Chapter 1268: Not Knowing How High the Sky Is and How Deep the Earth Is

With a smile on his face, Chen Ping'an flicked his sword with his fingers. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, making a clanging sound. The sword's aperture spread out in circles, illuminating his whole face with energy and freedom.

The bird in the cage bumps into the wall with a slight flutter of wings, the frog in the well looks at the sky like a boundary painting, we, who hate each other and have a hard time with each other, can finally say a few big words to the world, and in our hearts talk.

When Jiang She heard this, instead of making any sarcasm, he felt somewhat enlightened, "This finally makes sense."

Climbing mountains to seek immortality, what are you afraid of? People who practice Taoism are afraid of the eventuality and become ten thousand.

After all, Jiang She is not in the fifteenth realm, and it is difficult to escape from this path. There are still ups and downs of calamities, which are inevitable. Jiang She glanced at Chen Ping'an and said, "The real Taoist age is a bit too young."

If you win, you will inevitably feel that you have failed to win. If you lose, it will be even more disastrous.

On the other hand, if this young sword cultivator loses, it will be an honor even if he loses. But if he wins, the future trend of the world will be even more unimaginable. Just say how will Zou Zi, the fortune teller, deal with himself then?

Jiang She curled his lips and used a little magical power to crush all these emotions and thoughts in the center of his heart and turn them away.

The battle to ascend to the sky is a calamity with swords and soldiers. The Dao went astray. He wanted to take the initiative and occupied the ruins of the ancient heaven. He weakened the world and dominated the military. A common killing was a calamity.

After being imprisoned for ten thousand years, another calamity occurred. It seemed that he had escaped from the calamity, but it was the time when the great calamity was approaching. When Jiang She's Taoist heart was revived and he wanted to organize his military affairs again, the Taoism prevailed and followed him like a shadow.

Jiang She's fate as the founder of the military strategist was naturally the great opportunity that others coveted.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to participate in this thrilling gamble. Ordinary monks, as long as they are not in the Fourteenth Realm, no matter if you are in the Ascension Realm, as long as your life is not hard enough, I am afraid that if you get even a little closer, you will be catastrophically destroyed. Tao Yun was in trouble and turned into a burst of dust and ashes. But even a monk in the Fourteenth Realm dares to intervene easily? Definitely keep a respectful distance and watch from the sidelines. For example, Fu Lu Yuxuan, who is in harmony with the Dao and the time, and those who are in the right place. Who is willing to get involved in this situation? If he is not careful, his Dao will be stuck in the mud, unable to extricate himself, and he will fall into a situation that will never be recovered.

Jiang She felt a little aggrieved and couldn't help but laugh and curse, "Cui Chan, that bastard."

He had previously thanked Xiuhu and expressed his gratitude. Don’t you want to help count the money if you don’t want to be cheated?

Apart from complaining a few words, Jiang She really didn't want to express his feelings. Wouldn't it be more aggrieved to compete with a dead man and arm-wrestle?

Jiang She had many ideas. When he returned to the world this time, he wanted to conspire to usurp the throne and replace himself. Chen Ping'an, a former hidden official, was also one of them. However, after derivation and calculation, the possibility of Chen Ping'an was extremely low.

The biggest reason is not that Chen Pingan is too young and his level is not high enough for the time being, but that Chen Pingan does not have such big ambitions.

In addition, Chen Ping'an's biggest imaginary enemies are Bai Yujing and Yu Dou. For both parties, it is a personal grudge.

Unexpectedly, Chen Pingan changed his mind temporarily, withdrew the long sword in his hand, and asked him to withdraw from the battlefield. With a flash of sword light, the long sword appeared near the tilted pillar in the northwest that connects the sky and the earth. Chen Pingan moved slowly, and rolled up respectively. He lifted up his sleeves, shook his wrists, and said with a smile: "Then as you wish, practice your hands first, so that the younger generation can fully experience the overwhelming power of the eleventh realm martial artist..."

