Sword comes

Chapter 202 It's a good time in the world

In the last two days of boxing practice, the barefooted old man's strikes became more and more fierce. Although Chen Pingan was no longer allowed to do the cruel act of skinning and cramping, he punched Chen Pingan's body or spirit with the drumming style of a god and a man. , Layer by layer, it really made Chen Ping'an want to die.

The girl in the pink skirt outside the bamboo building was eating melon seeds, absent-mindedly, biting her lips and not knowing it. As for the boy in Tsing Yi who was sitting on the side of the cliff and practicing, his expression was always dignified. Digesting the high-grade snake gallstone in the belly, but also concentrating the mind, try not to be disturbed by the creepy movement of the bamboo building, even the Yujiang water snake does not know it, this is actually tantamount to a mental exercise. The great opportunity is to nourish and refine qi. The phenomenon of qi movement in the body is like a flood hitting a mainstay in a river, which is rare.

Occasionally, the girl in the pink skirt is really restless, so she would reach out to caress the bamboo building. Although the words written by the Confucian scholar Li Xisheng did not appear on the wall of the bamboo building, she firmly remembered them all, and the content of the words and even the outline of the strokes were clear , She couldn't hold back the wailing of her master upstairs or the sound of hitting the wall, so she would force herself to read the poems and articles on the wall silently.

This is also practice.

As for snake gallstones, the more the better, it is the dream treasure of all dragons in the world, but it also abides by a potential rule of "ten million".

Wei Bo revealed the secret of this, and explained the reason to the two little guys. The first high-grade snake gallstone that helped break the barrier can be digested by the mixed remnants of the genus of the dragon in about a year. Not strong, it takes a little longer, it may take thirteen or four months, but the boy in Tsing Yi only needs more than half a year, but the second one is not so easy, it takes ten years of hard work to swallow, and the third one takes a hundred years The water grinds kung fu, the fourth is a long thousand years, and the fifth needs ten thousand years!In fact, whether there is a fifth snake gallstone with excellent appearance is of little significance. It is not even icing on the cake.

So before the little boy in Tsing Yi held three high-quality snake gallstones in his hand, he turned his head and began to covet ordinary snake gallstones. Wouldn't it be beautiful to increase your cultivation base and make it crunchy?At that time, the little boy in Tsing Yi was only thinking about my uncle, I would lie down and enjoy the blessings, basking in the sun every day, watching the wind, flowers, snow and moon, I would be able to climb my realm, how pleasant it is!

It wasn't until Chen Ping practiced boxing in the bamboo building that the little boy in Tsing Yi changed his mind and devoted himself to practicing hard. For the stubborn Yujiang Water Snake, his thoughts were not complicated. He didn't want to see everyone being beaten to death , and don't want to be surpassed by Chen Pingan, a mud-legged master, how embarrassing is that?

The sky and the earth are big, our heroes who are in the rivers and lakes have the biggest face!

In the bamboo building, the barefoot old man crossed his arms and looked down at the young man who was curled up on the ground. His muscles were so painful that the sound of soybeans burst. On the gate of the mansion, Chen Ping'an was beaten to a bleak and dying scene.

The old man sneered and said: "It's only 28 punches, it's like a dead person, it's really unsightly! If you can't withstand thirty punches, these three realms are not considered the strongest three realms in the world!"

Chen Pingan, who was full of bloody smell, didn't even care to talk back, relying on the breath taught by old man Yang, and the dragon-like true energy he found in his body, plus what A Liang said was "grooved out by countless sword immortals." "The Eighteen Ways of Stopping Luck, the three together, can make himself grit his teeth and withstand the old man's 28 punches.

The old man kicked out and hit Chen Pingan on the back. Chen Pingan slammed into the wall and fell heavily on the ground. The sea of ​​qi that had finally stabilized had been wasted, and he made waves again. Chen Pingan lying on the ground It's like having epilepsy.

