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As Xiao Mo was about to set off his sword, a faint sound rang out between the sky and the earth, like a rustling leaf falling, exuding a strong sense of silence, "It's really you."

Xiao Mo waited for the following text, and after a moment, the voice sounded again, "You all go back, it will be useless to meet."

Xiao Mo sneered, and no longer talked to the fellow Taoist who had only met a few times. He walked forward slowly and held up the sword in his hand, "Young Master just walk with me, at most half a stick of incense, and you can see the other person's true body."

Xiao Mo first nailed a long sword into the ground, and the entire lonely world that was empty changed color, like a scroll, because of the years, it turned yellow.

Chen Ping'an knew that the purpose of Xiao Mo's sword was to be a temporary traversal in the long river of time. No matter how powerful the fellow Taoist is, he could always find the time ferry he created with his mind, and then hand over the sword again. He only needed to pull two lines in one thread, and he would not be completely lost. After Xiao Mo took more than ten steps, he waved a sword at will. This was after the Mingyue Haocai battle, Chen Ping'an saw Xiao Mo coming out again.

The sword light is not straight, but like a gossip that drifts with the wind, spreading for more than a thousand miles.

Xiao Mo constantly draws his sword, either tilts or horizontally, and is lightly described, but the sword energy and Taoist rhyme contained in the sword light is more majestic every time.

This is the "suspicious" sword of a peak sword cultivator at the Ascension Realm.

The rules of this small world are indeed a bit strange. Xiao Mo's sword light cannot disperse, but in Chen Ping'an's vision, the traces of those sword lights are lost, as if they are folded and bent, as if they have followed a quiet fork in the road to the distance.

Xiao Mo said in his heart: "Young Master, these forks are similar to the roots and leaf veins of the sycamore tree. But don't worry, the number of roads and the size of the small world are ultimately limited. Xiao Mo has experienced the small world that is even more strange than this."

Chen Ping'an nodded, not in a hurry.

The voice sounded again in the ears of the two, "Since it's an old friend who meets again, why bother to meet?"

Xiao Mo held the sword in one hand and sneered: "I want to see, this little world of fellow Taoist can be overcome by hundreds or thousands of swords."

As long as you pass the sword continuously and the sword energy and sword intent continue to accumulate, the sword light can naturally break out of the bag like a cone.

Then all of them are condensed into one sword, which is the real sword questioning.

It is recognized that the world's genius is not easy to practice, it is not easy to learn, and it is slow to practice. The only advantage of this kind of Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist is that if there are no natural disasters and man-made disasters, it will have a very long life span, especially the likes of plants and trees. Once you enter the upper five realms, your Taoist age will be particularly old. But if you really need to talk about the qualifications for Taoism, it is really not that Xiao Mo is arrogant. Compared to sword cultivators, it is a world of difference. Even if I sleep for ten thousand years and give you ten thousand years of Taoist age out of thin air, so what?

If you are polite to me, I will be even more polite than you. If you are polite to me, it is better, so I will thank you for your request.

The old coachman in the capital and the ghost immortal Yu Jin are all polite people.

When I arrived in Haoran, I always followed the local customs, so I didn’t hit people with a smile, which made Xiao Mo really hold it in for a long time.

After Xiao Mo handed out more than a hundred swords, he was able to pull one of the sword lights with his heart, rolling up like a spirit snake, swaying violently on one of the roads. The sword lights splashed everywhere and exploded with a bang, like a slender galaxy shattering in an instant.

The voice was silent for a moment, and he could only remind him: "Chen Ping'an, you'd better advise this fellow Taoist not to do this. If the vitality of this place is damaged by the sword light, it will only affect the mountains and rivers of the entire Tongyezhou, and it will be even more difficult to restore its original appearance."

