Chapter 962: Mutual Suffering

When the eleven Earthly Branches returned to the inn, Yuan Huajing and Song Xu didn't even call for anyone to come over and review the situation.

The young man managed to live happily and leisurely. Anyway, every time he deduced and evolved the battle situation, scrutinized the details and reviewed the situation afterwards, he didn't have enough brains to get in the conversation, so he just did as he was told.

This unnamed Xianjia Inn in Beijing is a bit similar to the Luosi Taoist Temple in Jiang's Cloud Cave Blessed Land. The mountains and rivers are confusing and overlapping. Maybe the two houses are only a few feet apart, but thousands of feet away, and there are eleven people there. Each occupies a secluded courtyard, and has additional magic. The main house is a white jade dojo similar to that of the old monk Liu Gao in an alley. It may not seem big, but in fact it is truly unique. It was selected from the Great Li Treasury. Various Broken Cave Mysteries.

Gou Cun took the hiking pole made of green bamboo and walked in the courtyard with it.

The female ghost has changed to Yan, and is the innkeeper's wife in name. At the moment, she is visiting Han Zhoujin.

The Five Elements practitioner Sui Lin, who can reverse part of the flow of time, is refining the priceless fragment of the golden body of an ancient god. There is no such high-grade gold in the secret treasure house jointly created by the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Rites. It is true that refining the body fragments is not easy. Putting aside the rest of his training and focusing on this matter, it still takes about a full month of work, but this kind of "hard work" is not too much for Sui Lin.

The young novice from the Beijing Bible Translation Bureau realized later that he actually went to a nearby temple to find a merit box and secretly donated money.

Yuan Huajing, a sword cultivator in the Nascent Soul realm who was nicknamed "Yelang", was sitting cross-legged on a futon. There was no decoration in the room, and it looked like his family was bare.

Behind Yuan Huajing sat a row of men and women who looked like attendants, ten in total, but they were all lifeless and lacked a bit of popularity and aura.

After returning to the inn, Yuan Huajing only called Song Xu and Kushou under his command, but no other monks.

After Kushou came here, he felt a little guilty.

To be honest, he respected the blue-shirted swordsman very much.

Song Xubi came here later, took off his boots in the corridor, then chose a seat near the door, sat on the floor, and glanced at the ten puppets behind Yuan Huajing.

Even a pure swordsman with excellent qualifications like Song Xu is a little envious of Yuan Huajing's unreasonable Taoist fortune.

In the early days of the Dadu battlefield, Yuan Huajing killed two demon monks from the Yupu Realm army tent with flying swords. Now these two are sitting behind Yuan Huajing.

In addition, there was also a demon tribe who was a martial artist in the Mountain Top Realm during his lifetime. He was also on the battlefield at the capital of Da Li. The other ten people of the Earthly Branch fully cooperated with Yuan Huajing, and Yuan Huajing finally picked up the head.

This is the natal magical power of Yuan Huajing's natal flying sword "Yelang". Those killed by the flying sword will become Yuan Huajing's puppets, and even their souls will be detained.

The monks and pure warriors who were just reduced to puppets had their combat power greatly damaged, and their spiritual intelligence was far inferior to what they were when they were still alive. For example, the two Jade Pu Realm Monster Clan monks had fallen to the level of Nascent Soul, and the other Nascent Souls were all After Yuan Huajing weighed the pros and cons, he chose to keep them all because they each had some unusual magical powers. Replace them with Earth Immortal puppets with higher realms. Otherwise, after the war in Banzhou Luchen comes to an end, Yuan Huajing can have two Far Traveling Realm warriors and eight Earth Immortal Realm followers.

In the fight on the mountain, a Nascent Soul sword cultivator would not be afraid of a Jade Pu monk at all, but Yuan Huajing, the Yuan Ying, is now the Jade Pu who can kill swordsmen.

Yuan Huajing is like a sword cultivator born for war. If he is a local sword cultivator from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he will definitely shine with the natal magical power of the flying sword "Yelang".

The rank of this sword will definitely rank first in the selection of the Summer Palace.

