Fan Dache was covered in fine scars today, drinking wine at the wine shop, dazed and dazed.

Chen Sanqiu was not much better and was injured a lot.

The five people agreed to work together to surround the sword immortal Nalan in the mustard-seeding small world of the Ningfu martial arts performance venue.

As a result, except for Chen Ping'an, Chen Sanqiu, Yan Zhuo, Dong Huafu, and Fan Dache, who was the most dragging, none of them had a good ending, and they were only injured but fewer.

Fatty Yan went home to continue practicing swords, but Dong Heitan didn't know where to go, and then ate and drank, bought this and that, anyway, all the accounts were on Chen Sanqiu and Yan Zhuo.

Fan Dache said: "Sanqiu, I suddenly felt a little afraid of becoming a Jindan sword cultivator. Once I became a Jindan, there would be no sword master entourage."

Chen Sanqiu smiled and said, "Then I am better than you, reincarnation, with a bigger surname, and there are rich people in the family. Even if it becomes a golden elixir, there is still a family sword master who helps protect the formation. I'm so happy, I'll drink one first."

As expected, Chen Sanqiu raised the bowl and took a sip of wine.

Chen Sanqiu has now discovered that with a friend like Fan Dache who is as careful as he speaks more directly and does not have to take care of the other person's mood too deliberately.

Fan Dache smiled and said, "Chen Ping'an promised to fight next battle, and I will follow you to leave the city. Then Chen Ping'an is my swordsman."

After so many times of martial arts and sword training, even if Fan Dache is stupid, he can see some of Chen Ping'an's intentions. In addition to helping Fan Dache improve his realm, he also wants everyone to cooperate skillfully, so that everyone can survive in the next battle, and at the same time, kill more demons as much as possible.

Chen Sanqiu raised the wine bowl and bumped it, "Then you Fan Dache is amazing. With this treatment, you can make Chen Ping'an a escort."

Fan Dache poured another bowl of wine and wiped his mouth, "When I think about it, I am willing to be a Jindan sword cultivator again."

Fan Dache lowered his voice and said, "Chen Ping'an is now a fifth-level cultivator, and he happened to be in the realm of our sword energy Great Wall. Why didn't he come to the wine shop and yell?"

Chen Sanqiu smiled and said, "I guess I'm embarrassed to promote it, after all, it's not yet a cave."

Fan Dache shook his head and said, "What's wrong with him?"

We were drinking here together before, and Chen Ping'an stood up and toasted all the guests. He spoke earnestly, "Sword Immortals, why haven't you broken through the realm yet? Don't be polite to me. What's the polite thing about this? Drink the cheapest wine in our Sword Qi Great Wall, eat the best Yangchun noodles, and don't charge money to pickle, but I've been slow to break through the realm. This is just squatting in the pit and not pooping. Are you worthy of the wine in my shop? Are you worthy of the couplets and horizontal banners of the wine shop? If you don't be more determined, you will have to pay extra money when you come here to drink here in the future!

At that time, all the drinkers were confused and always felt something was wrong, but they seemed to be serious until the end. For example, if you think about the sentence "I don't shit if you don't poop, you will suffer a loss."

In fact, these are all good. The most swearing thing is to bet on Dong Huafu's voluntary money. Almost no one of the big and big gamblers won the money. At first, everyone was quite happy. Anyway, the second shopkeeper and the little fat man in the Yan family lost a lot of money. Later, Pang Yuanji, the only one who won money on the spot, came to the wine shop to smile and drink, so some people began to gradually come back to the taste. In addition, the old thief of the Yuanying who was in the bank was the bastard who had written a poem for no reason.

Oh my god, so familiar!

So today Chen Ping'an did not follow Chen Sanqiu and Fan Dache to the shop to drink, but went to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

On the way there, Chen Ping'an, who earned several Guyu money after dividing the bill, planned to replace the person who was the banker next time. For example, Tao Wen, the sword fairy, looked more honest.

On the other side of the city, Chen Ping'an did not directly drive the fu boat and landed beside his senior brother, but walked more than a hundred miles.

During this period, I met a group of children from the lower five realms, sword cultivators, who followed a Nascent Soul Sword to practice swords.

There is no taboo to watch this kind of sword practice.

