Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan stood where he was.

An orphan from Mu Ping Alley grew up eating the food of hundreds of families, and finally stood here, knowing the joys and sorrows, and it was hard-won along the way.

This courtyard occupies a huge area. It is worthy of being the former residence of the prime minister of the former dynasty. It is shaded by trees and the sun is shining high. The ground is covered with fine golden light, like golden embroidery flowers, embellished on the tightly jointed blue brick floor. The bricks are made of bricks, and the ground is not bulging. The craftsman's skills are obviously not bad. This is the place where the owner of the house, Ma Yan, studies. The French style is seven rooms wide and eight rafters deep. It is probably enough for a warehouse to know the etiquette. Such a big building makes it so big. The staggering study room is filled with precious books that have never been read since they were bought. There are several priceless guqins, as well as several jade mountains and golden buildings that are half a person tall. I have been here. The dignitaries in the capital who were drinking tea and drinking all said that they were elegant and elegant. If they show a little bit of dazzle, they can always make the owner feel that he is a real scholar. In fact, Ma Yan has always wanted to put green glazed tiles on the roof, just like those Taoist temples. It looks good, but his wife persuaded him to stop, saying that this kind of thing is called transgression. His Majesty the Emperor is not deaf or blind, so there is no need to do this. This kind of luxurious property is easy to be jealous and jealous. When the family ancestral hall is filled with Jinshi plaques, it is a real scholarly family. When the eldest son comes home one day, he will be happy when he sees it. Ma Yan thought it was reasonable, so he asked his second son Ma Yanshan to take the imperial examination a few years ago. Sure enough, he got the top prize in the exam, which made him very proud. If Ma Che wins the first prize again this year and gets the top prize in the exam, the family will have the kind of power in the book The so-called generational phenomenon, right?

The well-dressed woman, even though she is nearly seventy years old, still looks like a woman in her forties. She is worthy of walking among a group of royal ladies all year round. She is obviously calmer than the men around her. She could still force out a smile and pretend to be close to her. Qin Zheng wore a emerald green jade bracelet on her fairly fair wrist. She reached out and rubbed the corners of her eyes covered with crow's feet, as if she wanted to squeeze out the smile. Some bitter tears came, "Chen Ping'an? Is he the son of Master Chen from Mu Ping Lane? Chen Quan was one of the top porcelain masters in our hometown back then. He was still young and already had such top-notch skills. At that time, in our Golden Goose Kiln, if he didn’t hide his secrets and brought out a group of good apprentices, I really don’t know what he would do. They are the pillars of our Long Kiln. I remember that at that time, the kiln workers said that only Yao from Baoxi Kiln was the best. Master, I dare to say that I am slightly better at making porcelain than Chen Quan. Mr. Lin, the kiln superintendent, has a very high vision. He is willing to eat and drink with Chen Quan often. They are very chatty. Many masters at the kiln entrance are envious. I can’t even envy you. Chen Quan was such a good person, why is he gone? God is blind, good people are not rewarded, it’s just you who suffered. Yes, yes. If I remember correctly, it was my mother-in-law who went to the clay bottle back then. Xiang helped deliver the baby, and that’s why you were born. Fortunately, mother and child are safe. Now you have a lot of potential, a huge future, better than us Ku Xuan, I believe Chen Quan and Chen..."

Qin Zheng's intention was obvious. He would drag him away as long as he could. This mud bottle alley bitch who suddenly got rich by his luck came here too fast. In front of the house, he raised a bunch of trash who didn't want to eat. Just like that, he walked to the back house. Fortunately, Ma Yan had just sent several secret letters, both to the imperial master of Yuxuan Kingdom and to the Chenghuang Temple in the capital. Before that, the more Chen Ping'an killed people in a sudden attack, the more blameless this guy who wanted to die didn't die directly at the hands of the wild demon clan would be at fault today.

The Ma family in Xinghua Lane made its fortune thanks to the Golden Goose Kiln, and the top master of the Golden Goose Kiln was Chen Quan from Niping Lane.

It was Chen Quan and his skilled kiln worker apprentices who made the Golden Goose Kiln, which was originally ranked last and whose fire was almost extinguished, begin to slowly improve.

In an instant, the cyan figure came to the woman named Qin Zheng. Without respecting the elders, thinking about the friendship with fellow villagers, and showing no intention of a man not hitting a woman, he hit Qin Zheng in the neck with a knife.

The force was not strong, just enough to hit Ma's housewife as if she had taken a sip of Shaodaoji liquor. The burning pain made her face turn red. Qin Zheng's face was filled with tears, and she reached out to cover her neck, making noises. She didn't know whether she was cursing or complaining. , the pain made her nose run out. It was obvious that the mud-legged girl from Mud Bottle Alley, if she really wanted to kill someone, her neck would be broken in an instant, and her head could be moved.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'm not reminiscing with you."

Ma Yan, who was already sweating profusely, didn't dare to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "Chen Pingan, if you have something to say, please speak up. These are all misunderstandings. You must not believe those rumors."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's just a misunderstanding, it's not a big deal."

Ma Yan choked for words.

A young woman with a facial resemblance to Qin Zheng came over with a sword, followed by a group of heroic maids in blue. They all carried swords on their backs, with snow-white scabbards and golden sword tassels. Every time they appear in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, ride horses with Ma Yuemei, go out for a spring outing outside the city, or go sightseeing in the mountains and rivers, it is a beautiful sight.

Seeing her mother's pitiful appearance, Ma Yuemei, who came after hearing the news, angrily shouted: "The thief is so bold that he dares to come to the door to provoke! Draw your sword to meet the enemy!"

A group of beautiful young women drew their swords one after another. The long swords came out of their sheaths and buzzed with great momentum. Several of the long swords flew past in the air, revealing sword lights that were more than an inch long.

In the Ma family, they had the honor of Ma Yuemei, and they had aloof status. They were all good martial arts talents selected by the masters of the Ma family when they were young. This group of "sword attendants" maids had practiced martial arts for more than ten years. The swordsman is diligent, not only has the master's guidance, helps teach boxing and provides sword manuals, but also has no shortage of immortal family medicine and food to recuperate the body. At this moment, they use the extremely fancy method of controlling swords with Qi, which is naturally good-looking, and there are quite a few The grace of the swordsman on the mountain.

Dozens of long swords noisily stabbed at a man wearing a green shirt and long coat. The result was a loud bang, and they all changed their trajectories midway, like mud smashing against the wall, and were nailed into the beams of the study room behind Ma Yan.

Those maids who always had their eyes above their heads were eclipsed by this.

Their swords are talisman swords carefully forged by the immortal masters on the mountain. They are equipped with such valuable and unmarketable immortal weapons to slay demons and eliminate demons.

