Chapter 3426: Mayflies cannot understand the will of the sky, singing and dancing with swords will e

Zhou Jue turned his eyes, no longer paying attention to the young man with red moles, looked at Chen Pingan, who looked excited, and spoke slowly.

"I have promised the Holy Master that after Tianqi is opened, I will ask the sword to hold the Yueshan and kill the ancestor of the wilderness. Naturally, other things have nothing to do with me. If you want to turn the tide and save the world, you must do it yourself Find a way!"

Zhou Jue's words were like a basin of ice water being poured down on his head, making Chen Ping'an feel chilled, his whole body shivering and shaking, but he did not force Zhou Jue.

"The sky is moving vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement. The terrain is unfavorable, and a gentleman carries it with great virtue!"

"It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others. Chen Pingan, you are a scholar. You should understand this."

The mountains fall, the trees shake, the people run, and oneself is the best. Chen Ping'an understood this truth after his parents passed away. His small shoulders carried the hardships of life. Now he has made some achievements and climbed a few mountains. He has changed from the poverty and hardships of the past, all thanks to himself.

"Mr. Zhou, I understand!"

Chen Ping'an's face straightened, and a look of determination appeared on his brows. If he wanted to save the world, he had to keep working hard. As long as he had a clear conscience, even if he failed in the end, he could accept it.

"No, you don't understand, Chen Ping'an, you are the only chance of survival!"

Zhou Jue took a deep look at the resolute young man and solemnly said something full of meaning.

Afterwards, Zhou Jue ignored the confused Chen Ping'an, turned around and walked out, walking calmly and unhurriedly, and even closed the courtyard door smoothly.

A strange expression flashed across Cui Dongshan's face. He heard an unusual meaning from Zhou Jue's last sentence. The red mole between his eyebrows became redder and brighter, like a drop of blood, as if it was about to drip. Thoughts flashed across those sultry peach blossom eyes, and countless messy thoughts flooded his mind, making it impossible for him to clear his head for a while.

"call!"

Cui Dongshan shook his head vigorously, shook the complicated thoughts out of his mind, exhaled a breath, then turned his eyes to his husband who was deep in thought, and said with a fake smile.

"Sir, my uncle is standing on the top of the mountain in the world, and has even begun to climb to the sky. But we are in the mountain, and we see different scenery in the mountain. We cannot use our eyes and thinking to measure his thoughts."

When Chen Pingan heard this, the confusion in his eyes dissipated, became brighter, he cheered up, and nodded.

"You are right, a sparrow can understand the ambition of a swan, how can a mayfly understand the avenue of the blue sky!"

Before Chen Pingan started to practice, he just thought Zhou Jue was very powerful, but he had no clear idea of ​​how powerful he was. He was like a frog in a well observing the moon in the sky. But now he has entered the path of spiritual practice and has even achieved some success. Looking at Zhou Jue again, it is like a mayfly seeing the blue sky.

"Mr. Zhou has long been standing on the top of the human world, and it's so cold up there. Even if he watches with cold eyes as this world is being robbed, I can understand!"

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath. The Sixth Realm martial artist's physique was very powerful. With one breath, the surrounding air became much thinner. His chest was raised high, like a bellows. Then he exhaled, and a white air arrow pierced through it. The air hit the ground, leaving a hole, which showed how strong his internal organs and strength were.

"Sir, what you said is wrong. The air at high places is fresh because no one is grabbing it!"

Cui Dongshan shook his head and told some of his fallacies, expecting to be scolded by Chen Pingan. But Chen Pingan's reaction was unexpected. He nodded in agreement, thinking that what he said was reasonable.

“It seems good to have such a gentleman, which makes people feel inexplicably reassured!”

Cui Dongshan's pupils expanded slightly and he looked at Chen Ping'an. The smile on his face became more sincere and relaxed, and he thought to himself.

In the wild world, with the bright moon hanging in the sky, there is a huge abyss shaped like an ancient well, which is known as the Hall of Heroes in this world. According to legend, this place was the site of a battle in ancient times between a great demon ancestor with great fighting power and a Taoist priest who traveled far away and rode a bull.

In the wild world, that war was described in a thrilling way, and only a handful of great demons knew the truth. In fact, the battle was real, but it was not between the big demon and the Taoist priest who came here riding a green bull, but a more distant and tragic battle. It was just that a very senior big demon climbed up at that time. After thousands of years, he was finally able to break free from the shackles. After all the hardships, he climbed out of the bottom of the well and came to the mouth of the well. The Taoist priest stood on the mouth of the well and gently pressed it down with a finger, knocking it back to the bottom of the well.

Now, over the four walls of the well, there are huge seats arranged in a circle, fourteen in total, and the seats are uneven.

