After Chen Pingan drank wine, he stopped raising his sword gourd and got up to practice setting up the sword furnace.

The moonlight was in my arms and bright on my shoulders, and I had a peaceful night.

After the sky got slightly brighter, Chen Pingan suddenly opened his eyes and found that he had been standing motionless for half the night.

Chen Ping'an was a little scared. If he accidentally fell off the city wall, Lord Yin Guan would be unscathed, but he would definitely be a puddle of flesh at the base of the wall below.

Chen Ping'an did a few stretches to stretch his muscles, jumped off the city wall, went back to the thatched hut and ate the breakfast prepared by Ning Yao last night, and then continued the boring walk along the city wall to the right.

Then along the way, Chen Ping'an met a fat young man with a mean smile on his face but a murderous spirit. Following the old rules, he jumped off the top of the city and walked around, then returned to the top of the city, and saw a handsome and slightly handsome man standing on the top of the city.

A young boy with a feminine appearance, then a dark boy with scars on his face, and finally the one-armed girl carrying a giant sword. But today there are several more young women around her, as if the broad city is used as an outing place, a picture

The brocade silk and satin are covered with exquisite snacks and snacks.

When Chen Ping'an jumped back to the horse trail from the top of the city again, they all looked at him one by one.

When they passed by them at a distance, they were still pointing at Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping'an's scalp was numb.

In fact, he knew very well that these guys before and after him must be the friends Ning Yao described before, and they were all life and death companions who fought side by side.

This is the second time Chen Pingan complained about the straw sandals on his feet.

The first time was in the capital city of the Sui Dynasty. I was afraid of embarrassing Li Baoping, Li Huai and the others, so I went to buy brand new boots. But because I didn't go to the Cliff Academy in Dongshan, I left the capital city with the young Cui Chan, and after wearing them for a while, I took them off.

I came down and put on my favorite straw sandals.

Chen Ping'an hopes that he can tidy up better. Even if he is not Cao Ci, Cui Chan's fairy-like outfit that complements the person and clothes must be clean and tidy, just like Lin Shouyi's. It is best to have a bit of bookishness, even if it is

It's all good for the time being. Just put a jade hairpin in your bun, and you don't need to return the sword gourd on your waist, nor the sword box...

Chen Pingan continued to move forward, lamenting in his heart and feeling a little regretful.

Just walking, Chen Pingan smiled to himself, raised his feet, and looked down at the straw sandals on his feet, "Old man, it's not that I dislike you. I'm very grateful for your hard work and hard work. Look at that.

I have kept all the pairs of companions who died on the journey. I have not thrown away any pair. They are all in the belly of Fifteen to support them until they grow old. Well, the book says this is called retiring until old age. Haha, I want to keep them in my arms.

Yi Nongsun is just making things difficult for me..."

Chen Ping'an, who was talking to himself, didn't realize that those guys who came to join in the fun to see who he was, "dropped" one by one like dumplings in a panic. It turned out that Ning Yao was flying over the city from above.

When the sword came, the fat boy, Dong Heitan and the handsome boy fled one after another. The women suppressed their laughter, packed up their packages indiscriminately, and left the city with their swords.

Chen Pingan turned his head and saw Ning Yao approaching with his sword, suddenly hovering in the sky outside the city, and then slowly flying over, matching Chen Pingan's walking speed.

Ning Yao said helplessly: "Don't worry about them."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.

Ning Yao Yujian drew a beautiful arc in the air and said, "I still have something to do, so I'll see you tomorrow."

During this round trip, Chen Pingan returned to the vicinity of the two thatched huts late at night. This time, for some reason, the old swordsman stood on top of the northern city, as if looking at the city without walls. Chen Pingan quickly ran over and shouted.

Grandpa Chen. The old man looked away, nodded, and then pointed to the north, "Just such a small number of people may not be as big as a city in the world. They have blocked the demon clan for so many years. I feel strange to myself."

Chen Pingan didn't know how to answer, so he didn't speak.

The old swordsman turned to look at Chen Pingan with a smile, "Chen Pingan, we get along pretty well, right?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

The old man smiled and asked: "But what if I say that I get along better with Cao Ci and have higher expectations for him?"

Chen Pingan still didn't know how to answer.