Chen Ping'an sat on the top of the city and looked from afar. There were seven or eight little kids lying there and arguing, just in time, several Lin Junbi could beat a second shopkeeper.

Children who can climb to the city wall to play are actually not simple. They are either rich or noble, or are born with the qualifications to practice swords.

Children from places like Yan'an Lane and Lingxi Lane would not come here. First of all, the city is too far away from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and ordinary children in the city have poor feet. Moreover, above the city, children with heavy sword intent, strong sword energy, and weak body cannot withstand this torment. This is life. Some people are like fish in water since childhood, while some people grow up, the more they become hotter they become.

A child saw Chen Ping'an sitting next to him and shouted: "Second shopkeeper, tell me, can you hit five Lin Junbi with one hand? If you nod, you will be my friend of fortune in the future!"

Chen Ping'an did not turn his head, but just waved his hand and signaled to get out.

The kid whose name doesn't mean a little, didn't want to give up and continued to ask, "Where are three? Is three okay?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I haven't beaten, I don't know."

Yuan Zaohua shouted: "Then I'll go and give you a letter of war? Just say that the second shopkeeper plans to fight Lin Junbi with one hand, Yan Lu and Jiang Guancheng alone!"

Chen Ping'an stood up and came to the child with his hands on his hips. He was stunned for a moment. He turned out to be a tomboy. He pressed her head, twisted it gently, and kicked her on the butt, "Go on the side. Do you know how to write, and you also wrote a war letter."

After Yuan Zaoyao stood firm, he said angrily: "I know a lot more literacy! I'm much more knowledgeable than you!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Can you write the words "bragging and not making drafts?"

Yuan Zaoyao said: "I know how to write, but I don't. Actually, you don't know how to write. You want me to teach you, right? You think beautifully!"

She is obviously a child king, and the rest of the children share the same hatred and agree with the fate.

Chen Ping'an sat down, faced the city to the north, twisted his wrist, took out a bamboo leaf, and blew a song.

After hearing this, Yuan Zaoyao said disapprovingly: "It sounds not good."

The other children had to peck at the rice with chickens.

Yuan Zaoyao saw that Chen Ping'an was dissatisfied, but instead felt a little disappointed. He just patted his knees with his hands and looked north. The city was further north. It was the mirage of prosperous trade and mixed fish and dragons.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked with a smile: "Which ten sword immortals do you think are the most powerful now? There is no need to be a sequence."

Yuan Zaohua rolled his eyes and said, "There is no order, so that's not a big deal. You can guess it yourself."

Chen Ping'an planned to get up and practice swordsmanship.

Now it is easier to learn swords from your senior brother. Use four flying swords to resist the sword energy and die a few times less.

Yuan Zaoyao stretched out his hand, "Chen Ping'an, if you give me a folding fan, I will reveal the secret to you."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "The abacus is good."

Yuan Zaoyao stretched out his hands to stop Chen Ping'an from leaving, and said stubbornly, "Hurry up! It must be the folding fan with the best written words and the most common ones!"

Chen Ping'an didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but suddenly remembered something, so he sat back and said, "You talk first, I'll see what I feel."

Yuan Zaoyao poured beans in the bamboo tube and said in one go: "Old Sword Immortal, Dong Sangeng, Aliang, Lord Yinguan, Chen Xi, Qi Tingji, left and right, Nalan Shaowei, old deaf child, Lu Zhi. There are only ten! Take the folding fan!"

Chen Ping'an stood up and really picked out a Yuzhu folding fan from the closest things and patted it on the tomboy's hand, "Remember to keep it away, it's worth a lot of money."

Yuan Zaoya opened the folding fan and liked it very much, but there were few words on the fan, and she couldn't recognize a few, so she angrily said, "Change another one, I want more words."

Chen Ping'an pressed her little head again, twisted it gently, turned her head aside, and smiled and said, "Young girl dares to bargain with me in the movies? Stop when you see it is good, otherwise I will be careful not to regret it."

Yuan Zaohua closed the folding fan, walked behind him, and then stretched out his hand, "Then I will buy you the folding fan with the most words!"

Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "Where is the money?"

