Chapter 3447: Pure Martial Arts, Domineering Old Man

The boy in green is known as the shoulder-slapping emperor. He has beaten the sage Ruan Qiong and the three Taoist masters. In the future, he will also shoot the dragon-slaying man, the literary sage, the ceremonial sage, the most holy teacher, and the Taoist ancestor. He has a pure nature and is quite heroic and chivalrous. .

"Based on my heroic spirit, you should respect me a little more. Don't say such hurtful words in the future. It's too childish and has a bad impact."

Pei Qian stared at the boy in green with a solemn expression, without the slightest hint of joking, and spoke very seriously.

"I'm not kidding you, we people in the world are just like nailing each other with every spit we spit!"

The boy in green clothes felt a natural sense of oppression on the little black girl, and there was a bit of haze in his heart. This uncomfortable feeling made him very uncomfortable.

The first time Chen Jingqing noticed something strange about Pei Qian was when the two of them chased and intercepted a stray native dog that had turned into a spirit.

At that time, Pei Qian was covered in grass and debris, and her face had several small wounds scratched by branches, but she was completely unaware of the wounds on her face. All she could see was the desperate wild dog, with the sun and moon rising in her eyes. Shining brightly, he pressed the handle of the knife with his thumb, pushed the knife out of the sheath, and stared at the wild dog. As soon as the bamboo knife was taken out of the sheath, his eyes became hot, fierce and evil.

From then on, the boy in Tsing Yi no longer dared to treat Pei Qian as an ordinary girl, and even had doubts in his heart as to why Chen Ping'an, a gentleman, would accept Pei Qian, a freak, as the founding disciple.

The boy in Tsing Yi followed the wind, bullied the weak and feared the strong, lowered his head raised high, his playful smile was not straight, and he said helplessly and perfunctorily.

"I know, I know."

Chen Nuanshu, the girl in pink skirt, breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the two of them didn't fall out, otherwise she wouldn't know how to act as peacemaker.

The girl in the pink skirt was transformed into a fire python by the literary fortune in the library. After being subdued by Cui Dongshan, she was also given to Chen Ping'an as a little book boy. After she returned to Luopo Mountain with Chen Ping'an, she served as Luopo Mountain's little housekeeper. She was the busiest person on Luopo Mountain. She was very diligent and held all the keys to Luopo Mountain.

Chen Nuanshu was known for her gentleness, considerateness, and kindness to others, and became the apple of everyone's eye on Luolu Mountain. She named herself Chen Ruchu, and was included in the Luolu Mountain Ancestral Disk. When she learned that Chen Ping'an had named her Nuan Shu, she regretted it.

"The warm rhythm is latent, the valley is harmonious, the orioles are flying, and the fragrant trees are suddenly moving."

Three little people were dancing on the roof of Hongzhu Town. Their figures flickered and entered the mountain. A big black snake swam out and crushed a deep mark on its abdomen. The momentum was astonishing.

Pei Qian took the lead and jumped on the head of the black snake of Luo Lo Mountain. He sat cross-legged and folded his bamboo knife and sword on his knees. The girl in pink skirt sat in the middle of the black snake's back. The child in green stood on the tail of the black snake, facing the tail of Luo Lo Mountain. The direction is rapid.

This big black snake was born in Qidun Mountain and is extremely familiar with the mountain roads. Its huge body quickly traveled through the mountain roads, overwhelming countless weeds and green plants. The three little guys sat firmly on the black snake, eager to see it. To Chen Pingan.

Pei Qian returned to his heart like an arrow, raised the scabbard with his right hand, gently tapped the black snake's head, and urged.

"Don't be lazy and go faster. Otherwise, when I master the Demon-Sealing Sword Technique one day, I will use you to practice!"

Black Snake had no choice but to speed up its huge body again, heading toward Luolu Mountain at lightning speed, leaving deep traces along the way.

On Luolu Mountain, Chen Ping'an returned to the Bamboo Tower with mixed feelings in his heart. Wei Bo had already finished talking about all the things he should talk about. After all, he was the Beiyue Zhengshen canonized by the Great Li Dynasty. He still needed to pay attention to his identity. It was not good to be on Luolu Mountain. Continuing to stay, he used the magical power of the mountain and water gods that shrank into an inch, and returned to Piyun Mountain first.

There are very few people in the entire Luolu Mountain. Apart from Shirou, the female ghost who occupies Du Mao's body, there is only the old man Cui Cheng who lives on the second floor of the bamboo house, an unfathomable martial arts master.

