Chapter 3405: ​​Ambition of Kingship and Iron Will

Chenchen Pharmacy was sitting outside the door, with a stern expression on his face. Even when facing his junior brother, he didn't even smile. He was like a cold stone, stern and solemn, making people afraid to approach him.

Pei Qian, who was like a little black coal, jumped up and sat on the threshold. He stared at the left and right curiously, his eyes rolling, as if he judged that the master uncle on the left and right would not dislike him. She came up to him and said with a smile.

"Uncle Master, I heard from Master that you are a rare great swordsman in the world. Isn't that very powerful and majestic?"

The left and right sword eyes were cold, staring at his nephew, with a faint smile on his face. Although he had seen many innate sword embryos, they were not as good as the Pei Qian in front of him.

Pei Qian has the sun and moon in his eyes, can see people's hearts, and has amazing talents. In the eyes of martial artists, he is a martial arts genius; in the eyes of sword immortals, he is a swordsman embryo; in the eyes of Taoists, he is also a spiritual genius. His qualifications are beyond the scope of the five elements, and he can be regarded as a master. A rare martial arts embryo in the world.

Among the people he had seen in his life, perhaps only Ning Yao, who was born as a swordsman and had a clear sword heart, could surpass Pei Qian in his innate bones. As for Zhou Jue, that is a different matter. Zhou Jue’s qualifications are not in his bones, but in his wisdom and mind. His sword heart is clear and spotless. He is a being who only comes across in the sword cultivator lineage for thousands of years. He will definitely serve as a sword cultivator for the world in the future. Create a new peak and become a sage in the lineage of sword cultivators.

"It is indeed powerful and majestic!"

There is no humility on either side, and he is not a humble person. In other words, no sword cultivator in the world knows how to be humble. Being unruly and naturally arrogant refers to swordsmanship.

"Uncle, you are so powerful, can you teach me how to practice swordsmanship? I am very qualified. I have killed and subdued countless Shanze monsters with my own crazy swordsmanship!"

Pei Qian was in high spirits and high spirits, holding her little head high, with a beaming look that made people laugh. She killed the gadfly with her crazy sword skills, kicked the toad away on the mountain road, and caught the native dog whose head she held down. The hares living there are all regarded as spiritually enlightened spiritual beings.

He looked at the little charcoal-like girl suspiciously, his expression unchanged, but he was muttering in his heart, this black girl is beyond recognition, she can brag better than A Liang!

"Have you ever learned swordsmanship?"

There was a bit of uncertainty in the left and right's tone. He did not sense the existence of the sword energy from Pei Qian's body, and he also saw that this little black girl had not yet stretched her muscles and bones, and she had clearly not practiced boxing.

Pei Qian has struggled for life since she was a child and has a naughty personality. If she hadn't met Chen Ping'an, who changed her destiny, no one knows whether this little girl would have been on the wrong track. She is very thick-skinned, and when faced with doubts from left and right, she showed Unhappy, he frowned and continued.

"Master uncle, this is your fault! I, Pei Qian, am a born swordsman and a genius in martial arts. I don't need to learn anything to create the world's first-class crazy swordsmanship. Moreover, I have recently been inspired to prepare for these two days. If you create your own set of crazy magic boxing techniques, you will definitely be able to beat all the invincible opponents in the world and become the number one in martial arts!"

Everyone who heard Pei Qian's bold words could not help but twitch the corners of his eyes, even though he had a steady sword and a well-informed mind, he was shocked by the shamelessness of the little girl in front of him.

"Yes, yes, he is indeed my nephew, he has ambition!"

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. At a young age, Pei Qian believed that the crazy magic boxing technique he was about to create could defeat invincible opponents in the world. He was even more arrogant than the blue-shirted swordsman on top of the sword energy city. , It’s really like a toad yawning, the tone is so loud that it’s boundless!

The smiles on the left and right faces became brighter and brighter. He did not expect that the boring junior brother could actually accept such an interesting first disciple. The master and apprentice had completely opposite personalities, which endeared him very much.

Pei Qian seemed to be inspired, his thick eyebrows raised, his little head held high, a look of pride on his face, he reached out and patted the left and right shoulders sitting on the small bench, making bold remarks.

"Yes, I, Pei Qian, just want to read the thinnest books, eat the most expensive dishes, scold the worst people, and beat the wildest dogs!"

The white-clothed swordsman's eyes became a little weird, his face twitched a few times, and he remained silent. His eyes glanced at the small hand on his shoulder, and the blue shirt appeared in his mind again, and the other party was mocking him. His sword skills can only reach his shoulders!

