On the surface of Jiaolonggou, Chen Ping'an stared blankly at the blue-shirt sword cultivator who claimed to be the eldest brother.

The boy frowned, his lips trembled, and then lowered his head.

The strange-named Jian Cultivator said angrily: "You're going to cry? Why are you the same as Xiao Qi back then? No wonder he picked you. It doesn't work to reason and can't beat others. He will hide and cry every time, and tears fall down."

Jian Xiu suddenly said with a sharp look: "Rise your head!"

Chen Ping'an raised his head blankly.

The man asked, "Why do you have to change your mind when you are about to come, and don't choose to shoot a sword but punch? Answer loudly, be squeamish!"

Chen Ping'an subconsciously blurted out: "The swordsmanship is too bad, don't lose that person! The boxing technique is acceptable, it's not easy to do it!"

"Bah! You dare to say that your martial arts boxing intention is acceptable?"

The man looked angry and turned his head and spit hard. He did not have the elegant temperament of Qi Jingchun, nor the kindness of Aliang. He looked like this sword immortal named Zuo and the most rebellious disciple under Wen Sheng's sect in the past. He was not like a scholar at all. The hidden smile in the depths of the man's eyes became stronger and stronger, but his face turned cold. He raised his arm again and pointed his thumb behind him. "Don't talk about this Jiaolong ditch, just talk about the statue of the god on that island. I thought it blocked my way, so I slashed it with my sword. What do you think? Besides, this smelly ditch, I think those evil beasts were annoying, so I washed it with sword energy. What do you think?"

Chen Ping'an answered honestly, "It should be considered unreasonable."

But when I thought that this person was Mr. Qi’s senior brother, I quickly added a word, “Let’s it?”

The man sneered: "You are kind to you, what's considered? It's already!"

He pressed the palm of his hand against the hilt of the long sword at his waist and asked, "Why do you know that I am a scholar, I am more attentive to learn swords than to study?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head.

He only heard that Aliang and the young Cui Ying mentioned some of this person occasionally. The former did not say much, but only said that he was the one with the highest swordsman among the old scholars, while the latter gritted his teeth. One of them deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, and seemed to have an irreconcilable hatred against a fellow disciple of the past who was rebellious and former. In the end, the "left surname" was like a hidden dragon in the clouds, unattainable and unpredictable.

This sword cultivator, who was born in Confucian orthodox, waved his hand, "You are not your business here. Practice well in the future. Don't let Xiao Qi down. If you do something bad one day, maybe I will come to trouble you."

The man hovering in the Jiaolong Valley stretched out a finger to Chen Ping'an, "No matter how high your realm is, it's a matter of a sword."

For him, it is always natural for the senior brother to teach his junior brother a lesson.

Is the truth reasonable? He has never been too lazy to think too much, being a senior brother is the best truth.

At this moment, the sea of ​​clouds suddenly lowered, and a golden body figure as high as a hundred feet high appeared. It was a middle-aged Taoist with a fish tail crown on his head. "You are a disciple under the throne of the Venerable Man, and the sword cultivator left and right? I heard that many people recommend you as the best sword technique in the world? Even the Overlord Mountain and the Sword Qi Great Wall have many admirers."

Qingshan Jianxiu looked up and said, "You are a little dissatisfied when you listen to your tone?"

Gao Dadao Ren laughed heartily, "Which sword skills are you the most? I don't care at all, it just depends on you're not happy. How about it? Find a place and fight quickly?"

Jian Xiu smiled and said, "You stinky Taoist priest, nothing else can do, but you are better luck than me. If you have a Taoist second son to be a master, my husband will not be able to do it, and you can only play some verbal skills. But my husband is not as good as your master. He is one of the things that is worse than the Taoist second son. It is the old scholar who has a disciple like me, and even you, there are more than a dozen disciples of the Taoist second son..."

The man in blue clothes stretched out a finger, raised it high, and shook it gently, "No."

He still refused to give up and raised his head, "For example, if you bring out such a large Dharma image, what if? Isn't it in front of my sword... not enough to see it?"

Without waiting for the man to settle his words.

A huge wave of hundreds of feet was raised from the sea, and a powerful sword energy that was thicker than the entire Osmanthus Island soared into the sky in the form of a pillar of light, breaking the golden body instantly.

A small boat under Chen Ping'an's feet that was affected by the fish in the pond was undulating and shaking with the waves.

