Sword of Coming

In the last 2 days of training, the barefoot old man’s shots have become more and more fierce. Although Chen Ping is no longer allowed to do the cruel behavior of skinning cramps, he uses Deity Beating Drums Form to hit Chen Ping’s body or Divine Soul with a punch. , Layer upon layer, really made Chen Ping wish one were dead.

The girl in the pink skirt outside the bamboo house eats melon seeds, absent-minded, and even knocks her mouth without knowing it. As for the azure clothed little boy who sits on the cliff by the azure clothed little boy of the cultivation, he always expresses the grave, because he has to rely on his innate strong body. , Desperately digesting the superb Snake Gallstone in the abdomen, and condensing the mind, trying not to be disturbed by the grotesque movement of the bamboo house, even this Yujiang Water Snake doesn’t know it, it’s actually a mental effort The great opportunity of all repairs is both Qi Refining and Qi Refining, within the body. The scene of Qi Refining, such as the mainstay of the river being hit by the big water, can be met.

Occasionally, the girl in the pink skirt is really fidgeting, she will reach out and touch the bamboo house. Although the text written by the Confucian scholar Li Xisheng did not appear on the wall of the bamboo house, she kept it all in her heart. The content of the text and even the outline of the strokes were clear. 2 Chu, she couldn’t hold back the wailing of her own Lord upstairs or the sound of hitting the wall, so she would force herself to silently recite the poems on the wall.

This is also cultivation.

Regarding Snake Gallstone, the more is naturally the better. It is the dream treasure of all the dragons in the world, but it also adheres to the potential rules of Shouyi’s “100000000 1”.

Wei Bo leaked the secret of this, and explained the reason for it to two Little Brat. The first high-quality Snake Gallstone to help break the border can be digested by the hybrid hybrids of the genus of dragons in about a year. Fire Python girl physique It is not strong, it takes a little longer, and it may take ten 2-3 months. On the other hand, azure clothed little boy only takes half a year, but the second one is not so easy. It takes ten years to devour the third one. After 4 years of water milling, the fourth one is 2 years long, and the fifth one takes 3 years!In fact, whether there is the fifth Snake Gallstone with excellent quality is of little significance, and it is not the icing on the cake, at most it is a rare collection that’s all in the family property treasury.

So before the azure clothed little boy held 3 good Snake Gallstones in his hand, he turned his head and began to covet the ordinary Snake Gallstone. There is no guarantee of breaking the boundary, but he can accumulate the cultivation base for ten years and ten years, and continue to consolidate the thickness of the current realm. Things will rise to the cultivation base, crunchy and crisp, isn’t it beautiful?At that time, the azure clothed little boy was thinking that I would lie down and enjoy the blessing, basking in the sun and watching the wind and snow every day, so that the realm can climb, how pleasant!

It wasn’t until Chen Ping practiced boxing in the bamboo house that the azure clothed little boy changed his mind and immersed himself in cultivating. For the Yujiang Water Snake, who has a sinew and an intestine, the idea is not complicated. He doesn’t want to see everyone get punched Killed, and I don’t want to be surpassed by Chen Ping’s mud-legged Lord. How shameless?

Heaven and Earth is big, our heroes and heroes, the greatest face!

In the bamboo house, the barefoot old man with arms around his chest, overlooking the young man curled up on the ground, his muscles all over his body was sore that the sound of soybeans bursting, the old man first hit the Deity Beating Drums Form with top 20 8 and hit Chen Ping 2 18 On the gate of Qi Palace, Chen Ping was dying and bleak.

The old man said with a sneer: “It’s only 28 punches, just like a dead man. It’s really unbearable to look at! If you can’t hold 30 punches, this Third Realm is not the strongest Third Realm in the world!”

Chen Ping, who is covered in blood-reeking qi, can’t even care about it. He relied on the Breathing Technique taught by Old Head Yang and the True Qi that he found within the body that looked like a fire dragon. In addition, Ah Liang said it’s “numerous Swords”. Immortal’s “Eighteen Stops” method of luck, together with the three, was able to grit his teeth and withstand the old man’s 3 punches.

