Chapter 1216 Borrowing a Fist

Yu Shiwu was silent for a moment and asked curiously: "Can you control the speed of time passing in this world?"

Chen Pingan remained silent. Suddenly, what Yu Shiwu saw was a strange phenomenon. The heavy snow suddenly stopped. In the blink of an eye, spring was warm and flowers were blooming. The grass was growing and orioles were flying. Groups of children were flying kites on the shore. The plum rain continued. Summer floods surged, and on a moonlit night on the river, the water was calm and the lines were like painted lines. There was a ferryman who looked like a god or a spirit. He was as thin as a solitary bamboo and his Taoist robes were as white as wild clouds. He was riding on a small boat without a boatman. Supporting the grass, the clothes and robes are flying, flying across the river. The autumn wind rustled, and a villager noisily carried two bamboo cages containing men and women to the waterside. Finally, there was another heavy snowfall in the freezing season. For Yu Shiwu, an onlooker, the changing scenery of the four seasons and the customs and customs of each time are like the pages of a book being turned quickly by the spectators. In the process, Yu Shiwu's body can fully feel the warmth and coldness of the seasons. change. But just when Yu Shiwu was convinced that Chen Pingan could indeed control the river of time at will, Chen Pingan suddenly raised his hand, hung it in front of Yu Shiwu's eyes, and snapped his fingers, "Have you ever heard of a leaf blinding your eyesight?"

As he spoke, Yu Shiwu was horrified to find that he and Chen Ping'an were in a pitch-black night. Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "A leaf blinds the eyes. Since this leaf can make people unable to see something, of course it can also be seen." What, it’s nothing more than a craftsman’s micro-carving on a leaf. Compared to striving to create a small world without any flaws, wouldn’t it save more time, effort, money and worry to tamper with your vision?”

Just when Yu Shiwu was doubtful, Chen Ping'an had already pulled Yu Shiwu back to the "original place", reached out to catch a snowflake, and murmured to himself: "I attended a meeting at the Confucian Temple before, and at a ferry, I was lucky enough to be with Mr. Zheng. During the walk, Mr. Zheng said something strange, which I still can’t believe. He said, ‘I once saw two identical snowflakes.’”

Yu Shiwu bent down to pick up some thinner pebbles from the shore and threw them towards the water surface. They floated in the water, causing a series of unconnected ripples, and the water splashes bloomed in sequence from large to small.

At this moment, a young woman shrouded in mist walked out of the water. She was slim and graceful in green clothes and a yellow crown. She said that as long as she could guess her name, she could enter Zanshui Mansion.

Yu Shiwu glanced at Chen Ping'an, wondering what kind of trouble this was, guessing lantern riddles? Chen Ping'an smiled and reminded, "Water brings immortality, green sleeves and yellow crown. I can't remind Taoist friends more."

The Narcissus was full of hope and looked at Yu Shiwu, but the latter was like a knot in the elm wood. She waited for a while, but could not get the answer. She could only sigh quietly, "Where did the water fairy come from? She has emerald sleeves, yellow crown and white jade maiden. Yuying regrets that she is not destined to be with the young master, so we say goodbye first and see you again later."

Yu Shiwu wanted to regain his position, pointed at Shanzhu Chen next to him, and asked: "Why does the fairy prefer one thing to another and don't ask my friend next to me?"

She smiled and said, "I like to judge people by their appearance."

Yu Shiwu laughed.

Chen Pingan looked calm.

When the Narcissus returned to the water, Chen Ping'an joked: "Fellow Daoist Yu should study more in the future. Isn't this a missed marriage?"

Yu Shiwu asked: "When will you be willing to restore my true body and realm?"

It was roughly certain that the body he was wearing now belonged to an unusual "yin spirit traveling far away from the body", and his real body was detained and suppressed somewhere by Chen Ping'an without knowing it.

Recovering memories before was like...an empty skin, like an empty water vat, into which someone poured water from the vat next door.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Why are you anxious? I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Just think of me as a pawnshop owner."

pawnshop?

Upon closer inspection, it is quite vivid. It's a good metaphor indeed.

Yu Shiwu said: "Then let's exchange identities and try it with you?"

Chen Pingan was silent and turned to look at Yu Shiwu with a smile.

Yu Shiwu was shocked.

Could it be?

"I, Yu Shiwu" is Chen Ping'an, and "Chen Ping'an" in front of me is his true self?

Chen Ping'an patted Yu Shiwu's shoulder and couldn't help laughing: "Don't be nervous, I don't have Mr. Zheng's ability yet."