Before Chen Pingan could finish what he said, Jiang She was already close and punched Chen Pingan in the heart. Chen Pingan's robe and hair on his temples flew into the air, and there was a clear and sweet jade chime sound between heaven and earth. That was Chen Pingan's heart. Ping An's whole body's bones trembled, and his body flew more than a thousand feet upside down like a kite with broken strings. Golden blood oozed from the seven orifices on his face and floated to the ground.

Jiang She succeeded with one blow and showed no concern for the strange looking golden blood. The next moment Jiang She caught up with Chen Pingan, with the backs of his hands overlapping each other and his fingers like hooks, he stabbed straight into Chen Pingan's chest and suddenly thrust out. Damn it, Chen Ping'an's body was torn apart on the spot.

Jiang She stood still with his eyes narrowed, and wiped away the golden blood that was splashed on his face. His face and palms made a squeaking sound, and wisps of green smoke rose up into the sky. Jiang She was unaware of the burning sensation and looked around. The golden blood that had previously scattered on the ground was not stained with dust. Instead, it had its own vision, and each of its avenues was manifested. When it landed, it turned into a series of mountains lined with beautiful buildings and jade buildings. They were as small as earth mounds, and each one was opened with hundreds of thousands of mountains. The rivers of water palaces and palaces are as small as ropes. What is even more mysterious is that in the majestic Dayue Mountain, there are indeed blue cranes singing, true kings preaching and fairies scattering flowers. In the winding rivers, here there are vast misty waves. , The small boat on the rapids and shoals is like an arrow... Jiang She sneered, still pretending to be a ghost, really thinking that he was God.

Jiang She slightly dispersed his consciousness, combined with deduction and mental arithmetic, followed the trend of the water veins of the long river of time and the direction of the circulation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, like a god patrolling the territory, all over the site without missing a thing. Among the art of war and geography that can leave a name in history, who is not the top expert? Jiang She twitched the corner of his mouth and found you, kid. Jiang She did not shrink down to the mountains and rivers. Instead, he drew his empty bow like a full moon. The two fingers holding the "bow string" suddenly released, and an "arrow" was thick. It's like the mouth of a well, but it's not a straight line, but like a wild dragon and snake swimming across the ground.

In a certain place, it was as if thousands of mirrors were smashed by arrows one after another, and countless colored glass burst into pieces, creating a brilliant and dazzling light.

Chen Ping'an first set up the formation with his powerful fists. It was a whimsical idea. Instead, he used the iron cavalry chisel formation in the boxing book to block the power of the incoming arrow. Then he tried to use a normal iron cavalry punch. He tried to carry the arrow in the formation, but it was in vain. Not only was his fist smashed by the arrow, but his entire arm was also shattered... Where he stood, Chen Ping'an had lost an arm, and the ground was covered with gold. The blood, this time, manifested itself into a large area of ​​golden flowers and trees on the ground, varying in height and swaying, like a fairy garden.

The fists from the eleventh realm are indeed unstoppable.

Chen Pingan remained motionless and expressionless. Millions of golden threads spread out from the broken arm on his shoulder, and returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

As expected, the road to martial arts and becoming a god is the most straightforward. In ancient times, it was the "clear stream" of the true path, while refining qi and becoming an immortal was the turbid stream.

To put it simply, the fists and kicks of the eleventh realm were unstoppable, but on today's battlefield, Jiang She didn't seem to be able to use them against his half-one self.

After receiving the solid verification, Chen Ping'an felt a little relieved, so he reciprocated the favor and said, "I also feel a little embarrassed for my senior."

Jiang She didn't take it seriously and asked: "I heard that you have a special boxing technique called Shenren Drumming Style. You learned it from Cui Cheng of Aquarius Continent. Isn't it tacky?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It's not tacky."

Jiang She smiled and asked: "Grandmaster Chen, you don't think that the Eleventh Realm is really worth it, right?"

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Otherwise?"

Jiang She said calmly: "There is no doubt that boxing is a good boxing. But if Cui Cheng is here, I can teach him what the real god's drumming style is."

It is said that Chen Ping'an, the second shopkeeper at the Great Sword Qi Wall who was not doing his job as a slave, fiddled with the seals of Baijianxian and Jianjianxian.

For thousands of years, Jiang She has lived in seclusion in the mountains, overlooking the world. Several martial arts schools in the world are prosperous. If a book of one hundred fists is compiled, martial artist Cui Cheng has two or three fists and can enter it.

