Sword of Coming

Among the sixty-one persons imprisoned in the prison, there are very few fifth-level demon clans left.

Today's sewing of core twisting is particularly critical, as it is the final stage at the spine.

The old deaf boy clasped his hands behind his back and came all the way to watch the sewing.

As a demon clan, it is more comfortable to watch people suffer than to enjoy happiness.

The white-haired boy called his grandson.

The old deaf boy responded and said, "I'll be a deaf boy."

Chen Ping'an has long been sitting in meditation, his mind is immersed, his three souls and seven souls have been nailed with embroidery needles, and they are tightly imprisoned by twisting cores. The purpose was to prevent Chen Ping'an from being unable to bear the pain, unable to control himself, and ruining the interlocking sewing work that must not be missed at all.

Nian Xin was extremely thoughtful in sewing this time and "making wedding clothes" for the young hermit official.

The reason is simple. She will never have such an opportunity to practice her skills again in her life.

And once she succeeds, at least two qi practitioners in the world, especially those dignified sect masters, will know what kind of work she has accomplished as a sewing person like a mouse crossing the street. feat.

Just like that man, whenever the art of chess is mentioned in the human world, one cannot avoid Baidi City, and when one talks about Taoism, one cannot avoid the Heavenly Master.

Therefore, Nuxin is more eager to succeed than Chen Ping'an.

As a result, a seamstress who is a cultivator in the Jade Realm would often feel his eyes astringent and sour after using the knife and needle for a long time. , raised his head and dropped them into his eyes.

In addition to the sword-raising gourd borrowed from the young Yinguan, Nian Xin, after sewing twice, took out two of the immortal treasures at the bottom of the box, namely the golden urn and the jade book.

The old deaf boy looked down at the golden urn and jade book, nodded and said, "Good stuff."

The white-haired boy said regretfully: "It's a pity. It will be discarded after use, otherwise my grandpa Yinguan's eyes will definitely shine."

Both things are the origin of twisting the core.

Yan Xin once confessed to Chen Ping'an that her opportunity to practice Taoism, besides the many secret arts and supernatural powers of the tailor, and the gold and jade books, are all extremely orthodox treasures of the immortal family, which can complement the sewing method, otherwise She will definitely not survive today.

Ordinary cultivators, even if they are in the same Jade Purity realm as Nian Xin, cannot clearly see the contents of the Golden Lug and Jade Book, as if there is a natural landscape formation.

It's just that the old deaf child and the white-haired boy are very unusual.

The jade book is a Zen jade book of an ancient dynasty in Shenzhou, China. The book is divided into twenty-four slips, and the slips are connected with gold threads. Each piece of jade book is cut and polished by secret techniques.

Jinlu is a "Real Juan of Lulu", also known as the Tulu Picture, the whole volume is divided into three parts, the first part, a total of sixteen characters, the first eight characters, the three-hole bronze inscription Zongzhen Xianjian, the fonts are all Yunzhuan, surrounded by clouds and mist, flows slowly, and the last eight characters, Taoism and heaven will last forever, are words of blessing, written by a great heavenly master in Longhu Mountain. The second part is the portraits of the sixty-one gods, and the third part is the main text of the entire "Record of Records". It is said that after the fall of the dynasty, the woman devoted herself to cultivating Taoism and eventually achieved great success.

The jade book is okay. After it is spread out, it is only one foot.

But the real scroll, spread out, is more than ten feet long.

The reason why these two important treasures were taken out was that Tianxin would use the tailor's unique technique, or extract characters, or strip off talismans, or expand cloud patterns, and then use the method of imperial edict to paste yellow, and place them one by one on the skin of the young hermit. , above the muscles and bones.

Therefore, Nian Xin has reached the point where he is willing to bankrupt his fortune just to sew this time.

As for how much suffering and pain the young people will suffer, Nian Xin doesn't mind at all. Since he dares to come here and do this, he will just suffer it.

Now looking at the golden inscriptions and jade books on the ground, the old deaf boy remembered a trivial matter. Earlier, the old deaf boy agreed to the young hermit's deal in exchange for all three disciples getting out of prison.

The two parties have reached an agreement. The old deaf boy needs to come up with a Taoist method suitable for the practice of the demon clan, as well as two mountain objects with a magic weapon grade, and they must be rare among the magic weapons. Whether it is refining or using, the threshold is Low.

Giving away two magic weapons is a trivial matter, but that method is a little troublesome.

A mountain Taoist law that has been passed down in an orderly manner must have many restrictions. For example, small objects and close objects, as well as certain rare talismans, all have ways to open and close the door.