Pei Qian held his head high and glanced at the left and right without waiting for his approval. He felt that he could add one more sentence to shock the great uncle even more.

"One more to poke the biggest hornet's nest!"

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, looked at the little girl who was waiting for praise, took a deep breath, and said in an inexplicable tone.

"At such a young age, he has such ambitions to be a king. It's amazing!"

Pei Qian grinned at the great uncle, extended his thumb, and praised him.

"Uncle Master, you are worthy of being a Great Sword Immortal. You are indeed very discerning!"

Chen Ping'an walked out of the shop and almost choked to death when he heard Pei Qian mention his great ideals and aspirations again. He couldn't help rolling his eyes and showing a helpless smile.

"Senior Brother Left and Right, this girl is troubling you!"

Chen Pingan bowed his hands and saluted, glared at the little girl Pei Qian, and motioned for her to take away the little hand that fell on the shoulder of the sword fairy in white. He knew that his senior brother was very sensitive to his shoulders.

"Senior brother, Pei Qian hasn't started practicing martial arts yet. I wonder if you can help Pei Qian with his muscles and bones."

Chen Ping'an had no experience in teaching disciples, and his cognitive understanding of spiritual practice was still shallow. He wanted Zuo Zuo to teach Pei Qian the basics of spiritual practice and lay a solid foundation.

Chen Pingan practiced boxing in order to save his life. Zhou Jue tailored it and created a mountain-shaking boxing method for him. Pei Qian took a different path and needed to start from the most basic muscle-opening and bone-pulling techniques.

When Pei Qian heard this, he smiled from ear to ear. He finally officially became Master Chen Ping'an's first disciple, and no longer had to worry about being thrown away by him.

He didn't want to waste this good young talent like Pei Qian. He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and agreed to help Pei Qian lay the foundation for practice. He stood up from the small bench and motioned for Pei Qian to come to him and help him. She stretched her bones.

Pei Qian smiled brightly, revealing her white teeth, which made her skin color darker. Her eyes narrowed into two crescents. She was very happy, and she didn't realize what was going on.

He looked at Pei Qian from left to right, with a satisfied expression on his stern face. He is indeed a good young man who can practice boxing or swordsmanship. He should be able to achieve good results, and he is also qualified to become a literary saint. disciple.

Zuo Zuo did not use conventional means to help Pei Qian heal his muscles and bones. In order to help Pei Qian lay the most perfect foundation for cultivation, he prepared to use sword energy to temper his body, so that Pei Qian's potential could be maximized.

The swordsman in white slowly raised his right hand and stretched out a finger. There was a wave of sword energy on the fingertip. He looked at the black girl with a serious look and reminded him softly.

"Be patient, this sword energy tempering method is a bit painful, but it can lay the strongest foundation for you!"

Pei Qian considered himself Chen Ping'an's eldest disciple, a cold-blooded and ruthless man in the world, and a little pain was nothing. The great uncle reminded him, and he looked down on himself.

"Uncle, you can go ahead and do whatever you want. If I, Pei Qian, cry out in pain, I won't be a good man!"

Seeing how tough and heroic Pei Qian was, everyone in their hearts fell in love with this nephew even more. Their faces were full of joy, and they pointed their fingers on Pei Qian's eyebrows. An extremely sharp sword energy penetrated into the little girl's body, rushing and tearing her apart. Flesh was torn and bones were broken.

"ah!"

Pei Qian let out a loud cry from his mouth, his face was pale, beads of sweat on his forehead, and tears in his eyes were flowing down at the same time. There were snot bubbles hanging from the tip of his nose, which was dirty and miserable.

"It hurts so much!"

"Master, I never want to practice martial arts again!"

The black girl Pei Qian rolled on the ground in pain and hugged Chen Ping'an's calf. She cried and wiped away her tears. All her ambitions and ambitions disappeared at this moment.

The expressions on the left and right faces were stiff, and they looked at the little girl rolling on the ground in disbelief. With just this little bit of strength, she still wanted to practice boxing and swordsmanship, and become the best in martial arts.

"Brother, let's forget it, she can't bear the pain!"

Chen Ping'an was also dumbfounded. He didn't expect Pei Qian to be so weak. He patted his forehead and said helplessly.

He sighed, and with a slight flick of his fingers, the sword energy flew out and entered his body. Pei Qian stopped wailing and crying, and the atmosphere became awkward for a while.

"I'm already paying attention, so I won't be so exaggerated!"

"Whether you are practicing boxing or practicing swordsmanship, your character is extremely important. After all, she is not Zhou Jue, Ning Yao, or like you, my junior brother, who has a shallow character and may not be able to achieve greatness!"

