Sword comes

Today is the morning chapter.

In the early morning, the three of them set off on their way. Facing the wind and snow, Chen Pingan, who was leading the way, stopped suddenly after walking a section of punching poles.

The girl in the pink skirt asked softly: "Who is the master missing?"

The little boy in Tsing Yi lazily said: "The weather is terrible, the master may want to find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to take a shit, at least it won't let the butt freeze."

The girl in the pink skirt said angrily: "Disgusting"

The little boy in Tsing Yi sighed, "Faithful words are harsh."

Nanjian Country, where Taoist priests and celebrities are romantic, is extremely lively this year, and a grand ceremony has just come to an end.

On the border of Nanjian Country, behind a towering mountain peak, among the mountains and forests, there is a deep path. A young Taoist nun walks slowly, holding a green bamboo branch in her hand, and twisting her fingers gently. white elk.

A man in white with a long sword hanging beside her walked side by side with a lonely expression.

She said helplessly: "I have told you more than once. It's not that if you only have the cultivation base of the lower five realms, I must not like you, but it's not that if you have the cultivation base of the upper five realms, I must like you. Wei Jin, It’s really impossible for me and you, why are you unwilling to give up, or tell me, how can you give up?”

For a Taoist nun who devoted herself to cultivating the Tao to say such straightforward and naked words, it seemed that the man was really entangled with her, which made her a little annoyed.

The man is none other than the genius sword cultivator of Fengxue Temple Shenxiantai, Wei Jin.

People who practice on the mountain, the so-called geniuses, are actually divided into three, six, or nine grades. Such a young eleventh-level swordsman, Wei Jin is a well-deserved first-class, and the speed of breaking through the realm is far faster than his peers.

Wei Jin looked sluggish, not like a romantic figure who just broke through the threshold of the ten realms, and said with a wry smile: "Is it because you have someone you like? For example, the uncle in your sect?"

The young nun stopped, turned her head to look at the famous Fengxue Temple sword cultivator, and said with an angry smile: "Wei Jin, why are you so unreasonable?"

Although Wei Jin was expressionless, he felt aggrieved, and he didn't know how to explain and redeem it, so he kept silent for a while, even though Wei Jin was so disheartened, his clothes were wrinkled, in the eyes of outsiders, no matter how casually he stood Where is it still the most vigorous sword in the world.

It's a pity that this outsider does not include the young Taoist nun in front of Wei Jin.

Jianxin is as clear and pure as glass, so it doesn't necessarily mean that he is really familiar with the world, especially about love, which is the most unreasonable thing in the world, and it is even more annoying.

Wei Jin said softly: "He Xiaoliang, I only want to ask you one question at the end."

She nodded and said, "Just ask."

Wei Jin hesitated for a moment, turned his eyes to other places, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are the most concerned about fate, so if one day, you finally meet someone who is destined for you, even if you don't like him in your heart, will you do it for the so-called Dao? I still choose to be a Taoist partner with him.”

Wan Lai was silent.

It seems that even the invisible wisps of breeze between the sky and the earth are solidified at this moment.

The young nun smiled and said, "Yes."

Wei Jin's eyes were completely dimmed, and he still didn't look at this woman who fell in love at first sight, his eyes were red, "Even if you and him become a fairy couple in the eyes of the world, you will not be happy, He Xiaoliang, I won't lie to you, I don't want to see you unhappy."

The young Taoist nun sighed softly, although there was a hint of sadness, but her Taoist heart was still as firm as a rock, "Wei Jin, even if there is such a day, I will live an unsatisfactory life, but I will never regret it, let alone turn my head back I like you Wei Jin."

Wei Jin murmured: "Is that so?"

The young nun turned and left.

Wei Jin was reluctant to move for a long time, she didn't regret it, but he had already regretted it, regretted asking such a stupid question that hurt others and himself.

A young Taoist came out from the depths of the dense forest, beside him were two big fishes, one blue and one red, swimming in the air.

Wei Jin withdrew his gaze, only after Taoist nun He Xiaoliang walked away, did he dare to stare at her back as she walked further and further away.

He didn't look at the golden boy in Dongbao Pingzhou's contemporary golden boy and jade girl, and said coldly: "If you dare to say a word, I will dare to kill with a sword."