Ma Yuemei bit her lip and stared at the motionless swordsman in blue. After a moment of silence, she looked complicated and asked, "Are you the Chen Ping'an from Luoluo Mountain?!"

Having just heard the tip from a personal maid, Ma Yuemei was as if she was falling into the clouds. Is she really the legendary down-and-out mountain swordsman? There is no grievance or enmity. Why did Chen Ping'an come to the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom? Why did he come to make trouble and act so unreasonably? I heard that the pure warriors and monks who guarded the home and the courtyard in front of him met a more miserable end than the other. Does Shanzhu Chen, who was born in Mubo Alley, have some unknown old grudges with his family? Is that why, over the years, that idle fellow Ma Yanshan has ridiculed the family mansion as a turtle shell?

When they learned that the swordsman in green shirt was... Chen Ping'an from Luolu Mountain, the maids practicing swords all looked at each other with confusion and disbelief on their faces.

A mountain swordsman who seemed even further away than the characters in the book, standing right in front of them?

In recent years, they have been secretly relying on the landscape reports of their young ladies to learn about the Luolu Mountain adjacent to Beiyue Piyun Mountain in Chuzhou, the youngest hermit official in the history of the Great Sword Qi Wall, and their close friend Liu Zongzhu. Join hands to ask the sword Zhengyang Mountain... They all know something about it, and because they are pure martial artists and practice swordsmanship, they have been fascinated by the name "Chen Pingan" for a long time. In any other situation , when they meet him, they will probably be overcome with emotion, extremely excited, and unable to sleep for several days without tossing and turning, even if their love and respect for the legendary Chen Jianxian is not sincere enough.

He is the only great swordsman in the history of Aquarius Continent who is a great master of martial arts!

In this case, how dare they continue to make mistakes? They all looked uncertain.

Chen Pingan kicked Ma Yan in the knee, and the latter knelt down on the spot. Chen Pingan then closed the umbrella in his hand and hit Ma Yan in the face. The latter smashed the door and fell into the house.

It is generally known that Ma Yan and Qin Zheng, a pair of bad guys, are indeed looking for a way out for themselves, such as wanting to become the gods of mountains and rivers somewhere in Yuxuan Kingdom. However, it is more likely that the distinction between gods and immortals is still not reliable. He probably still hopes to occupy a place among the City God and Underworld Officials. In this way, you can truly realize the unique path of Youming. If you can obtain an orthodox status in Fengdu Hades, Luoposhan will be an act of transgression that breaks the old rules if he wants to take action again. It can be seen from this that Hong Zhongyu, the cultural judge of the Chenghuang Temple in the capital, moved to Lingzhou and brought Ji Xiaoping, the chief officer of the Yin and Yang Division, which was a kind of officialdom forced to give way. Once Hong Zhongyu and Ji Xiaoping left, there would naturally be a series of officialdom changes. In the final analysis, the change is to make room for this couple. It is obvious that there must be someone in the Ma family to give guidance.

Don't worry, we will make your dreams come true.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Those strange people haven't shown up yet? Isn't it just a matter of course to use people's money to eliminate disasters for others?"

Ma Yuemei rushed into the house and helped Ma Yan, whose abdomen was as painful as a knife. Ma Yuemei was a spoiled child. She had never experienced such a change. She suddenly felt sad, but she didn't cry.

Chen Ping'an glanced sideways at Ma Yan, who was sweating like rain in the room. He couldn't stand the pain. If he wanted to achieve a golden body, could he achieve it by relying only on the secret ointment from Yang's Pharmacy?

The figure in Qingshan flashed, shrunk into the mountains and rivers, and disappeared out of thin air from the courtyard.

In the Ma family's mansion in Yongjia County, there were a total of three Earth Immortals, one Nascent Soul and two Golden Pills worshiped by the family, both on the stage and behind the scenes. Two of them were anonymous and changed their identities.

Old Yuanying was an old ancestor who destroyed the Immortal Mansion during the war in the old Baishuang Dynasty in the south of Aquarius Continent. This old immortal was in seclusion from beginning to end, watching helplessly as the Patriarch Hall and the Divine Lord were destroyed. Perhaps to save face, after the war ended, he did not rush to restore the Shanmen tradition. Instead, he traveled all the way north, bypassing Luojing, passing through Dadu, and finally entered the Ma family of Yongjia County in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, where he served as the chief worshipper. The remaining two golden elixir immortals, an array master and a ghost creature, each have disciples to follow them. With so many worldly experts in a palm-sized territory, the Ma family is considered to be rich.

There are also two martial arts masters, one male and one female. The male is called Shen Ke. The concierge of the Five Levels martial artist is his direct disciple, and Ma Yuemei is his close disciple. The swordsmanship of these Yingying Yanyan maids , all taught by him. There is also a female martial artist who is also in the golden realm, but is less famous than Shen Ke. As for how she entered the Ma family, she always has her own story about being a coward.

Of course, from the Ma family in Xinghua Lane to the Ma family in Yongjia County, the family's biggest support has always been Ma Kuxuan.

Since the concierge did not have time to report his identity, and Chen Pingan walked almost straight to the courtyard, no one could stop Chen Pingan along the way. It is estimated that this group of big shots who look down on the princes and ministers do not know the inside story yet.

In a simple study room, there is a middle-aged scholar with an ugly face sitting at the table. There is a large white inkstone with banana leaves, colored ink ingots that cannot be exchanged for gold, and a book spread out on the desk. It is a book dedicated to writing about fox fairies and narcissus. Notes, the scribe also had a plate of pastries from a time-honored shop in the capital. He was chewing soft and glutinous osmanthus cake while flipping through the book. The scholar just saw a sentence in the book and couldn't help but sigh. It was not a good sign. It turned out to be the saying that the poor grass grows, and the business is gone overnight.

The young prodigy Ma Che, who is well-known in both the government and the public, is the proud student of this master.

The middle-aged scholar laughed at himself: "What a strong evil spirit. Does a big tree attract the wind? Sure enough, the generous monthly salary is not for nothing. God's money is the hottest thing."

How about returning the salary to Ma's family intact? Just slap your butt and walk away?

Anyone who can force his way into the Ma family, no matter what his identity or origin is, it seems that he is not the one who dares to say that he is a golden elixir ghost and will definitely send him a gift out of the house.

Praying for immortality is really painful.

He was about to stand up and bravely go to the muddy water over there. Suddenly, his back felt cold, and his whole body felt like falling into an ice cave. The next moment, his head was held down and smashed onto the table.

The spiritual energy in his body was as stagnant as ice, and his three souls and six souls were trembling. He tried to mobilize several natal objects, but it was as if the mountain was blocked by heavy snow, and he completely lost contact.