The old man kicked out and kicked Chen Ping’s back. Chen Ping hit the wall and fell heavily to the ground. The Qi Sea, which had finally stabilized, had lost all of his previous work and made waves again. Chen Ping was lying on the ground. It’s like a goat.

The old man said with a big smile: “A pure Martial Artist who wants to stand on top of the mountains, what does it depend on? Just take a breath, and forcibly consume those Qi Refiners who can arbitrarily borrow Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi! Your breath , If you suffer a little bit, you will lose the ability to punch, and you still want to shrink up to heal and breathe? Will the person who punched you give you this opportunity? So the breath that you accumulated from Chen Ping is still far away not enough!”

Little bitter.

Chen Ping, with a bloodstained face, could not say a word to refute.

Although the old man’s mouth is vicious and he can do his best to sarcasm, but if you have had the Martial Dao Great Grandmaster in the Life and Death Battle with the old man, or the Divine Immortal on the mountain where Old Yu was hit hard or killed, you will definitely feel incredible. In addition to Heavenspan, the famous eyes high above the top.

At the time of Peak, as Eastern Aquarius Continent only one Tenth Realm Martial Artist, with only a pair of Fleshy body and a pair of fists, it crossed 3 continents!Before punching, the old man did not report his name. After punching, he did not report his identity. He came and hurried and left after a fight. He accidentally killed someone. The disciples and grandchildren have the courage and ability, so just look for him. Vengeance is, let you be ten people for 100 years to siege, let your magic weapons be repeated and counted, he will take it with two fists!

At that time, Sanzhou only knew about the wacky Wu Mingshi Deity, and rarely showed respect to defeated. Even if it was an evenly matched opponent, the old man didn’t take it seriously, and he never even thought of accepting disciples.

This Unrestrained Mountain bamboo house has a great mystery. The old man surnamed Cui was able to wake up for an hour a day, and now he returns to Peak step by step and can keep his mind clear for half of the time.The grandfather of the Great Li Dynasty Imperial Teacher Cui Chan, after falling to the bottom of Peak, has completely lost his affection for the family. Because of his grandson, he was heartbroken by the family’s bastard, who had become inflamed by the family, and he had no feelings for Burning Incense. Now I’m in Unrestrained Mountain, staying in the bamboo house every day, standing on the 2nd floor from time to time and looking at the mountains and rivers. The old people start to like such a clean place, not only bamboo house is its own blessed land.

Wei Bo walked outside the bamboo house and just heard the old man angry roar, “Chen Ping, what’s going on lying down! If you can’t stand up, you have to get up!”

“Do you know that the old man traveled far in his life, punched and killed countless people, who was the only person he respected?!”

“It’s an Eighth Realm Martial Artist whose name I forget now. When this person was about to die, the old man stepped on the front door. Before he died, the Eighth Realm Martial Artist raised his fist and handed it to the old man. The last punch of the birth level, even if the punch is weaker than the childish woman, but that punch is for all Tenth Realm Martial Artists in the world, and even the legendary Eleventh Realm Martial God, should be respected and admired. Punch!”

“That punch is the real magic of my generation Martial Artist!”

peng~ peng~ peng~ There was a burst of violent impact. It was obvious that Chen Ping had finally gotten up and hit the wall again and again.

“Chen Ping, come again! This pain is a fart, if you are a man with a handle, stand up and take another punch…”

The old man was quiet for a while, and then suddenly furious, foul-mouthed, and a lot of cursing words, which were actually learned from Mud Bottle Alley.

It turned out that Chen Ping’s heartstrings almost broke.

It’s too late.

Chen Ping was unwilling to admit defeat. He not only relied on that tone to support himself, but even unintentionally used illusory’s “spirit”. After being punched by the old man, his mind fell together. It was the real line between life and death. The first time an accident occurred after the old man taught boxing.

The reluctant old man had already squatted down, and hurriedly covered the young man’s heart with a palm, looking down, it was the young man’s dark face that was so painful that he was distorted, and the young man’s arm on his chest, his fists clenched, pure It is a subconsciously instinctive action.

The old man stretched out his other hand and gently held the young boy’s fist with its cracked skin and bare bones, unprecedented with a touch of kindness, and softly said with a smile: “Boy, that’s good. The fist is on the lower part, and the fist’s intention is empty. At high places, deep in the heart, you have reached the real Martial Dao.”