Although the young Taoist was a little jealous of this eleventh-level swordsman, but this mountain forest was located in the back of the sect, he believed that Wei and Jin would dare to draw their swords to kill people if they disagreed, but the Taoist didn't believe that he would die at all, so he sneered and said : "Eleventh level sword cultivator in Fengxue Temple will be able to be fierce in our God Sect"

For the word Zong, the young Taoist pronounced the word a little more emphatically.

There are three schools of Taoism in Baopingzhou, among which Gaozong, the god of Nanjian, is the most respected, and is the center of Taoism in Yizhou.The last time I went down the mountain with He Xiaoliang hand in hand, to the Lizhu Cave of the Great Li Dynasty, all the way north, wherever I went, no matter if it was a secular emperor, a true king of all countries, or a land god, without exception, everyone would be satisfied. He and He Xiaoliang, the golden boy and girl, treated each other with courtesy and did not dare to neglect at all.

Shengaozong is located on the border of Nanjian Kingdom, and exclusively occupies Qingtan blessed land, one of the 72 blessed lands. The suzerain Qi Zhen, who holds the title of True Monarch of the Four Kingdoms, is one of the few true gods in Dongbaopingzhou. They are the next sect of the orthodox lineage, but even if Qi Zhen goes to the orthodox orthodox sect located in Shenzhou, Zhongtu, he is still undoubtedly a first-class and important role.

And this golden boy happened to be the closed disciple of suzerain Qi Zhen.

And the same senior sister, He Xiaoliang, studied under the real person Xuanfu. This senior real person who has nothing to do with the world is different from the head brother Qi Zhen. He only accepts He Xiaoliang as an apprentice. , the reputation is not obvious, the talent is not obvious, the background is not obvious, only the real person Xuanfu caught her with a glance, and it turned out that everyone was wrong. He Xiaoliang, who was well-lucky and blessed, rose rapidly, broke through the realm quickly, and had a good chance, which made the sect dumbfounded.

And the golden boy and jade girl in Dongbao Pingzhou are very likely to become Taoist couples, even if they are not in the same sect, they are no exception, and their respective sects are often happy to see their success.

Like him and He Xiaoliang, the golden boy and jade girl who came from the same school, in the nearly thousand-year history of East Aquarius Continent, together with the two of them, have only appeared three times, and they have all become the avenue couples who joined hands in the upper five realms .

So he didn't want to be the first exception himself.

Wei Jin turned his head to look at the young Taoist, suddenly lost his mind, "You are not qualified to let me use the sword, your master Qi Zhen is not bad."

It is common sense that sword cultivators at the eleventh level can have the same combat power as Qi trainers at the second level other than military masters.

What's more, the suzerain of Shengao Sect has been stuck at the peak of the eleventh realm for many years. The reason why the celebration was held this year is to celebrate that he finally broke through the realm. Therefore, Wei Jin and the suzerain Qi Zhen are both practicing Qi after breaking through the realm not long ago. Shi, if the two of them fight in another place, it's really hard to say the outcome.

However, this is the territory of Shen Gaozong, with various formations emerging one after another, and it is also the territory of a real monarch. Qi Zhen, who has the right time, place and people, can never be regarded as an ordinary monk at the beginning of the twelfth realm.

The young Taoist smiled and said, "If you're not qualified, so what?"

This sentence was extremely hurtful to Wei Jin, who was once again poured cold water on his head by Taoist nun He Xiaoliang.

So Wei Jin said indifferently: "Pick it up."

The young Taoist couldn't see Wei Jin drawing his sword clearly at all, and a wisp of sword energy that was no longer than an inch was chopping down on the top of his head.

The young Taoist, who was about to lose a life-saving talisman, saw a white and jade-like warm palm stretching out to the top of his head, grabbing for him the terrifying sword energy that burst from the sky.

Then there was a bloody smell in the air, which was incompatible with this quiet and peaceful mountain forest.

Wei Jin glanced at the uninvited guest, let go of the hilt of his sword, and left slowly, only saying, "I can do it myself."

A Taoist priest with a face like a crown of jade stood in front of Shen Gaozong's golden boy, and put away the palm that blocked the sword energy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

The Taoist said in a gentle voice: "People who are oriented to the Tao, it is too late to cultivate their minds, so why bother to speak quickly."

The orthodox golden boy said respectfully: "Master, I know I was wrong."

The handsome Taoist priest in Yushu Linfeng smiled and taught: "If you know your mistakes, correct them, but don't just admit your mistakes."

The young Taoist with two big fish swimming beside him blushed and said, "Master, I really know that I made a mistake, I will definitely correct it."