A golden elixir is motionless, and the earthly immortal is as weak as a common man.

Chen Pingan spread his fingers, held the back of the other person's head, and said with a smile: "You are said to be strange people, do you really believe it?"

The ghost scholar tried his best to speak: "Dare you ask me the name of the immortal?"

Chen Ping'an took the heavy inkstone from the table and slapped it hard on the back of his head. The inkstone turned into powder, and the monster's eyes were filled with stars. It felt like its brains had been beaten out by the assassin. .

The ghostly scholar who was almost out of his wits could only beg for mercy: "Exalted Immortal, please forgive me."

Chen Ping'an asked: "Did you teach the Ma couple how to accumulate moral virtue by tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall over the years? Help them refine the locust leaves into their natal objects, and thus gain some ancestral protection. It’s your method to tamper with the merit book of the City God’s Temple? It’s very clever, not bad.”

The ghost scholar was stunned.

Chen Pingan turned around and sneered: "Want to run?"

An oil-paper umbrella was as fast as a flying sword, passing through the corridor, bringing up a stream of fireflies, and directly stabbed the old Nascent Soul Realm immortal who had been secretly using his palm to view the mountains and rivers, and nailed him to the wall.

That Yuanying realm monk who looked like an old woman was the bodyguard of the housewife Qin Zheng. The maidservant who had been in charge of the Ma family in the past few years was going to run away today when she saw something bad happened.

Just because of the scene in the courtyard, covered with clouds, fog, and strict confinement, the old woman could not see the slightest bit of the scene inside. This made her extremely horrified. Could it be that she was... a person in the upper fifth realm? !

Just when she was about to use the shrinking technique, it seemed that the other party was waiting for this moment. In the blink of an eye, an oil-paper umbrella made of ordinary material pierced her chest like a long sword. The huge momentum made her slide out all the way. , her back hit the wall, and the heartbreaking pain made the old woman look like she was going crazy and wailed endlessly. She was about to pull the oil-paper umbrella out of her chest with both hands, but as soon as her fingers touched the oil-paper umbrella, she suffered again With a heartbreaking pain, the old woman knocked her head back hard. The sword energy of the oil-paper umbrella suddenly surged, and golden flames spread along the old woman's palms and arms with lightning speed, and then spread all over her body. Come on, not only that, those flames flowing like water veins, without hurting the skin, flesh, muscles and bones, slowly penetrated into the old woman's soul. This is an extremely refined fire method. There is such a thing in the world. The domineering fire technique caused the old woman's entire body, world, mountains and rivers to appear like a rain of fire.

Burning.

It only said that the inner lake of a Yuanying realm monk was instantly boiled by fire, the mist rose, and the monk's inner lake turned into a pot of oil.

Chen Pingan loosened his fingers, stood up straight, and moved to see the old woman who was most likely the mastermind of the Ma family.

The ghost scholar lay on the table and waited for a while. The immortal seemed to have gone elsewhere. As a wild cultivator in Shanze, he always behaved like a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist. It was not suitable to stay here for a long time and he had to leave quickly. He quickly sat up, but he suddenly felt like crying without tears, as if he were mourning a heir, and said in a trembling voice: "Longhu Mountain Thunder Bureau!"

It turns out that the Immortal left a thunder formation in the house!

In a daze, this golden elixir ghost seemed to have arrived at an ancient execution platform. The world was vast and blank.

The next moment, there was a loud thunder, and suddenly the sky and the earth were far away, and the snow-white curtain was torn apart by a dark lightning bolt, followed by dozens and hundreds of lightning bolts, followed by a golden hand as big as a mountain like opening a door. , "a door" was opened from the realm of endless void, and the whole picture was slowly revealed. The majestic god holding an iron whip and wearing golden armor stepped out in one step. His golden body was wrapped with lightning of various colors, and every time Taking a step forward, the earth began to tremble, and the god's head slowly approached the execution platform, overlooking the ant ghost paralyzed on the ground.

The cold golden eyes of the gods are like two golden suns hanging in the sky. For ghosts on earth, is there any more terrifying sight than this?

The creator of yin and yang, there are gods in the sky.

Is this what the Immortal calls "brilliant"?

Chen Pingan stood in a gloomy room with his hands in his sleeves, looking at the old woman nailed to the wall with an oil-paper umbrella.

This "sword control skill" was learned from Pei Min, a swordsman.

You need to practice more, practice makes perfect, and you will be able to return courtesy to Pei Min later.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I won't die for a while. As expected of the old immortal Nascent Soul, I think I can still hold on for a while. Let's talk later. I have to go and meet with Grandmaster Shen for a while."

The old woman's soul was like that of an old woman who had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, whimpering: "Spare me, spare me."

Chen Pingan said: "Where is this? It's just a cold dish, the hard food is still to come."

Without waiting for the old woman to say anything, Chen Pingan returned to the courtyard.

A strong and fit figure flew over the eaves and walked along the wall, as if strolling in a courtyard, and finally stood on the wall. The old man had a tall and straight figure, bright eyes, a long knife on his waist, and a long cloth bag in his hand. He looked impressive.

Occasionally there are threads winding around the temples of the old man, like a snake coiling around a mountain. This is a sign that the martial artist has reached a point where his spirit is full of energy and energy, which overflows. It is a sign that he is about to break through.

As long as a martial arts master travels far away, he is only one step away from the top of the mountain, even if the king in the south is not willing to change.

Shen Ke wears a mutton-fat jade finger ring on his hand. This anonymous martial arts master, in addition to teaching boxing, is also responsible for making eagles for some of the Ma family's children.

The ring ring on his hand is not worth much, but it is very commemorative. It was a treasure of the emperor of a small country. During the war, the world was in chaos. Shen Ke broke the finger of the emperor and got it that night. In the palace, Shen Ke's killing spree was enough for the emperor. Thinking about it now, those women were still very enjoyable. It's a pity that such sexy things as sleeping with the queen and concubines, such as riding horses, can't be used to accompany wine and food to talk about it with others. I can only drink it by myself and reflect on it, which is a pity.

Shen Ke gently poked the wall with the long cloth bag containing unknown weapons, and asked with a smile: "Where is that guy?"

As a result, the martial arts master found that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the courtyard.

By the way, according to their own requirements, the Ma couple have always declared themselves to be martial artists of the Five Realms. So in the eyes of these female dolls, they don’t seem to have enough weight? It doesn't matter, after today's interrogation, the entire Ma family, including that little girl Ma Yuemei, should know the truth. The Ma family in Yongjia County actually spent a small amount of money to invite a true god.

Shen Ke glanced at Ma Yuemei in the room from the corner of his eye. After all, the sparring was imminent and he was about to show off his fists. The old man took a breath of pure energy and suppressed some charming thoughts.