Yuan Zaoyao said seriously: "The old sword immortal, Dong Sangeng, Aliang, Lord Yinguan, Chen Xi, Qi Tingji, Zuo, Nalan Shaowei, Lao Deaf son, Lu Zhi. From today on, plus a second shopkeeper Chen Ping'an! This is the strongest eleven sword immortals in our Sword Qi Great Wall!"

Chen Ping was so happy that he gave her a folding fan with a very large number of words and said with a smile: "Little girl, you can do it. You can get rid of money from me. You are No. 1, the head of the Great Wall of Jianqi."

Yuan Zaoyao did not care about such "fair reputation". She now had folding fans on both hands and was very happy. She suddenly asked in a tone of discussion and lowered her voice: "You give me another hand, it's okay to have a smaller number of words. I can rank you in the top ten, the top five!"

Unfortunately, the silly second shopkeeper left with a smile.

But before leaving, he took out a small seal, sighed, and asked Yuan Zaoyao to hand over the folding fan with a small number of characters to her, and gently stamped it, and then returned the folding fan to the little girl.

He looked at each other.

The old sword immortal of the Nascent Soul taught his sword skills to the end. After Chen Ping'an walked away, he came to the vicinity of these children.

Yuan Zaoyao was lying on the wall, spreading two folding fans in front of him, and recognizing the words there. Of course, she liked the one densely packed with fans, which looked even more valuable.

But the old man bent down and looked at the folding fan with fewer words, laughing in silence.

Most of the good things are not strong, and the colorful clouds are easy to disperse and the glass is crisp.

The colorful clouds easily disperse and come back, and the heart is like glass that has not been broken.

The previous sentence is a very famous poem in Haoran.

The ones behind, the dogtail marten, all of them are as follows, and the meaning is a thousand miles apart. It should be compiled by the young man himself.

However, the meaning is good. If you change the depressed and sad meaning of the previous sentence, you can only say that you have good intentions and that's all.

The old sword cultivator exclaimed, squatted down, looked at the inconspicuous red seal, and laughed, which was interesting.

The seal is "The world is often separated, and the broken mirror is also reunited."

When he thought of the life experience of this girl Yuan Zaoyao, his father, who was expected to enter the fifth realm, died in the south, leaving only the mother and daughter to depend on each other. The old sword cultivator looked up and glanced at the young man's far away back.

In any case, it is still different from those scholars in the past in the academies and academies.

It’s not that the former is unwilling to do anything, but it almost ends up hitting walls everywhere. Over time, they will naturally become discouraged and return to Haoran’s world in disgrace.

Chen Ping'an went to the left and right.

He asked left and right: "Is the realm broken so quickly?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "He is already the fifth level of Qi training."

The left and right said: "You must not slack off when studying and cultivating your mind."

Perhaps there are only senior brothers in the world who are the only ones who are the ones who are the ones who are not worried about their junior brother's level being low, but instead worry about breaking the realm too quickly.

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "With a senior brother watching me, I don't dare to slack off even if I want to slack off."

Left and left and right sneered, "Why don't you say 'Even if you want to die a few more times under the sword energy'?"

Chen Ping'an knew that this time he would suffer from sword training.

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The little osmanthus Jin Su on the ferry of Guihua Island is actually Mrs. Gui's only direct disciple. What kind of state was ten years ago? Now, it is still, after all, the bottleneck is hard to break. Therefore, this time, the cross-continental ferry was docked at the Upside-Heaven Mountain. Mrs. Gui deliberately let her relax in the Upside-Heaven Mountain. The mountains and seas depend on each other, which is a unique Feng Shui treasure land. Not only that, Mrs. Gui also gave Jin Su a Grain Rain Money as pocket money this time, and said to his disciples that he should not hesitate when he saw those beloved objects that he had been thinking about for nearly twenty years. He was shocked by Jin Su and wanted to refuse. Mrs. Gui waved his hand and told Jin Su at the same time that Mr. Qi and his disciples had climbed Upside-Heaven Mountain for the first time. Remember to help.

Jin Su didn't think much about it either.

Qi Jinglong and his disciples did not return to the master's sect. Jin Su was regarded as a Confucian disciple and a scholar who went out to study.

Beiju Luzhou is a famous sword cultivator, but neither master nor disciple has a sword.
To be continued...