Only at this moment, I don’t know if it was in a dream or in a daze, Chen Ping muttered swear words.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and instead smiled without anger, “Smelly boy.”

—-

On the 2nd day, Chen Ping forcibly passed out after 29 punches.

The first thing after waking up, Chen Ping walked to the second floor with difficulty and asked, “The next 2 punches, will I be beaten to death by you?”

The old man eyes opened in the house, “No.”

Then Chen Ping stood under the eaves of the 2nd floor and began to foul-mouthed. Gu Can, his mother, used to be called the Number One Person in the small town, so scolded that even Apricot Blossoms Alley Granny Ma had to go home to sum up his experience. After learning the lesson, he was still Repeated battles and defeats.Then Chen Ping, as a guy who often listens to scolding wars, is so fascinated that he really wants to open up scolding, and of course his skill is not bad.

After practicing boxing tomorrow, there must be no chance to curse.

I will scold it today.

Anyway, the suffering that should be suffered, the sins that shouldn’t be suffered, are all fed up, and Old Guy is impossible to beat himself to death, then what is Chen Ping afraid of.

Without cursing, Chen Ping is really afraid of suffocating himself to death. He hasn’t practiced his punches, so he will burn himself to death. This is not good!

The old man didn’t care about it at all.

In fact, this is a good thing.

Because precisely this is the important meaning of boxing.

Mud Bottle Alley has accumulated too many emotional impurities, just like the rubbish swept at the foot of the wall by Chen Ping himself little by little, no more, no less, no obstacle to the mood, because “the eyes are not upset”, but once In the future, Martial Dao will continue to climb higher, so this flaw will continue to be magnified. At the time of 2 Third Realm, the old man used various fist Magical Powers to beat it, which can be removed relatively easily. If it is Martial between 6 and 7 The Dao threshold, or the 90th-century moat, if you want to go back and remove it, it will be as difficult as heavenly ascension.

But the old man is not Mud Bodhisattva. Where can he stand the endless curse, shouted angrily: “Fuck off, stop talking nonsense, I will kill you now.”

Chen Ping laughed and left, very satisfied.

The old man laughed and cursed in the house: “When I was a child, it was really like Han Yan.”

At this point, the old man was in a trance.

When I was a child, for Xun Yan, did he be a grandfather too harsh and ruthless, too spoil things through excessive enthusiasm?

The third sage of Confucianism, there was a famous saying that has been circulated in the world, “At the beginning of man, the nature is good, the nature is similar, and the habits are distant.”

The old man is sighed.

He had personally experienced the thrilling 3-4 battle, and how it ended up is what it looks like now.This is because the old man did not get involved deeply.

He once visited the Great Nameless Mountain once, and met a Scholar Garments Old Man. The morning sun was rising. The old man was walking around the mountain, slowly stretching his muscles and bones, as if he was drawing a circle, but with him Tenth Realm Martial Artist From my perspective, it can be seen that the elderly Scholar seems to be spinning in place, but in fact, every time he draws a circle, he expands slightly to the outside.

He curiously asked: “Old Mister why not step out?”

The old man Rushan smiled and replied, “If the rules are broken, that won’t work.”

After a long conversation, after that, he never saw the silhouette of the elderly Scholar again.

—-

On the 3rd day, before practicing boxing, the old man said with a smile to Chen Ping: “Since we have gained a firm foothold in Third Realm, let’s continue. The old man has solidified your Martial Dao in Fourth Realm. Yuanyou One thing, don’t delay the past few days.”

Chen Ping shook his head and said no. As long as Master Ruan succeeded in forging a sword, he must leave immediately.

The old man continued to entice Chen Ping to practice boxing, “Why did the old man hit Sun Shujian of Sixth Realm Peak with a punch in the Fifth Realm cultivation base before? It lies in the same realm, the worlds apart, so even the most difficult thing to cross the realm to kill? On Martial Dao Road, the old man can still easily kill Sun Shujian, who is one level higher, because his foundation is too loose.”