Chen Ping'an raised his eyebrows. He wanted this ancestor of the military strategist to learn the simple language of his hometown town, but when he said it, he changed his words and said, "We'll see."

Jiang She clicked his tongue and said, "It's such a hindsight. No wonder he lost to Cao Ci four times in a row. It's not unfair at all."

Although Jiang She didn't show any signs of taking action, Chen Ping'an opened his fists as if facing a formidable enemy, and punched the sky with a cloud that flooded the area.

It turned out that Jiang She's first punch had already used the god-beating drum style.

The majestic fist was like a thick sea of ​​clouds. The immortal in the sky stretched out his palm to press down. In an instant, it sank low and fell, trying to connect with the ground and merge into one.

After a while, except for where Chen Pingan was standing, the ground for dozens of miles had sunk seven to eight feet. Those shocking cracks and ravines were all the palm joints and hand lines.

Chen Pingan raised his hand to wipe his face, shook his head, and poured out the blood in his ears.

The power of just one punch was like an overwhelming catastrophe.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath. It wasn't that he couldn't bear the pain. To be honest, this injury was nothing.

But that kind of suffocating feeling like seeing the sky with fists is really hard to bear.

Jiang She sneered and said: "If you are a layman watching the excitement of the Fourteenth Realm and the Ascension Realm Qi Practitioner, and underestimate the Eleventh Realm of Martial Arts, that's it. You are a martial artist who has reached the level of perfection and has reached the level of perfection. You belong to the people who have entered the palace. People dare to take it lightly?"

"Aunt Feng, who is now hiding in the capital of Dali, didn't tell you how heavy Jiang She's punches were on the way to heaven? And how did the man who worked as a coachman for Nanhao receive two punches back then? The first crack appeared in his golden body?"

As he spoke, Jiang She was still standing in the distance, not even breathing, so he punched another dozen punches at once, leaving Chen Ping'an with no way to hide. He could only receive the punches and rely on his physical strength to carry it down.

Jiang She shook his head, "You and Cui Cheng, after all, are just at their limit, unable to support the true meaning of this type of boxing, and unable to truly carry it forward."

"You think I'm stealing a punch?"

Jiang She had a look of disdain on his face as he asked and answered himself, "It's just that ten thousand years later, there was a warrior named Cui who happened to be in the same place as me."

After more than thirty punches, Chen Pingan's almost pure golden body collapsed on the spot. As soon as he gathered his figure in the distance, more than twenty punches arrived.

Groups of golden light scattered and gathered together. On the ground, there were large craters that suddenly collapsed and a series of muffled thunder and vibrations.

If you change the battlefield and change the opponent, wouldn't it be like picking up grass to kill Ascension?

Jiang She seemed to feel a little bored, a little unable to cheer up, and yawned.

Regardless of the situation on the battlefield, Jiang She turned to look at the long sword and asked the biggest question in his heart, "What did the co-leader of the Heavenly Court think?"

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Country school.

After drinking and eating, Jiang Shangzhen lay on the wicker chair, gently shook the cattail leaf fan like the old cook, and laughed softly: "Ning Ji, your background is actually unusual."

Ning Ji was a little surprised. She didn't know why Mr. Jiang took the initiative to bring up this topic, but hesitated to speak.

After these days of getting along day and night, Ning Ji really admired Mr. Jiang's ability to do as the locals do in the countryside. He could chat for a long time among the farmers and village women, cross his legs, make jokes, and only talk about a few things in the village. Even local dogs are willing to follow Mr. Jiang.

Ning Ji had been to Luopo Mountain and heard some things. When he came back here, he almost forgot Mr. Jiang's titles and some of his reputation on the mountain.

Jiang Shangzhen continued to ask: "Is it understandable if I say this?"

Ningji nodded.

Jiang Shangzhen deliberately wanted to get to the bottom of the problem, "Then I'm curious, how do you understand it? Let's see if there is any deviation between what you think and what I guessed."