Another example is that a certain ancestral talisman from the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain has been blessed by all the heavenly masters of the past dynasties. Apart from the descendants of the Tianshi Mansion, let alone refining it, even if you are a monk in the Immortal Realm, you can't lift it.

The profound magic techniques of the Immortal family, written in the form of formulas, are often in line with the Dao. After being compiled into a book, they naturally contain supernatural powers. Firstly, the material that carries the words of the Dao formula must not be simple. Secondly, even if the great monks remove all kinds of restrictions, Qi practitioners with low realms will also be looked down upon. Therefore, the Immortal family of Zongzitou often treasures Taoist books, which are mostly transmitted orally and heart-to-heart, which is called "personal transmission".

Moreover, it is not easy for a preacher to teach from his heart orally. If he is not careful, he will destroy his disciples' Taoism.

The old deaf man thought for a while, and there was no point in keeping that Taoist book for himself. Anyway, he had never thought of starting a sect, so he simply lifted all the restrictions and gave it to the young hermit official. But after that, how did Chen Ping'an teach others? The old deaf child didn't care. Handing toilet paper to the person squatting in the toilet was very affectionate, and he couldn't wipe his buttocks as well.

The white-haired boy smiled and asked: "If it were Youyu and Du Shanyin, would they be rolling all over the ground with one strike?"

The old deaf son shook his head and said: "Barely survived two stabs, there is still a chance. Anyway, these two bastards don't rely on hardships to cultivate. If their lives are good, they are more useful than anything else. Otherwise, it would be their turn to come here to enjoy the blessings."

Lian Xin retracted the knife and rested for a while, because she was a little stagnant when cutting the knife earlier, she seemed to be in a bad mood, and when she heard the noise of the old deaf child and the Huawai Tianmo, her face was gloomy, and she said angrily, "Get away!"

The old deaf son who is known for his good temper on the Great Wall of Sword Qi really stayed away from this place and climbed up the stairs. It's okay for the girls to be ugly, but with such a bad temper, it's no wonder they can't get married.

The white-haired boy floated beside the old deaf child, "Do you need Grandpa's help to sharpen your melancholy Dao heart? You don't need to thank Grandpa for such a small favor."

The old deaf child smiled and said: "I advise you not to do it. The boss sword fairy is watching this side. If my servant fails to protect the master, before I am shot to death, I will definitely settle the score with you first, and settle the old score with you."

After the two guys left, Tian Xin let out a mouthful of turbid air, continued to calm down, and slowly lowered the knife.

In her eyes, the horrible scene in the eyes of ordinary people is too beautiful.

In the method of seal cutting, Yang Wen is precious and light, after twisting the core and cutting the inscription with a knife, the clouds and mists rise, producing five-color mushrooms, and Yin Wen is precious and turbid, like the dragon veins stretching at the root of Dayue Mountain. Clear and light like the sky, heavy and turbid like the earth.

For example, if there is a four-character Yangwenyun seal script, instead of writing the real name of the big demon, write the seal script of the "Tao Jing Shi Bao" seal script. Once the seal script is completed, there will be an auspicious atmosphere, and it will not go away, like a sea of ​​clouds surrounding a mountain.

There is also the engraving of the eight ancient small seal scripts of "Tai Yi Zhuang Bao, Li Xian Zhuan Wen".

There are the sword skills, the talisman patterns, and the bending and winding to the fullest. There is a place where the knife is collected, and the place where the pen is collected is like a drooping dewdrop, which hangs down but does not fall, and the water transport condenses like drops of morning dew.

There is also a cutter like a carpenter's shavings, the twisting core lowers its head and gently blows off useless debris, and those debris naturally all come from the spine of the young hermit.

After work was over today, Yan Xin dragged the young man to the small door again, complaining: "Chen Pingan, I can't hold on to this, at most it will cost thirty knives. If I didn't close the knives in time, your The entire spine is useless. Do you want to break the Longevity Bridge again?!"

The dying young man was unable to speak for a long time, but his lips moved slightly, which should be cursing.

There was blood all over the place, and the core was not wasted. The blood would be connected into a thread by itself, and finally all of it would be put into the embroidered bag on her waist.

The old deaf boy stood at the small door and unlocked it, and Yan Xin casually threw the young Yinguan into the "melting furnace" where golden magma was rolling in the house.

The old deaf boy closed the door.

As Lian Xin was about to leave, the old deaf son said: "How does Lord Yin Guan kill the five realms? The boss Sword Immortal has never mentioned it. How are you going to solve it?"

Yan Xin shook his head and said, "He didn't say anything."

The old deaf boy smiled and said, "Today is going well?"