The Taoist known as Master Uncle is actually not very old, looking at him not yet in his thirties, he said with a smile: "If you are willing to change, Master Uncle can't help it, who made your Master my senior brother in charge."

The golden boy's head grew dizzy for a while, he was afraid that his uncle would talk to others like this, but in fact it was the suzerain Qi Zhen, he might feel ashamed.

He immediately said with a bitter face: "Uncle Shi, I'm going to copy a book of green words and green chapters."

The Taoist nodded, "You can copy the Fanlu chapter and give it to me in three days."

The golden boy walked away pitifully, it was obvious that it would be three days and three nights, what a pain.

The Taoist stepped forward and came to the bank of a lotus pond in an instant. He stood beside the Taoist nun He Xiaoliang and asked straightforwardly: "The great way often goes against the customs of the world. After all, this is the world of grandeur. You can think about it."

He Xiaoliang stretched out his hand and patted Bai Lu's soft back, nodded and said: "Master, I've made up my mind."

The young nun's face was gloomy.

The Taoist looked at the lush green lotus leaves in a pond. In the cold winter, countless lotus leaves outside the mountain had already been frozen and killed, and there were still tall and graceful plants here, just like a midsummer scene. around you."

He Xiaoliang not only didn't feel any gratitude, but said with emotion: "The Dao is really ruthless."

The Taoist hummed, "That's true. It's a good thing for you to practice."

The reason why he sided with her, He Xiaoliang, and chose to stand on the opposite side of senior brother Daoist Xuanfu, was not that he thought He Xiaoliang was pitiful, but because he stood on the avenue, which happened to be He Xiaoliang's location. If one day the master and apprentice reversed positions, he would still make the same choice.

He Xiaoliang put away those thoughts, and asked with a smile: "Uncle, who is that guy we jokingly call Junior Uncle Lu? He has been stranded on the border of Nanjian Country for nearly a year."

The Taoist shook his head and said: "I can't figure out the root of that person. Since he is willing to call me senior brother, I lost to him in chess, so I have no choice but to let him go. I only figured out that he is in the Lizhu Cave. However, Qi Jingchun's actions were unexpected, so he still had no chance to make a move in the end, and he has some connections with the authentic sect above Shen Gaozong, that's all, nothing more can be considered."

Even He Xiaoliang felt a little creepy.

Although Qi Jingchun's last shot was quickly overshadowed by saints from all sides, He Xiaoliang not only saw the beginning of that battle with his own eyes, but also felt the aftermath of that battle. The ripples on the shore at the end of the big waves have already shocked He Xiaoliang, and at the same time, it has strengthened He Xiaoliang's heart of Taoism.

The world is so vast, and the master is so majestic, why don't I, He Xiaoliang, go there and see it by myself?

一瞧

The Taoist smiled and said: "Don't think too much, the water will come out naturally."

Afterwards, this Taoist, who is considered to be of high seniority in the whole continent, walked slowly on the bank of the lotus pond, thinking leisurely.

The Taoist thinks about some of the most natural things in the world, such as why it rains, why people are respected, why there are cloudy weather, why there is a paradise, and so on, these boring things that everyone takes for granted, the reason why they are boring, The reason is that if you talk about these things with people, you will have nothing to talk about.

He Xiaoliang looked far away, sighing to himself.

It has nothing to do with the gap in realm, or the gap in seniority.

But because the young uncle walked to the distance of the avenue early, it was hard to catch up, so he felt ashamed.

I bought a jug of wine at a street wine shop, Wei Jin poured some in the palm of my hand, and the white donkey lowered its head and drank quickly. Fortunately, the people here have seen the world, let alone a donkey drinking, even if it is The donkey spoke without frowning.

Wei Jin withdrew his hand, began to drink wine by himself, left the wine shop, walked aimlessly, and the donkey followed behind him.

After walking out of the town at the foot of Shengaozong Mountain, Wei Jin, who had always regarded himself as a man of the rivers and lakes, still didn't want to fly with his sword, so he got drunk and wobbled on the donkey's back, letting it carry him Wander around by yourself.

Mountains and rivers, over and over again.

In the end, they came to Fengyang, the capital of Nanjian Kingdom. Like ordinary people, Wei and Jin handed in the certificate of customs at the gate of the city, and then they were able to lead the donkey into the city.