On the road of cultivation, during the battle after battle, those who protected him might be great sword immortals such as Yue Qing and Mi Hu.

At this moment, Song Xu looked at Yuan Huajing, who seemed to be fine. He was furious and looked unhappy. He couldn't help but call him by his name, "Yuan Huajing, this is against the rules. The Imperial Master once made a rule for us." Iron law, only those life-and-death enemies who are fighting against our Dali imperial court can we let Kushou use this magical power! Outside of this, even the king of a country is not qualified to use it as long as he is motivated by selfish motives. We, the Earthly Branches, kill people based on this."

This is the real trump card of their lineage of Dali Earthly Branch monks. There are only a handful of imaginary enemies, including the Great Sword Immortal Wei Jin of Fengxue Temple, Tianjun Qi Zhen of Shengao Sect, the current leader of Zhenjing Sect, Immortal Realm monk Liu Laocheng, and Wei Bo is in Piyun Mountain, and Jin Qing is the king of Zhongyue Mountain.

Song Xu actually had something left unsaid.

After Kushou sacrifices this magical power, he will lose a lot of life. It has been evaluated before that Kushou can only use it three times in his life. Under the Jade Pu realm, there is only one chance. Otherwise, Kushou will not be able to reach the upper five realms in his life.

Yuan Huajing said calmly: "The national master who made the rules for us is no longer here."

Song Xu clenched his hands into fists and rested them on his knees. His eyes were cold and he said in a deep voice: "Yuan Huajing!"

Yuan Huajing said: "I think this Chen Ping'an is our potential enemy of Da Li, and his threat is definitely greater than that of Xianyun Yehe, Qi Zhen, Liu Laocheng and others like Wei and Jin."

Just as Song Xugang was about to retort, Yuan Huajing glanced at the Jinzhiyuye of the Dali Song family, who was born in the Tianhuang noble family, and continued: "Your Highness, the Second Prince, I admit that Chen Pingan is an extremely disciplined person, so disciplined that he hardly looks like a mountain man. But Song Xu, don't forget, sometimes good people who do good things will violate the laws of Dali. If we don't have the key to defeat Chen Ping'an and Luo Luoshan, it will be a huge hidden danger. We can't wait until That day has come, and it's time to make up for it. It seems that he alone makes the rules for the entire Dali court, and he can kill whoever he wants. In the final analysis, it's still the ten of you who practice too slowly, and Chen Ping'an breaks through the realm too quickly. "

The female ghost Gaiyan is a mountain painter who paints eyebrows. She is now in the Golden Core Realm, and she can already deviate the scene in Chen Ping'an's vision. When she reaches the upper five realms, she can even make people " seeing is believing".

In addition, Gaiyan has a more hidden identity. She is the Yanzhi who is proficient in colorful alchemy and can build a romantic tent.

Lu Hui, who was born as a Confucian qigong practitioner, was truly a Taoist, but he was a "one-character master" who was rejected by Bai Yujing in the Qingming world.

Sui Lin, the master of the five elements, can reverse the flow of time in the small world. Together with the Buddhist "meditation" magical power of the little novice monk Houjue, plus the formations of Han Zhoujin and others, they can work together seamlessly, allowing the earthly branches to take advantage of the right time and place. If Renhe hadn't happened to meet the young hermit official who was accustomed to walking in the long river of time, his mind and body would be like a mainstay, as if he could completely let the slender water of time flow from both sides. The sword directly cut off the flow of time, otherwise an ordinary Jade Pu Realm monk would have lost inexplicably.

Kushou is also a mirror seller in the legendary "Ten Bandit Candidates". Such talented monks are extremely rare in the world.

The most fundamental natal thing of Kushou is a water-stopping state. He is gifted with supernatural powers, which are both mysterious and mysterious. In one sentence, "It's either this or that, the virtual state is the real state."

Song Xu stared at Yuan Huajing, "Are you really not selfish at all?!"

Yuan Huajing shook his head, "I dare not."

If you accidentally cross a certain bottom line, you will definitely be targeted by that guy.

Zhengyang Mountain is a lesson learned from the past.

