The old scholar tilted his toes and flew through the eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers in one step, landing on the place where Chen Ping'an handed the sword before, and began to walk, lifted his arm, bent his fingers, and seemed to be knocking casually, as if knocking on the door, but he didn't get any response. The old scholar put away his hand and said helplessly: "No, this kind of behavior is nothing more than setting up a tent at someone else's house, I'll just wait."

The old scholar began to wait patiently for the sword spirit to appear. After a long wait, the old man stood there and thought about a difficult problem, but he did not seem anxious.

A slight ripples appeared in the air, and the tall woman grabbed Chen Ping'an's shoulder with one hand and took a step out of the misty void.

The old scholar came to his senses and said the first thing he said was, "I admit defeat and won't fight anymore. Anyway, it doesn't matter if the other two swords cannot be used, right?"

The sword spirit smiled and said, "Then what about your two provocations, how do you calculate?"

The old man laughed and said, "It's not three."

She raised her eyes and looked towards Suishan, "Is it the new Suishan God? How long has it been the position of this god?"

The old scholar replied: "Six thousand years have passed, and more than three thousand years ago, you finished singing and I came on stage. It was a mess and lost all the majesty. The Eastern Mountain of Suishan has three masters. At the most chaotic time, a force that was once regarded as a lineage of the demon sect, directly occupying the magpie's nest. It was truly a chaotic situation where etiquette collapsed. The current Suishan master was able to sit firmly for six thousand years. Although it was lucky, it was still more relied on his personal terrifying combat power. His fists were hard enough, and he was barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. Who wouldn't be afraid of it?"

Jian Ling sneered and said, "Ritual and music are broken down? Is it because your three religions are uneven in the division of spoils? Or is there a confrontation between good and evil in Haoran? How could that ritual saint stand by and watch with his temper?"

The old scholar sighed and said, "It's hard to say anything, it's better not to mention it."

After the tall woman put her hands on her face, she looked even more contempt, "The overall situation has been decided, so there will be internal strife. Haha, it's a great battle, a hundred schools of thought contend, and the lively is lively, what's the result? The world has really become better?"

The old scholar glanced at the sword spirit in white clothes and said directly with great courage: "The Confucian Taoism is naturally not clear and clear. It is not all benevolent and gentlemen, but my Confucian sages have put in countless hard work for this, and it is not too much to say that it is hard work. Therefore, it is always the original source of the truth, and you must not veto it in one word."

Jian Ling was fun and said: "Is this the third time?"

The old scholar who was quite old and unreasonable at this moment did not give in at all and said calmly: "If you think it is wrong in this matter, I can tell you the principle of a hundred and a thousand years. It doesn't matter if you use a sword to tell your principle."

She looked at the thin old man who was not tall and thin, "You really dispersed your luck in the saints, but only your soul left, and regard this world of the world as a parasitic place?"

The old scholar was silent for a moment, "Yes."

She put away the murderous intention that had arbitrarily, with complicated eyes, "For so many years, only you two have done it, but I'm very curious. Do you admire that guy's choice? Or do you have to do it? The former may be very small, and it involves your great way. I guess the old man in the Confucian Taoist dynasty will never make you successful even if this is not a beautiful man."

The old scholar said calmly: "It is natural to learn from the good and learn from the good."

She thought for a moment, turned her head to look at Chen Ping'an, and smiled and said, "Not only has the original intention been achieved, but it is far beyond expectations. For the sake of your choice, of course, the most important thing is to be the owner of my family. The remaining two swords will be left first? If I suddenly dislike you one day in the future, the new and old accounts will be settled together."

The old scholar who had been tense in his face suddenly broke his skills, slapped his thighs and said with a smile: "I am fine, I am good. People are happy on New Year's Eve, and they are left with some food in the bowl. They deliberately left it for next year. It is a good omen and a good meaning."

No matter how you look at the old man, he looks happy after a disaster.

The sword spirit was not concerned about this and said coldly: "Open the door."

The old man shook his sleeves and took the lead in stroking, saying loudly: "Look out with a smile to the sky."

Chen Ping'an remembered something and asked in a low voice: "Is that sword that I was so bad at that time? The mountain seemed to move. The old senior said that his talent in sword practice was good or bad, so he could only see how many words he could receive. Although I was unwilling to accept them, they were not willing to approach me. Does this mean that my talent in sword practice is as ordinary as practicing boxing?"

Chen Ping'an became sadder the more he said, "The old senior said that if I was dragging my back, even if I had the tenth level of cultivation at that time, the sword would only have the effect of seven or eight levels."

You can speak boldly, but the difficult things in the world are the difficulty lies in the need to be taken step by step.

Chen Ping'an, the mud legs in Nibo Lane, really understands this truth.

Jian Ling reached out and pinched the boy's cheek, and said with a smile: "You will know from now on."

Chen Ping'an blushed and wanted to speak but stopped.