There is a broken and upside-down mountain like a high platform, a jade tower that looks like part of the legendary ancient heaven, and a huge corpse floating in the endless void.

There is a huge bone throne made of numerous bones, and a big bone demon as white as jade is holding a cup to drink, with a head under his feet, gently twisting it.

There is a thousand-foot-tall column, engraved with ancient runes, standing in the void. There is a long scarlet snake entangled, and the dim dragon beads are slowly spinning.

A torn gray robe, empty and windless. A burly figure wearing golden armor and a faceplate, with golden light flowing out from between the gaps in the armor like water, like a scorching sun trapped in a deep well.

A woman wearing an imperial crown and a black dragon robe has a human head and a dragon body, and a long tail that is dragged straight into the abyss. Countless ethereal women, who were as big as grains of rice compared to her huge figure, were holding pipas in their arms, with colorful ribbons lingering around their graceful figures. There were hundreds of them. The woman was bored, holding her chin with one hand, and stretched out two fingers with the other hand to crush the pipa woman one by one.

A Taoist wearing a snow-white Taoist robe, whose face could not be seen clearly, was three hundred feet tall. Compared with the other neighbors on the throne, he still looked extremely small, but there was a crescent moon behind him.

There was a burly giant with bare chest and belly, three heads and six arms, sitting cross-legged on a futon made of stacked golden books. There were several shocking scars on his chest, which were caused by the sword energy of the green-robed swordsman from the Great Wall of Sword Energy. out.

The big demons here have all participated in the last earth-shattering Sword Qi Great Wall battle. They were taught a lesson by the sword immortal in blue shirt at the top of the city, and they are deeply in awe of his power.

Fourteen seats surround a suspended stone in the center. When an old man's figure slowly appeared in the center, his tiger eyes flickered. Looking around, there was only one seat left empty. A sword is over there.

That seat is the latest to appear in the Abyss Hall of Valor, and it is also the third highest throne after the Savage Ancestor.

The Great Ancestor of the Wilderness withdrew his gaze and didn't say much about this. In this wild world, the strong are respected. As long as he has strength, it doesn't matter if he is arrogant and domineering. He can tolerate it and will not be angry.

The owner of that sword once secretly fought two life-and-death battles with A Liang from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but they also became brothers and drank together. He also once had nothing to do, so he went to Shiwan Mountain to help the old blind man move the mountain. The position second only to the Great Ancestor of the Wilderness was a scholar wearing a Confucian robe, sitting upright, with a strong scholarly air all over his body, bright and deep eyes, fleshless cheeks, and an expression of indifference. He did not appear. The huge Dharma form appeared, appearing as small as a mustard seed.

This person's position was higher than the sword. All the great demons present, including the scholar in scholar's shirt, stood up to show respect to the great ancestor of the wilderness.

The Great Ancestor of the Wilderness nodded slightly, sat on the highest seat, looked down at the dozen demons on the throne, and said in a deep voice.

"No need to wait for Liu Cha, let's start the discussion."

Liu Cha, the Great Demon of the Third Throne in the Wild World, is the highest achiever in swordsmanship and swordsmanship in the Wild World. His true form is a huge black tiger. He likes to travel around the world and can write poetry. He once fought two life-and-death battles with A Liang on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. , their strength is evenly matched, the two of them also drank and talked happily, called each other brothers, and had the spirit of chivalry. If they were not from the wild monster clan and had different stances, they would probably become A Liang's best friend.

After the Great Ancestor of the Wilderness finished speaking, the demons slowly sat down and stared at the strong and burly old man, waiting for the next words.

The Great Patriarch of the Wilderness looked at the scholar in Confucian robes. He was a well-educated scholar. He once read nearly three million volumes of books from all three religions and hundreds of schools. His knowledge was so profound that few people in the world could match him. His wisdom was extraordinary, and his scheming skills were far beyond anyone's reach. .

"Whatever you say next, everyone here will do it. Whoever doesn't agree, I will convince him. Whoever agrees, I will talk to him personally if he goes against it later!"

Zhou Mi's eyes were bright and deep, and there was a cold look on his thin, fleshless face. He nodded with a smile, and began to tell the other throne demons about his plan.

At the same time, in the wild world, a burly man was followed by a young man who looked like a boy carrying a sword. The man's clothes are clean and neatly packed, but the young man stumbling behind him is in ragged clothes and has different eyes. In this world, he will be ridiculed as a bastard.

This barren, miasma-ridden vast world, being able to travel around in human form is itself a powerful symbol. This man had fought with A Liang and had drinks together. There is a Mohist mechanism called a sword frame tied to the young man's body. At a glance, when the swords are filled, the young man's back looks like a peacock spreading its tail.