Yu Shiwu was a little anxious for no reason. He wanted to settle down as soon as he came. However, what he saw and heard along the way was bizarre and unimaginable. It could not be described by the phrase "the new world's ears and eyes", not to mention that he was always dragging his hands and feet. Things that don't touch the ground always make Yu Shiwu feel unsteady. Chen Pingan smiled and comforted, "Don't worry, I won't stay here for a long time. I will take you to see a few more places. Then you decide whether you want to team up with me and do something different together. As long as you nod, I will Just evacuated this place... Hearing this, Yu Shiwu asked, "What if I still refuse to nod?" Chen Ping'an smiled and replied, "Didn't I say that I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry? This sentence is right for you. If it works, of course it will work for me." Yu Shiwu looked helpless. This guy made it clear that he wanted to spend time with him. Let's see who can survive who? Later, Yu Shiwu saw a painting. In the painting, a young scholar who was on a study tour and lived in the temple stayed up until late at night reading. He was so tired that he fell asleep at his desk. His thoughts were like a cirrus cloud, three feet above his head. The cigarette slowly rose, and the content of the dream appeared in the clouds like a picture scroll. The man was dreaming of a beautiful cardamom girl, holding a castanet and singing. Strange flowers and plants grew on the rocks beside the house, and a donkey drank from a trough below. There is a towering tree next to it, and a crescent moon hangs in the sky from the treetop. Within the moon is a Guanghan Palace as small as a mustard seed. In the spotless palace in the sky, there is a cold female fairy, dressing up in the mirror. Apart from the appearance of the fairy, there is still an image of a scroll on the wall of the room, which is exactly the picture of a scholar sleeping at his desk, just like the cycle of three calamities in a chess game.

Chen Pingan explained to Yu Shiwu: "The chess masters here only need to compare the thousands of chess records to make moves. They can follow the steps step by step, just like copying the text from a book. Players with different chess abilities will be equipped with different levels of chess equipment. Chess records, if you don't play the game yourself, are enough to keep you watching for several years without a flaw. As for the common roadside chess gambling stalls in the market, they are all chess remnants, and they all have seemingly tricky formulas. It’s even easier. Of course, in the final analysis, these methods are just following the path of predecessors, taking shortcuts, and taking advantage of shortcuts. It’s not about being arrogant.”

Yu Shiwu frowned and asked: "What if I didn't know beforehand that I had entered the illusion, but I had doubts in my heart, and I am a master of chess?"

Chen Pingan said: "Then you will not enter this world. For example, you may enter a place where Go has not yet appeared. When you are there, if you are leisurely and elegant, you can become the originator of this way. This This joy may dispel some of your doubts?"

Yu Shiwu shook his head, "The handman mistakenly planted it, and there is a lot of ambiguity with just one word difference."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "When copying tablets and inscriptions, should I learn from the brush or the blade?"

Yu Shiwu changed the subject, "Limited by the background of your true body, so the... quality of these illusion worlds are not high? The previous appearance of the deer-riding immortal and the female narcissus was already the pinnacle of your magic? Together with me in Within, plus the old owners of the Immortal Mansion ruins, all the truth is added together, and the 'one' obtained is destined to be no higher than the total amount of spiritual energy stored in your current realm? Then can I understand it this way, we people ', combined with all things in the mountains and rivers, is it approximately equal to you?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Yes or no."

Yu Shiwu seemed to have caught some inspiration and asked himself: "Thousands of arrangements, in general terms, are just equivalent to an inferior blessed land made by you, right?"

Chen Ping'an said: "We'll see."

The marketplace, the rivers and lakes, the temples, and finally the fairy-like mountains. Just like a construction craftsman practicing, from easy to difficult, step by step.

But if the skill stops here, then it will be a white paper blessed land that is inferior to the original work. In the eyes of the monks on the mountain top, it is naturally difficult to say the word "good fortune".

So Yu Shiwu soon saw a towering mountain top that looked like the beginning of the world's dragon veins. There was an old man with his breasts exposed. His face was obscured by the smoke. All he could see was his big belly and his snoring. Every time he exhaled, The colorful heavenly materials and earthly treasures spit out from his mouth, drawing radiant trails and scattering all over the world.

Yu Shiwu was stunned and sighed: "If it's not an illusion, it's at least the size of a medium-sized blessed land? Where did you get so much spiritual energy reserves?"

Chen Ping'an said: "To be honest, I am a poor person and my family is not poor."

After all, a trip to the outer world with the Li Sheng was fruitful.

