Sword of Coming Chapter 272

Chen Pingan actually had some accidents. It was rare to meet people who would say Dongbao Pingzhou Yayan in the overhanging mountain. He just walked so far, knowing that he wouldn't say his name, he wouldn't say his life, he would meet a stranger and ask him. People, it seems that it is not appropriate.

Chen Pingan took the couple into the Jingjiang Pavilion, told Jin Su to him, and told the couple again, and Chen Ping's memory was good since childhood, and the house's imitation of the sword and the sword fairy were as long as they were Remember, Chen Pingan can tell the couple the name, the name of the sword and the general resume for the first time.

With a couple to visit the past, Chen Pingan also had a thought. I thought that since I had used the sword, I would stay in the hanging hill for a while, and I would like to have some eye-catching swordsmen and swords in Jingjiang Pavilion. Record it, and bring it back to the lonely bamboo and bamboo building. When you are bored, you can take it out and turn it over. Just like those little bamboo slips with beautiful poems and human reason, when they are basking in the sun, even if they look far away, Chen Pingan I feel very comfortable, warm, as if the sun is not drying on the bamboo slips and words, but on the sun.

When I took out Linyi, I could just practice the word, that is, I don't know if the pen and paper hanging over the mountain would be very expensive.

The young woman smiled and said: "Your memory is very good."

Chen Ping put away his thoughts and grinned. This ability, in the mountains, is nothing, I want to come to this lady must be very polite.

Chen Pingan is really arrogant this time, because the couple with excellent eyesight have already confirmed that Chen Ping's every time he looks at a fake imitation of a sword, he has already had a good idea. This is called the vision has not arrived, the mind has arrived. This is a famous bottleneck of Jian Xiu, which determines the final height of Jian Xiu. It is a small sword repaired by Fei Jian, who is detained in his heart, or a road Jianxian who controls thousands of swords.

After walking through most of the room, Chen Pingan still tirelessly followed the couple who had seen it carefully. In fact, he said that the history of Jingjiang Pavilion was about the history. The next step was to choose the swordsman or the sword by interest, but the woman occasionally Will talk to Chen Ping, Chen Ping will continue to follow them.

From beginning to end, the man did not speak, but suddenly said: "I will go to the front to wait for you."

The woman nodded and did not care, and continued to chat with Chen Ping. Although Chen Ping'an has come to visit the Jingjiang Pavilion, but for the Great Wall of Jianqi, in addition to these famous swordsmen on the wall, there is almost no understanding. But the woman who came here, she said, she said better. The legendary deeds of Jianxian, such as the ancestor of the surname Dong, the name of the sword is called "three corpses", but he does not believe in Taoism, but he once went into the hinterland of the demon world, killing along the way. On the three heads of the five-legged big demon, Dong's rise in the Jianqi Great Wall, and later the Dong family almost ran as the owner of the house, and they all personally killed the jade and even the fairy demon.

Now that she had talked about Dong's family, then the woman would happily take Chen Ping's and go to the imitation of the sword named “Bamboo Dragonfly”. The owner of the sword is a ZTE's ancestor of Dong's family. Already incense and dying, the owner was seriously injured by a big demon, and the family's swordsmanship appeared in a situation where the green and yellow were not connected. Then there was a young Dong Jia Jin Dan's sword repair, resolutely determined, with an ancestral “one foot high” "When I stepped on the path of the demon sorrow, in the case that everyone is not optimistic about this person, after two hundred years, the sword repaired a sword and returned to the Great Wall, and also carried a Only the bamboo raft, carrying the head of a thirteenth big demon, and before he boarded the city, he was as tall as the sabre that was already close to the collapse, and the Dong character was engraved on the Great Wall of Jianqi.

Since then, this person has been newly named as a sword and has been named as a bamboo pole.

Since then, Dong has always been one of the most valuable surnames of Jianhe Great Wall.

After chatting, the woman learned that her young surname was Chen, and then she smiled and asked Chen Ping if she had paid attention to the "flying mountain."

Chen Ping An smiles, a little embarrassed, because this is the name of the strange sword master, surnamed Chen. Therefore, Chen Pingping pays particular attention to it, remembering it clearly. In fact, as long as it is the sword of the surname Chen, Chen Pinglian even the immortal with the sword, I remember very carefully. If you haven't studied painting, and you don't have the Danqing master like the Guihua Island painter, you can ask the teaching. Chen Pingan hopes that the next time, the appearance of these "Swordsmen" will be moved back to Luoshan.

After that, the woman smiled and selected several Chen Chen Jianxian's old people for Chen Pingan, and told the story of those sorrows.

When someone speaks in words, not in cold words, and in a few words, the story is often very exciting, like a monument on the bank of the long river, a strain of Yiyi willow tree, and later generations stand under the tree. Can feel the shade of them, outside the shade of the trees, the storms, the rivers of the years, raging.