Ning Ji hesitated for a moment, then chose to say frankly: "If it was just my husband who accepted me as a student, I might not think much about it. At most, after thinking about it, I would feel that it was probably a kind-hearted gentleman who felt compassion for me. I am lucky enough to meet Mr. But there is another Headmaster Bai Yujinglu who said that I can regard him as a... little master. Then unless I am a fool, I should know that things are not that simple."

Jiang Shangzhen hummed, "So in order to accept a student like you, our Master Chen has taken on a lot of responsibility and affected a lot of cause and effect. As a result, it is inevitable that there will be more accidents."

Ningji was silent.

"Be patient, don't be anxious and nervous. I am not telling you this truth to tell you to study hard and practice diligently so as not to waste your resources and qualifications. It is also not to burden you. It seems that every tomorrow of Ningji will be from now on. I have to live a very tired life to be worthy of Chen Pingan's choice yesterday. To be honest, if I have this intention and Chen Pingan finds out one day, he will kill me because of his temper. After all, Mr. Jiang can no longer be the chief minister."

Perhaps Jiang Shangzhen's words were humorous, and Ning Ji grinned, feeling a little more relaxed.

Jiang Shangzhen continued: "I just hope that a young man who has had a rough life but finally waited for the right time, if he encounters something that feels aggrieved and puzzling, he can stop feeling so aggrieved and tell himself a few words in his heart. You might as well be more patient, take a closer look, and think about it again. Even if you don’t understand, there will always be one or two people who can help you solve the problem. At worst, you can file a complaint with your husband.”

Ningji nodded and said, "Write it down."

Jiang Shangzhen sat up, handed the cattail leaf fan to Ning Ji, and said, "I have to go on a long trip."

Ning Ji asked softly: "Mr. Jiang, what is this?"

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said: "Do something big that doesn't need to be spread."

Ning Ji was a little worried about Mr. Jiang and hesitated to speak again.

Jiang Shangzhen said: "Your husband said something strange to me at that time. He said that it was because of this that he had to protect you. I can barely understand this idea, but I definitely can't do this."

"Just because I think Jiang Shang is really the only one in the world. I don't look like anyone, and no one looks like me. But Chen Pingan feels that he looks like many old people, and many young people will look like him."

Standing next to the wicker chair and Ning Ji, Jiang Shangzhen laughed at himself, "I can't even understand this."

Standing in the shaky world, hiding in a stable heart.

Maybe each of us has a closed-door inner house, big or small.

The road outside the door, which may be wide or narrow and leads to the distance, is probably called a dream.

Before leaving, Jiang Shangzhen asked: "Ning Ji, tell me, your husband and I are two different people, how come we got together? We are on good terms?"

Ning Ji shook his head, "Mr. Jiang, let me think about it? Can you explain the answer after you return to the school to teach?"

Jiang Shangzhen laughed and said: "What are you thinking about? Don't you already have the answer? You guessed it right, it's just one word, money!"

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Yuan Ying deliberately fell at the end of the team, separated from the team for a long distance, and walked alone on the road in a foreign land. The unknown wild flowers were blooming brilliantly and the fragrance was fragrant. Yuan Ying lifted up her embroidered shoes and gently brushed through a field of delicate yellow flowers nearby. She turned around to look at the short flowers from time to time, as if waiting for someone to catch up.

She was born in the blessed land of Shiyu in the Qingming world. The two preachers were both Haoran monks. The first master, Liu Qi, and the second master, Cao Zu, had both the reputation of preaching and the kindness of raising her up.

Sure enough, Liu Qi appeared soon. The white-clothed minister had the outstanding grace of a banished immortal, with a gentle expression. He encouraged the disciple who regarded him as his own, and said that there was not much to talk about in the monastic affairs. After all, Yuan Ying was like this. Immortal material, cultivation is like the breath of an ordinary master.

Liu Qi took the initiative to chat about the elusive night ship, giving Yuan Ying the opportunity to board the ship for a visit, such as visiting Entry City and Lingxi City over there.

Yuan Ying joked: "Master, it would be more lively if you join our sect with the second master."

Liu Qi looked up at the team in front of her, shook her head and said nothing.

In addition to Zhang Fenghai, who is already at the fourteenth level of cultivation steadily, there is also Wu Fufu, who is one of the ten people in Qingming World.