Yu Shiwu suddenly said, "If you, I mean if, you collected all the fragments of the golden body in the world, wouldn't you?"

Having said this, Yu Shiwu shook his head, it was too whimsical. Once this is accomplished, wouldn't Chen Ping'an be able to rebuild a heaven that existed thousands of years ago?

Never thought about it, Chen Ping'an said: "I have thought about it, just because I have thought about it. Not only is this matter too difficult, it is almost destined to be a wishful thinking, but I am also worried that this move will fall into a situation similar to the cycle of three tribulations. I eliminated this thought that I shouldn’t have long ago.”

Yu Shiwu held his head with both hands.

Chen Pingan said: "For those who never doubt whether the world is real, does the world they live in must be real? For people who insist on questioning whether the world is real, does the world they live in must be fake?"

"As for the truth or falsehood of 'I', the people I want to know the most are the two people I know."

"Lu Chen, Zheng Juzhong."

"There are two people who are most qualified to give the answer."

"Buddha and Taoist Patriarch."

When Yu Shiwu heard this, he asked cautiously: "What about the Holy Master?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and replied: "The Holy Master doesn't seem to care much about this."

Yu Shiwu was silent for a long time, and finally opened his heart for the first time, "I actually knew my final fate a long time ago."

Thousands of years ago, there was a massacre.

Yu Shiwu carries an overwhelming burden of cause and effect. This is an unbearable hardship for even a monastic genius, Yu Shiwu. For example, an ordinary master can prepare for a rainy day by buying an umbrella and wait for the rainy day, but Yu Shiwu must have means to prevent God from raining. How? Therefore, for so many years, Yu Shiwu took external affairs very lightly. Just like a character in a series of illusions seen in the inn on the left side of HD Road, the widow of the wine shop proprietress, she no longer cares at all whether tomorrow's fate will be good or bad. When Yu Shiwu thought of her, he would think of himself, and then of the cloth cover blowing in the wind outside the wine shop.

It seems that all of this is Chen Ping'an's hint to himself? Is it a kind of... fortune telling?

Probably guessing what Yu Shiwu was thinking, Chen Pingan said: "It's like you are telling your own fortune, and then you just wait like this? Then do you know what the people in the market and ordinary people mean by asking someone to tell their fortune? ?The meaning is that if your fortune is calculated to be good, just move forward with peace of mind. If your fortune is not calculated to be good, you have to change your path to practice, change your mind, and get rid of certain habits. Therefore, practicing Taoism never stops in the mountains. There is no reason for it, no matter what. If the debt does not come back, how to turn a bad fate into a good one, how the debt collector burns the IOU, and how the debt repayer clears the debt is the practice of everyone."

After hearing this, Yu Shiwu's face turned sad.

Chen Ping'an said: "I have to ask you a question. Should I pay off the debts of my predecessor in this life? Do I need to be responsible for the next life in this life?"

I was at a loss for the rest of my life.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I still have another question, let's forget it for now. It's not too late to ask again after you figure out the answer to the first question."

Yu Shiwu's head was as big as a bucket, and he waved his hands and said: "Don't ask, don't ask. Change places quickly."

It is not easy to cultivate Taoism and become an immortal. A place of Taoism with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the immortal family mansion with a long history, pay attention to the right time, place and people.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the ins and outs are clear, the spiritual energy is pure and abundant, and there is no need for turbid air. They came to a fairy house, a women's boudoir? People who practice Taoism sit on futons in the dojo, close the door and fast, or burn incense or light talismans. These are common timekeeping objects on the mountain to help practitioners determine the size of the heaven and earth. It's just that the decoration inside the house is a bit too powdery. There was no one there, the hostess who must be a Qi practitioner seemed to have not returned yet. Looking at the mountain gate archway and mountain cliff carvings earlier, Yu Shiwu judged that this place should be called Qinwangshan Huarui Peak.

This scene here and now is like "the end".

Yu Shiwu asked: "Is this one of your... templates and paradigms for building the Immortal Family on the Mountain?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "So compared to ordinary female cultivators, there are more decorations in the house. It is a bit bloated and complicated, but it is still in line with her current status, age and state of mind."

"Seventeen years old. Before she went up the mountain, she was born into a top wealthy family. After she went up the mountain, she was pampered by her elders. She often went down the mountain to practice. She had plenty of money and no shortage of money. Well, to put it simply, when she went to a downtown store, she would You can spend money without blinking an eye, just buy, buy, buy.”