The longer the eyebrows are, the better they look. You don’t need to apply makeup. You are a natural beauty. Both the queen and the empress of the small coastal country in her hometown had white skin, as white as pork.

A sword maid wanted to use the method of gathering sounds to form a line to remind the nursing home instructor that the provocateur who came to the house today was the fallen Chen Jianxian.

But for some reason, Master Shen seemed to turn a deaf ear, which made her a little confused. Master Shen was so heroic? Are you not afraid of Chen Ping'an at all?

Shen Ke narrowed his eyes and turned his head, looking at the man in green shirt on the other side of the roof, and asked, "Are you here to cause trouble?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "As the old saying goes, it doesn't mean that one family does not belong to the same family. Grandmaster Shen should be named Ma."

Shen Ke smiled casually and said: "Since we are martial artists of the same generation, why bother arguing with each other? Just show your skills in boxing."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It's really not easy to find a good person here."

Shen Ke untied the knot at one end of the long cloth bag, lifted it horizontally, stretched out his hand, and revealed the weapon inside, which turned out to be an ancient bronze sword with an exaggerated length.

Shen Ke said slowly: "Young man, a man of great skill is very brave. He dares to break into all kinds of dragons and tigers' dens. He will not live long if he does not care about his life."

Chen Ping'an glanced at the long sword and said, "It's a good thing, not common."

"You are so young, but you have so much murderous aura."

The old man held the sword in both hands, twisted his wrists, and shook the sword flower, "If the sword does not kill the nameless ghost, tell me, what is your name, and whether you have a disciple, if so, I will hold your head by the neck when you turn around. Go to your master’s door and give gifts.”

The vendetta in the rivers and lakes is no better than the fighting skills of the Qi practitioners in the mountains. The imperial court of Yuxuan Kingdom has always been relatively loose in control.

"My name is Chen Ping'an. I'm in my forties, but I'm not young anymore."

The blue-shirted swordsman smiled and said: "If you can take my head to Luopo Mountain, follow Na Haosu's example of beheading Nan Guangzhao, kill people, and leave the head at the gate of the mountain, you can count on it."

When Shen Ke heard this thunderous name, his eyelids trembled. With a breath of pure Qi and full of fist intention, he broke through the power in an instant, revealing a decadent trend visible to the naked eyes of others.

The old man tried his best to stand still and forgot to use the method of concentrating the sound into a line. "Excuse me, Chen Jianxian just wants to find someone to talk about the past. The old man will not get involved in such personal grudges. Now he will leave the smoky Ma Mansion. If Chen Jianxian feels that it is still an eyesore, I can leave the capital and never set foot in Yuxuan Kingdom again in this life."

Chen Pingan smiled and stretched out a palm, "It's easy to say, with your feet growing on you, Grandmaster Shen can go wherever he wants."

Shen Ke was surprised and uncertain, and carefully asked in a low voice: "Seriously?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You can take it seriously or not, it's up to you."

Without saying a word, Shen Ke threw away the long sword to show his sincerity, tiptoed a little, and walked away hastily. When the old man was fluttering on the roof all the way, whether he left Ma Mansion or this street, Walking all the way to the bustling downtown, the sun was shining and the spring was warm. When he was on the busy imperial street, Shen Ke finally let out a long breath of turbid air, thinking that he was going to hell, just survive.

But Shen Ke seemed to have forgotten one detail. Even if the showers stopped today, there should still be some traces of water in the capital city of Yuxuan Kingdom.

When Chen Ping'an left the courtyard and returned, Qin Zheng's eyes met with Ma Yan's. The latter nodded, indicating that everything had been arranged, and he must have been unaware of it.

Qin Zheng glanced at the maid in blue, seemingly unintentionally.

There was a short old man with a grimace on his face, carrying a swill bucket that was still 90% new. He was from a wealthy family, so he was certainly different from ordinary people. The outside of the bucket seemed to be embedded with black gold. The Ma family was rich, but the mansion was too big. The old man passed by a remote corridor, and there was a large group of young men and women who had nothing to do. They gathered their friends to play dominoes and gamble, shouting that the world was about to encounter a tiger. The bigger the head, the greater the title. All of them were blushing, and the poor old men put down their swill buckets, crouched behind them, made side bets, threw out a handful of copper coins, and lived a tight life, relying on this to earn some extra money. The old man is often alone, smoking native cigarettes mixed with elm leaves, which is very choking. In this family, only the second son, Ma Yanshan, is the least arrogant. He carries two bottles of good wine when he has nothing to do. He likes to talk to the old man about the past. It turns out that the old man was a remnant of the Zhu Ying dynasty in the south. The opera singer actually She was born in a boudoir, and she always said that when she was young, her figure, appearance, and singing skills were all good. She liked to paint her eyebrows and face with pastels, and she could write her own lyrics. She had a good relationship with the eunuchs in the Shengping Department in the palace, but she just had a bad voice. After living in the imperial city of my motherland for more than three years, my voice still hadn’t recovered and I couldn’t survive anymore. Later, I acted as a star and swordsman for many famous actors. After all, the situation was still getting worse year by year. When the Zhu Ying Dynasty was overthrown The Song family of Dali was annexed, and the dead were moved away from the dead. The living could not be suffocated to death, so they went around in circles and entered Ma's house to beg for food.

The old man slowly turned his head and found a man in a green shirt and long coat carrying a sword appeared over there, "Senior is actually a credit sword person? Are you waiting here to collect the bill?"

The old man was shocked, "Who are you?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's just a chance meeting, why worry about identity."

The old man looked uncertain and asked, "Then let's each do our own thing?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "The Ma family of Xinghua Lane can enjoy today's blessings. The predecessors have made great contributions. This account must be calculated carefully with you."

The old man disappeared and Chen Pingan smiled.

When the old man saw the light of day again, it should have been near Zhe'er Mountain outside the capital, but the old man found himself standing in...Xinghua Lane, Huaihuang County.

A young woman with peach blossom eyes and a melon-seed face had just returned from carrying water from the iron-locked well. The old man was dumbfounded and confused. How could Malanhua be so young?

The Ma family's kitchen, because the family is not divided, now has four generations living under the same roof, with lush branches and leaves, and the food for more than a hundred mouths is all made here.

If it weren't for the strict rules in the ancestral hall, or if we included those illegitimate children inside and outside the capital who were just not qualified to join the Ma family tree, the number would probably have doubled.

The cook in charge was a woman in her thirties, with tall and straight breasts that didn't even drop at all, so everyone thought she was an immoral vixen.

The women chewed their tongues and scolded her in different ways, and the men all wanted to sleep with her.

He lived in gossip every day and tried every possible way to abuse her.