Cui Cheng is the head of the Cui family in the world, and the Cui family is a famous family in the world. He is also the grandfather of Cui Han, the great master of the Great Li Kingdom.

Cui Cheng is the first ten-level grandmaster of Aquarius Continent in hundreds of years, and his martial arts cultivation could have entered the lost eleven levels of martial arts. His martial arts cultivation has reached the ultimate level, and he is one of the few legendary figures in the world who is expected to reach the eleventh level of the Martial God Realm.

Moreover, although Cui Cheng is known as a martial artist, he also has high academic achievements. He is described as a great scholar of the generation and belongs to the Yasheng academic lineage. Cui Cheng was open-minded and able to accept the knowledge of the poor old scholar who had failed many times in the past, and let the young Cui Chan worship him as his teacher.

Cui Cheng has high hopes for his grandson Cui Chan, hoping that he can become a true scholar. Later, Cui Chan became a disciple of Wensheng, and Cui Cheng was very proud of this. Cui Cheng stood behind his grandson without hesitation in the dispute between the Confucian sub-sage and the literary sage. However, Wen Sheng was defeated and Cui Chan betrayed his master, which dealt a huge blow to Cui Cheng, causing him to have a demon in his heart and go crazy.

After Cui Cheng woke up, he learned that Cui Han's reincarnation Cui Dongshan had worshiped Chen Pingan as his teacher, so he came to Luopo Mountain to help Chen Pingan build an extremely solid martial arts foundation.

In the process of protecting Luo Lo Mountain, Chen Ping'an, and Cui Dongshan, Cui Cheng gave up the opportunity to finally reach the eleventh level of martial arts. In the end, he passed on his lifelong martial arts to Chen Ping'an and Pei Qian, and chose to die peacefully in the Ouhua Blessed Land.

Cui Cheng does not look like a pure martial artist. He wears a large Confucian shirt all year round. Although he is tall and tall, his temperament is ethereal and refined, more like an old Confucian scholar who has retired to the mountains and forests.

Cui Cheng was overjoyed when he saw Pei Qian for the first time in Luolu Mountain, and intended to cultivate this martial arts embryo with eyes for the sun and moon and excellent bones. However, he just casually pinched his muscles and bones, and the little girl turned black. He was rolling on the ground in pain, with runny nose and tears all over his face, and he looked at the old man pitifully.

At that time, Cui Cheng had an awkward expression as if he had stepped on someone's shit, and he froze in place. Pei Qian took advantage of the old man's distraction and ran away quietly. After that, he hid in the bamboo building, not daring to get close. I wandered around in the mountains, and later even left the mountains to the west altogether, went to a pastry shop in Qilong Lane, and worked as a shopkeeper, unwilling to see the old man.

Cui also gave up on Pei Qian. Occasionally he would stand on the second floor and look out at the scenery. He would glance sideways at Pei Qian, always with a bit of regret, as if he had seen a young dragon hanging among the snakes' nest, or a young phoenix standing among the chickens. The key is that the little black girl is very happy and does not seek to make progress, which makes the old man feel helpless.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Chen Ping'an raised his hand and knocked on the door. The wooden door made a crisp sound. He pushed the door open and saw an old man in a Confucian shirt sitting cross-legged. He walked to Cui Cheng and sat down in front of Cui Cheng, with a white trousers hanging around his waist. The Sword-raising Gourd is petite and exquisite. The handle carried on its back has shocked Liu Laocheng many times. Liu Zhimao's Fear of Immortal Sword has a bone-shape and a tired look, with only a pair of scary bright and piercing eyes.

The old man in Confucian shirt slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, and he frowned. He stared at the fairy sword behind Chen Ping'an and felt it was a bit annoying. The sword gourd on his waist was fine, but it was okay for the charlatan to drink some wine. , nothing.

"You relied on these foreign objects on your body to get out of that filthy and chaotic place alive!"

The old man's tone was firm, with a hint of dissatisfaction. The mountain monks, whether they were Qi practitioners, sword cultivators, or martial artists, could not rely solely on external things to survive. What was more important was to hone their own purity, and strength was king.

Chen Ping'an nodded slightly, then shook his head again, saying half in the affirmative and half in the negative.

"I met a Shanze wild cultivator who reached the fifth realm and was almost beaten to death. Without this fairy sword, I couldn't survive. But if I only rely on this sword, I can't leave Shujian Lake and go through the pain in my heart. Daokan!”

Cui Cheng nodded understandingly. How could he not see that Chen Ping'an's state of mind had undergone earth-shaking changes, not to mention the change in appearance as he was mature and wise.

