The old blind man nodded.

Compared to Chen Qingdu when he was younger, he was much more thoughtful.

At that time, among the many sword cultivators in the world, the one who watched and thought the most, and planned before taking action, while Long Jun could only shout and kill, showing off his sharp edge. When Chen Qingdu was drawing his sword, he liked to open his eyes the most, looking at the world and the sky.

You have to learn everything. As for your brain and heart, it seems that at the same age, they are really not as advanced as the hidden official in front of you.

So there is no good scholar.

The old blind man asked again: "What if I want to break your weird flying sword into pieces even though I am willing to pay for one or two of the life moon souls?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and finally said from the bottom of his heart: "If she can't do it, I'll just let her go. I will remove the bird in the cage and only keep the moon at the bottom of the well. In the worst case, I will use a Five Thunder Seal."

In exchange for her one or two cents of moon soul, she came to help me temper the flying sword Jing Diyue. Even so, in the end the transaction was not a loss but a profit."

With the pure essence of the bright moon in the sky, the moon at the bottom of the well, sharpening the edge of the sword, even if Chen Ping'an just thinks about it now, he feels that if there is a chance to reunite with Qiangyue in the future, both parties can still give it a try.

In fact, Chen Pingan was not too obsessed with whether he could keep the credit at that time.

Especially through the manifestation of certain avenues when using the flying sword to shatter the moon, Chen Pingan roughly learned that Qiangyue rarely killed people in Haoran World, and Chen Pingan had no excessive murderous intentions.

Earlier, Shenyue had just arrived at the city and regarded her as a monster in the wild world.

Of course, Chen Ping'an killed them as fast as he could, because he was still on a big battlefield, and what Chen Ping'an faced seemed to be the entire army of monsters in the wild world.

But when it turned into a veritable fight, Chen Pingan immediately changed his mood.

What's more, Chen Ping'an was also worried that Qiangyue would become angry out of humiliation and return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi in his true form to fight him to the death.

So he finally stopped and only intercepted half of her moon soul.

Chen Ping'an thought of this and raised his head to look at the sky. The sun, moon and stars were moving in a regular way. It was originally the void where the moon was used to practice Taoism. She picked the moon and brought it to the human world. There was a bright moon at the twenty-twentyth day of the month. I got one of them. Very good.

Contented.

If it were placed in the middle-grade lotus root blessed land in my hometown, there would be an extremely bright moon hanging in the sky. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon would be full of flowers, and people would gather together under the full moon.

Every year on August 15th, the full moon is like a big mirror. Everyone in the blessed land of the world can look at the moon like looking at the mirror. Apart from themselves, they can see everyone they want to see.

Of course, it was agreed that Chen Ping'an would give it to the founding disciple as a gift for breaking through the martial arts realm, and Chen Ping'an was not reluctant to part with it.

On the ground outside the city, the old blind man still nodded slightly.

Although this hidden official's status as a scholar is unavoidably an eyesore, a young man is smart enough and there is nothing wrong with him. It would be better if he could hope for a better world.

In history, there was once a scholar who was a novelist in the world. He first traveled to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and then to the Shiwan Mountains. He was of high seniority and had a decent level of cultivation. After finding the old blind man, he spoke with certainty, saying that we scholars put pen to paper.

We only need to write about how real the world is, we only need to write about the miserable things in the world, how the reader feels, and we will never be responsible. Whether the reader is desperate or even more desperate or numb, let alone care, is to let everyone know how unbearable and unbearable the world is.

Unbearable...

As a result, the old blind man, who was tired of hearing this, slapped him half to death regardless of the situation.

It's not that the old blind man was angry at those words. There are many avenues, you can follow them as you wish. It's not that the son is not a disciple, the old blind man is too lazy to care.

It's just that when you come to the door of my house in the mountains, you break the rules first and dare to come empty-handed, so you have to leave something behind.

The reason why he was only half-dead was not because the old blind man was merciful, but because the old novelist rushed over, rescued the remaining soul of the other party, and brought it back to the vast world.

There was also a Liang who was gloating about his misfortune, with an expression on his face like "I didn't do anything."

Later, when A Liang left and returned, he rarely drank and spoke a few words. He said that no matter how well written a masterpiece like this was, it was still not good enough. He was still a coward, trying to get readers to share the unbearable suffering in his heart.

The old blind man asked him why he didn't write it himself.

That bastard just leaned against the firewood gate, ran his hands through his hair, and said that I had seen too many novelists who wrote without writing. In the world, they only wrote about life, shining brightly. Long stories lasted for thousands of years, and short stories were short.

decades.

Seeing that the senior was silent for a long time, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but ask: "Senior, do you have something to ask the junior to do when you come here this time?"

The old blind man put away his thoughts and shook his head, "I just came to take a look."

That old dog only dared to murmur in his heart, and the old blind man lost all his eyes, just look at your uncle.

It kind of misses that shitty A-Liang. Only when the old blind man meets that guy will he be more helpless.

Chen Pingan suddenly bowed and saluted.