In the vast world, Cao Ci of the Daduan Dynasty in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth was dragged around by his friend Liu Youzhou. Cao Ci never went to the Martial Arts Temple, only to the Confucian Temple. On the parade route, they slayed demons and evil spirits with their bare hands and hammered to death the evil cultivator of golden elixirs.

When he passed through the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the gate of Upside Down Mountain, Cao Ci broke into the fifth realm. When he passed through a small country in Middle-earth, he just practiced boxing as usual and rose to the fifth realm silently. The sixth realm.

Cao Ci's mighty and rich martial arts fortune was scattered in all directions, and a nearby martial arts temple was teetering on the edge of collapse. The martial arts fortune continued to flow like a flood, and it directly made the country's martial arts fortune grow countless.

In the world of Qing Ming, the scarred young man Shan Qing, distraught and angry, climbs a mountain to beat the sky drum. After a moment of silence, a young Taoist priest with a lotus crown on his head appeared beside the young man with a smile, accepting disciples on his behalf. The twelfth floor of a white jade five-city building was shaking up and down. From then on, Taozu had one more closed disciple.

Aquarius Island, the cliff academy of the Sui Dynasty. Two little girls, Pei Qian and Li Baoping, were sitting on a high branch on the top of the mountain. They looked at Chen Ping'an practicing boxing, practicing heaven and earth piles, and walking upside down under the tree. A breath of pure Qi warms and nourishes the internal organs and meridians.

Legend has it that after reaching the seventh golden body of a martial artist, one can move Qi to the ninth level and reach an excellent state where there is no Qi coming in or out of the nose. When you reach the tenth realm of martial arts, you can even create your own small world, just like an ancient god coming to the world. Those who make good use of Qi can make rivers flow backwards by blowing water, and can cause fire to burn lakes and boil seas. You can also live in the midst of a great epidemic without being infected by any fiber or evil.

Three days later, Chen Ping'an and his party walked down the mountain. In front of the mountain gate, a little girl in a red skirt had sadness on her round face, tears accumulated in her big eyes, and her eyes were full of reluctance.

To the left of Li Baoping stood a handsome young man in white clothes who looked like a god. He had a red mole between his eyebrows, which was very charming and eye-catching.

Li Huai stood on the right, slumped and unsteady, with a pair of smart eyes moving around, looking like a clever little ghost.

Pei Qian looked at the little girl in the red skirt, her dark little face was full of pride, he took out his hand and twisted the small gourd, bowed to Li Baoping and clasped his fists, looking like an old man in the world, and said.

"There's nothing good about Jianghu, except wine. As for wine, come on! Who will drink this bowl of Jianghu wine with me?!"

Cui Dongshan was very good at doing things. With his big sleeves waving, he reached out to his arms with both hands and flicked his fingers. He drew out a stream of water-borne essence from the mountains and lakes to make wine and floated it around Pei Qian's hand-twisted gourd.

Pei Qian raised his head and drank. He was drunk even if he was not drunk. He staggered and swayed like a crab, walking sideways, spreading his arms, and his sleeves billowing like waves. Finally, she imitated the little girl in the red skirt. Stepping on the ground, jumping and jumping.

Looking at this picture, the little girl in the red skirt in front of the mountain gate shed tears, but she smiled from ear to ear, and her mood was extremely complicated.

Cui Dongshan suddenly sat down, rolled his sleeves, and something conjured out of nowhere started to sing while beating the can. The song is a stinky tofu-eating ballad adapted by Chen Pingan and Pei Qian from a folk song in Longquan County.

Cui Dongshan's passionate voice was like gold and iron, cutting through clouds and cracking silk, resounding throughout the mountain tops.

"Staff, I read some books, learned a lot of words, and accumulated a lot of knowledge, but I can't sell it for a few pennies."

When Pei Qian heard Cihu, he also put away his hand twisting the gourd, straightened his chest, raised his head high, and echoed.

“Stinky tofu is so delicious that you can’t afford it!”

"There are ghosts and demons in the mountains, and water ghosts in the lakes and rivers. I turned my head in fear and realized that I had been away from home for many years."

"I was so scared that I quickly ate a piece of stinky tofu to calm down the shock!"

"Which little girl has the fragrance of orchids on her body, why is she crying? Do you think she is pitiful?"

"Eat stinky tofu, stinky tofu is as fragrant as orchids!"

"I would like to ask Mr. Fuzi what to do. There is a small paper kite hanging on the branch basking in the sun."

"Climb the tree and pick the little paper kites, then go home and eat stinky tofu!"

"The gods who burn incense in front of the grave are like young people, but the bones of the descendants in the grave are hundreds of years old. Do you think it's ridiculous?"

