He has not restricted other behaviors. This is barely in line with the old man's knowledge, which stresses on tracing everything back to its source.

In the future, I, Cui Chan, want you to see with your own eyes how the little girl named Li Baoping, the direct descendant of Qi Jingchun, died in front of you, and I want you to know what the battle of the great ways is and why she died!

The time has come!

Cui Zhang's arms that were holding against the mirror were already bloody, with bones visible, but he didn't care, "The sword energy is like a rainbow, isn't it? The waterfall is upside down, isn't it? Open it for me!"

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But just before Cui Chan thought he had succeeded, there was only such a slight difference. The straw-shoe boy, with his feet firmly rooted and standing firmly on the mouth of the well, finally finished gathering his strength. Although his soul was shaken, every part of his internal organs was in pain.

It penetrated into the bone marrow, so I could only tremble slightly: "Let's go."

The second waterfall cascades down.

Your uncle Chen Pingan, I was killed here by you.

This was the only thought that young Cui Chan had at that time.

Chen Pingan was teetering on the wellhead.

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before this.

Chen Pingan was sitting in the pavilion for the second time tonight. At that time, he and Li Baoping, who had woken up from a nightmare, were sitting opposite each other in the pavilion. A ray of breeze blew through the small pavilion for no reason.

The young man remembered something and felt a little sad. At the same time, he closed his eyes with Li Baoping and listened carefully to the sound of the iron horse wind chimes under the eaves.

The young man silently told himself at that time, "Mr. Qi, if the sound of the wind chimes under the eaves is an even number, just let it go and tolerate the one named Cui. But if it is an odd number, I will take action."

Ding dong, ding dong, ding ding dong.

After the seventh tone, there was no more sound.

So after the little girl in the red cotton jacket left the pavilion, the boy stood on the edge of the wellhead.

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Earlier, before the straw-shoe boy left the town.

That time, at Old Man Yang's reminder, Chen Ping'an left Yang's shop with his umbrella and went to pick up the umbrella man who came to visit Old Man Yang and the schoolteacher who gave him two square mountain watermarks.

One big and one little kid were walking down the street.

"A gentleman can be bullied. You can tell Senior Yang and others this."

"Whenever you are in doubt about something in the future, you can ask the spring breeze. Well, just keep this sentence in your mind. Maybe you will need it in the future. But I hope you won't need it."

After saying this, the scholar with frosty temples, who rarely looked as rigid and serious as when he taught knowledge in the school, blinked, looked at the young man, and smiled warmly.

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When the boy left the town with the little girl.

The last bit of soul of a certain Confucian scholar in green shirt returned to the human world after going to a certain cave in the outer sky. He walked side by side with the boy in straw sandals and the little girl in the red cotton-padded jacket for a certain distance, and then stopped.

Looking at the backs of the junior brother and his own disciple, he stopped seeing each other off.

When the scholar finally waved goodbye silently, with this gentle wave of sleeves, a spring breeze lingered around the young man, silently and lingering for a long time.

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In the well.

Together with the Lei Bu Si Seal Mirror, the young Cui Shan was slammed back to the bottom of the well. He huddled together and lay on the extremely dry bluestone floor, trying to hide under the mirror as much as possible.

Although he tried his best and made the last desperate struggle, Cui Chan was actually completely despairing in his heart.

The mirror shook violently, bringing a huge impact to the boy in white below, as well as the "water flow" of sword energy flowing through the mirror, causing a huge burning sensation to the boy's body, and he began to lose consciousness.

At the moment when I close my eyes.

The imprisonment that the old scholar had imprinted on young Cui Han's soul actually disappeared.

The young man in white was in high spirits, as if a person is extra energetic after a long drought. How could Cui Chan dare to have any spare energy? If he didn't work hard at this moment, he would wait for a while, "Haha, God help me! Old man, you will also show up."

This kind of mistake! Even if you are old, you will be self-defeating one day. It is really God who helps me, Cui Chun, and there is no perfect path for everyone!"

I saw big golden characters full of awe-inspiring righteousness. Cui Han, whose face was twisted with pain, was peeled off from his soul bit by bit. This kind of pain that makes people's thoughts have nowhere to hide is worse than being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.

It's terrifying.

But Cui Chan's mind became clearer and clearer. "The teachings of the saints are conveyed in writings." The young man in white used the gold characters that were temporarily ownerless to hit the sword energy waterfall.

The gold characters and sword energy collide with each other.

There is no momentum at all, but the more silent it is, the more horrifying and suffocating it is.

It is no longer the category of any struggle for strength and power, but just another form of struggle for the great road.

This waterfall.

After all, it's just a "tiny" sword energy.

And those golden characters were only temporarily borrowed.

The two were locked in a stalemate, and in the end it seemed like they were trying to create an evenly matched situation.

It's like two armies facing each other, with one losing and both armies being annihilated.

After Cui Chen sensed the opportunity, he didn't wait for death. He began to sit up carefully, then squatted down little by little, and finally he was bent over and stood up.

He moved to one side, the mirror instantly tilted, and poured all the last sword energy to the other side of the inner wall of the well mouth. The young man in white simply threw the ancient mirror away, touched the ground with both feet, and his whole body rose into the sky, and then his figure instantly

It disappeared, leaving only a gloomy voice filled with resentment that kept echoing in the ancient well: "Even if you have the third sword energy now, you are too late!"

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Chen Ping'an stood at the mouth of the well, setting up a sword furnace with both hands. After the last sword energy left, he was ready to face the enemy with boxing skills.

In the preface to the opening chapter of the Book of Shaking Mountains, the opening statement of the Book of Shaking Mountains is clearly stated: "Those who will learn my Shanshan Fist in the future, even if they face the enemy of the founders of the three religions, they must remember that our boxing techniques can be weak, and our ability to win can be lost, but only one body

Fist intention! Never retreat!"

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at the same time.

In the small courtyard of Yajing, the little girl in the red cotton jacket woke up again, not from a nightmare, but from being slapped with a locust wood sword.

The dazed Li Baoping suddenly widened his eyes. The wooden sword that had broken through the window quickly carved the character "Qi" in the air, and then flew towards the door with lightning speed.

He jumped out of bed, took off his boots, and ran barefoot. After opening the door, he followed Mu Jian to the house where his junior uncle lived. Because Chen Pingan hadn't come back yet, he didn't fasten the door, and it was knocked open by the flying sword earlier.

, Li Baoping rushed into it with Feijian at this time, and saw it pointing at the basket on its back.

Finally, under Fei Jian's pointing, Li Baoping took out a seal hidden by her junior uncle. After opening it, she found that it was the "quiet heart and contentment" seal that junior junior uncle Fang had only secretly seen once. Feijian

Then he "nods" vigorously and flies quickly outside the house.

The little girl grasped the Jingzi Seal that Mr. Fang gave to her junior uncle, followed the locust wood sword that had appeared inexplicably in the basket on her back, and flew all the way to the pavilion. She jumped out of the pavilion and ran to her junior uncle.

Over there at the mouth of the well.

In an instant, the seal in Li Baoping's hand broke free from her palm and quickly flew toward the wellhead, higher than her junior uncle's head, and then gave a dull snap.

Above the wellhead, someone was heartbroken: "Come again? Qi Jingchun, I will fuck you! The ghost is still here, are you finished yet?!"

I saw a young man in white clothes appearing inexplicably above the wellhead. He was hit hard by a seal on his forehead, and he flew backwards and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!