He looked down at Pei Qian, whose black face was full of horror and fear. His face was wet with tears, and he kept wiping his tears with his little hands. He shook his head in disappointment, turned around and walked into the shop, his back showing some traces of... Loneliness.

Pei Qian got up from the ground, glanced up at Chen Pingan with a guilty conscience, and met the master's concerned gaze. As if he was frightened, he quickly lowered his head and spoke cautiously.

"Master, I can still copy books, five hundred words a day!"

Pei Qian originally hated reading and copying books, but she felt that she had just behaved very useless and was afraid of being abandoned by Chen Pingan, so she said this.

Chen Ping'an didn't agree with the comments about Pei Qian, but he deliberately said to the black-faced girl with a straight face.

"Not enough, a thousand words a day!"

When Pei Qian heard this, he showed hesitation on his face, but he still gritted his teeth and nodded, agreeing to copy a thousand words every day.

At this time, Chen Ping'an showed a smile on his face, reached out and touched the little girl's head, comforting her.

"If you don't practice martial arts, you won't practice martial arts. It doesn't matter! If you study harder in the future, you can still be successful."

Pei Qian breathed a sigh of relief, his worries completely gone. He jumped into the shop and chatted with Wei Xian, who was very nice to talk to.

Chen Pingan smiled and remembered for no reason that the way Pei Qian stood at the corner of the street that day was very similar to the way he went up the mountain to collect medicine when he was a child. At that time, he encountered a sudden heavy rain and the stream flooded, blocking the nearest path down the mountain. road , in order to rush home to take care of his mother, he gritted his teeth and tried to jump over, so he softened his heart a little. Not only was Pei Qian one of the few martial arts embryos in the world, he didn't think that Pei Qian would stop practicing martial arts. What a pity.

There is nothing wrong with children doing whatever they want, no matter how old they are. When Chen Ping'an was a child, he was squatting alone in a far place, watching his peers placing paper kites at the immortal grave, eating snacks, and wearing brand-new clothes. Don't you feel envious?

Of course not!

Didn't he, Chen Ping'an, cry when he was so weak that he could only pawn the remaining belongings of his parents in exchange for rice?

Of course not, the boy with straw sandals would secretly hide under the covers and cry hysterically, but he just didn't want others to see his vulnerable side.

Although these hardships in childhood are not necessarily all bad things, and getting through them is actually a kind of hardship. However, Chen Ping'an still hopes that there will be less hardships in the world, and he hopes that the people around him who care about him will go smoothly, at least not to die too young or too early. Face these.

It's just that in this world, it's most difficult to be satisfied. If you want to be safe, God may not agree.

Chen Pingan shook his head, threw these messy thoughts behind his mind, laughed, and walked into the shop.

In the next few days, Pei Qian copied a thousand words every day and became a little impatient. Although she couldn't bear the pain of pulling out muscles and bones and opening joints, she still wanted to practice martial arts, but she just needed the kind that didn't have to endure pain. .

Pei Qian first asked Wei Xian, who she had the best conversation with, for advice, but Wei Xian didn't like talking about these things and was so annoyed by her that he ran to the house, rolled up a quilt and fell asleep. The little girl was so angry that she carried the hiking The stick poked the bedclothes vigorously, but Old Wei still pretended to be dead and snored loudly.

There was no other way, so Pei Qian had no choice but to change his target and target Lu Baixiang, the second most well-connected person, and ask him for his knowledge of coaching martial arts.

The founder of the Demon Sect in the Lotus Blessed Land has a bookish air. He appears to be gentle, personable, and extremely patient. He is willing to teach Pei Qian how to practice martial arts.

Lu Baixiang frowned slightly, and first thought about the six-step walking routine that Chen Pingan often practiced on weekdays, and then imitated it. It was very freehand and full of charm.

"Teaching boxing does not teach footwork, but teaches footwork to hit the master. This is the fundamental principle of boxing. Among the four of us, when it comes to airs, Zhu Lian is the most open and close, and is the most consistent with the term "freedom of movement."

Lu Baixiang is a very good teacher with great patience. After he completed the six-step walk, he lightly punched the air and turned to give instructions to Pei Qian, who looked serious.

"You can only be half asleep and half awake by pushing yourself hard from all sides. When there is any movement, your hair will vibrate like a halberd or a fist."

Lu Baixiang's legs lifted off the ground, like two iron whips, and he kicked them out repeatedly. There were a series of explosions in the air, and he landed floating on the ground and continued.