There is a haze between the twisted core brows, "Chen Ping'an's delay in entering the distant world is not a long-term solution after all. In fact, the current suffering is very painful. He asked for three points. If it was me, let the boss sword Xian used some unorthodox means to break through the situation first. Since he is in a hurry to leave, why is he not in such a hurry."

The old deaf son hummed, these troubles had nothing to do with him, and said: "Miss Lianxin, I have been a neighbor for so many years, why don't I treat you to a meal of stewed tofu with loach now? My young master is really good at cooking. It's better than that." Your internal organs are chewing each other, and you eat yourself."

Lian Xin didn't appreciate it, and drifted away.

The old deaf son went to the cage of the big demon Qingqiu, without the old deaf son saying anything, the big demon obediently handed over three coins of his life essence and blood and a large piece of flesh, and then asked in a trembling voice: "Can you send a message to me?" Secret officer?"

If this goes on, I really can't bear it.

The old deaf boy ate the flesh and blood of green loach, full of muscle, but the taste was much worse than cooked food, he said with a smile: "Didn't Lord Yinguan look for you again? Why, last time we still didn't agree?"

The big demon Qingqiu smiled bitterly.

I did meet that young man again before, but at that time, I wanted to drag that guy into prison, so I "declined" the other party's proposal.

The young man said something, I heard that the loach is a genus that likes turbidity and is most afraid of the sun. Then he threw a yellow paper talisman with a ghostly talisman into the cage, and the big demon Qingqiu grabbed it with one hand and ate that talisman, mocking the young man's talisman tricks.

After that, the young people stopped coming, but the old deaf children came here every now and then.

The old deaf child ate and wiped clean, put his hands behind his back, "Why did you go so early?"

Maybe this day is the auspicious day for the big demon Qingqiu, Chen Ping walked around the cage of the big demon in the upper five realms.

When the young man passed by, the big demon Qingqiu immediately appeared near the Jianguang fence, and said, "How can I not let Chengshan trouble me?"

Chen Ping was stunned for a moment, Chengshan was the alias of that old deaf child in the wild world? The archives about the old deaf child in the summer resort palace consisted of only two pages, and each word was smeared into ink blots by the former hermit official Xiao Yin, the kind where one word was scribbled on one piece, neither the pages were torn off directly nor random Smeared in large swaths, it's like she's doing something fun.

Chen Pingan stopped and looked at the big demon Qingqiu, "It's very simple, you tell me the inside story of the big monster Yaoluohe's up and down, the more detailed the better."

The big demon Qingqiu was silent for a moment, with a sneer on his face, he retreated directly into the fog barrier.

Chen Pingan was not reluctant, and went to the first cage where Yunqing was imprisoned. Chen Pingan often came here to chat with this big monster. It was really just chatting about the customs and customs of each world.

Today, the two sides sit facing each other, separated only by a fence.

Chen Pingan didn't expect Yunqing to be knowledgeable and not inferior to Confucian disciples at all. For example, even the "Moon Order" said that Ji Qiu hunted down Jiaos to take turtles, and said that Ming Jiao can be cut down but dragons cannot be touched.

After Chen Ping asked, he found out that Yun Qing had studied with Zhou Mi for several years, but he didn't have the status of master and apprentice.

Moreover, Yun Qing likes to travel around the world, and even compiled a collection of poems, which was widely circulated in several dynasties in the wild world.

At the end of today's chat, the big demon Yunqing smiled and took off the bamboo flute with the engraved "Immortal" engraved on his waist, and held it in his hand, "Half immortal soldiers, keep them for useless, and give them to the hermit officials."

This bamboo flute, in addition to the seal engraving of the three characters Banished Immortal, also has a line of small characters, which was once granted to Lu Zhi Feng Coupon.

The great demon Yunqing said that the reason for this object was that it was once a love object of a great demon in the Ascension Realm. If it was not seriously damaged and could not be repaired, it would be a rank of immortal soldier.

Chen Ping shook his head, "I dare not accept it."

Yun Qing wondered, "Why?"

Chen Pingan said: "Even if we meet by chance, we will end up with different camps, so Senior Yunqing will not delay killing me against his will."

Yun Qing nodded and said with a smile: "We are each other, so we hit it off."

In the suspended building, Chen Ping'an walked around in circles, but he couldn't help but hunchbacked, with one arm drooping.

Lian Xin sat on the steps in the distance, and said: "If you don't enter the remote world, the sequelae will be very serious. Even if you succeed in the end, the effect will be greatly reduced."

Chen Ping nodded lightly: "I know."

Twisting the core is also helpless.