The old blind man smiled and said, "Why, are you trying to encourage me to work harder?"

Chen Pingan straightened up and said, "The juniors are grateful to the seniors for their great disappointment, but they can be disappointed alone for ten thousand years."

As the old saying goes, towering mountains are caused by uneven nature.

This old man, who has been imprisoned for ten thousand years, feels even more deeply grievances.

The old blind man nodded, raised his skinny hand, scratched his cheek, and smiled for the first time, "Very good, I almost couldn't help but beat you to death. You are indeed smart enough, and you know how to cherish blessings. Otherwise, I guess there would be no need for a dragon."

Jun and Liu Cha are here to cause trouble for you."

Chen Pingan smiled bitterly.

This old man who made the boss Sword Immortal make two special visits does not seem to be a joker.

The old blind man turned and left.

Really just come here to have a look and chat a few words.

As for the old blind man and Long Jun, he has nothing to say, and the other party must be the same. They were old friends in the past, but they are now strangers.

The old dog who had ascended to the realm was following behind the old blind man.

Long Jun also dissipated and returned to an empty suit.

Gray robe.

Chen Pingan suddenly shouted: "Old senior, how is A Liang?"

The old blind man didn't turn his head and said: "Being a bastard who supports the mountain is very happy."

Chen Ping'an was both worried and relieved. It seemed that if he wanted A Liang to come often when he was free, he wouldn't have to think about it for the time being.

Chen Pingan's last glance showed that the landscape restrictions had been reopened, but what he saw in his mind was Tuoyue Mountain, facing the Jianqi Great Wall far away. The mountains and rivers were very different, and the old friend was fine.

I want to drink again.

Chen Pingan first secretly took out a jug of wine from Feijian Fifteen, and then sneakily moved it to Qiankun Xiaotiandi in his sleeve. As soon as he took out the jug from his sleeve, and was about to take a sip, the jug was knocked away by Long Jun with a sword.

Smash it with the drink.

Chen Pingan was accustomed to it. He disappeared in a flash and returned to the city. He walked like the student, his shoulders and sleeves swayed together, and he loudly said that the stinky tofu was delicious, and it must be even more delicious with the stewed old dog meat.

A must.

Chen Ping'an didn't know clearly. He couldn't see the world outside the Sword Qi Great Wall.

But the old blind man could clearly "see" the scenery at the top of the city.

The old dog took advantage of the old blind man's good mood and muttered: "I didn't provoke him, but after we only met him once, he started to miss my body. It's hateful."

The old blind man sneered and said: "You are worthy of provoking the hidden officials of the Sword Qi Great Wall. Who can borrow your courage?"

The old dog didn't dare to refute, but only dared to wag its tail obediently and beg for mercy.

On a piece of land thousands of miles away from Tuoyue Mountain, the place where the old blind man stopped had been temporarily designated as a forbidden area.

There was a jug of fine wine lying on it. The old blind man deliberately left this thing here.

The big demons stationed at Tuoyue Mountain did not move the wine pot, but turned a blind eye and left it alone on the ground.

Even though it was determined that the pot of wine was not unusual at all and was just an ordinary pot of wine, there was still no big demon to touch it.

For thousands of years, in the barbaric world, the strong are respected.

The old blind man who was separatist was one of the fourteen realms in the world.

In today's wild world, after that Xiao Xun walked through the abyss of the ancient well, there was another person. However, she combined the wild world with luck, not purely with the flying sword of her destiny.

The Fourteenth Realm is too mysterious and unpredictable, and no one can ask what the difference between the two is.

In fact, you can ask A Liang at the foot of Tuoyue Mountain, but who dares to provoke him, adding fuel to the fire and adding insult to injury? Do you really think that he can't live without Tuoyue Mountain?

Tuo Yueshan and A Liang are not only repressive, but also a kind of delicate situation in which the water in the well does not interfere with the river.

After all, it was A Liang who didn't want to give up that road and came to ask Jian Tuo Yueshan.

A great demonic female cultivator, who is Li Zhen's senior sister according to her seniority, has a beautiful appearance and figure that is all over the world, and came to the chaotic void under Tuoyue Mountain.

She looked at the Confucian scholar sitting cross-legged from a distance, with a huge number of golden words as a futon, quite like an outsider who came here to use the mountain to practice Taoism.

She couldn't understand why this man would make such a choice. Mr. Zhou Wenhai of the World once explained to her the true meaning of "If you don't do it for yourself, the sky will destroy you."

So she didn't understand A Liang's self-destructive behavior even more.

When the slovenly man saw the female cultivator from Tuo Yueshan, he immediately sat up straight and asked, "Sister with new makeup, why are you still wearing the same makeup as when we first met?"

The female demon with a new name and make-up used her memory to think back, then frowned and said, "Fuck you!"

Is your own nonsense hitting a brick wall?

A Liang was not afraid of this situation the most, and said with an affectionate face: "It seems that Sister Xinzhuang still remembers our first meeting, which greatly comforts my heart. There are some good men that Sister Xinzhuang will remember for a hundred years."

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To be continued...