If she hadn't been able to help Ma Che, and Ma Che was recognized as the number one scholar, she might not have been able to escape the clutches of some Ma Che men.

She has been a cook in Ma Mansion for many years and carries a pair of scissors with her every day for self-defense.

The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

A cesspit is filled only with shit and urine.

The young man named Ma Che was a gifted scholar. Everyone in the government and the public considered him to be a sure-fire future virtuous gentleman of Guanhu Academy.

Ma Che, a young man who would definitely become a powerful minister of Yuxuan Kingdom in the future, once blushed and panted, he hugged the plump woman from behind and rubbed her against her for a while.

The woman was busy in the kitchen again today, steaming several drawers of steamed buns with various fillings. For example, only the skirt of the turtle was taken, two pieces of tender meat from the back of the mouth and the cheeks of the mandarin fish were taken, and there was also a kind that grew on the termite nest. The fungus has a very juicy taste.

The other cooks and women in the house stayed away from this slutty woman named Yu Qing.

She stretched out her hand to smooth her black hair on her temples, then turned to look at a man in green shirt sitting on the threshold... a swordsman?

She seemed a little confused. The book said that a gentleman lives far away from the kitchen, and the brothers of the Ma family would not come to the kitchen. Of course, they thought that there were too many people here and there were too many people.

Not far outside the kitchen, there are more than a dozen pots of precious orchids placed on the stone strips under the garden shed. She has always taken good care of it.

Ma's private kitchen in Yongjia County would give a thumbs up to the top wealthy men in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom. Many greedy foodies rarely say who is better, but they always ask, "Why do the cabbages here taste better than those in other places?" Because the Five Flavor Gods under the Stove Lord are only in the capital. But as long as they taste Mafu's private kitchen, they will be amazed.

Chen Pingan asked with a smile from his heart: "I originally thought you were the spy arranged by Gu Can here, but now it seems that is not the case. Your surname is Lu?"

Standing up, Chen Ping'an walked into the kitchen, picked up a few heads of purple garlic from a stove, crushed the garlic cloves, held it in his hand, and served himself a bowl of fish soup noodles. He said with a smile: "Eat noodles." Not just garlic, it’s like killing people without blood, which is a bit less interesting after all.”

Yu Qing just stared at the inexplicable uninvited guest. As for the other women in the kitchen, they were probably shocked by the man's aura, and no one dared to say a word.

Chen Ping'an leaned against the stove and before putting down his chopsticks, he said with a smile: "Mr. Ma of Xinghua Lane owed our family a sum of money. It wasn't much, eight cents of silver, less than a penny. But in our hometown at that time, it didn't count. It’s a small amount of money. I had the courage to go to the door to ask for it twice before, but I still didn’t get it. The number of times I passed by Xinghua Lane without knocking on the door was even more. After eating this bowl of noodles, this is my first payment. Even if the account is settled, Ma Kuxuan still has intentions, please ask you to come out and come here to protect the Ma family."

The woman turned sideways, gave a blessing, and said with a soft smile, "Are you Shanzhu Chen?"

Chen Ping'an put down his bowl and chopsticks and burped, "It tastes really good to come to collect debts. Once you've had enough to eat and drink, let's get to work."

Yu Qing smiled sweetly, "Can disciples of Wen Sheng be allowed to kill indiscriminately in broad daylight?"

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand and patted the stove. The golden light shone in the palm of his hand, and countless golden threads spread out. He walked straight to the door, then turned around and smiled: "I hope you can still chat like this next time we meet."

Yu Qing narrowed her eyes, held a golden talisman between her fingers, and looked around. The sceneries of heaven and earth changed, and she seemed to have arrived at a fairy mansion.

In her field of vision, there was an isolated towering green mountain, with a long green river at the foot of the mountain. The buildings in the mountain were lined up in rows, dense and gorgeous, and cranes were hovering in the sky.

Yu Qing lowered his head and saw that it was a strange caisson that was not suspended in the air but was close to the ground?

She saw a golden lotus carved in the center of the caisson, surrounded by two yellow dragons with tails, and beyond that were the Sixteen Flying Apsaras. Circles of patterns continued to expand outwards, and finally there was a circle of ancient inscriptions that even she could not recognize the content of. . Logically speaking, with her realm and family education, she need not be afraid of this kind of formation that belongs to the illusory world, but the problem is that she doesn't feel that this place is a formation, but some kind of real existence. A mysterious realm. Reason and deduction told her that this was a formation, while sensibility and intuition told her that this was an illusion.

She held her breath and concentrated, not daring to breathe casually here. She lit up the secret talisman used to measure time, flicked her sleeves, and threw a spell into the open space in the distance. In an instant, dust was flying, and she frowned slightly. Except for the abundance of spiritual energy, there seems to be no difference between the world and the world. Yu Qing squatted down, picked up some soil, and ground it into powder. She looked at it carefully, and saw that the soil was real. This made Yu Qing feel like she was falling into the clouds. Could it be that the great monk on the top of the mountain had the world in his sleeves and the sun in his pot? Yue's means? And according to some family secrets, some mountaintop monks can carry the Cave Heaven Paradise with them.

Yu Qing carefully crafted a pocket-style pagoda with double eaves and gently threw it into the air to protect the one-third of an acre of land he was standing on. Then he slowly rose up against the wind and tried to overlook this secret place from a high place. As his body rose, Yu Qing had a panoramic view of the white jade arch bridge in front of him. There were various strange animals squatting on the bridge railing pillars. There was also a stone carving of a dragon-scaled figure under the bridge, lying on the ground and looking at it. Watery.

Yu Qing finally found a "big living person", a young woman wearing emerald green feathers. She was not in the mountains. She was walking along the green water with no end in sight. She was walking by the water. Her steps were not fast. Yu Qing hesitated. After a while, he headed towards the Cuiyu woman to fight against the wind and landed on the other side of the river. The woman clearly saw Yu Qing, but she just raised her eyes and continued walking slowly by the river. Yu Qing soon discovered There are clues. Every time this young and strange-looking woman takes a step, some subtle scenes around her that are not easily noticeable at first glance will change from white drawings to colored paintings. In addition, it may also add a few dewdrops to a clump of weeds, causing a tail to change from The snow-white carp jumping out of the water in the river turned into a gorgeous golden color. Is she here... checking for omissions and filling in the gaps, adding color to the picture of heaven and earth?

Yu Qing lowered her head and glanced at the talisman in her hand. Sure enough, the real time passed in about a snap of her fingers. However, as she silently counted Yu Qing in her heart, nearly a quarter of an hour had passed. This made Yu Qing feel even heavier. When she got up, the woman on the other side turned her head. She had a fair and flawless beautiful face, but there was a dead look in her eyes. When she stared blankly at the "incomparably vivid" Yu Qing, the look on the woman's face was extremely complicated. , sarcasm, pity, envy, hatred...

