So Chen Pingan said categorically: "In three days at most, I will leave here, and then go to Beiju Luzhou, which is most like the Great Wall of Sword Qi, to practice boxing and swordsmanship, and strive to reach the seventh level of martial arts as soon as possible, and be qualified to participate here

war, and then I’ll come back to you!”

Ning Yao Muran knew that this was the right thing to do, but she just didn't want to speak or nod her head.

On the contrary, she will complain about the guy next to her, why he can make up his mind so quickly.

Chen Pingan wanted to drink, but Ning Yao's hand held the sword gourd tightly, and it seemed that he deliberately changed his hand to keep him further away from Chen Pingan.

Ning Yao suddenly said: "Historically, the demon clan's attack on the Great Wall of Sword Qi lasted for twenty or thirty years. Is it enough to give you ten years to reach the seventh level?"

Ning Yao frowned, "It's only ten years, no more!"

Chen Pingan moved his buttocks, sat facing her, and said with a smile: "Okay. But you must wait for me."

Ning Yao turned sideways, sat opposite him, handed the sword-raising gourd back to him, then nodded and said: "Okay."

Chen Pingan took the jug, raised his head and took a sip of wine.

Ning Yao whispered: "I have many problems."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I like you."

Ning Yao's eyes were red.

Chen Pingan stretched out a hand, trembling slightly, and gently touched Ning Yao's cheek.

Ning Yao blushed a little, but did not refuse. She just closed her eyes and did not dare to look at him.

Just when the world was so lonely and it seemed like only the two of them were left, there was an untimely coughing sound.

Chen Pingan quickly retracted his hand and drank to cover up his embarrassment. Ning Yao turned around and looked, with murderous intent on his long and narrow eyebrows. The uninvited guest was none other than the old swordsman Grandpa Chen, standing not far from the two of them.

, standing with hands behind his hands, with a smile on his face, "I suddenly remembered something, and I'm afraid I'll forget it when I look back. I need to tell Chen Pingan quickly."

"That's all you say."

After Ning Yao took the wine bottle, he sat facing the city with his back to the old swordsman.

Chen Ping'an jumped off the city wall and asked, "Grandpa Chen, what's going on?"

The old man smiled and said: "The paintings of the old blind man in the south are beautiful, the chicken soup of the old bald donkey in the west is delicious, and the calligraphy of the scholar in the middle earth is handsome. I think these people are very interesting. But the most interesting ones are these old guys.

, one is more likely to die than the other."

Ning Yao couldn't help but turned around and said: "Grandpa Chen, according to what you said before, isn't there another Taoist with a bad nose in the East China Sea?"

The old swordsman nodded and said, "I just thought of this guy and wanted to tell Chen Pingan."

Ning Yao was puzzled.

The old swordsman pointed at Chen Ping'an, "It doesn't mean much whether you repair your Immortal Bridge or not. It's better to find another way, so you have to find this Taoist, but it is very likely that you will be turned away, but I

I feel that since you can make it this far, you might be an exception."

Chen Pingan's heartstrings trembled and he asked: "Grandpa Chen, how should we find this expert? Should we go to the East China Sea? It seems that our Aquarius Continent is on the East China Sea."

The old swordsman shook his head and said: "We are going to Tongyezhou in the southeast to find a Taoist temple."

Chen Pingan was stunned on the spot, hesitating a little. This was not in line with his original intention, but since the old swordsman said so, there must be a deep meaning, but Chen Pingan was still worried about the ten-year appointment and his ranking as the fourth

The difficulty of the situation makes Chen Ping'an dare not be optimistic about the next five, six, or seven times when he will break through the situation.

The old swordsman said: "The locust wood of your sword box has a great origin. Why don't you lend it to me for ten years? I can exchange it with you for a sword, and then I can exchange it back to you after ten years. Then this sword will be with you."

After arriving at Tongye Island, I will help you point out the general direction to find the old Taoist from the East China Sea. As for whether they are willing to help you after you find him by luck, it depends on your own destiny, Chen Ping'an."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Okay!"

Chen Ping'an took off the sword case and took out the locust wood sword to slay the demon. Ning Yao asked, "Can you leave the wooden sword to me? I can also exchange a sword with you."

Chen Pingan scratched his head and said: "The Sophora Sword was given to me by Mr. Qi and cannot be transferred to you, but it's okay for you to keep it with me. Also, you don't have to give me the sword. The Great Wall of Sword Qi is so short of swords that I will use them for the time being."

Not available."

Ning Yao waved, and Chen Pingan gently threw the locust sword to her, and then handed the sword box to the old swordsman.

The talisman originally placed in the sword box had been put into Feijian Fifteen by Chen Ping'an long before entering the Hanging Mountain. Otherwise, the withered female ghost would have been wiped out in the Great Sword Qi Wall.

The moment the old man's finger touched the locust wood sword box, it disappeared into thin air.

Finally, the old swordsman put one hand behind his back, put his fingers together in front of his body, and wiped it quickly.

Between the old man and Chen Ping'an, the true appearance of a sheathed sword was revealed.

The old swordsman's eyes signaled Chen Ping'an to catch the sword.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hands and the sword fell. Chen Pingan thought he could catch the sword easily, but he stumbled and almost fell to his death.

The old swordsman looked indifferent, "The sword is named Changqi. The scabbard and the body weigh only seven kilograms, but the sword's Qi weighs eighty kilograms. The person who carries the sword can temper his soul day and night."

Chen Ping'an lost his sword case and could not carry the "long energy" for the time being, so he had to stand with the sword in hand.

The old swordsman looked at Chen Ping'an, nodded and said: "Finally, he looks like a swordsman."

Ning Yao suddenly turned his head and looked south.

The old man smiled and said, "Now you know why I bothered you two."

Ning Yao's eyes were sharp, and his sword rose into the air in an instant.

The old man turned to Chen Ping'an and said, "Hurry up and say goodbye to Ning Yatou. I'll take you back to Daoxuan Mountain."

Chen Ping'an stood with his sword in hand, raised his head, and looked at Ning Yao, but for a while he couldn't say a word.

Ning Yao also looked down, and she quickly threw the sword gourd to Chen Pingan.

The old man smiled and said: "The love between children is not inferior to that of swordsmanship. So let's do it. If you are full of love, let's talk about it next time we meet."

The old man flicked his fingers, and Chen Pingan, who had just caught the sword gourd, fell backwards.

The next moment, when Chen Pingan stood still, he found that he was no longer at the top of the city, but in the square at the foot of the solitary peak of Hanging Mountain.

There is only the sun hanging high here, not the vision of three months hanging in the sky under the sky.

The man holding the sword sitting on the hitching post looked at the dull young man holding the sword and carrying the gourd.

Just parting.

But Chen Ping'an even forgot that he had wine to drown his sorrows.

On the southern wall of the Sword Qi Great Wall, a little girl with braids sat on the edge, swaying her feet, and said to herself: "I want to become a tree. When I am happy, it blooms in autumn. When I am sad, it blooms in spring.

Fallen leaves.”

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(The little poem at the end of yesterday's chapter comes from Bai Helin's "Loneliness". The little poem at the end of today seems to have been written by a child. I just adapted it slightly. I like both poems very much and fell in love at first sight.
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