The white-haired boy appeared next to Yan Xin, and turned into a scholar of the great demon Yunqing, and smiled: "Miss Yan Xin, to be honest, I have been in love with you for a long time, such a girl with no entanglement in her temples, It's not the makeup of the world's wealth and wealth."

The twist core didn't make sense.

Huawai Tianmo changed his appearance again, and said hoarsely, "Tian Xin, you don't think I'm deaf and blind, and I'm old?"

Twisting Core still ignored it.

Huawai Tianmo changed again, "Senior Lianxin, you can't be judged by appearance. In my eyes, you are all good-looking girls. There are thousands of good-looking girls, but there is only one Lianxin girl."

Chen Ping kept walking and said, "It's almost done."

It turned out that the celestial demon turned into the appearance of Chen Pingan in the blue shirt.

Twisting the core was just thinking about the follow-up of sewing.

Huawai Tianmo regained his favorite skin, and sat on the steps, "Lonely men and widows, without the slightest affection, it's outrageous! What's going on with you two, it's a big spoiler."

After Chen Ping took the stake, he began to set up the stake with the sword stove, and after half an hour of setting up the stake, he began to breathe and breathe, calmly nourishing the natal flying sword.

Twist the core away.

The celestial demon of the green snake, on the other hand, was unwilling to leave, staring at the Yangjian gourd beside Chen Pingan.

His dagger "Longqiu" was waiting inside, and the one that Chen Pingan returned earlier was pinned around his waist and named "Jiangdu".

They are very interesting, and they are just used to feed the two little things hanging from the ears.

In fact, the rank of the things that can survive in this world for a long time will not be bad.

But for an alien demon, it doesn't really make any sense, it just depends on the eye.

He suddenly said: "What about the fairy shed? Why don't I just give you the magic robe on her body, and let her put on the clothes and use the sword?"

Chen Pingan said indifferently: "The dead are the greatest."

After getting up, he leaned back, supported the ground with one hand, closed his eyes, and performed the sword art with one hand.

The white-haired boy kept his promise and would not set foot in that building, but just wandered around, constantly changing into various monster clans who died under Chen Ping's fist and sword, and only asked, "Is the dead more important? What about the living?" ?”

Chen Pingan opened his eyes and put his fingers together against the ground, so his feet were raised a little.

The white-haired boy who had recovered his original appearance looked at him, and said with a smile: "You don't agree with your heart, you have been criticizing yourself, the strong, and the world."

Chen Pingan closed his eyes again and said, "There is no law."

Huawai Tianmo suddenly turned into a woman and smiled sweetly.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, and opened his eyes to see that it was a face that could be faked.

What the heart thinks, what the eyes see.

This is the frightening thing about Huawaitianmo.

Chen Ping closed his eyes and said, "At your own risk."

The white-haired boy immediately yelled: "Grandpa Yinguan, once your future demon is this woman, what should you do?"

Chen Ping smiled a little, and said slowly: "I hope so."

The white-haired boy raised his hands and flicked the green snake by his ears with both fingers. The movement was slight, but the sound was like a bell, echoing in the sky and the earth, and asked, "Why don't you practice it?"

Chen Pingan said in a deep voice, "Stay away from me!"

The white-haired boy complained: "You have lost a seniority in vain, and Grandpa Yin's business has lost money."

Then the next moment, Huawai Tianmo was silent, shrinking his neck.

It turned out that Chen Qingdu had already grabbed his head and held it in his hands.

The old man defeated purely with sword intent, Huawai Tianmo's face became distorted, and his whole body melted away like a candle.

Chen Ping turned over and stood still.

Chen Qing threw away the celestial demon, looked at Chen Pingan, frowned and said, "None of the real names of the key demons have been engraved?"

Lianxin reappeared on the steps, "Don't blame me, I can engrave it, but it will be engraved on the dead."

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "The bottleneck of martial arts is really not easy to break. Even if you confront the demon outside and ask for fists, it is useless. What is lacking now is that mysterious and mysterious divine will. Otherwise, if you just temper your body, you will just endure it. Senior Yanxin's sewing is enough for me to enter the remote world."

Chen Qingdu said: "Where can I go to find a perfect ten-level warrior for Lord Yin Guan?"

Chen Pingan said: "Don't ask me."

Chen Qing smiled angrily.

Twisted Core was an eye-opener.

The old deaf boy who came immediately following the movement was full of admiration.

The Huawai Heavenly Demon who was curled up on the steps felt that the Grandpa Yin Guan was shouting in vain.

The result was that Lord Yinguan was overwhelmed by the sword intent, first bent down, then knelt down, and finally lay on the ground unable to move, almost turning into a puddle of mud.

Fortunately, the boss Sword Immortal had some sense of loyalty and directly threw Chen Pingan into the magma furnace.