There is still Lu Bixia, one of the ten candidates, who serves as the master of the law.

The female founder of Yongzhou Xianzhang Sect, her master is Xingyuan, and her Taoist name is "Sheyun". She is in charge of the sect's purse. The realm is not high, but the authority is great.

For such a sect, no matter how small the number of people is, no one dares to underestimate it.

At the front of the team, the deputy sect master stood beside the sect leader, "Sir, sect master, as long as we get rid of that white-dressed man in Luzhou, Beiju, we will be the sect with the smallest number of people! Are you not moved?"

Seeing that the sect master was unmoved, Lu Tai continued to persuade, "I heard that he has just entered the Ascension Realm a few days ago. It doesn't matter that Bai Shang is a sword cultivator. After all, the realm is unstable. Just a big group of us rushed forward in a noisy manner. Bai Dajian The immortal is in a state of chaos? If his Taoist mind is confused, Brother Xinxin slams his fist down, and Lu Zhanglu follows up with another Taoist spell, and I can take advantage of the chaotic black tiger to dig out its heart and kill it with one blow..."

Although they had only known each other for a short time, Anonymous still admired Lu Tai's shamelessness and lack of tone in his words. At the same time, Fenghai's magnanimity is getting stronger and stronger. How can I really tolerate someone who makes such noise in my ears every day? Not feeling upset?

Zhang Fenghai smiled and said, "You just need to turn a deaf ear to it. Over time, you will get used to it. If you don't talk to him, see if he can chatter a few thousand words at a time. Just treat it like listening to someone's story for free."

Anonymous smiled and nodded, "It's indeed a good idea."

Shi Xingyuan rolled his eyes and said, "Deputy Sect Master Lu, stop talking nonsense and talk more seriously."

Even when she is away from home and traveling across the world, the teacher still wears the same outfit as Bai Yujing Yanxia Cave. She is a dark-faced and slender woman. She has a wooden hairpin in her hair, a sarong skirt and cotton shoes, and she is like a woman who works in the countryside all year round. Like a young woman, walking among this majestic team of immortals, the master's palace looked very eye-catching.

Lu Tai complained: "Do you understand the rules of officialdom if you don't use a deputy when addressing an official position?"

The master had no choice but to speak to Zhang Fenghai in his heart: "Sect Master, why don't you make a sect rule and simply not allow Lu Tai to speak?"

Zhang Fenghai also turned a deaf ear.

Lu Tai coughed a few times, moistened his throat, and recounted some of the old stories, "In ancient times, gods and earth, the majesty of heaven was unfathomable, and a large number of witches appeared in the world. They They are responsible for entertaining the gods and offering praises to the gods. They are like interpreting the changes in the world and explaining the joys and sorrows of God to us. However, because our human race is too weak, we are always bullied by monsters. The tribes hunted and killed them wantonly and used them as food. In the early days, the human race had almost no power to fight back, resulting in a lack of incense. The gods of the old heaven felt that this was not possible. One of the gods of the thunder tribe, with the might of heaven, took the lead in coming to the world to kill. The corpses of those stubborn monsters are piling up in mountains, but this will only cure the symptoms but not the root cause."

"How to do it."

"Either simply kill all the monsters who eat people everywhere, or let the human race, which is worse than ants, be a little...bigger. In the Confucian scriptures of later generations, there are disputes between ancient and modern times, and there are also people, such as us. They all belong to the category of modern people. The old guys like the first ancestors of military strategists are well-deserved "ancients". The gods began to give us a strong skin and a little more soul. The one soul and two souls of the ancients are It has become the three souls and six souls of today’s people.”

Lu Bixia asked: "Isn't it three souls and seven souls?"

Lu Tai smiled and said: "The last soul was found by the Taoist priests in ancient times after going through a lot of hardships. It was not a gift from the gods."

Master Xingyuan suddenly said: "No wonder later generations came to the temple to offer incense, sometimes three, six, or nine times."

Lu Tai glared and said, "I didn't say that! Couldn't it be the calligraphy and painting seal, or one or three used to supplement Yang in odd numbers?"