Regarding the viewing ceremony at Zhengyang Mountain at Luolu Mountain, and the joint sword-fighting between Chen Ping'an and Liu Xianyang, the eleven Earthly Branches each had their own opinions, and they all had different opinions and admirations for the hidden official's methods. .

Yuan Huajing's view is different from everyone else. What he is most afraid of is not Chen Pingan's swordsmanship and boxing skills, nor his multiple identities. It is not even the accumulation of details of Chen Pingan's dismantling of Zhengyang Mountain, his swordsmanship, boxing skills, and heart-wrenching words. , combined vertically and horizontally, divided and transformed, and defeated each one... It was Chen Ping'an's forbearance that was different from ordinary people.

Just like a grudge that has become a dead end, someone with a grudge may have a 50% chance of winning, so he can't help but take action and seek pleasure.

Some people will definitely give it a try if they have an 80% chance of winning. More people are fools if they don't take action even if they have a 100% chance of winning.

But Chen Ping'an was different. It seemed that even though he had a 120% chance of winning, he still took his time, his layout was steady and interlocking, and there were no mistakes in everything.

Therefore, Yuan Huajing did not tell anyone in advance except Song Xu and Ku Shou this time. Yu Yu and Sui Lin were all kept in the dark. Yuan Huajing was afraid that the hidden official in the city would notice the clues. , fell short of success.

Song Xu asked a key question, "This... how should Chen Ping'an deal with it?"

Yuan Huajing glanced at Kushou and said with a smile: "Of course we will make the best use of everything. Help us practice repeatedly and practice hard until we can firmly beat Chen Ping'an."

Chen Ping'an's knowledge is simply the best whetstone for swordsmanship, boxing, and talismans. He has many natal objects, plus this person's scheming and calculations...

If eleven people can defeat Chen Pingan, it means that they are fully qualified to kill an immortal.

Although the eleven people are all Qi practitioners, in addition to Song Changjing who occasionally taught them a few boxings, there is also a martial arts instructor who specializes in teaching martial arts. He is not a high level, but only a distant traveler, but he was born in the Dali border army, so The fist and kick skills taught are nothing more than straightforward, ruthless and decisive.

Yuan Huajing seemed to have thought of something interesting, and said half-jokingly: "A Zijing martial artist who can fight Cao Ci back and forth, a martial arts master who can withstand countless punches and kicks of Yuan Zhenye in Zhengyang Mountain. , starting from today, you can help us feed our fists and temper our bodies anytime and anywhere. Such an opportunity is indeed rare. Even if we are not pure martial artists, the benefits are still considerable. If that female martial artist Zhou Haijing can eventually become our comrade, She will definitely accept such a huge unexpected surprise."

Song Xu continued to ask: "Then?!"

Yuan Huajing said: "Then? Is there any other way? Isn't this a very simple matter? In the end, let me kill the hidden official with the sword."

Song Xu shook his head and said: "You must not act like this! Ku Shou is not at a high level now. He has no experience to draw from during his journey of refining the mirror. This is Ku Shou's first time taking risks. There is no guarantee that there will be things that even Ku Shou himself could not have expected. An accident happened. Since the National Master specially formulated a rule with us for this purpose and did not allow us to use it casually, he must have known the danger of this matter early. "

Ku Shou tentatively said: "I want to maintain this mirror 'reality', but it actually consumes the gods' money every day. Why don't we really win against that... Yin Guan one day, and let him live in my little mirror world?" In, fall apart?”

Song Xu nodded, "This can be done, so let's not get into trouble."

Yuan Huajing shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm not stupid, of course I will cut off all the thoughts and memories of Chen Ping'an, leaving nothing behind. When the time comes, the only ones left by my side will be a Yuanying realm sword cultivator and a mountain peak realm The empty airs of a martial artist. And I can assure you that 'this person' will never be allowed to appear in this world unless it is absolutely necessary. Only when we, the Earthly Branches, are in dire straits, will we let him take action as a divine hand to help Turn the tables.”

In an instant.

Kushou unexpectedly heard a warm and gentle voice that he never expected, coming from his own inner lake, in the stagnant water realm. This made Kushou turn pale with horror.