Wei Jin, who was full of alcohol, thought about it hard, and remembered that he had a friend in Fengyang who had a bad temper. He traveled with him seven or eight years ago. That person seemed to have said that he was a big sect in Fengyang City. Wei Jin asked the way to the sect named Xiongfeng Gang, Wei Jin remembered that the man laughed at himself at that time, saying that his ancestors were really ignorant and took such a frivolous gang name, Wei Jin Jin comforted him, saying that there is a large fairy family mansion in the south of Aquarius Island, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has a profound foundation, dominates one side, and is as powerful as a country, but was named by the founder of the mountain, called the Invincible God Fist Gang, That's pitiful, every time there is a grand gathering, the gods get together, and all the disciples feel that there is no interest in life.

The Wei and Jin Dynasties moved forward slowly, and there was a fortune-telling booth beside the street. A young Taoist priest in Taoist robes and a Taoist crown, his business was deserted, was lying on the table, preaching to a child with a runny nose and holding candied haws. "This world is very bad, but you can't think that those good people who are kind to others and willing to suffer are fools because of this."

The Taoist emphasized his tone: "Actually, you are the fool, do you know?"

The expressionless child sniffled his nose, and the two snots from Qinglong's cave returned most of the way back to the cave, and then licked the candied haws.

The Taoist was a little anxious, "I'm telling you something serious, what kind of candied haws should I eat?"

The child remained indifferent, eating candied haws with his head tilted.

The young Taoist said earnestly: "Oh, you bastard, you really don't have the root of wisdom. The poor Taoist kindly calculated for you, and he clearly figured out that you and the little girl next door are a match made in heaven. The poor Taoist will not charge you any copper coins. This is not righteous enough." Why don’t you know how to be grateful? It’s just a bunch of candied haws. It’s worth a few pennies, but it’s not as good as a future daughter-in-law.”

The child who had been dull all this time suddenly chuckled, "You think I'm stupid."

Then the child turned around, swayed and jumped away, shouting "Eat candied haws~"

The young Taoist slapped the table in grief, "The world is going down, people's hearts are not old."

Wei Jin laughed it off, and suddenly he stopped, but didn't turn his head, recalling the attire of the fortune-teller Taoist, Wei Jin was a little hesitant.

The Taoist had already opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Since there is a destiny, why don't we meet again?"

Wei and Jin lead the donkey away.

The young Taoist said pitifully: "Life is hard, why are the people of Nanjian country so good? The folk customs are too unsophisticated."

He angrily sat back on the stool, guarded the stick on the table, hugged the back of his head with his hands, basking in the sun, his neck dangling back and forth, the Taoist crown on his head dangling, and he said to himself: "It's boring, it's boring."

A handsome woman came timidly and summoned up her courage to ask, "Master Daoist, can this be considered a marriage?"

The young Taoist hurriedly adjusted his sitting posture, "It definitely counts, it's not easy to sign a poor Taoist and not charge money"

The young woman was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and left, thinking that this is obviously a scam, she must be a stinky and shameless charlatan, thinking about it, how can we Taoist priests in Nanjian country be so downcast? You shouldn't be greedy for petty gains. For matters of great marriage, you should go to Pingfeng Lane to find a real Taoist fortune teller. The price is more expensive. It's better than being cheated. It's so pretty, why is he such a dishonest person?

The young Taoist rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, and said dejectedly: "This day is impossible. It's true that the world and the earth work together, and the hero is not free, and the retribution is not good."

Finally, the young Taoist sighed, "What a gentleman can bully others. Since you are so open and honest, the poor Taoist will naturally not bully others too much."

Talking about closing the stalls, the busy young Taoist muttered silently: "Then we will have a high mountain and a long river, and there will be a period later."

It's just that he quickly shook his head and rejected the idea, "It's difficult."

On the southern border of Dali, the wind and snow were howling, and a large and a small group were walking in a canyon.

Chen Ping's walking was difficult, and in order to keep walking in one go, it became more and more difficult to breathe.

Every time he took a breath, it was like countless knives pierced into the seven orifices, making Chen Pingan's face turn blue.

The girl in the pink skirt who was carrying a big bookcase asked: "Master, be careful that it may backfire. The book says that haste makes waste. Master has been walking for a long time today than usual."

Chen Ping just shook his head slightly and didn't speak, otherwise the accumulated breath would dissipate.

The little boy in Tsing Yi deliberately stayed behind and shouted, "Silly girl."

The girl in the pink skirt turned her head and saw him beckoning to her, and secretly stretched out her finger as a silent gesture.