Chen Ping'an said calmly: "It is better to take the least of two evils than to be turned away. He didn't even see the seniors' faces and went home in shame. The crux of the problem today is not what Xiaomo and I do, but whether you want to open the door to meet guests. You and I know that what you call recovery as before is just superficial skills, but there are many hidden dangers. The descendants of Tongyezhou have to pay off their debts one by one for today's people. You are following the way of heaven, so naturally it doesn't matter. The many sequelae of the collapse of rituals and music in the past will not affect your own practice. As long as the overall number of a certain one remains unchanged, the seniors will still be considered to have a perfect merit and a merit will be a merit.

The continent, the world, only wait for three or five hundred years, only wait for the Confucian Temple, monks, as well as the dynasties at the foot of the mountain, and of course, I, if you make up for the mountains and rivers of various places, you will be able to safely overcome this great disaster in heaven and earth, and be able to return to the perfect state by this. But I use the human way to make up for the shortcomings of a continent. The more I delay the trouble, the more trouble it will be. Your alliance with the Confucian Temple has ended. Today, you are closed-door, waiting for your realm to be perfect, and invisibly replace it, filling in the vacant space left by the old master of the East China Sea, and becoming a kind of illusory lord of a continent. Don’t say that I will see you again, it will be a difficult task to find you at that time."

The voice did not deny this, "Yes. I will soon go into seclusion, make some great deductions, and seek the path for myself to enter the fourteen realms."

It was obviously said that Chen Ping'an had made a fuss.

It was the first time when Xiao Mo heard about this, and he was so angry that he felt that the so-called "Fellow Daoist" title was to slap himself in the face.

Therefore, dozens of swords were handed out in an instant, and the sword light was like a rainbow, and the whole yellowed world suddenly turned white.

Chen Ping'an walked slowly behind Xiao Mo, stopped, stepped on the ground, lowered his head and smiled: "Senior is highly respected. He was able to become ally with Lisheng in his early years and built a demon-suppressing building for the Confucian Temple. I have passed the secret of the Confucian Temple. I know that the senior is gentle and does not fight with the world. This is also the root cause of the younger generation willing to talk to the seniors. But now I will be completely restored to my freedom soon. Seniors can't be sure what I have to do. This is not just a stubborn view, but a broken bridge across the river. It is so embarrassing that a junior who is less than a hundred years old, the clay Bodhisattva is still angry, let alone the younger generation?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "If it really doesn't work, I will ask the Li Sheng to bring half of the Great Sword Qi Wall here."

"I want to see if my senior wants to enter the 14th realm, and if he still sees me, there is still no chance to ask me in person whether he agrees or not."

"I think it's hard."

The voice was a little annoyed and said hurriedly: "The Confucian Temple promised me that the great disaster has passed, and that covenant is equivalent to self-destruction. Even if the sages who are here to worship the sages, it must not hinder my practice."

If this young man is really doing this, it would be fine if he cannot find the fourteen realms in seclusion. If he finds that avenue and is blocked by a wall, that would be awful.

And once you fall into such an awkward situation, then you will have a veritable battle between the young sword cultivator. As long as one side wants to enter the fourteenth realm, you will need to stay with the other side forever.

Are you Chen Ping'an still a disciple of the Wen Sheng lineage, or is you still the Confucian disciple?!

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "Since I can't replace the Confucian Temple, of course, the Confucian Temple cannot replace me either."

Those who stop me from sewing a continent of vacancies are asking me for a sword.

It's not a joke, please be careful.

The voice suddenly said in a frustration: "The Supreme Master has been here once and I personally wish me a smooth journey in my practice."

Chen Ping'an said expressionlessly: "Then in this matter, I'm afraid I will disappoint the Supreme Saint Master."

When the other party heard this, he was obviously shocked and speechless for a moment.

Even the sage of Wen dared not say such words, a madman who dared to disobey the sage master! A bullshit scholar, a gentle and polite person, you sword cultivators, have a bad temper that never changed for a long time...

Xiao Mo smiled knowingly.

After being silent for a long time, I guess I was trying my best to calm my heart. The voice spoke again, and finally a little weak tone, "I can trust the saints of rituals, but I can't believe in you."