After Chen Ping disappeared.

Chen Qingdu waved his hand, and they left at the same time.

The old man stood in the pavilion, looked around, his eyes slowly swept across the four pavilion pillars.

It was rare for Chen Pingan to leave the prison to take a breath.

The white-haired boy showed up quickly, and urged the young hermit to go to the place where the criminal officials practiced Taoism, saying that there are many treasures there, and they are all unowned things, so they can be picked up casually.

Take a look, just take a look, if you don't pick it up, you won't pick it up.

Chen Pingan came to the stream under the guidance of Huawai Tianmo, with a somewhat dazed expression, as if he was in his hometown and was going to pick up snake gallstones. But a big basket is missing.

The white-haired boy was simply a delinquent ear god. He told Chen Ping'an in detail about the current situation of the two pairs of masters and servants. He said that Youyu was a little idiot who was slow to learn anything. Compared with the three disciples that the old deaf boy had accepted, he was no better at all. No comparison. He said that Du Shanyin had good sword training qualifications and better luck, but it was a pity that he was a big pervert. These guys could become the masters of old deaf children and criminal officials. He was really sad for Grandpa Yin Guan.

Chen Pingan stopped suddenly, not far away by the stream, there was a woman making clothes and a little servant girl who washed yarn.

Chen Pingan looked at it intently and felt incredible. I have traveled all over the rivers and lakes, and I have seen those incense burners who make plaques and incense burners their homes, and even Cui Dongshan's Chongyin, but I have never seen the two women in front of me.

The white-haired boy admired: "Grandpa Yin Guan has really good eyesight. He immediately saw their true identities. They are the ancestral money incarnations of Jin Jing Qian and Guyu Qian respectively. That Du Shan Yin is absolutely impossible, he only saw I saw their pretty faces, big breasts, and small waists. You Yu is even more pitiful, and I dare not take a second look, only Grandpa Yin, who is really a hero."

The woman making clothes raised her head, stroked her temple hair, and smiled at Chen Pingan.

Huansha girl saw the young hermit and put a finger on her cheek.

Chen Pingan bowed his hand and returned the gift.

The white-haired boy stomped his feet and said, "Grandpa Yinguan, how can they be worthy of your great gift from your old man, break them to death."

Chen Ping pretended not to hear anything, and walked towards the hut while thinking about money.

There are three kinds of gold and fine copper coins in Dali, the money for welcoming the spring, the money for offerings, and the money for suppressing victory. Chen Pingan was no stranger to buying the way to Lizhu Cave. After all, the first wave of mountains was bought with a few bags of gold and copper coins. The three kinds of gold and fine copper coins sold by the Dali Dynasty to various immortal families. It is said that the Mohist family helped the Song family to first create three types of mother coins, which were the most exquisite in appearance and the most beautiful products. Refined on a large scale.

Even the carved mother coins made of ordinary copper coins by the secular dynasty are the beloved things of many immortal masters on the mountain, and they are treasures that spring collectors spare no expense to buy.

Together with the gold and fine copper coins, the imperial court issued new coins, as well as the three kinds of fairy coins including Shanxue coins, Xiaoshu coins and Guyu coins. On top of Diaomu coins, there is still an ancestral coin.

The ancestral money of Xue Qianqian was naturally collected by the Liu family of Ai Aizhou, but the whereabouts of the ancestral money of Xiaoshu Qian and Guyu Qian have never been confirmed. I never thought that the ancestral money of Guyu Qian was pocketed by the executioner. With such an opportunity, he was able to manifest as a human being.

There are spirit beings in the world, as long as they transform into human form, no matter what their roots and feet are, and open their spiritual wisdom, they are all good fortune, then they can be regarded as mountaineering ascetics. There is nothing wrong with treating each other with courtesy.

Young Du Shanyin, who has nothing to do today, stands under the grape arbor, looking at the two guests from a distance.

The white-haired boy was still fighting against his "Grandpa Yin Guan", walking side by side with Chen Ping'an, but he walked backwards and pointed at the two women who only made clothes and clothes every day, "You are wanton and unbridled, it is the way it is. "

The woman in the clothes and the girl in the gauze were originally no different from the beauties in the countryside. After the word "current" was spoken by the demon outside, they actually experienced strange phenomena. Their skin showed golden and green colors respectively, and there were vague words emerging, especially It was the forehead of Huansha's little servant girl, like a small skylight, probably because when she was born, her words were chopped off and the knife marks still remained.

But they didn't realize it, and just continued to make clothes and yarn.