"Over the years, she has often complained about herself. She has always disliked that her skin is a little darker, her eyebrows are a little thicker, and she feels that she is not oval-shaped enough. But because there are people in the mountains, they are more elegant than those in the city down the mountain. There is another saying about "breaking the appearance". A senior sister once warned her not to touch that face. Ordinary people with weak body, as well as those who practice martial arts in the world, will easily lose their spirit when they speak frequently, and those who go to the mountains to cultivate immortals , a good destiny that is originally a good destiny, let alone the facial features of a face, so once the fundamentals are touched, in the long run, it is destined to be a loss-making business that outweighs the gains."

Yu Shiwu casually picked up a small powder box of Ganoderma lucidum that was carved from seed material and jade with a deer title on the dressing table. The weight marks were clear and it looked like a delicate hand-made object. He asked: "In this world, is this the first ancient jade grinding weight?" Where are the tools?”

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's a very important and good question. You always like to say that you don't understand the world's affairs, which is really too modest."

Yu Shiwu said: "Thanks to you, I have been able to travel here for thousands of years. No matter how little I care about the things around me, there are still a few things that I will never forget."

On the painting desk, there is an inkstone screen with a rosewood frame, and a pair of white-glazed porcelain Taishi Shaoshi incense sticks. On the flower table near the window, three narcissus porcelain basins are placed side by side.

It can be said to be a dazzling array of things to see and wonderful things to see.

Yu Shiwu's eyes wandered past, "Do they all have origins?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "They all have their own inheritance and stories. As for valuable antiques and treasures, the most important thing is that they are circulated in an orderly manner. If there is no background story, they will not be so valuable. For example, there is a Meiyutang treasure Qiaoer stove on the table. Also known as the Phoenix Eye Stove, with three characters engraved inside, Lady Jiang. It was given by the founding emperor to the first generation of the Imperial College as a sacrificial wine, and is an heirloom of her family. There is also the jade bamboo fan given by the master, with eighteen arhats carved on one side of the fan bone. , lifelike. The words on the other side are engraved, the flat peach is three thousand years old, and the bottom of the pen can bloom instantly. I have eaten it above, and I am still drunk with the sky. The two sides of the fan bone are signed with longevity eyebrows and mengji, both of which are among the few in the dynasty. Among them, the most valuable one, she thought was the incense burner, but in fact it was not the case. What could really be called the blessing of the immortal family was the bronze dressing mirror she bought from a roadside stall last year. The seal was inscribed with Wushan Mountain. Two words. But this object is relatively hot, because here, it belongs to the kind of heretical magic weapon. One day in the future, she will know that the ancient mirror is a secret realm of clouds and rain that can be both charming and fragrant, as well as mysterious."

Yu Shiwu was filled with admiration.

"Actually, this is what takes the most thought."

Chen Ping'an threw a picture book of ladies to Yu Shiwu. After Yu Shiwu took it, he opened it and saw that every page showed the same beautiful woman, but with different styles of makeup, hairpins and dresses. .

Yu Shiwu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but Chen Ping'an said seriously: "Food, clothing, housing, and transportation come first, and there is no room for carelessness."

Yu Shiwu probably couldn't stand the strong smell of makeup here, so he put down his picture album, opened the window and looked out into the distance, murmuring: "Chen Pingan, if I had known this, I wouldn't have had a conflict with you even to death."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Thank you."

Chen Ping'an picked up the picture album that Yu Shiwu had put back in its place and asked casually: "Yu Shiwu, do you have some special sense of accomplishment?"

Yu Shiwu shook his head and said: "As you know, I view cultivation rather lightly, and I don't have much interest in anything I do. Zhenwu Mountain has its own inheritance. Although I am relatively senior, I have never been required to take on responsibilities and burdens. Without hope or ambition, how can we be satisfied or achieve anything? Chen Ping'an, what about you?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "When I was young, I could buy books casually without looking at the price. And when I met an expert on the road, I could feel at ease."

Yu Shiwu nodded and said: "Every penny counts, be stingy in making money, spend a lot of money lavishly, spend generously, the choice is yours, and you will feel more happy."

As if he remembered something, Yu Shiwu half-smiled, "There is a rumor that a young hermit officer was fighting outside the city. He once dressed up as a woman, concealed the truth from the enemy, and gained merit by killing the enemy?"

Chen Ping'an actually didn't even bother to deny it. He said boldly: "People in the world don't stick to trivial matters."

Remember, the first person on the Sword Qi Great Wall to leak this inside story seemed to be Lu Zhi? If good things don’t go out, foreign affairs will spread thousands of miles?