Lu Tai hurriedly put his hands together, muttered something, and then said seriously: "The literati worked hard, the master taught himself, wrote books and biographies, they are all described as the fragrance of the heart."

When the word "hunting" was mentioned earlier, Lu Tai deliberately glanced sideways at Anonymous.

Lu Tai turned his head, looked at Li Huai, and asked with a smile: "If a long river of time is an incense burner, Li Huai, guess what the new incense is?"

Li Huai shook his head. He has never been good at guessing riddles and solving problems.

Hard work said: "Your seven souls are the incense burner, and your three souls are the incense."

After hearing such an incredible answer, Li Huai was shocked and couldn't help but wonder, what does "you" mean?

Lu Tai said with a smile: "The Taoist ancestor was the first to propose the way of heaven and the way of man. There is a word of 'consecration'. In this way, the gods in the ancient heaven are no longer the only orthodox way of heaven. 'The way of heaven', It seems that there is a prototype of the distinction between the old and the new. The paths of spiritual cultivation of Qigong practitioners, Taoist priests, scholars, and various schools of thought have the basis for the great path."

"There is a road."

"It's still a legitimate path. After that, the young master, our Lisheng, will connect the heaven and the earth and cast the Nine Cauldrons on the top of the mountain."

"Before that, how to breathe, eat, sleep, how to walk, why thinking occurs, where thoughts come from, where they go... and so on, the simplest questions have become the most difficult questions. Over time, Refining qi, if you think about it, is cultivating Taoism. During this period, of course, another spell fell like rain, and a group of ancient "Taoist priests" who practiced human form turned out to be even the golden ones. The bottleneck of the realm has also been broken. From then on, he became an immortal, traveled far and wide, resisted the breeze, rode on the clouds, and was taller than a bird. He went to the bright moon to enjoy the scenery, to the Sun Palace to hear the truth... Reaching the top of the mountain, reaching the third level of the end, full of energy, returning to true nature, reaching the divine state..."

Hearing this, Li Huai couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Does heaven not care?"

Lu Tai felt worried, "Guan, how could you not ignore it?"

"The ants are a little bigger, but they are still ants. The Taoist priests and warriors gathered together to keep warm, but they were still one ant nest in the earth. The gods came and killed the human world with blood flowing into rivers, and killed all the enlightened living beings to tremble. Don't dare to go beyond the thunder pool."

"Do you know how vast the territory of the human world was at that time? So much so that when gods came to the human world, they needed two ascension platforms as a road?"

"If we talk about martial arts and Taoism, they come from the same origin but have different currents..."

After all, every stick of incense smoke curling up in the human world is a divine way to the sky.

At this moment, Lu Tai's face turned pale as if he was struck by lightning, and he urgently warned: "No! There is an ambush!"

Anonymous couldn't help but feel a little nervous. After all, those who dare to come here to cause trouble are either fools looking for death, or first-rate strong players.

Yuan Ying was startled in the distance, Liu Qi smiled and said: "Really like this kind of person? Isn't it too unreliable?"

Yuan Ying saw her master's casual expression, she felt relieved, and said in her heart: "He is too pessimistic. I can't help but feel sorry for him when I see him."

Liu Qi nodded, "I recognize Lu Tai."

A tall and thin old man with a gaunt face and a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance appeared out of thin air on the road ahead, like the rich man and his escort porter.

Yuan Ying has two masters, and so does Lu Tai.

Lu Tai was not surprised at all. The appearance of the two preachers was a matter of course, and it was only a matter of time.

There are only a handful of people on the mountain who can be identified by their surnames.

Zou, count as one.

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Jiang She never changed his pure true energy.

From beginning to end, Chen Pingan had no power to fight back.

Countless golden blood scattered on the ground, making the ruins of an ancient battlefield full of vitality. First there were mountains and rivers, then there were city passes, and then there were all kinds of streets, just like a vivid picture of the world. As long as "all kinds of people" settled in, the country would have a master and it would really come alive.

The only flaw in the ointment, a slight flaw in the white jade, was that more than 70 crisscrossing "ropes" were stretched out between heaven and earth, all of which were fists that lasted for a long time, like iron wires cutting this soft world.