He turned his head and looked at the snow-white sword energy that was rushing to the bullfighting.

I used to think that the night sword of the Wei and Jin Dynasties breaking the wedding dress of the female ghost in Fengxue Temple was already the ultimate flying sword in the world.

Only at this moment did I realize that I was too ignorant.

A golden body was broken, but there was still a voice like a Hong Zhong Dalu falling from the air, "I don't want to take advantage of you. With that boy present, you and I can't let go, so why not go to the waters of Fengshen Island?"

At some point, the golden old dragon, who was filled with more than 300 Qi Mansions by sword energy, had no chance to support Qi Mansions without explosion.

It turned out that the Gao Dadao man, who was thousands of miles away, had some magical powers. Taking advantage of the moment when the golden body magic was destroyed by the sword energy, he poked a white finger from the void, and a little bit on the forehead of the old dragon in the golden robe. The latter was instantly tiring, and then his heart was ashes in literal meaning. From the inside out, most of his body turned into ashes, and the smoke disappeared, leaving only a golden robe floating on the sea, and some half-step immortal objects condensed by the Nascent Soul.

The sword cultivator was indifferent to this at all.

He just waved his hand and slapped the remains of the golden-robed old dragon into Chen Ping'an's boat. "This little bit of rag is ready. This trip to the upside down and the Great Wall of Sword Qi, please be blessed."

Chen Ping'an bent down and bowed.

Jian Xiu nodded, accepted it calmly, and then stopped saying a word. Yufeng went far southwest, and then said something to himself, and the lingering sound was lingering. I wonder if Jian Xiu was talking to him or Chen Ping'an.

"Immortality, freedom of mountains and seas, eating clouds and drinking dew, and not eating grains, are already alien."

Chen Ping'an sat back on the boat silently, threw the sword cultivator left and right to his feet, and put them into the Flying Sword Fifteen. They were a golden robe, two tangled golden dragon whiskers, and a bead the size of a fist. The luster was dim and slightly yellow, a bit similar to the saying that a person had a yellow bead.

Chen Ping'an looked around and gradually calmed down. Looking up, the wind was sunny.

Chen Ping'an took a break, picked up the bamboo pole carved with the real lock-cutting talisman, got up and rode the boat to chase the Osmanthus Island. He was a little embarrassed for a while. The ferry must not drive towards the upside down mountain and put himself on this vast sea. Chen Ping'an widened his eyes and looked into the distance.

If it were before, Chen Ping'an would have thought how could Osmanthus Island act like this?

But now, Chen Ping'an had no idea at all, and he had such thoughts.

I am distracted and unconsciously.

The sword cultivator who was traveling far away with the wind and was not restricted by the world suddenly stopped and looked back at a place where Chen Ping'an was destined to be unable to see him.

What the man saw was the boy Dali.

But what I thought in my heart was an old friend.

The man once said, I don’t want to find you as Chen Ping’an’s Taoist protector, and I know that you most likely won’t agree to it, senior brother. But in my life, I have only a few friends, and the whole world is the only one to find you.

I can only find you!

When the man thought of this bastard, he felt a little frustrated. He sat cross-legged, hovered over the sea, clenched his fists with both hands, and supported himself on his knees.

The sharp sword energy flowed more and more, and the sea water under his feet surging violently, but the fog could not get close to the sword cultivator.

Qi training people in the world envy the sword genius who are born with amazing qualifications, and are given the title of innate sword embryo. However, this man learned sword very late and was never a sword embryo. So when this person emerged in the Middle Earth Divine Realm, he did not force his strength, but crushed countless senior sword cultivators. For those so-called sword embryos, this person was particularly ruthless in his actions, ridiculed and spread throughout the world. I don’t know how many talented sword geniuses had them, and from then on, the sword heart was broken and the great way was cut off.

So much so that all young Middle Earth genius sword cultivators are inevitably confused after being praised as the innate sword embryo, and always feel that this sentence is a curse.

This sword cultivator is called "Left and Right".

No one in the world can surpass the "left and right" of swordsmanship.

Even though the man was stunned and in a daze, his eyes still shone brightly as usual.

He had previously stared at the clear eyes of the boy, which looked too much like the stinky junior brother he was familiar with when he was young. He relied on his intelligence in studying and was doting himself by his husband. When talking about a series of sage principles, he was linked together and impeccable. He even insisted that after admitting that he lost the debate, he would add a sentence, "I think you are not really admitting your defeat, this is wrong." It's really annoying.