In order to eliminate the influence of this rumor, Chen Ping'an also thought of a method similar to adding water to wine, which was to let Lin Junbi and those handsome and handsome young people who rolled their eyes to the sky follow his example, but unfortunately they were all rejected.

Chen Pingan asked: "Where did you hear the gossip? Who is so well-informed?"

Naturally, Yu Shiwu would not foolishly reveal the source of the information. He joked: "Are you planning to block the door first and then shut up the mouth? If you can't reach an agreement, you will kill someone and silence them?"

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "That's not the case."

Yu Shiwu put away his smile and said in a deep voice: "I have thought about it, I am willing to use this place as a place to practice Taoism. Whether it is an escape or a change of life, I will believe you once. Can I make an oath?"

Chen Pingan waved his hand, "Some people swear to God that it's useless, but some people's words are more useful than swearing. You belong to the latter."

Yu Shiwu seemed to have untied the knot in his heart, and his temperament changed, which made his eyes brighter. He smiled and said: "I can trust myself, but I can't completely trust Shanzhu Chen. You have to swear an oath."

Chen Pingan laughed it off, and this time it was rare for him to speak from his heart, "As promised in advance, hiding here is not a foolproof strategy. At most, it is an extra layer of buffer. First, I can only try my best to ensure that you will not die. , you will not die suddenly or be forced to disperse one day, or use some means that you and I can't think of now, to take one step in advance to deal with the remaining affairs just because someone deliberately prevents the return of that existing thing to its original owner. The real skin, soul, and three martial arts are all just to prevent that existence from returning to its peak and to replenish the body. These are for conspirators. Secondly, if the real owner comes to ask you for debts , I can only say that I am helping you to mediate and negotiate, and try to get him to agree to retain all your consciousness and memories."

Thousands of years ago, the first "military liberation" in the strict sense of the word in the human world was the ancestor of the military strategist who had both the merits of opening up the sky and the fault of dividing the world. Because his merits and faults were irreconcilable, this man's body was cut into five pieces. His soul was imprisoned for thousands of years. Martial arts in the world began with this man.

According to Chen Ping'an's clues and his own deductions, the underwater lotus root temple in Qingmingtianxia hides a martial fortune. In addition, Yu Shiwu inherited one of the martial arts fortunes passed down from generation to generation in his family, plus his senior brother Cui Chan. With a secret plan, the Confucian Temple instructed Jiang and Wei, two ancestors of the Zhongtu military family, to give the remaining two martial arts fortunes to Zhenwu Shan Yu Shiwu. The last martial arts fortune should belong to a place in the Western Buddhist Kingdom. It is obvious that once Aquarius Continent is conquered by the wild demon clan, Cui Chan will break the jar... and directly flip the table. Whether he takes action himself, or convinces the Confucian Temple, and finally gets the nod from the three religious ancestors, Cui Chan must have the means. Take the other two military fortunes and attribute them all to Yu Shiwu. At that time, Yu Shiwu will be used as a ferry-like existence, just like being responsible for "picking up" the soul of the ancestor of the military strategist who was released from prison early. , in short, let the latter come to the world, as a reward for ending the imprisonment early and completing the martial arts, and the ancestor of the military strategist would entertain guests in Luzhou in the north or Posuo in the south.

Once the ancestor of the military strategist appears and returns to the world, and is willing to help Haoran the world, I believe it will be as significant as Bai Ze's return to the wild world.

Yu Shiwu was very open-minded and said casually: "I know in my heart that those martial arts are rooted in the deepest part of the soul. No matter who has the power to do it, it will be difficult to peel off the cocoon, so I don't dare to expect the integrity of the body and soul." , as long as it allows me to retain most of the memories. For example, the current portrait, it becomes natural to get used to it, which is quite good."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "If you think so, I will feel much more relaxed."

Yu Shiwu asked: "Since this is a fair transaction, what do you want from me?"

Chen Pingan said: "You need to do two things. The first one is very simple. Together with the other two Taoist friends, you must use your own mind and cooperate sincerely to gradually improve this small world."

Yu Shiwu nodded and said: "Enjoy it. What about the second thing?"

Chen Pingan asked back: "Have you ever learned boxing?"

Yu Shiwu was confused and felt inexplicable. He smiled bitterly and said: "Before I knew the truth, I had no interest in learning boxing. After knowing the truth, of course I didn't dare to learn boxing."

Chen Ping'an said: "Fellow Daoist Yu, let me tell you something that may be harsh. You cultivators have no intention of turning your back on guests. Are you wasting your natural resources too much and living up to your immortal talents?"