The old man laughed loudly and said: "A pure martial artist wants to stand on the top of the mountains, what does he rely on? Just rely on one breath, and forcibly consume those Qi practitioners who can borrow the aura of heaven and earth at will! Your breath, if you eat a little Little suffering, you lost the ability to punch, and you still want to shrink back to heal your wounds and take a breath? Will the person who punches you give you this chance? So the breath you have accumulated, Chen Pingan, is far from enough!"

Little pain.

Chen Pingan, whose face was covered in blood, could not utter a single word to refute.

Although the old man spoke viciously and tried his best to be mean and sarcastic, if he had a life-and-death battle with a martial arts master, or a mountain god who was seriously injured and killed by the old man, he would definitely feel incredible. In addition, there is the famous eye above the top.

At the peak, as the only ten-level martial artist in East Aquarius Continent, he was able to traverse the three continents with only a physical body and a pair of fists!Before punching, the old man does not report his name, and after punching, he does not report his identity. He comes and goes in a hurry, and leaves after a fight. If he accidentally kills someone, disciples and grandchildren have the courage and ability, just look for him Revenge is, if you are surrounded and beaten by ten people for a hundred years, and if you use up all the tricks to count, he will take them all with his fists!

At that time, Sanzhou only knew that this eccentric Wuming god man rarely showed respect to his defeated opponents, even if he was a well-matched opponent, the old man didn't take it seriously, and he didn't even have the slightest thought of accepting disciples.

There is a great mystery in this desolate mountain bamboo building. The old man surnamed Cui can be awake for an hour every day. Now, as he returns to the peak step by step, he can keep his mind clear for half of the time.The grandpa of Cui Chan, the master of the Great Li Dynasty, has completely lost his affection for his family since he fell from the top to the bottom. Because of his grandson, he was heartbroken by the family's gang of stalking grandsons, and he has no love for him anymore. , Now in Luopo Mountain, I stay in the bamboo building every day, standing on the second floor from time to time overlooking the mountains and rivers, the old man began to like such a clean place, not just that the bamboo building is his own blessed place.

Wei Bo walked outside the bamboo building, just in time to hear the old man roar, "Chen Pingan, what's the matter lying down! If you can't stand up, you have to get up!"

"Do you know that this old man has traveled far away in this life, punched, killed and wounded countless people, and the only person who respects him is who?!"

"It's an Eighth Realm warrior whose name I can't even remember. When this person was dying, the old man stepped on his face. Before he died, the Eighth Realm warrior raised his fist as hard as he could and handed the old man the last breath of his life." Fist, even if that punch is already weaker than an immature woman, but that punch is a punch that all ten-level warriors in the world, even the legendary eleventh-level martial gods, should respect and admire!"

"That punch is the true spirit of my martial artist!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang, it was obvious that Chen Pingan, who finally stood up, was hit again and again against the wall.

"Chen Pingan, come again! This little pain is nothing, if you are a handlebar, stand up and take another punch..."

The old man was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly became furious, swearing, many curse words were actually learned from the boy in Mud Ping Lane.

It turned out that Chen Pingan's heartstrings were almost broken.

It’s too late.

Chen Pingan was unwilling to admit defeat, not only relying on that breath to hold on, but even inadvertently used the illusory "heart energy", and after being punched by the old man, his heart energy fell together. It was the first accident since the old man taught boxing.

The stubborn old man had already knelt down and quickly covered the boy's heart with his palm. Looking down, it was the boy's dark face distorted in pain, and the boy's arm resting on his chest, clenched in a fist, pure It is a subconscious instinctive action.

The old man stretched out his other hand, and gently held the young boy's fist with cracked skin and exposed bones. For the first time, he showed a benevolent expression, and said with a soft smile, "Boy, that's right. The punch is low and solid, and the meaning of the fist is high in the void." At this place, the boxing method is deep in your heart, you have already reached the real martial arts."