Xiao Mo narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I have turned over the calendar. Today I am afraid of damaging ground, burying, planting, and burying. It is advisable to go out, logging, raising beams, building houses, and establishing alliances."

Chen Ping'an took a step forward, patted Xiao Mo's arm, indicating that he would not be in a hurry to hand over the sword. After standing side by side with Xiao Mo, he smiled with his sleeves: "I also know the situation of my senior. In this ruined mountains and rivers, all living things that have emerged from the situation, for the senior, it is not just the palms of the hand and the back of the hand, but the heaven and earth are against the journey, where the great way is located, all things are straw dogs, no distinction between loyal ministers and treacherous thieves, and filial sons and evil sons."

The voice continued, "To be precise, I am a sword cultivator who can only act based on his preferences and can do everything he wants."

After a while, he added, "I even want to believe that the foreigner who walked into Feiying Castle back then could not believe that the last hidden official from the Great Wall of Sword Qi."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "If I had treated others with sincerity earlier, I wouldn't have broken up with a long-lasting friend."

"Chen Ping'an! Your murderous intention is even heavier than this 'Xiao Mo'."

"That younger generation will collect it."

In front of Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo, a passage similar to a post road appeared. The two sides were as dark as night, similar to the two ends of the Sword Qi Great Wall in the past, and connected with a certain realm of Taixu.

Chen Ping'an looked back and saw that the white mist was vast and he had lost his way to the present.

Xiao Mo frowned, and Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Since you come, you can rest assured, just treat it as a short trip."

Chen Ping'an took out a golden white horse talisman from his sleeve, which was from the original book of "The Original Book of Alchemy" given by Li Xisheng, also known as "Moon Talisman", which is relatively back in the book.

This talisman hovered on one side of the shoulder.

At the same time, in Chen Ping'an Xinhu Tiandi, a sundial was used to accurately count. Sure enough, the speed of time passing between the two worlds inside and outside is very different.

Looking at the burning speed of the white horse passing by, Chen Ping'an was roughly aware of the fact that in this world, it may have been a year since Tongyezhou outside the world.

Chen Ping'an reminded: "No matter how you treat customers with great care, according to the timing of the world outside, at most ten hours, I must see my senior's true identity and negotiate a deal."

Two donkeys appeared out of thin air on the side of the road, probably as a trample. Chen Ping'an laughed in silence, not worried about any plans, so he turned over and rode on the donkey.

With a sword on the green robe and a vermilion wine gourd tied with a waist, gently pinched the donkey's belly, and the hooves began to sway forward.

Xiao Mo shook his wrists, and a long sword scattered into his sleeves. Xiao Mo was still dressed in yellow hat and green shoes, holding a green bamboo stick in his hand, sitting on the back of the donkey.

There are only black and white colors in the world. Xiao Mo looked around like a sloppy ink painting.

Xiao Mo asked, "Young Master, the rest of the sword lights?"

Chen Ping'an complained: "How can I take back the gifts I gave out?"

Xiao Mo nodded slightly, feeling quite regretful. If he had known, he would have handed out two or three hundred more swords.

At this moment, the scroll was dusk. The two of them rode donkeys and soon came to a small hill that suddenly appeared. They came to the top of the mountain and looked out. They saw a narrow road. There were simple buildings similar to inns beside the road. The team was vast and spread on the mountain road, with no less than thousands of people, and there were even emperor chariots. Looking at the hasty expressions of civil and military officials, they were leaving Beijing for refuge? Chen Ping'an took off the sword gourd, took a sip of wine, and looked like a picture of a hundred officials in the capital rushing to the picture. There was only one person in the scroll, like a painting. The middle-aged man with a long bamboo tube on his waist, and the index finger on his right hand had a slightly calluse. After leaving the crowded road alone, he chewed the cake and walked deep into the mountains along a stream.

Chen Ping'an discovered something interesting. If the previous small world was a painting of ink, then when he saw this man, he would gradually change into a fine brushwork painting, with a delicate brushwork, and a flower and a tree, and a fish swimming in the stream, all appear vividly and become a lifelike green landscape painting, which is no different from the "truth" in the world.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Let's keep up with this little God."

