example, if a trunk branch branches out at a lower position and is named "Mountain", it will branch into many branches such as mountains, peaks, ridges, etc., and then each will have smaller branch branches that extend and branch out, and finally at the top of the mountain. The scene presented at the outermost edge is several famous mountains and nameless mountain peaks that Chen Ping'an has seen and heard about in the world.

Another example is a human being. Two branches are branched, a monk and a layman. The former is divided into three branches: the human body, ghosts, and landscape gods. On the branches near the end, for example, on the branch of the human Qi practitioner, there is There are hundreds of schools of thought, and the fruits of each lineage are characters with different images, either real or imagined by Chen Ping'an. The category of Yamashita Masako covers all the identities and professions that have appeared in history. In the end, each or several adjacent "leaves" with the same knot are the appearance of people in this industry.

And the seemingly inconspicuous slender tree trunk, such as the "column" that decorates an extended branch of women's makeup, has more than a hundred subdivisions, and at the end of thousands, each "leaf", They are all hanging with lifelike and intriguing objects.

It seems that everything in the world is divided into categories here. On this Taoist tree, each of which is growing upwards, they are gradually gathered and completed here, with more and more types and more and more details. .

This is the real meaning of the fourth level of "Little Thousand Worlds" that Chen Pingan pursues in retreat.

Eating more and more gold and copper coins and creating a long river of time with a deeper river bed and wider water surface ultimately requires "physical objects" to continuously enrich it.

He just asked softly, "It's better to refine words than to form sentences. Since you are so pious and can't bear to be empty and nothing, don't become a monk."

Chen Ping'an burst into laughter, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly softened, "Every word and action is like burning incense in the temple. Worshiping Buddha directly means worshiping yourself. Why shave your head and escape into Buddhism?"

Baiyi glanced at Qingshan and couldn't help but curl his lips. He was thinking so deeply. He was not a loser. He was already confused. How many times have you held hands and kissed?

Chen Pingan raised his foot and was about to kick him, so he simply lay back on the ground and pretended to be dead.

Chen Pingan was silent for a long time and murmured: "Thank you for your hard work."

He raised his head and stared blankly at the barrier that was either heaven or earth, and smiled: "It's rare to be so boastful, it's really unique."

Chen Pingan laughed it off and said, "Those who are capable should work hard, and each should work hard."

The ends of the earth and the ends of the earth, the yin and yang of the great road and the dim light, the sweet dreams are the most difficult to keep. They are broken by the crowing of the cock. The guest gathers his emotions from the top of his eyebrows, his eyes and the bottom of his heart, only to realize that the reunion is not possible by human power.

In the desolate mountain, Chen Ping'an in a green shirt opened his eyes, and the sky was filled with fish-belly white. The night was over, and the sun was about to rise, brightening the world.

The teacher, whose pseudonym had been traced, was already walking on the country road from his neighbor's village residence to his school when he suddenly stopped and turned around. There was nothing behind him except the way he came.

It was a cloudless day, but Chen Pingan was holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, walking on the road a little lonely, looking up from time to time, as if he was waiting for a torrential rain.

As we walked, as expected, the founder of the three religions came to the world to have a sermon.

It rains from the sky.