"They probably didn't really want to kill you, otherwise even if you had this sword to protect you, you would both end up dead!"

Cui Cheng would not underestimate a Shanzeye cultivator who had reached the fifth level. If the other party was really desperate and wanted to kill Chen Pingan at all costs, it would be difficult for Chen Pingan to survive even with the protection of Zhou Jue's sword. If it comes down to it, in the end it will probably only be a lose-lose situation for both sides.

Chen Pingan nodded in agreement. What Liu Laocheng wanted was to break through to the immortal realm, not to seek death. Naturally, he would not choose to die together with Chen Pingan.

"He really has no intention of killing him. I am just between being killable and unkillable, so I can survive!"

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, with a look of displeasure in his eyes. How could the martial artist rely so much on external objects? It was not pure enough.

"Of course the path to martial arts is to pursue purity, but if you deliberately pursue purity and deliberately put yourself in danger of life and death, I don't think it is good. You can get through the danger once, even if it happens two or three times, but it will always be okay. One day, you will encounter a dangerous situation that you cannot survive, and if you die, you will really die. "

"I believe that the purity of boxing training lies first in cultivating the mind. Martial arts practitioners are more pure than Taoists. They must first achieve a clean state of mind. Although there are many foreign objects mixed in when punching, they can be slowly peeled off afterwards. This is The pure foundation of martial arts. Otherwise, the road to martial arts will be long and bumpy, and there will be a dead end waiting in the end. If you die, you will not be able to go far and you will not be able to get through this road! "

Chen Ping'an did not blindly agree with the old man's views. He had his own knowledge and philosophy of martial arts and spoke with reason.

The old man in Confucian shirt clenched his hands into fists and rested them on his knees. He leaned forward slightly. His burly upper body was like a mountain pressing down on him. The power was so terrifying that Chen Pingan's breathing felt a little unsmooth.

"What's the matter? You've been out and about for a few years, and now you think you're powerful enough to talk nonsense to me?"

In the room on the second floor, the fist was powerful, like a river bursting its banks, surging towards Chen Ping'an, and the air became extremely heavy.

Chen Ping'an sat on the same spot, unmoving, with such a body shape, such a state of mind, both physically and mentally. The raging wind of fists forced his whole body to slide backwards and hit the wall, but his waist was still straight and his sitting posture was not stable. Any change is like the rocks on the shore, which remain unchanged forever.

Cui Cheng's eyes were fully opened, and he did not hide the relief and pity in his eyes. The two contradictory emotions were not contradictory, but blended together harmoniously.

"Chen Ping'an, you took a trip to Shujian Lake, why are you so afraid of death?!"

"The fear of death is the fear of death, but you don't dare to admit it. I won't laugh at you because of this. Who in the world is not afraid of death and can treat life and death? Otherwise, what else would you do to practice?!"

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"But the world is so mysterious and worth pondering. Martial arts, sword training, and Taoism are all the same. No matter whether your theory is right or not, but you are not as pure about martial arts as before, and you are more inclined to practice swordsmanship. Maybe it's because Martial arts is A dead end road, bumpy and long, maybe because you have experienced too many twists and turns in Shujian Lake, the ups and downs, which made you realize that the martial artist is not strong enough, and the swordsman is too unrestrained and sharp, so More inclined to practice swordsmanship!”

"But this is normal. First of all, you have never seen me, a martial artist, attack with all his strength. You have also been to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and have seen too many powerful sword immortals. You have been affected unknowingly, and your dedication to sword practice has been affected." The thought goes deep into your heart and takes root.”

Cui Cheng's words were like an awl, piercing into the deepest part of Chen Pingan's mind, dissecting his thoughts completely. He finally raised his eyes to look at the fairy sword behind Chen Pingan, and the sharp edge cut off his turbulent emotions. The fist intention made his old face show a somewhat dignified look.

"The fairy sword you are carrying behind your back is the sword of Zhou Jue, the world's number one swordsman, right?"

"Sure enough, it is unparalleled and unparalleled. Even I, a martial artist at the end of the world, feel numb because of it! Carrying this sword on your body will at most polish your martial arts physique and deter strong enemies, but if you hold it in In the hands of its original owner, it is unstoppable and invincible, and no one dares to face its edge!"

Chen Pingan's lips moved, as if he wanted to retort, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only hesitate to speak.

Cui Cheng's burly figure sat upright and restrained his fists. The whole room became empty and relaxed. His eyes fell on the skinny Chen Pingan's face and he said solemnly.