She had already had a good understanding of the boy. She took the boy's hand and slowly walked towards the door of the mountains and rivers. She said softly: "Master, I know. In the future, I will definitely not be so arrogant in front of a girl, so that she will not be wronged and treat you as a lie who is dissatisfied."

The boy smiled brightly, which was both relaxed and happy to be friends with her.

The tall woman suddenly turned her head and felt a little resentful, "But aren't you afraid that the fairy sister will feel wronged?"

The boy thought about it and said seriously: "I will say sorry to you, but I think some things should be like that."

Her face was filled with sorrow, and she looked a little bit crying.

Although Chen Ping'an was a little helpless, his eyes were firm and he pursed his lips tightly, and he was unwilling to change his original intention.

Jian Ling suddenly smiled happily, stretched out his thumb at the young man, and praised: "Handsome!"

Chen Ping'an asked timidly: "Are you really angry?"

She held the boy's hand, stopped, stood at the gate, and suddenly bent down and hugged the boy. Her face was filled with a warm smile, like a guy who liked to sleep in the most, hiding in the warm quilt in the winter, sleeping soundly. The feeling of happiness was really unspeakable. She didn't care what Chen Ping'an felt and said happily: "Ahhhh, my little Ping'an is so cute!"

The boy was instantly struck by lightning, motionless, his mind blank and he thought nothing.

Fairy Sister.

The god is just the first feeling, but in fact, the sister is what Chen Ping'an feels in his heart.

She finally let go of Chen Ping'an, stood up straight and turned to look at the old guy who had never returned to the landscape painter, turned his back to the two of them, coughed and said, "Don't look at it inappropriately, don't worry, I saw nothing and heard nothing. I just forgot something before and had to turn around to retrieve it."

Only tall women in a good mood are too lazy to care about these things.

Etiquette, morality, cause and effect?

These extremely wide, extremely high, and extremely far things never tied her up.

On the great way, there were people who had nothing else to do, but could only walk straight with a sword.

If anything is blocked, you can lead the way with one sword.

Anything wrongful things can be settled with one sword.

After ten thousand years of silence, she finally found another person.

The two people are so different.

But she was not disappointed.

If at the beginning, he chose to believe in front-line opportunities because he believed in Qi Jingchun and bet on a "if" with a very small possibility, then now even if Qi Jingchun comes back to life and says he is wrong, you shouldn't choose that young man, and she won't listen to it if he tells the truth.

She let go of her hand and signaled Chen Ping'an to go first.

The boy took the lead in walking out of the door.

The sword spirit looked at the young man's weak shoulders and followed closely behind.

Everyone has a state of mind. Qi training is called Danshi, and secular people call it the Heart.

Xinhu is just one of them.

At that time, she stood above the boy's heart lake and looked around. It was white and clean.

Then she saw a scene that was finally not so monotonous, and found the "reality of the mind mirror" that the boy herself had never realized.

It was a lonely child of four or five years old, curled up and sat on the ground, holding his knees with his hands, alone, with a pair of straw sandals at his feet, often sitting in a daze.

Next to this child is a small grave without a tombstone.

Near the small grave, there are two "small mounds" that are smaller than the small grave, and the situation is like a mountain.

Whenever the child has enough rest, he will put on his straw sandals and run to a faraway place to move a hill back to the grave. It is very difficult and he can only move a short distance at a time.

When I ran to move the mountain, the child had a small seal hanging around his waist and wore the small hat.

The small seal will sway along with the child's footsteps.

Strangely, the mirror of the heart of the ancestral home in Nibo Lane is not like it.

Perhaps deep down in the child's heart, after his parents passed away, the family would be gone, so he always insisted on guarding the small grave.

The child's face was stubborn, he frowned and pursed his lips.

But occasionally, this child will smile, which should be something truly worth being happy about. For example, he quietly told Xiao Gung Head that his lips moved slightly and his voice was not heard from his mood, but the sword spirit, who had a sympathy with him, naturally knew the content of the silent words.

"Mom, I met a fairy sister. When she smiled, she looked like you."

Apart from moving mountains and "going home", children will hardly leave near the grave. From time to time, they will feel like they are holding hands and walking a distance south, like holding a little girl's hand. However, every time they walk a distance, the children will still quietly look at the other side of the grave, looking reluctant.

But there is only one situation where a child will run away far and far away, keep raising his little head high and looking at the sky with concentration, as if chasing someone who is far away from him in the air.

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Inside the landscape painting scroll, the old scholar looked solemn.

"The best is better than the best than the best, and there may not be no such opportunity."

The old man nodded and said, "Great kindness."

The old man was silent for a long time and found that the whole world began to tremble slightly. He said helplessly: "If you are so patient with that boy, you can't be a little patient with us? Oh, by the way, you can still laugh now. If the rumors passed down by the ancient sword immortal are true, you are now like this, if those big guys who were cut to death by you saw it with your own eyes, wouldn't you be able to stare out your eyes?"
Chapter completed!