"The human spine is like the dragon veins of heaven and earth, so there is a saying in martial arts that there is a school dragon. It is not a profound truth, but it is very crucial. The spine runs through each section, like a dragon shaking its body, exerting force in an instant, and a breath of pure Qi suddenly flows. The meridians of the Mansion are hundreds of miles away, even thousands of miles away, stimulating the blood of the skin, flesh, muscles, bones and blood all over the body, and each attack is naturally powerful. "

Lu Baixiang stopped his demonstration, looked at Pei Qian with gentle eyes, and asked with a smile.

"Can you understand? If you don't understand, I can break it down and explain it to you in detail."

Pei Qian is indeed one of the rare martial arts embryos in the world, with extraordinary understanding, like a chicken pecking at rice, he nodded repeatedly and answered.

"I understand such simple things!"

"It's just that I don't want to learn to walk!"

Lu Baixiang smiled, shook his head gently, and taught patiently.

“How can you learn to run or fly if you don’t learn to walk first?”

Pei Qian didn't want to hear this. She just wanted to learn to fly directly without having to endure hardships. It would be easy to do it in one step. She glanced at the narrow knife Zingxue on Lu Baixiang's waist and said matter-of-factly.

"But I just want to learn the most powerful swordsmanship, but if it doesn't work out, my swordsmanship is just okay."

Lu Baixiang sighed silently, turned to look at Chen Ping'an, who was standing quietly behind the two of them, and said slightly helplessly.

"I'm at my wits end."

Only then did Pei Qian notice Chen Ping'an behind him. Like a mouse seeing a cat, he immediately stood up straight, corrected his attitude, and hurriedly changed his words.

"Then learn to walk first!"

Zhu Lian, who was not far away, saw this and immediately laughed at him.

"I'm a tough guy, but I'll make money when the wind blows!"

The charcoal-like little girl immediately became furious, raised the hiking stick in her hand, pointed it at the old cook, and said angrily.

"Don't think that just because your cooking is delicious, you can talk nonsense. If you have the ability, come out and fight me!"

Naturally, Zhu Lianbao would not get used to Pei Qian's bad temper. He walked over, gearing up and responded without giving in.

"I don't believe in evil anymore. I have to compete with you today, otherwise you wouldn't know that I am the most skilled cook among the cooks in Chenchen Pharmacy."

"Okay, let's compete in copying books!"

Pei Qian was completely unafraid and upright. He stared at the old cook and said without changing his expression.

The old cook immediately stopped, took a deep look at Pei Qian, felt ashamed, turned around and backed away, and refused to care about the little girl.

Zuo Zuo also appeared here at some point. He sighed and said with great disappointment.

"Rotten wood cannot be carved!"

The old scholar often used this sentence to comment on his father. He didn't like to study. He was often angry and got into fits of rage. He was often slapped on the head.

Chen Ping'an was not disappointed with Pei Qian. He took one step forward and walked to the field. In front of Pei Qian, he walked slowly with six steps and used his hands to express the Mountain Shaking Fist.

The walking stance has nothing to do with one's state of cultivation. Chen Ping'an was only a fifth-level martial artist at this time, but he had a fisting intention that was pure and concise, capable of shaking mountains, and his movements were smooth and flowing, giving people a natural feeling.

Although Pei Qian has not practiced boxing yet, he still feels that his master's stance is more interesting, which is not comparable to that of Lu Baixiang.

Zhu Lian also showed a bit of surprise on his face, stroking his palms and praising.

"This fist is a bit heavy!"

Lu Baixiang also had a solemn look on his face, nodded in agreement with the old cook's evaluation, and said mockingly.

"I'm far inferior!"

Chen Pingan put away his fist and stood still, looking around, and said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Zuoyou, Sui Youyou, Wei Xian, it's your turn."

Sui Youyou was beautiful, cold and indifferent, standing in front of the window and watching silently. He turned away from the window and sat back at the table without commenting.

Wei Xian's head was still buried in the quilt, but he seemed to have seen Chen Pingan's stance and said in a muffled voice.

"Domineering, shaking the mountains!"

Zuoyou looked normal, with no expression on his cold face. He retracted his eyes, and unconsciously grasped the long sword at his waist with his right hand, and said lightly.

"The boxing is good, but the person is not!"

Zuoyou is a great cultivator of the fourteenth realm after all, and his realm and cultivation are far superior to everyone else. He has extraordinary knowledge and high vision. Although Chen Pingan's fist is pure, it is still too immature in his eyes and is nothing. However, he can feel that the mountain-shaking fist that Chen Pingan is practicing is extraordinary. He has cultivated to the perfect realm and is qualified to let him draw his sword.