"I personally gave you fists for the first three stages of your martial arts. The punches were measured and just right. Although you suffered a lot and suffered a lot in this process, it also made your martial arts road smoother. Only then That’s my great strength, I won’t harm your body at all, and I won’t damage your heart at all.”

"But the sword immortals you see are different. Their swordsmanship spans thousands of miles, and they fight bullfights in anger to clear the sea of ​​clouds. They don't care about the state of mind of a little martial artist like you. They can easily leave a big hole in your state of mind. !”

"And you are still a half-hearted scholar who likes to introspect. Every time you walk for a while, you have to look back. Subconsciously you will see the hole left by the Sword Immortal. It is like an abyss or a deep well. You fall deep into it and cannot extricate yourself. "

Chen Pingan's face was heavy, his appearance was haggard, his eyes were thoughtful, and he murmured.

"In Old Dragon City, Mr. Zhou's sword light easily killed Du Mao, a great monk in the upper fifth realm. Senior brother also killed Tong Yezhou with his sword. I was greatly shocked and my heart trembled. ”

"After I entered Shujian Lake, I was aware of this and consciously tried to eliminate this influence, but the effect was not great!"

"What you are doing is like a stupid bird holding a pebble in its beak and throwing it into the vast sea. When will you be able to fill it up?"

Cui Cheng sneered, with a somewhat contemptuous look in his eyes, as if he was looking at a big fool with an elm head. He was really a piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved!

Chen Ping'an suddenly understood. He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, stared at the old man, and sincerely asked for advice.

"I dare to ask senior, what should I do?"

Cui Cheng had a sarcastic expression on his face, stared deeply at Chen Pingan, was silent for a moment, and then spoke.

"On this trip to Shujian Lake, not only have you become haggard and emaciated, but you have also lost all your brain that was still functioning properly!"

"But fortunately some things were not thrown away, otherwise it would be really hopeless!"

Cui Cheng raised his hands, made a fist with the five fingers of his right hand, and swung it violently. The fist's intention poured out and surged. The index finger and middle finger of his left hand were together, and they were used as swords.

"Practice martial arts!"

"Sword practice!"

Cui Cheng put away his hands and stood up. His tall and tall body seemed to fill the empty and spacious room at once, giving people a feeling of being upright. He looked down at Chen Ping'an and continued.

"Although you can practice martial arts and sword training at the same time, you must also prioritize and prioritize!"

"You haven't figured anything out. Your head has been a mess all day long. You deserve to be spinning around outside the house with the door open, like a stupid donkey circling a millstone. You can't find the direction. You are still complacent, thinking that you are not. You can't break through it, you just don't want to. In fact, if you continue like this, you will never be able to enter the martial arts path for the rest of your life. "

The old man lightly stamped his feet, and the whole bamboo building began to shake. A strong wind blew in his face, forcing Chen Ping'an to stick to the wall. The pure energy like a fire dragon wandered through the apertures, preventing his head from hitting the wall and not looking so embarrassed.

The old man squinted his eyes and saw a cold light flashing. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked Chen Pingan's forehead. With a loud bang, the back of the young man's head hit the wall hard. The pure energy in his body stagnated, as if There was a volcano on its back, which pressed the fire dragon to the ground, unable to move.

"Chen Ping'an, do you know why you haven't practiced boxing for three years and can still breathe a sigh of relief? Although boxing does not necessarily require boxing and can be cultivated and condensed by oneself, martial arts physical fitness is not good. If you haven't practiced boxing for three years, you are How did you sustain it? Don’t you like to reflect on yourself, so don’t you think about it seriously? "

Chen Pingan felt difficulty breathing, his face flushed, and his facial features became distorted. He had long expected that he would be taught a lesson by the old man and suffer a lot when he returned to the bamboo building, but he did not expect Cui Cheng to be so violent and domineering, and straightforward, leaving him no time to relax and adapt.

When Chen Pingan heard the old man's question, his mind suddenly stopped like a tethered horse. He temporarily ignored the suppression of the old man's fist power, calmed down and gathered his energy, concentrating on thinking about this problem that he had once ignored.

The old man raised his foot again, and kicked Chen Pingan's abdomen with his toes. A wisp of fist power hit the extremely subtle fire dragon true energy in Chen Pingan's body. Three strands of bright and extremely condensed sword energy flashed at the head and tail, four claws, and heart of the fire dragon, and suddenly burst out with three strings of firecrackers, like spring thunder,