But at this moment, whether it was in a dream or in a daze, Chen Pingan muttered cursing words.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and instead of being angry, he smiled, "You brat."

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The next day, Chen Pingan suffered 29 punches before passing out.

The first thing Chen Pingan did after waking up was to walk to the second floor with difficulty, and asked, "Will I be beaten to death by you next time with thirty punches?"

The old man opened his eyes in the house, "No."

Then Chen Pingan stood under the eaves of the second floor and began to swear. Gu Can's mother used to be known as the No. Repeated defeats.Then Chen Pingan, as a guy who often listens to scolding battles, has been swayed by his ears and eyes. If he really wants to open up and scold, his skill is of course not bad.

After boxing practice starts tomorrow, there will definitely be no chance to scold.

I'll scold first before I talk about it today.

Anyway, he has eaten enough to eat the suffering he should have suffered and the crime he should not have suffered, and the old guy can't beat himself to death, so what is he afraid of, Chen Pingan.

If you don't scold him, Chen Ping'an is really afraid that he will suffocate himself to death. If he hasn't practiced his boxing well, he will burn himself to death first. This won't work!

The old man didn't think much of it at all.

In fact, this is a good thing.

Because precisely this is the important meaning of practicing boxing.

The young people in Niping Lane have accumulated too much emotional impurities, just like the garbage that Chen Pingan swept up on the foot of the wall bit by bit, no more, no less, no hindrance to the state of mind, because "out of sight, out of mind", but Once the martial arts climbs in the future and continues to climb higher, then this flaw will continue to be magnified. In the second and third realms, it can be relatively easily eliminated by the old man with various boxing and supernatural powers. The threshold, or the natural moat between ninety and ten, if you want to go back and remove it, it will be as difficult as reaching the sky.

But the old man is not a clay bodhisattva, how can he stand the endless curse words, and shouted angrily: "Get out, talk nonsense, and I will kill you now."

Chen Ping smiled and left, very satisfied.

The old man laughed and scolded in a low voice in the house: "It's really similar to when I was a child."

Speaking of this, the old man looked a little dazed.

When I was young, as a grandfather, was I too strict and ruthless with respect to the evil spirits, and was it too counterproductive?

The third sage of Confucianism once had a famous saying, which has been handed down in the world, "At the beginning of human beings, nature is good, nature is similar, habits are far away."

The old man sighed.

He had also personally experienced the thrilling March-Fourth battle, and how it ended up is what it is now.This is also the reason why the old man has not been involved deeply.

He once traveled to an unknown mountain before, and met an old man in a Confucian shirt. The sun was just rising, and the old man was walking around on the top of the mountain, slowly stretching his muscles and bones, as if he was drawing circles, but from the perspective of his ten-level martial artist, It can be seen that the elderly scholar seems to be spinning in circles, but in fact every time he draws a circle, it will expand slightly to the outside.

He asked curiously, "Why doesn't the old man step out?"

The old man in Confucian shirt replied with a smile: "If you break the rules, that's not allowed."

After a lot of chatting all over the world, after that, he never saw the figure of the elderly scholar again.

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On the third day, before practicing boxing, the old man said with a smile to Chen Pingan: "Since you have gained a firm foothold in the three realms, let's continue. The old man has solidified your martial arts foundation in the four realms. The matter of traveling far away is not a problem. Delay these few days of work."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said no, for traveling far away, as long as Master Ruan succeeds in forging the sword, he must leave immediately.

The old man continued to tempt Chen Pingan to practice boxing, "Why did the old man punch out with a five-level cultivation base, and Sun Shujian, who was at the peak of the sixth level, was killed? It is because of the same level, the difference between clouds and mud, so even if it is the most difficult to cross the level As far as the murderous martial arts is concerned, this old man can still easily kill the higher level Sun Shujian, because his foundation is too loose."