Yu Qing endured the strangeness in his heart and asked, "Dare you ask me your friend's name?"

The woman spoke hoarsely: "You can call me Xu Jiaoqie. The demon clan's real name is Xiao Xing. He comes from the wilderness. His mind is trapped here and there are already twelve thousand 'finger snaps'."

Yu Qing was puzzled. According to the other party's calculation, it was only twelve hours a day and night.

The woman who called herself Xu Jiaoqie suddenly twisted her face, as if she had guessed the other person's thoughts. She put her fingers on her cheeks and said, "It's only been a day and a night, just?! Four million and eight hundred thousand 'moments', four million eight hundred thousand." !”

She instantly put away her frenzied expression and pointed at the talisman in Yu Qing's hand. With an expression of joy immersed in great joy, she stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, and a low and breathtaking laughter came out from between her fingers, " Having fun alone is not as good as having fun with others. Now that you are with me, it is not so difficult. Have you noticed that the speed of time is getting slower and slower, but your thoughts are getting faster and faster. Here, You and I are both sleepless people, so pitiful."

In that small world filled with ancient gods, Ma Kuxuan said: "It seems that Yu Shiwu was wrong. You are not the Nascent Soul Realm with 80% probability, you are the Jade Pu Realm. What happened at that time is here How many days?”

The more than 100 ancient thunder-armored gods who were invited by Ma Kuxuan with his talismans and the technique of "inviting the gods to come down" seemed to be overwhelmed by the mighty heavenly law. They could only wait to be killed and did not dare to move at all. .

Just by the illusion of the sword wielder, a sword swept across, the sword light was bright, as if splitting the heaven and earth. Half of the golden armored gods were cut in half on the spot, and the golden bodies suddenly shattered and turned into countless golden lights.

The God of Fire raised his hand, the heaven and the earth were like a furnace, the fire was melting, and the charcoal of Yin and Yang was unknown, why was it burning alone?

In the blink of an eye, the world becomes clear.

Ma Kuxuan didn't take this seriously.

Chen Pingan regretted: "It's a pity that these golden body fragments are fake. Ma Kuxuan, aren't you very capable? Why don't you just invite the real bodies of these gods."

The scene in the small world receded like a tide, and the two returned to the real situation. Ma Kuxuan sat back on the steps at the entrance of the temple, and Chen Pingan stood in the square.

Ma Kuxuan said with a smile: "Doesn't it mean that Chen Yinguan was in seclusion specifically for me? He didn't have the Jade Purity Realm by his side. He only relied on his dual status as a Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator and a Tenth Realm martial artist. He still felt that this revenge was needed and walked into Yongjia County single-handedly. , is it something unreliable?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "You have such a big face."

Ma Kuxuan took a look at the "outside world" and saw that the real situation of the entire Ma Mansion had long since fallen into a state where the flow of time seemed to have stagnated.

Ma Kuxuan asked: "Can your Feijian's natal magical power control a simulated long river of time? How large an area can it cover? How long will it last?"

Ma Kuxuan asked again: "Why don't you show up with the appearance of Jianqi Great Wall? Is it because you think it is too ugly and you dare not see people?"

Ma Kuxuan asked again: "You know that I am not particularly concerned about the survival of Ma Mansion, so you are not curious, why do I still choose to appear here?"

In fact, Ma Kuxuan didn't like chatting with others, but this fellow countryman in front of him was the only exception.

Ma Kuxuan lamented, "Why have you become mute again?"

Ma Kuxuan stood up and said, "Then I'll play with you."

Chen Ping'an finally smiled and said, "Then I'll play with you. Anyway, it's more than once."

Ma Kuxuan twitched his lips and said, "You lost to me twice and lost to Cao Ci three times. Chen Pingan, don't think that you can regain your position now that you have a few more identities."

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "You can't sneak into the immortal realm, right?"

Ma Kuxuan suddenly said: "Have you guessed all this? Master Yin Guan has such a bright mind, no wonder he can stay in the summer palace."

Chen Pingan was silent.

Ma Kuxuan smiled and said, "Is this just asking the mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole behind?"

Chen Ping'an seemed to want to look panicked, but he suddenly smiled and said, "I won't pretend anymore, I won't act anymore. I lied to you twice, and I'm already very sorry."

Ma Kuxuan stretched and walked down the steps.

Chen Pingan said: "By the way, what a coincidence, my natal flying sword is called 'Caged Bird'."

As he spoke, a bright red robe appeared on Chen Ping'an's body.

In the courtyard, Ma Yan and Qin Zheng had nothing but good things to say about the man in green shirt. Ma Yan in particular was even more categorical, saying that even if he was deeply misunderstood by Master Chen, since he could not argue, he was still willing to use his own words. Life in exchange for Chen Quan's life. Qin Zheng suddenly knelt on the ground, like a husband and a wife following each other, and immediately followed up with some heartfelt words with a sincere expression, Chen Ping'an, if you think that your mother's death from illness is also related to us, then I will give you another life, just ask Please let our Ma family go, please don't anger others.

Chen Pingan turned a blind eye and just said with a smile, "Why do you continue to delay? What's the point?"

As he spoke, he took out several flying sword messages from his sleeves and crushed them all, "It's probably useless to bring in reinforcements."

A maid in green clothes rushed forward to Chen Pingan without any warning. A dagger slipped out of her sleeve, and she tried to fight at close range, showing the courage to die generously.

Another sword attendant jumped up, stretched out his hand in the air, held the long sword on the wall in his hand, and chopped off the head in the blue shirt in the air.

After that, the maids in green clothes all started to chase Chen Jianxian, no matter how hard they died.

Chen Ping'an raised an arm, put his fingers together, and in an instant, cut off the waists of more than a dozen maids in green clothes. Their corpses fell to the ground, and the courtyard was filled with blood. It was too horrible to see.

Even though Ma Yan was mentally prepared, he thought this scene was too bloody, and Qin Zheng even vomited on the spot.

Chen Pingan said calmly: "As a dead soldier, you must die if you want. You asked for it."

Qin Zheng lowered her head and bent over, retching incessantly. She seemed extremely rude, but the woman was secretly in high spirits.

At the roadside wine shop on the other side of Zheyao Mountain, the worried Mountain Goddess Song Wu was drinking by herself, absent-mindedly.

It was raining heavily, and the day was as dark as the night. The raindrops hit the windows quickly, making a noise like a new ghost.

In such a bleak scene with the rain curtain on the road, two guests unexpectedly came, a tall man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a graceful and elegant young man in a scholar's shirt. They were all wearing raincoats and walking in the rain. When they arrived under the eaves of the wine shop, they each Taking off the bamboo hat, Song Wei glanced at the road outside the house and saw the young man who looked like a banished immortal prince, holding an extremely handsome white horse, standing in the wind and rain.