“For example, the imperial examination is also the Scholar who is among the palace exams. Why is there someone who is so noble that words cannot explain the champion Lang Tanhua Lang, and the rest are Jinshi, and even those pitiful Jinshi origins? That golden temple is a realm , But in the same realm, there is still a 3 6 9 class.”

“Chen Ping, you have to know, Martial Dao Third Realm Fourth Realm, there is a huge gap. It is no different from the last stage of Qi Refiner’s Lower Five Realms, and Middle Five Realms’ 1st Realm, there is a huge dividing line. There is no old man to help you build the foundation. You have suffered so much and the benefits are, you should know best. If you can break the Fourth Realm in a spurt of energy, just break the bottleneck, and then the Martial Dao road of Fourth Realm, Is it flat land one could gallop straight across, isn’t it happy?”

Chen Ping without the slightest hesitation, still shaking his head.

Since Old Head Yang said that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, if you get the sword, you must leave the mountain and go south, Chen Ping will never delay an incense stick of time.

In fact, deep in one’s heart, Chen Ping is still a little trembling in fear for the practice of boxing on Third Realm, saying that it is self-deception.

The old man nodded, “It’s a good thing to stand up to temptation. Sun Shujian and his like, talents are not bad, but the people who died in the middle, countless, died on the word greed. Then today old man will make an exception to reward you. , Replace 2 punches with 30 punches. Don’t worry, it’s safe to keep the Third Realm firmly firm. You don’t need to be grateful to the old man, who made you the Mister of Yan Hong…

On the surface, the old man was amiable, but the murderous-looking in his words was deeply chilling. Does Chen Ping know?

Yesterday, when I scolded someone, I was so full of my scolding, but today I will get retribution?

As a result, after 31 punches, Chen Ping slept in a large medicine bucket for a day, and then slept dimly on the bed all night.

At dawn, Chen Ping walked out of the house, Wei Bo and 2 Little Brat were sitting under the eaves.

After seeing Chen Ping, Wei Bo sat on the bamboo chair, raised his head, cup one fist in the other hand with both hands, and exclaimed: “Congratulations.”

Chen Ping cup one fist in the other hand, said with a bitter smile: “It’s hard to say a word.”

The girl in the pink skirt gave the bamboo chair to her own Lord. After Wei Bo lowered her voice at Chen Ping, “Ruan Qiong will start the stove in these two days. Before chatting with the snake, I heard that you want to buy a Nurturing Sword Gourd. Then I’ll make a good proposition. If the Great Li Dynasty Imperial Court was originally a mountain top as a gift, the 2 magic treasures were converted, but only a bottle gourd, Chen Ping. If you feel a loss, you can change it. Continue to accept the original 5 magic weapons of the Great Li Dynasty.”

The girl in the pink skirt winked with the azure clothed little boy, persuading Chen Ping not to be blinded by lard, and take one of 5.

Chen Ping said with a smile: “Of course I want that Nurturing Sword Gourd.”

Wei Bo laughed heartily and waved his sleeve. In an instant, a small bottle gourd of vermilion was held in the palm of his hand.

Compared with the silver small bottle gourd hanging on the waist of Ah Liang, it is slightly smaller, with a warm color and simple style, which makes people fall in love at first sight.

Chen Ping’s face was full of surprise, and cautiously picked up the vermilion bottle gourd with both hands, widened his eyes, and looked closer.

Wei Bo explained with a smile: “This Nurturing Sword Gourd can only be considered a medium-quality reed. It can’t be considered a real Divine Immortal object, but it is already very rare. After all, it is in Eastern Aquarius Continent and cannot be compared to a sword cultivator. Entirely Reed Continent, but even if you take Entirely Reed Continent, this small bottle gourd can make the sword cultivator of Middle Five Realms covet 3 feet.”

Wei Bo pointed to the bottom of the small bottle gourd, “The base is’Ginger Pot’, which is a homonym to the rivers and lakes that walk the rivers and lakes. It is quite fun, and most of it is a treasured relic of a surnamed Jiang sword cultivator. like or not?”

Chen Ping smiled so much that it was a happy one, and hurriedly replied: “I like it! How can I not like it! Nurturing Sword Gourd!”