"For example, in the case of the imperial examination, there are also scholars who entered the imperial examination. Why is it that some people are the unspeakable champion Lang Tanhualang, and the rest are Jinshi, and there are even those poor fellow Jinshi? That Jinluan Palace is a realm, but the same In the realm, there are still three, six, and nine classes."

"Chen Pingan, you must know that there is a huge gap between the three realms and four realms of martial arts. It is no different from the last realm of the lower five realms of Qi practitioners, and the first realm of the middle five realms. There is a huge watershed. Wu old man helped you lay the groundwork. You have suffered so much, and you should be the most aware of the benefits. If you can break through the four realms in one go, as long as you break the bottleneck, the martial arts path in the four realms will be smooth. Wouldn't it be great? ?”

Chen Ping shook his head without hesitation.

Since old man Yang said that this place is not suitable to stay for a long time, he must leave the mountain and go south after getting the sword. Chen Pingan will never delay for a stick of incense.

In fact, deep down in his heart, Chen Pingan was still a little terrified of practicing boxing above the three realms, saying that he was not afraid that he was deceiving himself and others.

The old man nodded, "It's a good thing to be able to stand the temptation. Sun Shujian and his ilk are not bad in talent, but there are countless people who died halfway, and they died of the word greed. Today, the old man will make an exception and reward you once, Change thirty punches to thirty-one punches. Don’t worry, you won’t die if you take care of it. You don’t have to be thankful to the old man, who told you that you are a mischievous Mr.…”

On the surface, the old man spoke with a pleasant face, but the murderous intent in his words was so chilling, how could Chen Pingan not know?

You scolded people yesterday, you scolded to your heart's content, but you will be punished today?

As a result, after 31 punches, Chen Pingan slept in the big medicine bucket for the first time, and then slept in the bed all night in darkness.

At dawn, Chen Pingan walked out of the house, and Wei Bo and the two little guys were sitting under the eaves.

After seeing Chen Pingan, Wei Bo sat on the bamboo chair, raised his head, clasped his fists with both hands, and said beamingly, "Congratulations."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists in return, smiled wryly and said, "It's hard to say."

The girl in the pink skirt gave up the bamboo chair to her master. After Chen Ping'an lowered his voice, Wei Bo said, "Ruan Qiong will start the stove in these two days. I was chatting with Xiao Snake before. I heard that you want to buy a raising sword gourd. Then I will make my own proposal, and I will convert the fact that the Dali court originally gave a gift from a mountain to five magic weapons. I will only accept a gourd. Chen Pingan, if you feel that you are at a loss, you can change it and continue to accept it. Dali's original five magic weapons are."

The girl in the pink skirt and the boy in Tsing Yi winked together, persuading Chen Pingan not to be fooled by lard, and to give up five.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Of course I want the gourd with a raised sword."

Wei Bo laughed heartily, waved his sleeve casually, and in an instant, a delicate little vermilion gourd was held in the palm of his hand.

Compared with the small silver gourd hanging from A Liang's waist, it is slightly smaller, with a warm color and simple style, which makes people fall in love at first sight.

Chen Pingan was full of surprise, carefully picked up the vermilion gourd with both hands, widened his eyes, and looked closely at it.

Wei Bo explained with a smile: "This sword-raising gourd can only be regarded as a medium-grade one, not a real fairy, but it is already very rare. After all, it is in the East Aquarius Continent, and it cannot compare to the Julu Continent where sword cultivators are rampant. , but even if it is taken to Juluzhou, this little gourd can still make sword cultivators in the middle five realms salivate."

Wei Bo pointed to the bottom of the small gourd, "The bottom is 'Ginger Pot', which is a homonym for the rivers and lakes of walking in the rivers and lakes. It's quite fun, and most of them are the cherished relics of a certain Jiang surnamed sword repairer, so this name is engraved on it. Congratulations. do not like?"

Chen Pingan laughed so happily that he hurriedly responded: "I like it! How could I not like it! Raising a sword gourd!"