Jiang She just frowned slightly, already looking high enough for this person, but it seemed that he was more difficult than expected? The quick battle that was envisioned before was unlikely to succeed?

He looked at the long sword with the corner of his eye.

Whether the old sword hanging on the stone arch bridge in Lizhu Cave Heaven was the manifestation of the sword spirit of the sword holder, or the true body of the sword holder who was one of the five supremes, it was actually not that important.

All things are difficult at the beginning. As long as you make a contract with it, this is a road to heaven that is destined not to be abandoned halfway.

As a native kiln worker apprentice, Chen Pingan got this opportunity. In the future, on the road of cultivation, the real benefits that this sword gave to the owner of the contract were too few, too few.

Jiang She founded the military family. One of the roots of the great way is that everything should be controlled at will and turned into one's own use.

Failure to make full use of a "sword spirit" is simply a waste of heaven's gift.

A poor family that can't even afford to eat has a stationery worth a million gold, which is used as a decoration year after year. Why? Go hungry every day and feast your eyes?

In Jiang She's view, perhaps it was the two senior brothers in the literary sage tradition, Qi Jingchun and Cui Luo, who seemed to have a disagreement. They each held one end and the great way was against each other. It was extremely difficult to reconcile the knowledge of both sides.

Qi Jingchun, who persuaded the "Sword Spirit" to recognize the master, was a pure scholar who read the books of sages. Therefore, he did not want Chen Pingan to be infiltrated by external things and his nature too much. He wanted Chen Pingan to deliberately keep a distance from the Sword Spirit and make a sixty-year agreement to let the latter have more responsibilities. It is an invisible amulet. It does not need to appear. It is just used to deter a small group of mountain-top monks from relying on their realm and cultivation and acting recklessly. Who dares to break the rules, be careful that even the rules of the world will be gone.

In this process, of course, there are those who do not believe in evil and are ready to move, so the ancestor of the revival of the Tongye Sect in the Ascension Realm has become a ready-made example to remind the people behind the scenes.

You must know that even Du Mao's immortal transformation is still the private property of Luopu Mountain. How could the monks of the Tongye Sect's ancestral hall know the inside story of this matter, and who dares to say anything?

Anyone who knows a little about Luopu Mountain and Chen Shanzhu will know why Chen Pingan has always refused to call Qi Jingchun his uncle and has always respectfully called him Mr. Qi.

Qi Jingchun is like a well-read private school teacher in a scholarly family, teaching a certain child the skills of studying and making art in that scholarly family. What the former taught and what the latter learned were all aimed at becoming a saint. Suddenly one day, the older boy said he didn't want to study anymore, ran to the mountains, became a bandit, and rose up, saying that he wanted to usurp the throne and become the emperor himself.

Because everyone knew how much Qi Jingchun influenced Chen Pingan, Jiang She felt extremely awkward when he heard Chen Pingan's bold words of "establishing a religion and claiming to be the ancestor".

If it was Cao Ci, who was also young, who said such "rebellious words", Jiang She would not feel anything, at most he would be slightly surprised.

Cui Luo advocated practical learning and mixed hundreds of schools of thought into one furnace. A book lake forced Chen Pingan to lose his golden literary courage. Not to mention reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, even if he read millions of books, traveled through several worlds, and traveled through the entire world, he still completely lost the possibility of cultivating a natal character. Later, in the Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Pingan merged half of the Sword Qi Great Wall, and completely lost the opportunity to travel far away with the Yin God and produce the Yang God.

The key is that Cui Luo's attitude towards Chen Pingan is always like some official comments on the Beijing Inspection Plan, that his ability is too low, his qualifications are too poor, his Tao heart is fragile, and he is not worth using.

When the truth comes out, what Cui Luo and Qi Jingchun did, are all just a trick?

In the field of vision, Chen Pingan returned to his original appearance, as if he had guessed what Jiang She was thinking. Chen Pingan smiled and said, "You may have made a mistake. In our Wensheng lineage, the one with the worst temper is Mr. Qi. In fact, the one with the best character and patience is Senior Brother Cui."