I just heard someone smiling and saying: "Turn the situation around? I'll satisfy you."

Kushou instantly converged his spiritual consciousness, stabilized his Taoist heart, and turned it into a mustard seed to examine the ancient mirror that was his destiny.

Unexpectedly, Kushou's soul suddenly became unstable and he vomited blood. He stretched out his hand to cover his heart, trying to stop something, but the water-stopping sword still "cut open" Kushou's heart on its own and fell to the ground. The ancient mirror On the reverse side facing up, there is a circle of ancient seal inscriptions, which are like palindromic poems, "The human heart is as small as the heart of the sky," "What I see is that the mountains turn and the water stops", "Looking at the environment through people, there is reality and reality."

Kushou raised one hand to hold down the ancient mirror that looked like a rebellion.

The ancient mirror flipped over, and the mirror surface faced upwards, blooming with dazzling light, like the sun leaping out of the sea, the bitter hand flew out with a bang, and leaned against the wall slumped.

The person in the mirror is a young man wearing a snow-white robe, with a sword on his back and a blurred face. It is vaguely visible that he has a black hairpin on his head and a string of snow-white Buddhist beads in his hand. He is barefoot and without shoes. He is smiling and speaking softly. He took a breath, then raised his hand and gently wiped the mirror surface.

The mirror then opened, and the room was instantly filled with sword energy.

The white-robed man with the sword on his back took a step forward, and his figure, which was originally the size of a mustard seed, suddenly looked like an ordinary person in the mirror. He had a slender figure, a pair of golden eyes, and the hand holding the Buddhist beads was slumped behind him. He spread the palm of his left hand and placed it horizontally in front of him. Five thunders were gathered in the air. He stood in the house with a calm expression and said with a smile: "There is no way to good fortune or misfortune, only people call it upon themselves. The rewards of good and evil follow them like a shadow."

He lightly stomped his feet, and the entire inn was within the small world of the bird in the cage of his natal flying sword.

"When a superior man hears the Tao, he practices it diligently. To inquire about the heart is to go into the mountains to visit immortals. Suddenly he encounters a mysterious person, just like meeting the heart of the Tao."

This "Chen Ping'an" turned to look at Kushou who was sitting against the wall, and smiled. The ancient mirror on the ground was pulled by a ray of true energy, and as fast as a flying sword, it pierced directly into the heart of the young monk, " I gave it back to you, remember to keep it in the future, if there is any more."

Kushou's heart was constantly blown to pieces by his own life object, his neck seemed to be grabbed and pulled to an exaggerated extent, and his limbs were involuntarily twisted and shattered inch by inch. A monk's golden elixir was forcibly taken out of the small world of the human body, and it just hovered in front of Kushou.

In Chen Pingan's field of vision, the two flying swords of Yuan Huajing and Song Xu, after being launched, seemed to be flying slowly in the air, so slowly that even a patient "person" like him felt it was too slow. slow.

He "walked slowly", turned sideways, and "passed by" Song Xu's golden flying sword, and then came to Yuan Huajing's flying sword "Yelang", letting the flying sword move towards him bit by bit. "Move" yourself.

He just squinted at the flying sword, snapped his fingers, and all the houses and buildings disappeared, just like everything in the world and the colors were swept away, and all the irrelevant white-drawing scrolls were removed, leaving only the heart. There are eleven painted figures in the scroll.

There were eight monks from the Earth Branch lineage left outside this room. They came to this world at the same time. Everyone still maintained their previous posture. After the young man Gou Cun finished his walk, he returned to the room and placed the green bamboo staff horizontally. On my knees, I was reading the inscription with the word "Zhiyuan". The female ghost Gaiyan was smiling and talking to Han Zhoujin. Han Zhoujin looked slightly absent-minded. The little novice monk realized that he had just returned to the inn and was walking on the road with his foot raised. Yu Yu lowered his head and leaned forward, as if he was counting some items. Sui Lin was still sitting cross-legged, refining the fragments of the golden body of the god. Daolu Geling was holding a book like turning pages...