Song Wei pointed to the wooden sign at the door and said apologetically: "Two guests, I'm sorry, the shop is closed, we won't accept guests."

The tall man took the lead to cross the threshold and said with a bright smile: "We are just looking for a place to hide from the rain. We have brought our own drinks and are waiting here for others. If they are not allowed in, we will go back and wait outside the door. On."

The gentle young man in scholar's shirt reached out and took off the wooden sign at the door, threw it casually on the counter, and said with a smile: "Since we are open for business, there is no reason not to make money."

Song Wei was hesitant. It could be seen that these two people were not easy people.

After all, she is a local mountain god, and her shop is located near Zheyao Mountain. When she cannot tell the level of someone's realm, there is only one possibility, it must be an accomplished monk.

The tall man raised his chin towards the counter, and the young man in Confucian shirt walked around behind the counter and took two jars of wine from the shelf.

Song Wei's eyes were opened. Is this what you call bringing your own drinks?

Then a graceful young woman walked in, wearing a moiré hairpin, a cotton dress, and a pair of embroidered shoes.

She walked out of the heavy rain, but the embroidered shoes on her feet were spotless.

She and the mountain god empress smiled and introduced themselves: "My name is Gu Lingyan, and I am the daughter-in-law of my young master."

Gu Lingyan turned his back on guests and went to the backyard to bring a brazier over. He also put a large bag of charcoal at his feet, poured it into the basin, lowered his head and breathed, and the charcoal ignited.

She picked up the iron tongs, moved skillfully, pushed some old ashes on the charcoal fire, leaned forward, stretched out her hand to warm the fire, gently shook her hands as white as snow, raised her head and asked with a smile: "Honey, there are taro in the shop. Are they strips or rice dumplings? I want to keep warm here while cutting window grilles and collecting shoe soles."

Song Wei shook his head. Do you think this is the person they are waiting for? Now that she's been waiting for her, what's next?

Gu Lingxuan looked at the Mountain Goddess who was sitting alone at a table, and said with a soft smile: "Mistress, your butt is really big, and your waist is too thin. Sitting on a long bench, your buttocks are too small." It will look plumper, if you get up at night and sit on the toilet, tsk tsk.”

Song Wei became angry due to embarrassment. Just because she could not distinguish their identity and background for the time being, she forcibly suppressed her displeasure. She smiled sweetly, pretending not to take it seriously and not talking to them.

Liu Xianyang spat out a mouthful of wine on the spot and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm a thin-skinned person, I haven't seen the world, I can't listen to this."

Gu Can looked calm.

Gu Lingyan said: "Zhe'er Mountain was renamed Zheyao Mountain. It sounds so nice, and it suddenly changed from a vulgar to an elegant one. But I heard that Zheyao Mountain is under the jurisdiction of Lujiao Mountain, the mountain of the prince of Xiyue, and that god's throne Changshan Shen, who is so tall that he couldn't be any taller, seems to have lost his official title? Is that what happened in the past few days? Do you have any inside information? You might as well tell it and listen to it. Just treat it as a meal for my young master. It counts. Good hospitality.”

Song Wei's face was ashen and he said in a deep voice: "Miss Gu, I don't care what sect you are or what realm you are. In this land of Huashan, please be careful what you say, and be careful of the misfortune that comes from your mouth."

According to the landscape genealogy of the Confucian Temple, Chang Fenghan of Lujiao Mountain, which is the mountain of the prince of Xiyue, is a third-grade god.

Logically speaking, to deprive such a high-ranking god of his official official status, a resolution needs to be passed by the Chinese Confucian Temple and the Great Li Dynasty. Even if Tong Wenchang is Chang Fenghan's immediate boss, he has no right to deal with such a high-ranking mountain god privately. Therefore, Tong Wenchang, who was newly promoted to the Great Emperor, did not act according to the rules at all.

Therefore, not only Chang Fenghan has filed an ultimatum with the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, but it is said that most of the chief officials of the Twenty Divisions of Lujiao Mountain have jointly submitted a statement to the Dali Dynasty.

It’s hard to say for the time being whether he can keep his old divine position. After all, Tong Wenchang has just been promoted to the divine king. The Confucian Temple and the Dali Song family must consider this. But generally speaking, the greater possibility is to compromise, Lujiao Mountain After receiving orders from the Zhongtu Confucian Temple and the Dali Ministry of Rites, Chang Fenghan was demoted several levels. However, we do not rule out the possibility that Tong Wenchang suffered a big setback. Chang Fenghan and Lujiaoshan did not change at all, but Tong Wenchang's prestige fell to the bottom.

No matter what the situation was, before the Confucian Temple gave a final conclusion, Song Wei really didn't believe that there were a few Qi practitioners in Aquarius Continent who were qualified to speak sarcastically about Changshan God in the territory under the jurisdiction of Lujiao Mountain.

Gu Lingyan sneered and said: "Why bother struggling to the death? It must be a situation where the tree falls and the hozens scatter. Who should I file a complaint with? Is it a complaint against Tong Shenjun or a complaint against Mountain Master Chen? But the farewell paper was sent directly to him. Shanzhu Chen has it in his hands. Ha, it’s interesting and interesting, just like the plot written in some books. He slapped the audience with surprise and angrily scolded who in the hall dares to sue me? "

Gu Can said: "Okay, I'll be your mute."

Gu Lingyan carefully looked at Gu Can's face. He was not angry, and there was still a smile in his eyes.

Liu Xianyang began to speak from his heart, "Why must I call Pei Qian?"

"She is Chen Pingan's junior."

"What's the point?"

"Our worries are different."

"How to say?"

"You are worried that he will encounter an accident. I am not worried about this at all. I am only worried that if he is over there and can't hold back, someone will catch him and the mad dog will bite people."

"Chen Ping'an is doing things, why don't you worry about it?"

"It's different this time."

"What are you afraid of? We are brothers fighting tigers. Father and son are soldiers in the battle. Chen Ping'an still has us."

Gu Can was silent for a moment, "Liu Xianyang, do you know what I envy you most?"

Liu Xianyang's eyes lit up, "Tell me about it. My biggest shortcoming is that I don't know my own strengths."

Gu Can said: "In dealing with the world, I have no brains at all. I only rely on intuition to eat."

Liu Xianyang waved his hand, "Let me tell you something. Don't tell anyone else. Blacksmith Ruan is already in the immortal realm."

"I can tell."

Liu Xianyang asked in confusion: "Which eye saw it?"