She wanted to ignore it, but the boy in Tsing Yi stared fiercely, so frightened that she had to slow down quietly, and soon became the two of them walking side by side.

The boy in Tsing Yi looked gloomy and said nothing.

The girl in the pink skirt was silent for a moment, then said softly: "Why don't you admit your mistake to the master?"

The little boy in Tsing Yi was furious, he didn't forget to lower his voice, he jumped to his feet and said: "I'm mistaken, you stupid girl, the fire python's brain, let it be poured into a river."

The girl in the pink skirt was too frightened to say anything more.

After hesitating, the little boy in Tsing Yi asked: "Do you think the master will hold grudges against me?"

She shook her head, "Master won't."

He looked in disbelief, "Really"

"really"

The girl in the pink skirt swore at first, but soon secretly added two words, "Yes"

The little boy in Tsing Yi was so angry that he exuded restlessness. He wished to show his real body and smash the mountain walls on both sides of the valley, but in the end he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a stiff smile: "Then I kowtow to the master to admit my mistake." go"

The girl in the pink skirt looked bewildered, "What?"

Soon the little boy in Tsing Yi returned, sick.

The girl in the pink skirt asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

The boy in Tsing Yi suppressed his anger: "Don't worry about it"

In the end, he sat down on the ground and said with a sad face, "Master, he didn't even dare to open his mouth. I don't understand why. Are you saying you're annoying?"

The girl in the pink skirt looked at the back of the person who was walking slowly, and then turned back to look at the boy in green clothes who was sitting on the ground, she squatted down, "I roughly understand what the master thinks, if you want to hear it, if you don't want to, I won't say it. But if you want to listen, you must promise that you will not be angry after hearing it, let alone eat me."

The little boy in Tsing Yi said weakly: "Yes, I promise everything, just say what you say."

The girl in the pink skirt had a serious face, and secretly told the boy in Tsing Yi, "If your original intention was to let that boy know that the world is not easy, then you are right, maybe the master is willing to apologize to you. But if the original intention is just for fun, just say it casually." Words hurt people, even if what you do is good in the end, then the master will still feel that it is not right. These are my wild thoughts, and I can’t do it accurately. It may not be the master’s real thoughts. In fact, I think you are the best It's talking to the master himself."

The little boy in Tsing Yi was stunned for a while, and then murmured: "Of course I think it's fun. Whether the boy lives or dies in the future is none of my business."

The girl in the pink skirt had a helpless face, "Then I can't help you."

The little boy in Tsing Yi asked suddenly: "Then do you think I'm wrong?"

She hesitated.

He snorted coldly, "Tell the truth."

She changed the direction, and faced her master with a small bookcase, and she hid herself under the bookcase, as if she could speak with confidence, "I think, the master must be right, but you don't have to worry too much about it." You care about what the master thinks, but in fact the master doesn't care whether you care about his opinion, if you can think about it that way, things will be very simple."

The little boy in Tsing Yi nodded thoughtfully, "Continue."

The girl in the pink skirt whispered more and more: "Besides, we are all cultivating, and the realm is already much higher than the master. If you practice better and faster, maybe the master will feel that he is wrong one day. After all, the master I once told me personally that if there is something wrong with him, you should tell him directly, the master will not think his reasoning, he must always be right. This is what I like the most about the master.”

At the end, the girl in the pink skirt was radiant and full of joy.

The little boy in Tsing Yi rolled his eyes and said: "I told you a long time ago, cultivation depends on talent, not hard work."

"Here again. No wonder the master doesn't like you." The girl in the pink skirt stood up and accelerated her pace to catch up with Chen Pingan.

The little boy in Tsing Yi stretched out a hand, and quickly condensed a snowball, which he stuffed into his mouth and chewed hard.

He thought as he walked.

Since he wanted to punch that extremely boring young master to death with one punch, he made a mistake once and for all.

But at the same time, he wanted to pinch his nose and admit his mistake against his will, but he just couldn't open his mouth, and he didn't want to be bored with that muddy leg.

He couldn't help but look back.

The little boy in Tsing Yi misses his hometown.

Here, including himself alone, he doesn't have a single fellow.

In my hometown, there are big bowls of drinking and large pieces of meat, and there are full of friends and friends, happy and enmity.

There is no lingering right and wrong, no bullshit reasoning about the bad guy's appetite, and no master who makes him so unhappy.