He bent his index finger and flicked his thumb, and a chess piece appeared. It was thrown high and slowly landed on the ground. After the sound of entering the water, a chess board appeared between heaven and earth.

Then he held Yuan Huajing's flying sword "Yelang" slowly approaching in front of him, twisted it with two fingers, turned the tip of the sword, walked to Yuan Huajing's side, gently pulled it, and nailed it into the center of the latter's eyebrows. The tip passed directly through Yuan Huajing's head. He squinted at Yuan Huajing, smiled and shook his head, commenting: "After all, he is not a pure martial artist, with a body like paper."

The eight "guest" monks who came back to their senses in an instant had already discovered the tragic situation of Kushou who was about to die. Yu Yu immediately sacrificed the young swordsman, bent his knees slightly, and rushed forward in an instant. On the chessboard under his feet, there was a sword light. Soaring into the sky, they were like cages, blocking her way. Fortunately, the sword immortal attendant kept drawing out his sword, cutting through the straight lines of sword light. Yu Yu had no distracting thoughts. She was a military monk, so she had to hold her back. Chen Ping'an, who had come to trouble them again for no apparent reason, had a chance to fight back for a moment.

He looked at the little girl who was a military monk with a smile. If he was not afraid of death, could he not die? If you come to me, will you find me?

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the young swordsman who retained "a little bit of his true spirit" and the skin of a swordsman. Wherever he looked, his heart moved.

Split it from the middle and chop it in two.

It's like she's been beating the wall.

Yu Yu, who was already less than ten feet away from that person, unexpectedly appeared thousands of feet away in a daze. After that, no matter how she rushed forward, even flew backwards, and flew in an arc... in short, she could not close the distance between the two parties. As close as within ten feet.

The world is upside down, and Yu Yu's path is filled with incredible situations that have been turned upside down by that person.

Dao Luge Ling used a mountain-moving technique to hit the snow-white figure from all directions, but the huge mountains and ridges were all cut in mid-air by slender sword lights and fell to the ground on the spot, falling to the chessboard. Above it, it turns into nothingness.

He suddenly appeared beside Yu Yu and held her face with one hand.

Yu Yu's body suddenly fell to the ground, but all his soul was pulled out by this person.

He shook his head and said: "After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. It's me you're talking about, not you."

Looking at Yu Yu's soul detained in his hands, his pure golden eyes flickered with golden light, "The world is empty, you are just dispensable dust in the household."

Between the words, my mind moved slightly, silently chanting two words, "Flowers bloom."

Confucian Qi practitioner Lu Hui had dozens of long swords nailed into his body, and he was unable to move, as if a bunch of fresh flowers suddenly bloomed on the spot.

Gui Xiuyan's entire ghostly body was divided into countless pieces by countless crisscrossing sword lights, including his clothes, robes, and golden crow armor.

The man smiled and said: "This self-created sword technique has just been named Katazuki. If it can be replaced with boxing techniques, it will be quite powerful."

Young Goucun's hands and legs were cut off.

The Taoist priest Ge Ling is wrapped in hundreds of talismans within a square on the chessboard.

The man disappeared and came behind Sui Lin, "Sword locking talisman, it doesn't mean much. Don't forget that I am still a pure martial artist."

After one punch, it pierced the back of the Five Elements Qi practitioner.

Song Xu's natal flying sword was pressed against the tip and hilt of the sword by the man's fingers, squeezing it until it broke on the spot.

He shook his wrist gently, and used the sword energy in his hand to form a spear, and pierced the one-word master Lu Hui from the neck. A ball of martial arts energy was released, and he lifted the latter high with the tip of the spear.

He seemed to be saying to himself: "How?"

The next moment, "Chen Ping'an" in a snow-white robe appeared next to him in a green shirt, standing with his back facing each other, as if the two sides would pass by each other in the next moment.

Without turning his head, he smiled and said: "Having an extra Night Sword is just an advantage. Fortunately, I have an extra caged bird, so it's even."

He sacrificed the two birds in the cage first and got the upper hand. The latter himself, the bird in the cage could only be outside. In fact, it is equivalent to no more.

Chen Ping'an said: "You can stop now."