The old man was not in a hurry for an answer, he was just looking at Chen Pingan's eyes, and even more so, Chen Pingan's state of mind.

The old man was a little sad.

This time, the "Big Sword Immortal" in A Liang's mouth even used the magical power of swordsmanship to directly point to the heart and soul.

I see.

A good Taoist embryo, if things go smoothly and with good luck, it is probably not difficult to cultivate an earthly immortal in the vast world over the Hanging Mountain. Unfortunately, it was smashed to pieces early, like porcelain.

Film. Before the Changsheng Bridge was interrupted, it suffered a greater disaster early on.

state of mind, mind mirror.

The mirror fragments ranged from large to small, and the old man saw the largest ones, which carried different images.

Therefore, if Chen Ping'an's state of mind fell into the eyes of a Confucian saint with advanced cultivation, there might be more, and of course it would appear more bizarre at the same time.

Then the old swordsman discovered more clues.

To put it harshly, this is a process similar to cultivating worms. It is not just that the weak bow their heads to worship the strong, but that they are completely gone.

The young man must have been trying his best to put the broken pieces of porcelain together for so many years without even realizing it.

To put it nicely, it is a bit sublime. This is the movement of heaven, self-improvement, the stronger, the stronger, and finally one or two fragments become more and more dazzling, like the sun and moon hanging in the sky, and the stars dimming.

The battle of the state of mind has little to do with the level of cultivation, so it is extremely dangerous. Qi practitioners have many sayings and secret methods, such as asking oneself, asking the heart, being a gentleman, and breaking the demonic barriers in the heart.

Therefore, there will be side ways and evil ways, using many inferior and inferior visualization methods and taking shortcuts. In the eyes of the Zongzitou Immortals, it is not the right way. In short, the knowledge is very large and complex, like a mountain range.

Ups and downs, each mountain peak will have highs and lows.

Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are three independent branches. This is what is called establishing a religion and claiming ancestors.

The military strategist is like a broken mountain range, only a small distance away from success.

Mohism, once one of the four major schools of thought, was somewhat similar.

Just like a big river, no matter how long or wide it is, it will never reach the sea. It is only one step away from becoming a great river.

Chen Pingan never gave an answer.

The old swordsman has already got the answer.

The old man smiled and said: "When you were talking about truth with Ning Yao, I accidentally listened to it. Do you want to hear me talk about the opinions of people who have experienced it?"

Chen Pingan nodded decisively.

The old man smiled and said: "I can tell you a trick. You can be reasonable and live a good life at the same time. You will definitely not suffocate yourself to death one day."

Chen Ping'an's eyes were bright, "Old senior, please tell me!"

The old man chuckled and said, "Listen up, that's how you live. You should tell yourself this..."

The old man paused briefly, and then continued: "I am so-and-so... Well, for example, if I say 'I am Chen Qingdu', you have to say 'I am Chen Ping'an'."

Having said this, the old man laughed to himself.

Chen Ping'an also started laughing.

Finally, the old man put his hands behind his back, with a stooped figure and calm eyes, looking at the quiet and peaceful city, "I have been reasonable enough in my life to be reasonable everywhere and in everything. I have a clear conscience, but in the end you are still like this.

Sorry, I won’t be reasonable with you this time.”

Chen Ping'an just listened quietly to the old man's words.

The old man squinted his eyes, "Of course it can't happen too many times. Once or twice in a hundred years, it's definitely no problem. For example, like this."

The old man slowly stretched out his hand towards the north. It was just a casual lifting movement, but the huge night curtain above the Sword Qi Great Wall was like a black cloth being torn apart, and there was a bright light for a moment. In the end, there was only an extremely slender but thin line.

An extremely bright light fell from the sky and hit somewhere in the city. Then on the ground, countless golden rays of light exploded and exploded. It was like a sword immortal in the upper five realms whose golden body collapsed at this moment.

Chen Pingan opened his mouth wide.

The old man chuckled and said, "Drink some wine to calm down."

Chen Pingan stupidly took off the wine gourd and handed it to the old swordsman.

The old man Chen Qingdu, whose original intention was to make fun of the young man next to him, did not reach out to take the sword-raising gourd. He turned around, shook his head and walked forward slowly. He lightly jumped off the city wall and said to himself: "Silly girl found a stupid boy.
Chapter completed!