The most annoying to his husband in his life is how powerful he is in his fight. The other is Xiao Qi, who reads books very quickly, his sound of flipping books, and his voice of reasoning.

He only likes the grand occasion of Mr. participating in the debate between the three religions twice, the aura of the Master's independence and scholars as he was at the peak of his life.

I like Qi Jingchun every time I travel to famous mountains and rivers with him, he will climb high and write poems after drinking, which makes people feel that no matter how high the mountain is, it is not as high as this person's knowledge!

But even today, the old scholar has no way out and scattered into the world. Xiao Qi is no longer alive, and Aliang has left Haoran. Men still always think that whether it is a gentleman, Xiao Qi, or even the seemingly free Aliang, they are too tired to live.

Not as good as yourself.

Because he was never too lazy to reason with others.

If you can't beat others, it doesn't work to reason. If you can beat others, it seems unnecessary to reason.

Just have a sword.

The man sighed, stood up, and continued to go to the Fengshen Island in the southwest waters.

Some words he felt were pretentious and he was too lazy to say.

Junior brother, you must take a few more glances at this world for Xiao Qi.

In the future, if you have the opportunity, you will go elsewhere and see them all. Xiao Qi has never walked out of Haoran in his life. He is the one who most longs for the distance among his many disciples. In the end, he is the one who stays in the study and school the most.

Xiao Qi cried several times in his life, and I knew it clearly. Because I was beaten to tears by myself at the age of a young man, there was no way. I could not reason with him, and he could not beat me in a fight.

Boy, can you imagine your Mr. Qi, crying like a bitter and crying person?

The man laughed and pushed his sword out of the sheath. Dozens of sea islands near his feet, no matter how big or small, were all two.

The world is quite boring.

Only by fighting can you lift your left and right a little bit.

———

Between a small boat that was rushing to the road and the slowly moving forward, an old man who was actually seriously injured was waiting for Chen Ping'an at the sea.

Chen Ping'an grinned. He was the powerful old man Zhouzi.

The two of them took a boat together and swam across the sea. They soon caught up with Guihua Island and stopped the boat to dock. Mrs. Gui stood alone at the ferry with apologetic expression and said to Chen Ping'an: "I will report to the Fan Clan Ancestral Hall clearly today. I will never forget Mr. Chen's grace to save his life!"

Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "Just save yourself."

Mrs. Gui was speechless and sighed, walking alongside the old and the young to the top of Guihua Island.

Lao Zhouzi needed to rest, so he said goodbye to Chen Ping'an and went to his residence. Chen Ping'an and Mrs. Gui walked to the Guimai courtyard together. Mrs. Gui hesitated for a moment and explained: "Ma Zhi led the way in the battle to protect Guihua Island before, so he was injured. He may not be able to test the sword with you in the near future. Let me send a message, hoping that Mr. Chen would forgive me."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Of course, Senior Ma is the most important thing to recover from his injuries."

Mrs. Gui was a little helpless, "The situation in Guihua Island is a bit subtle now. I really don't worry about outsiders entering this yard, even Jinsu is not suitable. If Mr. Chen doesn't dislike it, I will be responsible for the diet and daily life of Guimai courtyard."

Chen Ping'an quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, just send three meals a day like before. If it weren't for the lack of a kitchen, I could actually cook and cook by myself."

Mrs. Gui smiled and said goodbye, "Many affairs need to be resolved. Mr. Chen, please rest well. Just ask me if you have any questions. Near the yard, there will be a little girl named Guihua waiting for the young master."

Chen Ping'an sat alone on the stone bench in the yard and began to close his eyes and rest.

Soon someone knocked on the door, and a little girl from Guihua said softly outside the door: "Mr. Chen, there are two guests from Aiaizhou. When they meet or not, Mrs. Gui said before that she only looks at the meaning of the young master."

Chen Ping'an got up and went to open the door. In addition to the girl from Osmanthus Island, there was also a young man in green with a smile on his face and a white-haired old woman with a solemn expression.

The young man said straight to the point: "My benefactor, my name is Liu Youzhou. I come from Aiaizhou in the north. I won't go into the yard to disturb you from practicing cultivation. I just came here to thank you in person."
To be continued...