Yu Shiwu smiled and said: "Suppose it were you, would you have to fight?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing, but took one step forward, took Yu Shiwu out of the Xian family's mansion, and went straight to the green riverside of the ruins. He called the two women to him, "Let me introduce you to each other. This is Yu Shiwu, fellow Taoist Yu. They are wild female cultivators, their real names are Xiao Xing, Mafu cook, and their pseudonyms are Yu Qing. Next, I will release most of the restrictions and allow you to travel freely to most illusory worlds."

In this way, there are three of the five elements.

Yu Qing looked dull, confused, and like a walking corpse. It was really a bleak situation where the days were like years. On the other hand, Xiao Xing's eyes were hot, and he finally had another person to chat with to relieve his boredom.

Chen Ping'an quietly removed the stream of time from Yu Qing's body, which made Yu Qing's consciousness instantly clear after she was freed from the invisible cage. Just because she couldn't adapt for a while, she sat slumped on the ground, gasping for air and sweating profusely. Xiao Xing wanted to help him, but was immediately scolded by Yu Qing. Xiao Xing smiled brightly. She pointed at the plump woman, as if asking for credit, and said to Chen Ping'an and Yu Shiwu that she was not thinking about being a swordsman. Xiu, I was kind-hearted and helped her create a very high-grade natal flying sword. I had already thought of a name, so I called it Zhenjiu... Yu Shiwu had a headache when he saw this. Will he spend time with them day and night from now on?

Chen Ping'an gave them some golden leaves respectively, "which are both the location of the illusory world and the key to the door."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Fix the leaks while the weather is clear, and study while you are young. If you don't know how to pretend to know, you will always be useless. Only by asking while learning can you become knowledgeable. Let's encourage each other."

If we say that a person's memory is the place where all emotions are placed.

Then every vein on these leaves carries the joys and sorrows of thousands of stories. Maybe the donkey fell into the well for no reason, maybe it was the wind and the moon whirling together.

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On top of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Ma Kuxuan walked slowly in the snow and said with a smile: "This is a rare opportunity. You don't have anything to ask while I'm in the mood for conversation? To be honest, some old man, the truth I know can't be changed by your Chen Ping'an experience." No matter how knowledgeable you are, you may not be as clear as I am.”

Sure enough, Chen Ping'an asked: "Why don't you major in Thunder Technique? Wouldn't you get twice the result with half the effort?"

Because Chen Ping'an was almost certain that the old coachman hiding in Dali Capital was the chief official of the Lei Department's Zhan Survey Division in ancient times, and he had clearly placed the heaviest bets and high hopes on Ma Kuxuan of Xinghua Lane. It is obvious that Ma Kuxuan is the reincarnation of a high-ranking god in the Lei Department. Among the many types of sounds in the world, thunder is the most reverberating.

I remember that there was a high-ranking god who descended from the sky on the land of Tongye Continent, and then crossed the sea and landed on Aquarius Continent. However, he was finally defeated by Cui Han and Qi Jingchun. The god was the "Resounder", one of the twelve high-ranking people in the ancient heaven.

Ma Kuxuan also did not hide anything and said: "Based on my previous body and feet, plus the cultivation qualifications of this life, does Ma Kuxuan still need to practice any thunder method in this life? That is, the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master The government is ignorant, otherwise Zhao Tianlai has figured out the truth, but it is a pity that he is thin-skinned and refuses to lower himself and ask me for advice, otherwise I really wouldn’t mind helping them raise the Five Thunder Zhengfa to a higher level."

Chen Pingan was choked for words.

Ma Kuxuan was happy, it was rare for this guy to be defeated.

Raising his hands and shaking his sleeves, Ma Kuxuan brushed away a large piece of falling snow in front of his eyes, and two kinds of threads, one gold and one silver, appeared. The golden veins were firm and firm, almost motionless, but the colors were different in shades, which seemed to symbolize the relationship between people. Cause and effect, each erratic silver line represents every voice of the heart, which can be traces produced face to face, or the two parties do not need to look at each other at all, completely ignoring the geographical distance, and can travel through the long river of time at will, and every kind of understanding and harmony Echoing each other from a distance is to mention a line. Therefore, the voice of the Qi practitioners of later generations and the gathering of voices of the warriors form a line. Ultimately, it comes from the communication between ancient gods. It can span countless stars. Nowadays, there are taboos on the mountain, which cannot be By calling the saints and monks of the Fourteenth Realm by their names, the latter can easily relate to them. In fact, they are also an extension of this lineage.