He raised his head slightly and looked at the poor monk who was hanging in the air with the spear in his hand, "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

Chen Pingan said: "I don't think so."

The "Chen Ping'an" next to him, in a sense, is like an inner demon that should have appeared at the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm. But now it is long overdue, but it is more like an external demon that has abandoned all humanity.

I have to admit that he is more like a pure swordsman with no restraints than Chen Pingan.

A small world of birds in a cage, densely covered with sword energy, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, no painted scene at all, the sky and the earth are like snow that has accumulated for thousands of years.

He looked at Yuan Huajing and said with a smile: "Isn't it funny? It's like a person who feels that he has done nothing wrong and is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but there is a knock on the door immediately. Then he swears that if he violates his conscience, God will Strike five thunders, and by chance, there will be bursts of thunder. Is this another kind of sincerity and spirituality, three feet above the head, there is still a god?"

In the sky above Yuan Huajing's head, a mighty thunder method from heaven crashed down, only to be collided and disintegrated by another thunder method that seemed to originate from the human world and went from bottom to top.

He sighed, "This is very sad."

For example, in some of his plans, he stole Yuan Huajing's soul and temporarily turned away from the guests, leaving ten more puppets that he could control at will. There can be many hiding methods like this.

But Chen Pingan can guess and know.

I and I are at each other's hands.

Or he came too quickly, otherwise he could slowly refine the eleven Da Li people, which is equivalent to one person completing the twelve earthly branches!

During this period, he could dismantle, learn, and master all the magical powers and spells of the other eleven Earthly Branches one by one, and finally turn them all into his own use.

But it doesn't matter. There is no good thing in the world that can be taken advantage of. Too much is not enough.

He asked with a smile: "Our husband likes to put his hands together when meeting monks, and greet them in Taoist temples. Do you think this will affect Mr. Qi's mentality when he was young?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Yes."

He asked again: "Then why don't you clarify the matter with Pei Qian? She received the gift from the female sword immortal Zhou Cheng's lineage back then. Then Zhou Cheng would have no regrets when he left on the battlefield. This is It's only a good thing, why can't you say it? Maybe it will be much faster for Pei Qian to become a Yuanying realm swordsman, and it will only be more stable."

Chen Ping'an laughed and said, "I just realized that chatting with people is really annoying."

He put away the spear in his hand, and Lu Hui, who was lifted up in the air, fell to the ground, dying, lying in a pool of blood.

Song Xu looked at Houjue, who seemed to be the only one who was relatively safe, and felt despair.

If the other Chen Ping'an chooses to take the lead in killing this young novice from the Bible Translation Bureau, it means there is still room for maneuver.

Because after Sui Lin reversed the flow of time for a short period of time, without the support of the Buddhist magical power of Houjue, everyone would lose their memory.

But the current situation of everyone means that either eleven or all of them will die. Or at least that little novice monk will die.

Yu Yu looked at her friends and colleagues who were in extremely miserable condition. Her face was filled with tears and she said angrily: "Yuan Huajing, Song Xu, what the hell is going on?!"

Chen Ping'an, who was dressed in snow-white, clicked his tongue and said: "The more people can empathize with the heart-wrenching sufferings in the world, the harder it will be for them to live."

Chen Ping'an said: "Now that I'm here, where can you escape to?"

He took a few steps back, held up his sleeves with his hands, turned around and looked at Chen Ping'an, was silent for a moment, and said with a sneer: "Poor."

Chen Pingan remained silent.

For the first time, he spoke from his heart: "Chen Pingan, have you ever thought that the person she has been waiting for is me, not you?"

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at himself. In fact, he could not be completely regarded as a demon. If not, he was himself, but incomplete.

He put his hands in his sleeves, looked at the sky, narrowed his eyes and murmured: "I am more suitable than you. The farther back you go, the more suitable you are."

He slowly stretched out a hand, and a light appeared next to the two of them, like a star hanging in the sky. Then in an instant, a bright sword light passed by. The light was pulled by the sword energy and followed the sword light.