"Huh? Who is eating the stinky tofu?"

"You speak your mind, I have my fists, the world is full of troubles, when will the grudges end?"

Pei Qian was like a little drunkard, swaying from side to side, staggering, and echoed.

"Stinky tofu can be eaten with wine. I'm full but not thirsty. It doesn't matter what you mean."

"Everyone in the world thinks that gods and immortals are good, but I don't think the mountain is free at all..."

Cui Dongshan changed the lyrics of Chen Ping'an and Pei Qian's stinky tofu into a mess, making the little black girl glare and shout and sing.

"If you keep doing this, I'll be full of stinky tofu!"

When Cui Dongshan heard this, he didn't want to change the lyrics randomly. He stood up slowly and sang again.

"After eating stinky tofu and drinking wine, where is the Sword Immortal?"

Pei Qian also had a look of surprise on his face as he sang.

"Yes, I've finished drinking the wine. Where is the Sword Immortal?"

Pei Qian and Cui Dongshan looked at Li Baoping at the same time, saying in unison as if they had rehearsed.

"Shout and try?"

The little girl in the red skirt was extremely excited. She took a deep breath, put her two little hands on her mouth, and shouted to Chen Ping'an.

"Where's the Sword Immortal?!"

Chen Ping'an's golden robes were floating like an immortal in white, with a sword gourd hanging on his waist and an immortal sword on his back. He was as heavy as a mountain, and his figure was tall and straight, like a pillar of heaven, holding up the sky.

Zhou Jue stood with his hands behind his hands. Looking at this scene, his mind became lively. He pointed two fingers at the long sword behind Chen Pingan, followed the mantra of the little girl in the red skirt and responded.

"Let's go!"

The long sword behind Chen Ping'an unsheathed with a sound, cut through the sky, and fell into his hand. He held the hilt of the sword with his five fingers, drew an arc with the tip of the sword, held the sword behind him, pinched his fingers together in front of him, and laughed loudly. .

"Everyone in the world says that those who use snow to make food and grind bricks to make mirrors are idiots. I want to go upstream and hit the south wall! After drinking all the wine in the world and knowing the principles of the world, I have one sword after another, sword after sword. The sword is faster, and one day, when the sword is handed out, it will be the most romantic and happy sword in the world!"

Chen Ping'an walked gracefully like a dragonfly touching the water. The sword in his hand moved smoothly, like the wind sweeping autumn leaves. His body turned slightly to the right, and his left step fell lightly forward. He held the sword in his right hand and turned with him, slightly to the right and then pulled it back. Follow the sword. Suddenly the right foot changed into a lunge, and the sword drew an arc upwards, as if it had lifted up a whole world.

"The immortal lifts his clothes and takes out his sword from his sleeve. He picks up the sword and moves it in an arc according to the situation. He looks at the tip of the sword with his eyebrows. There are mountains and rivers above the sword tip."

Chen Ping'an strode away, carrying the long sword with him. The sword intention was continuous, urgent and slow, and suddenly stopped. He shook his wrist and raised the sword tip. The tip of the sword emitted light like a white python spitting a message. After that, the long sword left his hand, but it was as small as a small sword. Birds follow people, swooping and circling around them again and again.

Chen Pingan was full of energy and spirit, and his fist intention was natural. He walked six steps with his feet, and the flying sword paused one after another. The last punch hit the hilt heavily. The flying sword circled in front of Chen Pingan, and the sword light was shining. It flows erratically, like a bright moon, cold and holy.

Chen Pingan stretched out his arm, and his two fingers brushed the hilt of the flying sword. With a wave of his sleeves, the flying sword flew more than ten feet away. As he walked slowly, the flying sword circled with him, drawing circles in the air, illuminating the mountaintops with brilliance and sword energy.

"Visiting the Water God Temple at night, visiting the City God Pavilion during the day, a small boat in Jiaolonggou, and immortals carrying swords like a formation. Everyone says that reason is the most useless, but I say that the book has its own sword immortal meaning, and every word has a sword light. Let's teach the saints, watch me use a sword to rush to the bullfighting!"

Li Baoping clapped his hands vigorously, his face flushed, his smile was like a flower, he was more beautiful than a flower, and his eyes were like stars.

Chen Pingan took off the sword-raising gourd, threw it casually, stretched out his hand to control the sword, and handed it out with a sword. The tip of the sword just touched the wine gourd. When he swung the sword, he was more free than Pei Qian's crazy swordsmanship. But no matter how he drew his sword, the sword-raising gourd always stayed on the tip of the sword, motionless.

The clanging of the sword echoed throughout the academy, attracting teachers and students to walk out of the classroom, stop and watch, fascinated, and exclaim from time to time.