The white-haired boy said softly: "In the world, ancestor money and money often come in pairs. If both of them become spirits and then become a couple, tsk tsk tsk, it will be a once-in-a-lifetime blessing. Money begets money, and hidden officials Grandpa, as long as you agree to take me to Haoran Tianxia, ​​I will help you get them from the Criminal Sword Immortal. Then when I get to Haoran Tianxia, ​​I will work non-stop, eyes wide open, to help you find their Taoist companions! How about that? ?”

Chen Pingan said, "Not really."

The sword fairy judge was in the thatched hut, even if the hidden official came to the door, he didn't intend to open the door to entertain guests.

Chen Ping'an was here to relax, and he didn't care about the attitude of the criminal officer, as long as he didn't get a sword light.

Du Shanyin saluted and said, "I pay my respects to Mr. Yin Guan."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Anything you want."

Du Shanyin remembered something, slapped his head, went to fetch two bags of gold powder, and handed out one bag first, "Please accept it, Mr. Yinguan."

Chen Pingan really accepted it.

Du Shanyin handed out another bag of gold powder, "I beg Mr. Yin Guan to tell a story about mountains and rivers."

The white-haired boy smiled playfully.

Chen Ping stretched out his hands to hold the tall boy's head, and said with a smile, "Even if you become a veritable master of criminal officials in the future, don't do this kind of thing again."

Du Shanyin raised his head with a calm expression, "Dare to ask why?"

Chen Pingan didn't speak any more, just passed by the young man, and moved to appreciate the multicolored flower god porcelain cups hanging in the air.

The white-haired boy jumped up and patted the young man on the shoulder, saying: "You are a talented person, keep working hard! My grandfather, a hermit official, is jealous of your deep fortune. Being overwhelmed by self-satisfaction is a compliment for a cultivator. "

Du Shanyin grinned, "I'm joking."

The white-haired boy asked suspiciously, "Why aren't you afraid of me at all?"

Du Shanyin's thoughts moved slightly, and a flash of sword light suddenly hovered over the young man's shoulders, like a bird standing on a branch.

Du Shanyin said: "The criminal officer gave this thing to me as a gift."

The white-haired boy immediately said: "Just based on this, I will call you father from now on!"

Du Shanyin just smiled a little, but suddenly his face froze.

Chen Pingan was looking up at the bottom of a Huashen porcelain cup, and said with a smile: "You can fight the fire with all your strength."

The white-haired boy laughed.

Chen Ping turned his head and looked at the tall boy's back, "Why don't you dare to draw a sword within your rules."

Du Shanyin turned his head and said with a smile: "In my eyes, you are all masters of Taoism, it's not too much to play around in the world."

Chen Ping laughed it off, and continued to look at the porcelain cup and the poem for the occasion, which was excellent in content, so he accepted it with a smile.

The white-haired boy asked: "Du Shanyin, the criminal officer, have you ever told you that if you learn swordsmanship in the future, if you have the opportunity to travel across the vast world, you must kill all the flower pickers on the mountain? Did you give me a lot of thought?" Immortal family treasures that you can’t even imagine? For example, there is a fairy book dedicated to the two characters of immortals? It’s just in your heart, but you regret that the two aunts and aunts didn’t give you together, so there is a fly in the ointment?”

"It's okay. It just so happens that my grandpa Yinguan doesn't think much about them. I'll help you alms for the criminal officer. You don't need to thank me! Oh, forget it, I said this, your thoughts on them will become shallow, and you always feel They are already discarded by Mr. Yinguan. In your heart, they don’t have such a fairy demeanor, otherwise they will be a head shorter than Grandpa Yinguan, right? Don’t worry, this is human nature, so there is no need to be ashamed. If you want to reach the top, you should be like you when you practice the great way, take what you see, discard it if you don’t like it, break it if you hate it, and grab it if you love it..."

Du Shanyin was terrified, his face became more and more embarrassing, so he could only keep silent.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a while, but still didn't say anything.

Too many opportunities are given, and no consideration is given to whether they can accept them or not. Those who give them don't want to, and those who accept them don't want to.

It's just that Chen Pingan thought about it again and again. It can't be said that such a mind is the root of Du Shanyin's avenue. Whoever says the level of achievement is only the depth of thinking.

What's more, what A Liang said is right, what to care about, what to care about, can you care about it, can you care about it.

The white-haired boy was a little elated, and he babbled so much that the criminal officers in the hut didn't make a sound, which is a good omen. As expected of a criminal officer who doesn't care about anything, he is completely different from Grandpa Yinguan.

He walked up to Chen Ping'an and pointed to a white jade table outside the grape arbor, "Baby, it's a pity that the fairy book on the table already belongs to Du Shanyin. A bunch of little guys have been raised in the book, It is definitely not comparable to ordinary silverfish, and all of them are old and valuable."