He looked at Chen Pingan with a smile and said in his heart: "You actually know very well. This is why Mr. Qi asked her not to take action easily. He will not teach you any superior swordsmanship, nor can he protect you too much. He only said those three things. Is the wisp of sword energy really of much use in our practice? A little bit, but looking back, it cannot affect the overall trend of any line. Qidunshan, whether you can kill that spirit monster or not, there is still A Liang. Watching from the side, at the mouth of the well, whether you kill Cui Dongshan at the bottom of the well, in the long run, it doesn't matter."

He shook his head and said to himself: "She actually kept her promise, which is surprising."

Chen Pingan said: "Don't forget, you are not a human being."

He showed a smile and complained: "How can you criticize yourself like this?"

In fact, he can say harsh words. For example, I know everything about you, but you, Chen Pingan, can't understand me now. Be careful to push me too hard. Let's stop being swordsmen. Let's lose one or two points in our martial arts skills. Realm, the natal object belonging to the five elements, first break most of it into pieces...

It just doesn't make sense.

It's not like this guy ignored him and hacked him to death, he just ignored the cost and didn't care about the consequences. The most hateful thing, the biggest reliance of this guy, is not that the old scholar and Ning Yao are nearby, but that "he" sincerely believes that even if the road is temporarily cut off, at most it is the Changsheng Bridge that was interrupted when he was young, he can still start over.

Chen Ping'an sneered: "Is this my biggest support? Do you think so little of yourself?"

He sighed, smiled brightly, and raised a hand, "Then say goodbye? See you later?"

It's a pity that all the small talk and the deliberate arrangement of this scene before failed to make this hurried self have a new trace of divinity, so there was no chance to take advantage of it.

Otherwise, it would be a matter of debate as to who is the real Chen Pingan. At that time, it is just a matter of finding a suitable opportunity, opening the sky with the sword, quietly traveling far away, and meeting her at the ancient sword refining place.

Chen Ping'an just nodded with squinted eyes.

He looked around and curled his lips, "If you lose, you will lose because you came early and tied your hands and feet, otherwise I would have beaten you, which would be more than enough."

He looked at the female ghost and said with a smile: "Do you dare to take advantage of me again in the future?"

Gaiyan just glanced at those golden eyes, and she almost collapsed on the spot, and she didn't dare to say another word.

The existence next to Chen Ping'an seemed to have no emotion no matter what he said or did, whether he smiled or not. All his expressions, emotions, and behaviors were drawn out, dead things, as if they were... The corpses were casually picked up by that being from the eternal tomb.

He looked away, and his whole body was like a piece of pure glass, which began to break and dissipate. However, for this small world, it did not increase or decrease at all. His eyes were deep, and the golden light flowed like stars. He looked at Chen Ping'an and said The last sentence is, "Great freedom is to let yourself not be free, but I can't think of it."

The small world inside, created by a bird in a cage, disappeared together with Chen Ping'an in white.

Chen Ping'an had no expression on his face. He was not in a hurry to put away the bird in his cage and the moon in the well. Instead, he used the bird in the cage to immediately narrow the scope of the world, just enough to include the place where the white clothes disappeared, and then reminded Sui Lin: " You can reverse this small period of time. My flying sword will help you protect the road and open a path for everyone to return to the previous alley."

Generally speaking, that "self" can take the opportunity to separate a part or even a grain of mind and hide it in the long river of time. For example, it may be somewhere in the small world of Kushou's ancient mirror, or it may be the mind of a certain monk. In the soul, it may even be on a certain robe, armor, or somewhere in the inn. In short, there are countless possibilities. But the "self" didn't dare, because Chen Ping'an would ask his husband to return to the Confucian Temple and let the Lisheng personally inspect the matter. Once caught out, the consequences can be imagined.

If you want it, that guy will definitely want it. It seems unnecessary, but in fact it is not. No matter what, no matter whether the guy has any back-ups or not, Chen Pingan will do it. He has to bother Li Sheng to check the time in person. After all, he has cheated. It's actually very difficult for yourself, but it's very easy to deceive yourself.

Sui Lin asked in a trembling voice: "Mr. Chen, what should we do with this memory?"