Gu Can sneered and said, "I'm different from someone who only knows how to practice swordsmanship. I also learned a little bit about Qi-gazing and deduction."

"With good qualifications, high talent, and a clear mind, there is no need to learn those messy heresies. Is there anything wrong with that?"

A woman in black with her hair tied in a round bun stepped across the threshold with nimble steps, holding a green bamboo hiking stick.

Gu Lingyan raised his head and looked at the door, hey, the real owner is here.

Pei Qian saluted Liu Xianyang and Gu Can with clasped fists.

Liu Xianyang smiled and waved, "Sit down and drink."

Gu Can nodded in greeting.

Song Kuo's heart tightened as he recognized the other party's identity.

Pei Qian, one of the four great masters of Aquarius Martial Arts! The founding disciple of Chen Pingan of Luopo Mountain!

Pei Qian raised his hand to Song Wei again and said, "I have met the Song Mountain God."

Song Fu hurriedly stood up and gave a blessing, "The little god is now named Song Fu, and he is the God of the Zheyao Mountain."

Pei Qian took out a piece of gold leaf and said with a smile: "I'm going to make some wine from the Four Corners Market with the Mountain Goddess."

Song Wei looked panicked and said: "No need to buy wine. It is the little god's honor and blessing to invite Grandmaster Pei to drink a few jars of Panyan wine brewed by Zheyaoshan today."

Pei Qian nodded and said, "You're welcome, junior. Thank you in advance."

Liu Xianyang clicked his tongue in surprise. The little Heitan back then has become so sensible.

Gu Can smiled knowingly.

Pei Qian took the jars of Xianjia wine and put them on the table.

The money is from Shangqing Boy. Wine is a fishing hook for poetry and a broom for sorrow.

When you go out and spend money on drinks, you don't have to ask about the price, just make a living.

Gu Lingyan's eyebrows were curved, and he smiled and said: "Miss Pei, we said goodbye at the ferry. I never thought that we would meet again so soon. We are really destined."

Pei Qian smiled and said: "It would be even more fate if we meet on the battlefield of Aquarius Continent."

In the courtyard, the head of the family, Ma Yan, began to scold Chen Pingan for killing innocent people indiscriminately and being unworthy of his status as a disciple of a saint.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "So what, what can you do to me? Today's tragedy of killing the Ma family in Yongjia County is unknown to heaven and earth."

Ma Yan shouted angrily: "Chen Pingan, you are simply crazy!"

Qin Zheng slowly straightened up and said from the bottom of his heart: "You bastard of Mu Ping Lane, do you know that through a mirror, soon the entire Aquarius Continent will know what you did today?!"

Chen Pingan's expected look of panic did not appear.

This made the woman feel a little more uneasy.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You are still so stupid and bad. You are just trying to plot against me. Why don't you think about it carefully? My first words after seeing you, why was I to arrange forty ways for you to die? What? How can a person die so many times?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Do you want me to cooperate with you and say a few more words? In my eyes, Chen Pingan, you are like ants with a life as cheap as grass. I will trample you to death and think your shoes are dirty? Or I will definitely follow you. Qin Zheng was cut into pieces, even if some information is leaked, with my current status, who would dare to avenge you?"

Chen Ping'an pointed to the jade bracelet on the woman's hand and said with a smile: "As the key point of this mirror, you should inspect it carefully to determine whether there is any spiritual energy left in it."

Qin Zheng quickly reached out and touched the bracelet. Her fingers felt like they were touching ice, causing the woman's color to change instantly.

Chen Ping'an casually waved his sleeves, and the blood of the corpses on the ground that had been chopped off at the waist slowly flowed into the corpses like an ebbing tide. The corpses that were broken into two parts began to "retreat" into the air, and the daggers and long knives that fell to the ground The sword was put back into the hands of the corpse, and all the tracks were exactly the same. The corpses were finally pieced together and returned to their original positions one by one. The group of maids in blue who had come back to life were still standing in the same place alive.

This bloody incident was like a poor performance by the Caotai team, or it was like reading two pages of a book. Turning one page and then turning back to the other, how could there be any difference in all the words? Only the feeling after reading two pages of text remained in my heart. For those maids in blue, the pain of having their waists cut off and the lingering fear of dying seemed to still linger in their hearts.

A woman screamed suddenly. It turned out that Qin Zheng's wrist with the jade bracelet was cut off by a wisp of sword energy and fell to the ground.

Chen Pingan came to Ma Yan, reached out and grabbed the latter's neck, dragged him to Qin Zheng, who was rolling on the ground in pain, and then threw Ma Yan to the ground. Chen Pingan raised his foot and stepped on Ma Yan's head. , forcing him to widen his bloodshot eyes and look hard at the broken wrist, Chen Ping'an gently twisted the toe of his shoe, and one side of Ma Yan's cheek was suddenly bloody and bloody, and the white bones were exposed.

Chen Ping'an asked calmly: "Do you know how much money eight coins of silver back then can be exchanged for, and how many medicinal materials I can buy at Yang's Pharmacy?! Do you know why I often go to your Xinghua Lane? , squatting on the roadside, why did you see that stall selling candied haws?"

The old master Shen Ke, who thought he was out of danger, suddenly turned his head when he was about to leave the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom.

In the bustling street behind him, everyone looked at him with a smile.

This made Shen Ke, who was accustomed to the world, feel a chill down his spine for a moment. The sun was shining brightly, and it felt like he had seen a ghost in the daytime.

Thousands of people are alike, men, women, old and young, with different identities, different body shapes and different attires, but they all have the same face.

The old man, whose identity was concealed, saw a stall appear out of thin air in Xinghua Lane. There was a middle-aged man selling candied haws.

The middle-aged man and the old man looked at each other and said with a smile, "You guys are blind and don't know that there are gods three feet above your head. You don't know that the blue sky is high and the yellow earth is thick. You can only see that the cold moon and warm sun are here to fry people's lives."

In the ruins of the Immortal Mansion, Yu Qing, who had lost his Taoist heart, left the river out of his mind and climbed up the stairs along the mountain road.

Sitting on the steps was a young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown on his head. His ever-changing face and different voices repeatedly told him that in the dust of the world, I would rather love or hate.

At the same time, both sides of the mountain road were covered with "hanged ghosts", tens of thousands of them, spreading all the way to the top of the mountain. The signs of death were exactly the same, with a long sword piercing the temple and hanging in the air.

The old woman was being burned at the stake.

The ghost scholar is in a dangerous situation.

All the unforgettable hatred in the world is like a jar of old wine, waiting for the Avengers to open the mud seal and drink from it.

The real Chen Ping'an was actually inside the Ma family's ancestral hall from beginning to end. He moved a chair, with his back to the door, a sword across his knees, a sword gourd in his hand, and sips of wine.