The girl in the pink skirt covered her mouth and laughed, azure clothed little boy rolled the eyes, and slapped her forehead.

Well, the key is to know the goods. Knowing the value of Nurturing Sword Gourd is invaluable. That’s why I am so happy. Lord’s habit of money fans really cannot be changed.

Chen Ping suddenly asked: “Can you hold wine?”

Wei Bo nodded said with a smile: “Naturally, it’s okay. It’s okay to put more than a dozen catties of wine, and it doesn’t hinder the warming of Flying Sword, but remember that in Nurturing Sword Gourd, you can’t warm your Flying Sword, and don’t pay attention to it. What the more the better, otherwise it will delay the process of raising swords, it is best to raise 2 or 3 at the same time…”

Speaking of this, Wei Bo laughed at himself: “It would be scary enough to be able to warm up 2 Flying Swords at the same time. Let’s not talk about the chance of getting a good Flying Sword, which requires much financial and material resources.”

Chen Ping wrote down silently.

Then sou sou 2, the first year of the real name “Little Necropolis”, and the dark-green “Fifteen” that Old Head Yang exchanged for Chen Ping, one after the other skimmed out of Chen Ping 2 Qi Palace, and disappeared. The Nurturing Sword Gourd that ran into the vermilion, the Flying Sword with 2 handles seemed to be extremely happy, running around in 4 of them, constantly bumping into the inner wall of the bottle gourd, so that the small bottle gourd shook slightly in the hands of Chen Ping.

Wei Bo’s eyes widened, only to feel that there was no face, and shook his head helplessly: “Well, when I said nothing.”

azure clothed little boy Yu You Rongyan hummed angrily: “Do you know that Lord has strong financial resources?”

Wei Bo didn’t care about this little snake, happily said, “I know, I know.”

Wei Bo finally said with a smile: “By the way, the bottle gourd is filled with wine. Just the amount of wine you Chen Ping. Just drink.”

After Wei Bo left, Chen Ping sat on the side of the cliff with a bamboo chair, sipping wine alone.

The girl in the pink skirt wanted to follow, but the azure clothed little boy grabbed his arm and shook his head to signal not to join in the fun.

Chen Ping leaned on the back of the chair comfortably, his legs straightened, and his hands held the small bottle gourd that was temporarily used as a hip flask. After a few sips of wine, he felt hot cheeks and hot throat, and the whole person was warmed up. .

Chen Ping looked to the far south, full of longing.

It seems that the mountains and rivers over there are the rivers and lakes of Nurturing Sword Gourd.

This is a life Chen Ping never imagined.

It’s great to be alive and still alive.

—-

After Mud Bottle Alley’s orphans and parents died, they were most difficult when they were 5 to 7 years old.

Sometimes when the intestines get knotted, they are so hungry that they can’t wait to plow the dirt to eat. When eating, Mud Bottle Alley is surrounded by households cooking smoke, even if they just walk in the alley, the child can smell it. Those tempting meals are fragrant with coriander, and the child is wearing the clothes left by his parents, and he is cut into a size that he can wear. He can’t throw away the corners and corners, and accumulate one by one.

It was the first time that a child ate food from someone else’s family. After the family property was exhausted, everything that could be sold at home was sold. A 6-year-old child was unable to go up the mountain to collect medicine to earn some copper during a big winter, and completely lost his livelihood , And unwilling to steal, hungry and cold, like a small solitary soul, unbound ghost, walking in the alley, from one end to the other, until the twilight, when the smoke rises, the child fundamentally I don’t know how to survive.

Some kind people said Little Ping before, go to my house for dinner. Child always smiles and says no, there is still rice at home.Then he ran away quickly.

But that day, the child really had nothing. He went to the Yang Family Shop during the day and wanted to pay the old man on credit. The old man simply didn’t want to see him.

Then in that twilight, the child felt wronged and wondered if anyone would see him, would he smile and say, Little Ping, come in for dinner.

But that day, no one opened the door, the door was closed, there were happy laughter and cheerful voices inside, and there was foul-mouthed.

The child finally returned to his yard hungry, lying on the icy bed with thin bedding, and silently telling himself that he was not hungry or hungry, and he would not be hungry when he fell asleep.