"For example, the division of Zhengyang Mountain is a little bit of knowledge I learned from Senior Brother Cui. After the success of the sword-asking Zhengyang Mountain, a monument must be erected, which is what I learned from Mr. Qi."

As he walked and talked, the mountains and rivers melted one by one like flowing water, merging with the owner.

Jiang She has really seen too many magical powers, so he is not surprised by this. It is okay. Chen Pingan's method is not too scary. Although it does not consume Taoism and spiritual energy, it does consume mental energy.

"Don't you think there are still too few opportunities to fight with the martial arts master in this life? I will let you eat until you vomit."

"Pei Bei, Zhang Tiaoxia, Li Er, Song Changjing, Wu Shu, Ye Yunyun, Wang Fushu, these few limits, let them and you each perform a few punches at their peak, is that enough?"

The warriors who had been "named" by Jiang She and ordered out one by one formed a horizontal line between him and Chen Ping'an.

Just like that battlefield, with spears and halberds, they are dignified and invincible. Formation is formed at the end of the line, there is a wave of tide, and thousands of horses are ready for change.

Chen Pingan seemed to be waiting for this scene to appear.

Exhale gently, calm down your mind, and start running forward.

Jiang She didn't get the truth from the "Sword Holder", and was quite curious about it, so he had to ask: "Chen Qing is not a stingy person. You have done so many things for him, and you are from the Great Wall of Sword Qi." Half a son-in-law, Chen Qing always owes money, wine, swords, everything, but refuses to owe favors. You are a junior who is attracted to you, so he should express this gift no matter what. , it is definitely not thin, why do you think you are not ready to die, how much more should you hide it, lest Bai Yujing's gang of fortune tellers take away the secret, and the next time Wenjian is really invincible, he loses the advantage? "

Speaking of the words "truly invincible", Jiang She laughed to himself, "True invincible, what a good slogan. Why didn't Bai Jing grab it?"

At this moment, Chen Ping'an naturally had no time to distract himself from answering this question.

Just because Jiang She ordered more "Endless Warriors" to be created, the top heroes of all eras are all world-famous martial arts masters, each with his or her own invincibility.

Any punch they make is perfect and perfect.

Coincidentally, Jiang She only expended a little energy and did not need to mobilize even a trace of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Jiang She looked at the exhausted figure on the battlefield, and the more he looked at it, the more boring he felt, "Practice martial arts and boxing. In the end, you just get a body and a turtle shell. But one or two punches are your own." ?”

"I'm afraid of making mistakes by following the rules. I just follow the footsteps of my predecessors, but it saves worry and effort. How dare I wish to surpass Cao Ci?"

Jiang She saw that Chen Ping'an had half of his cheek knocked off with a punch from "Pei Bei", and his neck was almost broken by a mountaintop warrior from wild history...

Jiang She shook his head and lost his patience, "You, Chen Ping'an, dare to hope to kill Jiang She and falsely claim to establish a religion and claim to be your ancestor?!"

After all, every Zijing martial artist only delivers the heaviest and most powerful punches in his life, giving Chen Pingan, who is surrounded by danger, some chance to breathe and breathe.

It seems that the boy is quite tough, and he can vaguely hear a few words in his hometown dialect.

Jiang She smiled and said: "Boy, show off your skills in front of me. Do you know what this is called? This is called..."

"Recognize your ancestors and return to your clan!"

On the other side of the battlefield, the dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun, and all the martial arts figures gradually disappeared. Various fist intentions gathered and intertwined, and they had already condensed into a substance as thick as water.

Is it to be said that Chen Ping'an wanted to sharpen his martial arts by taking the boxing, and take the opportunity to break the bottleneck of the level of cessation and return to true nature? In the midst of a life-and-death battle, with a dispute over the avenues, how dare you be so pretentious? Jiang She didn't know when he had changed his position. With a solemn look on his face, he gently raised the spear to "break the formation." People and things have not fought bravely for thousands of years. Looking at the mustard seed figure in the distance, the ancestor of the military strategist seemed to be disappointed. Jiang She held a spear and walked slowly forward towards the increasingly clear battlefield. He said with an indifferent expression: "There is no hero who becomes famous. I don’t know how high the sky is.”