Chen Ping walked out of the grape rack, went directly to the stone table, and opened a page of the book. The book was filled with the characters of immortals in different fonts, both cursive and regular script.

The white-haired boy asked in a low voice, "Reading without even saying hello to Du Shanyin, Grandpa Yin, that's not like your style."

Chen Ping pretended not to hear anything, he just flipped through the book, looking for the silverfish.

Li Huai seems to have silverfish in the book, but I don't know if there are any of them now.

The white-haired boy muttered, "My lord Yinguan is definitely not an idiot. Why? Could it be that his mood has changed again? Or is he deliberately bluffing me, lying to me about that dagger?"

Chen Pingan couldn't see the so-called "little guy" after reading a book, so he had to give up.

According to ancient books, there is an allusion that silverfish eat three gods.

Silverfish enter the scriptures and Taoism books, and eat the immortal characters for a long time, and then they will have five colors. If people swallow them, they will become immortals, and at the last time, they will be full of writing and thoughts, and their wonderful pens will produce flowers.

One is the general talk of literati's pens, and the other is word of mouth of Qi practitioners on the mountain.

It's just that the so-called immortal words, even those who practice Taoism on the mountain, can't understand the deep meaning. I only know that the silverfish was a kind of wall fish in its previous body, which was only born in a scholarly family, hidden in a pen holder, an inkstone or in the shadow of a lamp. On the contrary, the people in the mountains have said convincingly that as long as the word "immortal" is written on expensive letterhead, cut up and put into a bottle, there will be wall fish sneaking in, eating up the shredded paper, and there is hope to grow into a silverfish.

The white-haired boy slapped the white jade table, "Shame on your face? Believe it or not, I wrote a word about wine in the book, so you bastards will be drunk to death?!"

Chen Pingan took a closer look, but between the two lines of the word "immortal" on the page, little guys the size of fingernails kept appearing, "over the wall" from different pages, from high to low, squatting sickly Between the pages of the book, he looked pitifully at him and the white-haired boy.

Chen Pingan smiled and said "Excuse me" and gently closed the book.

The white-haired boy knelt on the stone bench, stretched out his hand to cover the book, and explained: "It's the most fun for silverfish to become a fairy. They can eat whatever is written in the book. There are also various changes, such as writing that and the book. Poems related to alcohol will really make you drunk and sway, first write the young lady, and then write the boudoir grievances, their appearance in the book, they will really become boudoir grievances, but it won’t last long, and will soon return to their original shape .”

The white-haired boy flipped through the book casually, probably because of his pride. Every time he turned a page, the little people came running after him.

Chen Pingan thought for a while and asked, "What if I write about shit and piss?"

The little people were all speechless, feeling that they had no hope of life. How could there be such crazy people in the world?

The white-haired boy stretched out his thumb and said loudly: "Grandpa Yinguan's wonderful ideas are rare in the world! When I meet the patriarch of the novelist in the future, I will definitely be able to talk happily and never meet too late! I will follow Grandpa Yinguan to When you come to the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, you must go to that white paper paradise!"

Chen Pingan sat on the stone bench.

The white-haired boy no longer cared about the book, and pointed to the stream that actually belonged to the sourceless water, "This is an extremely rare fire in water, like water but real fire, Grandpa Yinguan can use it to refine it into the last piece of the five elements of life." Things. Chen Qing is not stingy, and the criminal officer is more generous. I can help move it to Xingting."

Chen Pingan was indifferent and stood up and said: "Coming here uninvited is already a bad guest."

As soon as Chen Ping left, the white-haired boy had no choice but to follow.

Hanging out with Du Shanyin didn't mean anything, but he still followed Chen Ping'an, and there were constant surprises.

For example, when I visited today, facing the thatched hut, the young hermit official did not salute when he came and did not say goodbye when he left.

The white-haired boy Pidianpidian followed Chen Ping'an, "Grandpa Yinguan, today is a little different. His heart opens and closes, he really follows his heart, and he relaxes in a proper way. Congratulations."

The two sides walked on foot.

Apparently the young hermit was in no hurry to return to prison.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You want to pass that stream to achieve your wish? Why beat around the bush? Just say it."

The white-haired boy asked, "Speaking out can do it?"

Chen Ping said: "Of course not."

Pay attention to etiquette and rules.

No matter whether he is an apprentice in a dragon kiln or a young man traveling far away from the clay bottle alley, as long as he is trekking through mountains and rivers, he must do what a man wearing straw sandals and holding a hatchet should do.