The girl in the pink skirt covered her mouth and smiled, and the kid in Tsing Yi rolled her eyes and slapped her forehead.

Well, the key is to know the goods. Knowing the priceless value of raising sword gourds, you are so happy. The master's habit of money obsession really cannot be changed.

Chen Pingan suddenly asked: "Can you hold wine?"

Wei Bo nodded with a smile and said, "Of course it's possible. It's no problem to put more than a dozen catties of wine in it, and it won't hinder the nourishment of Feijian. The more the better, otherwise it will delay the process of raising swords, it is best to raise two or three at the same time..."

Speaking of this, Wei Bo laughed at himself: "If you can warm and nourish two flying swords at the same time, it will be scary enough. Let alone the opportunity to get a high-quality flying sword, it will take a lot of financial and material resources."

Chen Pingan took it down silently.

Then with two swishes, the first day of junior high school, whose real name is "Xiaofengdu", and the emerald green "Fifteen" that Old Man Yang gave to Chen Ping'an, flew out of Chen Ping's two auras one after the other, disappeared in a flash, and fled. Entering the vermilion raising sword gourd, the two flying swords seemed to be extremely happy, scurrying around in it, bumping into the inner wall of the gourd constantly, so that the small gourd shook slightly in Chen Ping's hands.

Wei Bo stared wide-eyed, feeling ashamed, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Well, pretend I didn't say anything."

The little boy in Tsing Yi and You Rongyan said angrily, "You know my master has a lot of money, don't you?"

Wei Bo didn't bother with the little snake, and said cheerfully, "I know, I know."

Wei Bo finally smiled and said, "By the way, if you have wine in the gourd, just drink as much as you, Chen Pingan, can drink."

After Wei Bo left, Chen Pingan sat on the edge of the cliff with a bamboo chair, sipping wine alone.

The girl in the pink skirt wanted to follow, but the boy in Tsing Yi grabbed her arm and shook her head to signal not to join in the fun.

Chen Pingan leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, stretched his legs, and held the small gourd that was temporarily used as a flagon with both hands. After a few sips of wine, he felt his cheeks were hot, his throat was hot, and his whole body warmed up.

Chen Ping looked to the far south, full of longing.

It seems that the mountains, rivers and waters over there are the rivers and lakes with the homophony of raising swords and gourds.

This is a life that Chen Pingan never imagined.

It's good to be able to live well.

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For the orphans in Mud Bottle Lane, after both their parents passed away, they had the hardest time between the ages of five and seven.

Sometimes when you are so hungry that your intestines get knotted, you are so hungry that you can’t wait to dig the dirt to eat. Whenever you eat, there are smoke from every household near the mud bottle alley. Even if you just walk in the alley, children can smell it. Those tempting rice, coriander, and vegetables are fragrant, and the children are wearing clothes left by their parents, and they cut them into sizes that they can wear.

The first time the child ate food from someone else's house was after the family was exhausted and everything that could be sold at home was sold. The six-year-old child was unable to go to the mountains to collect herbs to earn some copper coins in a severe winter, and he completely lost his livelihood. And unwilling to steal, hungry and cold, like a little lonely ghost, walking in the alley, from one end to the other, until the twilight, when the smoke rises, the child has no idea How to survive.

A good-hearted person said Xiaopingan before, and went to my house for dinner.The child always smiled and said no, there is still rice at home.Then he ran away quickly.

But that day, the child really had nothing left, so he went to Yang's shop first during the day, and wanted to ask the old man on credit, but the old man didn't want to see him at all.

Then in that evening, the child was aggrieved and wondered whether someone would see him, whether he would smile and say, Xiaopingan, come in for dinner.

But that day, no one opened the door, the door was closed, and there were laughter and curses inside.

The child finally went back to his yard hungry, lay on the thin quilt on the cold bed, and told himself silently that he was not hungry or hungry, he would not be hungry when he fell asleep, and he would not be hungry after thinking about his parents.