In the dusk, the man found a village house by the stream with low thatched eaves. There was only an old woman and a woman who were leaning against each other and sitting opposite each other, and were weaving a chicken cage.

The old woman invited the man to have some food. In order to avoid suspicion, the man slept under the eaves at night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night, so he simply took out a chess book from his arms under the moonlight, got up and sat upright, and read for a while, then he began to close his eyes and concentrate, twist the chess piece with his hands, making moves one after another, as if he was making a choreography.

Chen Ping'an took the opportunity to glance at the cover of the chess record under a tree in the distance of the hut. It turned out to be a well-documented famous chess record. In Haoran's history, it was very famous, but it was just that when playing against both sides of the chess, playing five games, and it was known as "don't watch five games of chess while sick."

Chen Ping'an rode on the back of the donkey and glanced at the white horse passing by next to his shoulder. The speed of time had not changed.

In fact, even if there is a monk who controls the wind and looks down at the entire world, it seems that this is the only scene. It is probably the senior who reminds himself that once the level passes, there will be a scenery of the next level. When all the relevant passes, the two sides can meet each other? What are you trying to delay time and ask for help from the Confucian Temple? Otherwise, it would be meaningless to inviting someone to come here to help and stop yourself and Xiaomo.

Xiao Mo asked, "Young Master, do you need me to draw my sword and find out?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and smiled, "Be patient and wait and see what happens."

Xiao Mo asked, "That person's identity is a chess attendant, right?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Look at the fact that the chess is not weak."

The man under the thatched rost does not seem to be playing tricks at this moment, but is playing chess with himself. If you want to talk about how high the chess power is, it seems that it is not much higher.

When it comes to the first move and fixed style of Go in the world, Chen Ping'an believes that he is quite familiar with it, and he can memorize it by rote. Moreover, the four people who came from the Futian Land of Ouhua were born in the past, except for Wei Hailiang, the other three, Zhu Lian, Lu Baixiang and Sui's right side, were all masters even if they were placed in Haoran. Moreover, there were Zheng Dafeng and Shanjun Wei Bo, who were both proficient in this way. Moreover, there were also masters in the summer palace back then, and Lin Junbi and Xuanshen Cao Gun, were both first-class national players.

Now, with Chen Ping'an's Go skills, he has played the top 30 or 50 players with others and is ready to be a master. It will be revealed in the future.

So when I was teaching people to play chess at the summer palace, Lord Yinguan liked to claim to be a stinky chess basket.

There were no candles in the house. The old woman and the woman who lived in one room started playing chess. There were no chess boards and chess pieces. Both sides only dictated the direction of the move and had many long tests, so that at dawn, the sky turned white and the two sides had only played less than forty hands. The man had already taken out the chess pieces and chess paper from the long bamboo tube and spread them on the ground. He held his ears and listened to the game in the house, and placed chess pieces on the paper chessboard. When the old woman said she was defeated by nine sons, the woman admitted defeat. The man then raised his courage and knocked on the door gently. After a moment, the old woman and the woman walked out of the house. The man humbly asked for advice. The old woman went to make a fire and cook, but let the daughter-in-law who had no remarriage teach him the chess skills. The woman with a thorn hairpin and cloth skirt taught him for less than half an hour, and said that it was enough to make him invincible in the world.

Speaking of this, the woman looked up at the tree outside the hut. She stroked her hair intentionally or unintentionally.

Chen Ping'an turned a blind eye to this, and the woman got up and went to work hard. The man said goodbye and left. He looked back along the stream and saw that he had lost his hut. The man felt sad.

In an instant, Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo seemed to flow backwards along a long river of time, rode a donkey on the hillside again, and saw the man with a bamboo tube tied to his waist walking along the stream.

Xiao Mo asked with a smile: "Does the young master need to play chess and win them before they can pass the test?"
To be continued...