The hidden official in charge, the second shopkeeper who sells wine, the pure martial artist who practices boxing, and the swordsman who raises swords have different identities, do different things, and speak different words.

At the end of the day, of course, it's still the same person.

The white-haired boy said sadly: "My grandpa Yinguan, I am not as bullying as you."

Then the childish-looking demon exclaimed: "Forget it, I'm not a human either."

Chen Ping'an said: "Whether a person is a human being or not, it depends on whether he has a strong heart or not."

The white-haired boy sneered, "A person with evil intentions is not still a person."

Chen Pingan said: "A Bodhisattva's heart is still human."

We walked to the corpse of an ancient monster, which lay across a mountain.

"Go!"

Chen Ping'an took a heavy step and punched suddenly. The corpse was rotten and decayed and could no longer be called tough, so a "valley" path was randomly carved out by the punch.

The white-haired boy applauded.

Chen Ping squinted at the seemingly stubborn demon of alien transformation, and said slowly: "The sad story of the fox spirit is really nothing new. If you write books and sell articles, it will be difficult to make money."

Traveling all over the world, I have seen the fox fairy ringing the bell and the female ghost scratching the door. One is disturbing and the other is scary.

I also saw sparrows listening to Buddhist teachings on the branches, and old ghosts riding on foxes and singing "Pan Shan'er".

The white-haired boy said, "It's okay, I'll change it again."

Then he pretended to be enlightened and said, "I forgot about her fate, it's nothing new."

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "I have guessed your roots."

Looking up, it seems that he is looking at the White Jade Capital in another world.

The white-haired boy sighed, "Coupled with the suppression of the Buddhist countries in the West, does it count as a different kind of one energy that transforms the three pure states?"

Chen Ping'an changed the subject and laughed to himself, "A down-and-out literati only does three things: acting, teaching, and selling articles."

As the last hermit official in the history of Jianqi Great Wall, he told the story of the mountains and rivers in the streets and alleys, sold seals and fans, and got all three things together, but it was a pity that he couldn't make any money.

The white-haired boy was listless.

Chen Ping'an stood up from the ground, dressed in a green shirt, soared straight into the sky, and then swam in the sea of ​​clouds against the wind, his sleeves making a sound.

In fact, in addition to controlling the sword, one can barely control the wind, but it can only be supported by a breath of pure Qi, and it is consumed very quickly.

On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, the four flying swords of Pine Needle and Ke Lei were sacrificed respectively, hovering everywhere.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, he jumped up and stepped on the flying sword every time, just floating around like this.

The white-haired boy yawned.

Chen Pingan put away the four flying swords, fell backwards, and fell straight to the ground.

Still feeling leisurely, he glanced at the slender stream in the distance.

Water is in the sky? The sky is in the water?

Chen Pingan was so straight that he hit his head into the ground.

The white-haired boy above the sea of ​​clouds was slightly surprised, and when he suddenly raised his head, he felt that the color of the sky and the earth had changed.

A moment later, the demon stood up, and his aura changed completely. After receiving Chen Qingdu's "decree", he finally showed the appearance that an ascending demon should have.

Pick up a handful of water from the sea of ​​clouds, wave your sleeves into the sleeves, and fall to the sky, and there will be a bright moon hanging in the sky, so the palm of your hand is holding the moon in your hand.

Slap the moon in the water with one palm.

The world has changed again.

The white-haired boy has disappeared.

In an instant, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and then it seemed that a huge hole was created by someone casually. In a vague way, a vague fairy on the cloud could be seen, looking down at the earth, and said with a big laugh, "Little Confucian scholar, you can't control yourself!" .This seat will play with you?"

Then another golden giant slowly stretched out a punch, and said with a sneer, "Do you dare to take the next punch?"

Chen Ping'an had already stood on the ground, looking up.

He spat hard, rolled up his sleeves with both hands, but flattened them again.

A young man in white clothes traveled far away, and after standing side by side with the young man in green clothes, he said with emotion: "It's really unpleasant to be in a cage for a long time."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Speak humanly."

The yin god in white clothes fluttered his big sleeves, very carefree, with hot eyes, and laughed loudly: "Fuck you! Let them kowtow to me!"

very good.

now it's right.

As expected of me, Chen Pingan!

The earth trembled.

Wearing a green shirt, go straight to the sea of ​​clouds.

Wu Fu asked the sky with his fist.

Then the Yin God in white swayed straight up, the earth is my world, and countless flying swords go to the sea of ​​clouds together.

The swordsman asked the immortal on Jianyun.

North of Jianqi Great Wall, south of Jianqi Great Wall.

There are streaks of martial arts running wildly, covering the sky and the sun, as if they are looking for the missing fist in the sky.