Chen Ping'an sneered and said: "Everyone is full and has nothing to do, right? Just think of it as saving food and remembering it better in the future!"

Sui Lin teamed up with the young novice monk and realized that after reversing the long river of time, they all returned to their respective places in an instant.

Only Chen Pingan was still standing in Yuan Huajing's house.

The young novice immediately clasped his hands together and silently recited the Buddha's blessing three times, "I will donate some merit money later, and I will do what I say. If I don't have any money, I will borrow it."

In the alley, Han Zhoujin, Ge Ling, and Sui Lin appeared out of thin air. After Sui Lin did this, he fell to the ground and was helped up by Ge Ling.

One by one, they immediately returned to the inn.

Wearing a green shirt, he stood in the corridor outside the door of the room with his hands in sleeves.

Except for Sui Lin, who was still unconscious and being helped by others, everyone else was standing in the courtyard below the steps.

Yuan Huajing looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, but the sweat on his forehead revealed the extremely unstable Taoist heart of this Nascent Soul sword cultivator.

Song Xu had his flying sword crushed by Chen Ping'an earlier. Although time was reversed and the flying sword was unimpeded, his sword cultivation heart was severely damaged and he was now sluggish.

When Ku Shou sees Chen Ping'an now, regardless of which one he is, he can't help but feel his heart trembling.

The young man Gou Cun looked at Chen Pingan with eyes that changed from awe to fear.

The female ghost changed her gaze directly and did not look at the hidden official at all.

Yu Yu crossed her arms across her chest. The girl was not an ordinary Taoist with a tough heart, but she was actually a little complacent. Look, we were all being chopped into pieces.

Chen Ping'an almost couldn't hold it back and rewarded each person with a punch on the spot. He took a deep breath and said, "Wake Sui Lin up."

Ge Ling and Lu Hui on both sides of Sui Lin immediately followed suit.

Sui Lin woke up leisurely and was about to clasp fists with the hidden official to say thank you. Chen Ping'an had already stretched out his hand. Sui Lin, whose face was pale and colorless, was confused and asked cautiously: "Mr. Chen?"

Chen Ping'an said: "Since you guys don't have to go to the wild world, you can bring those sword-locking talismans for whatever you want."

Sui Lin quickly took out the pile of golden talismans from his sleeve, pushed it gently, and floated towards the young hidden official.

Chen Pingan took the talisman and looked at everyone.

Everyone was silent.

It was Lu Hui, the scholar, who knew the scholar best. He smiled and said, "Borrow it. It's lent to Mr. Chen."

Chen Pingan put it in his sleeve and disappeared in a flash.

Everyone was relieved, and several of them sat down on the ground.

Just when Song Xuxu was about to speak, Yuan Huajing rarely showed a tired look similar to resignation, and he took the lead and said: "This matter will be handed over to the Ministry of Rites for recording. It is my fault and has nothing to do with Kushou or you."

Chen Pingan appeared at the alley, glanced at the library, and sighed, Senior brother, if you continue to do this, you will be really annoying.

Walking all the way to the door of the inn, the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became. I immediately turned around and went to the alley, where the mountains and rivers shrunk, and returned directly to the Xianjia Inn. Good guy, all of them were still in the mood to review their thoughts and return to your mother. As for the dish, it comes over and over again. Why, do you still want to have a next time? In the end, except for Gou Cun and the young novice monk, none of the other nine were left alive, and all of them were knocked to the ground by Chen Pingan. Especially that Yuan Huajing, his head was stepped on several times.

Gou Cun held it in for a long time, but still couldn't hold it back, and whispered: "Mr. Chen, you can beat me too, and share the same responsibility, otherwise we won't be able to get along in the future."

The little novice monk became anxious and jumped to his feet: "You are making trouble. Stop it. I will hit you. What should I do?"

Chen Ping'an stepped on Yuan Huajing and Song Xu's feet, then sat on the steps, intending to rest for a while, but he got up as soon as he sat down, and quickly smiled and said: "It's okay."

Because Ning Yao has appeared in the corridor, not carrying a sword on his back, but holding a sword in his hand.