If we say that every star in the sky is a corpse of a god floating in the long river of time, scattered and then condensed. Then the "voice" communication between the ancient gods can ignore the long distance that these fourteenth realm monks may not be able to get from here to there in their lifetime.

Ma Kuxuan continued: "As for the Echoer who came from Tongye Continent to Aquarius Continent, this move can be regarded as a kind of solicitation for me by Zhou Mi, but I refused. There was a tacit understanding between us, and Zhou Mi saw that I didn't appreciate it. , he will no longer force himself, lest extraneous problems arise and hinder his flight to heaven, which would be more of a loss than a gain."

Although Chen Ping'an said that his background was a bit poor, this guy was first taught by Qi Jingchun, acting as a teacher and accepting disciples, then Cui Han protected the Tao, and then Liu Shiliu punched at Luo Po Mountain, and he taught swordsmanship to the Great Wall of Sword Qi from left and right , Nowadays, there is still the protection of the literary sage who restored the sacred position of the Confucian Temple. The old scholar protects the chicks like an old hen. Who has seen such treatment in the world?

Just like some belated bystanders, they would always say sourly, "I am the young hermit official named Chen. With this blessing, I would have already reached the Ascension Realm, let alone the Fifth Realm."

Ma Kuxuan's eyes were dark, "Didn't Qi Jingchun also show you a path that suits you? If you hadn't said 'I follow the crowd' earlier, I would have scolded you for not knowing how lucky you are despite being blessed."

Ma Kuxuan asked: "Is this the path you will take when you return to the Upper Five Realms?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, "No."

To be more difficult is to ask for trouble.

Ma Kuxuan glanced at Chen Pingan to make sure that the other party was not fooling him.

Qi Jingchun integrated the civil and military luck and incense of Lizhu Cave Heaven, and entered the realm of unity between heaven and man. With a breath of awe-inspiring aura, he visualized and copied the complete appearance of a severely damaged Taoist statue in the Immortal Tomb. The god-man in the old multi-colored armor uses secret methods to create a soul, and then uses Buddhist magical powers to stabilize the soul, which means that he lives in this fourth place of flame and wisdom, so even if the light is extinguished, the lamp and furnace still exist.

The master of the fusion of the three religions.

This is like a letter home from Qi Jingchun to the future, or a silent last word. But as Zhou Mi said at the time, your choice, Qi Jingchun, is not the best one.

In this case, Qi Jingchun must have far-reaching intentions.

But Chen Ping'an still chose his own way to break through the situation, opened up a new path... in a new way.

Seeing that Ma Kuxuan stopped talking and seemed to have lost the interest in talking, Chen Ping'an revealed the secret, "It seems like a fellow countryman reminiscing about the past, but in fact he changed his ways and wanted to talk to me more about Xiantian. In fact, I know very well that you are very You want me to say a few more words."

Ma Kuxuan admitted the matter openly and said with a smile: "I know you know, you are very smart, and I am not stupid either. But I am curious, when did you realize this."

The saints of the three religions hold the Heavenly Constitution in their mouths and speak the Dharma in accordance with their words. There is also a more mysterious saying on the mountain, which is inspired by the gods.

Since this illusory world is doomed to be false, and Chen Ping'an is like a saint sitting in the world, taking advantage of the right time and place, then Ma Kuxuan needs to have some extra real things to avoid "going with the crowd."

Such as speech.

The questions and answers from both sides are like a knot of words twisted into words.

In their hometown, old people like to say that they are getting old and dying, and they like to say that they are as old as a Bodhisattva.

When used to describe a child who does not understand the ways of the world and does things in a muddle-headed manner, one would say, "How come he looks like a person from heaven."

The outside world regards Ma Kuxuan as a genius among geniuses, so he refuses to put in effort in everything, but it is enough to make him stand out. This is due to his talent.

What's more, in fact, Ma Kuxuan did not waste any of his talents. On the contrary, Ma Kuxuan has not slacked off at all in these years and has been waiting for Chen Pingan for a long time.

The previous invitation to the tiger Tong Wenchang to the small courtyard in the capital was not only to help introduce the female ghost Xue Ruyi, but also to test and measure the authenticity of the illusion by Chen Pingan.

Two people of the same age from the same hometown, it seems, are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Chen Pingan smiled and asked, "Would you like to chat a little more?"

Ma Kuxuan said: "No, that's enough."

Except for the natal flying sword which has nothing to do with words, Chen Ping'an may not be able to use other martial arts involving boxing manuals, Taoist secrets, etc. at this moment.

Isn’t it said that the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall is not very high, but he has many tricks? Don't you, Chen Ping'an, want to challenge me, Ma Kuxuan, as a martial arts master today?

Then give it a try.

Ma Kuxuan raised his hand and patted his neck gently, squinting and smiling: "Word by word, I'm full, but you're about to starve."

Chen Pingan said: "You can't keep what doesn't belong to you. You have to spit it out and return it obediently."

Ma Kuxuan stood there and raised his fingers towards Chen Ping'an, "The Immortal Yunjie from the Jiuzhen Immortal Pavilion, his ability to press the bottom of the box is in the realm of cloud water body and water essence. When he sees me, he has to call his ancestor. I'm standing here It doesn’t move here…”

I don't know what magical power it was, but Ma Kuxuan instantly entered a realm of nothingness, and his body was like an empty boat.

The next moment, Ma Kuxuan's whole body felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, his body bent and he retched.

It is both a swordsmanship and a boxing move.

It's called "turbulence."

The "blood" that Ma Kuxuan spit out now was all broken golden words.

Then someone held Ma Kuxuan's face with one hand, grabbed his shoulder with the other, and twisted his neck with a click.

A "corpse" fell to the ground.

Chen Ping'an stood there, turned his head and looked away, waved his sleeves, and scattered all the golden words that contained Taoist meanings.

If Ma Kuxuan could be killed so easily, he wouldn't be Ma Kuxuan.

Crouching far away from the city, Ma Kuxuan looked at the guy with pity.

Chen Ping'an, I have actually accepted a close disciple who has only a slight grudge against you but hates you deeply. You don't even know where his hatred comes from.

As long as you don't become a monk in the fifteenth realm for a day, you will never know who he is, and you can't guess how he will revenge you in the future, or how many times he will revenge against you.

Ma Kuxuan jumped off the city wall, jumped a few times, stretched his muscles, and said lazily: "Now that the warm-up is completed, it's time to get down to business."

In the next scene, given Chen Pingan's temperament, he still couldn't help but curse him.

It turns out that Ma Kuxuan was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he actually used a certain side-contemplation method to create a... Zhou Mi out of thin air.

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At the ruins of the Immortal Mansion, Chen Ping'an took Yu Shiwu up the steps of the mountain road.

Yu Shiwu noticed that the people around him frowned and then relaxed, and asked, "What's going on?"

Chen Ping'an stopped, turned around and sat on the steps, and said with a smile: "It's nothing. The higher the Tao, the higher the devil."

Yu Shiwu sat aside and said: "There is a senior in Zhenwu Mountain who once told me a truth and advised me to set up one or two imaginary enemies on the road of cultivation in the future."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It makes sense."

In fact, I can roughly guess who it is.

He was Ma Kuxuan's Taoist protector. He had been to Lizhu Cave and had met him several times.

Yu Shiwu asked: "You have one too?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Of course, for example, if you want to have a courtesy exchange with a certain senior."

Swordsman Pei Min.

It is rude to come and go without reciprocating.

The natal flying sword is a bird in a cage.

Here, as long as Chen Ping'an's realm is high enough, his spiritual energy is abundant enough, and his sword is sharp enough, time and space can be cut infinitely.

In short, Chen Pingan, even now, as long as he is willing, he can make Qi practitioner Yu Shiwu never catch up with an ant crawling on the ground.

Yu Shiwu said: "You haven't said what the second thing is yet."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'll lend you a hand to chase Cao Ci."

Yu Shiwu wondered: "What do you mean?"

Chen Pingan said: "Practice boxing."

Yu Shiwu suddenly understood and was speechless.

Sure enough, "Chen Ping'an" removed the cover-up, and the true form of "Yu Shiwu" was far away in the horizon and right in front of his eyes.

It turns out that many other people’s intentional words are just regarded as unintentional words by us.

Yu Shiwu looked complicated, "Are you going to use this to deal with Ma Kuxuan?"

The three martial arts fortunes of the ancestor of the military strategist are naturally useless and of no benefit to the Qi practitioner Yu Shiwu, but what if he is controlled by the martial arts master Chen Ping'an?

Is it equivalent to directly stepping over one or two martial arts steps to help him reach the ultimate level?

Some "combined terms" in the world are not used indiscriminately. Chen Ping'an has two around him, such as Nanshou Chen Beiyinguan on the battlefield, and Cao Qingshan Chen in white clothes on the path of martial arts.

Chen Ping'an raised his eyes and looked into the distance, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not necessary at all."