Chen Ping, who had no intention of drinking any more in the future, couldn't help but drink the wine.

It's a very sad thing not to be liked by a girl who likes it, but it's not going to fall down, how to live, how to live.

This is a thing that Chen Pingan returned to Jingjiang Pavilion and suddenly wanted to understand.

However, Chen Ping will not understand that after so many swordsmanship, he will feel that this sad thing is a trivial matter.

This is better than Chen Ping's being beaten in the lonely bamboo and bamboo building, and he still feels uncomfortable.

Two kinds of discomfort, not the same. When the former is in the past, it will pass.

But the latter's discomfort seems to be one day, one month, one year, ten years and a hundred years, and maybe even a lifetime.

The strangest place is that Chen Pingyi thought that if one day, he would like other girls, it would be even more uncomfortable.

The book said that it was even more embarrassing to drink alcohol, so it would scare him to dare to drink before.

Unconsciously, from the beginning of Chen's lead, to the final description of the woman's large length, naturally, neither of them felt that there was anything wrong with it.

Then Chen Ping saw the man. He stood at the door of the last room and smiled at himself and the woman.

Men don't like to talk. When they walked together, they only occasionally looked at Chen Ping.

Going into the last room, and walking to the side of the sword and the secluded sword stand, the woman snorted. "How come these two have no portraits? I heard that the master of the sword is the handsome sword of the Great Wall." Man."

Chen Pingan was a bit shameful, and carefully squinted at the man beside him, but he had to knock over the vinegar jar.

I never thought that men would immediately use color. "The secluded hostess is also a rare beauty in the world."

Chen Pingan suddenly hugged the woman, and the woman joked a few words, how can it be? As a man, you should be a little more generous. How can you be so tit-for-tat?

The woman glanced at her man and smiled at Chen Pingan: "This time, thank you for leading me to visit Jingjiang Pavilion."

Chen Pingan waved: "It's okay, I love to visit here, I will come back in the next few days."

The man squinted: "I heard that there is a little fool in Jingjiang Pavilion. I like to wipe the saliva with these two swords and sword racks. It won't be you?"

Chen Ping's reluctance to make extrbudgets, he put on his face and swayed his hands. "No, how can I be so stupid?"

The woman sneaked a foot on the man's instep and then said to Chen Ping: "We are leaving, do you want to leave here together?"

The man suddenly asked: "Look at you is also a drinker, do you want to drink? I know that there is a good place to drink, cheap and good, not an acquaintance does not say hello."

Chen Pingan shook his head.

The man didn't have a good air: "Please drink if you drink, and you are afraid of being awkward when you hang up the mountain? Besides, do you see us couples, like a man who is coveting you with a broken sword and a broken sword?"

Chen Ping is somewhat embarrassed.

This man, speaking too straight.

The man smashed the woman's foot again, and the latter complained: "Who is the most hated to persuade the drinker?"

Men don't dare to compete with their wives, and they squint at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan smiled at the woman.

The man became more and more annoyed, but he was already squatting by the woman to the door of the house.

The three men walked out of the Jingjiang Pavilion and walked down the steps.

The man squatted for a long time and asked: "I really don't drink alcohol? The wine of the hanging mountain is overwhelmed. The whole drunkard of the drunkards wants to drink. It is said that it was the unique winemaking method left by Confucian rituals. Without this store, your kid will think about it and answer me."

Chen Pingan looked down and raised his sword, and there was not much osmanthus left in it.

The man shouted: "The kid, the temper of your mother-in-law, it is estimated that it is difficult to find a wife."

This knife is really poked in Chen Ping's heart. I thought that Laozi is too mother-in-law, and now I am like a lonely ghost. I am still wandering in the mountains in the middle of the night, otherwise I might still walk with Ning girl. Scene!

Chen Pingan said coldly: "Do not drink! There is no wife without a daughter-in-law!"

This is Chen's rare tantrum.

The line of sight is offset. Facing the lady, Chen Ping's face will be too much. He will hold his fist and say: "Mrs, there will be a period."

The young woman smiled and said: "The forgetfulness of the wine hanging over the mountain is a taste of it. It is an ordinary jade, and it is hard to find a cup. We are somewhat fragrant with the shopkeepers over there. Go into the wine shop, if you really like to drink, don't miss it. Well, even if you don't like to drink, it's best not to miss it."

Chen Pingan is hesitant.

The man began to warn him, "Hey, twist and pinch, do you like it? Anyway, I don't like it very much."

Chen Pingan blackened his face and thought that Laozi wants what you like to do.

In fact, Chen Ping's night is like a drunken drunkard, and his temper is not good. After all, the mud bodhisattva is also angry.

The woman ignored the man with a small belly and took a picture of the teenager's shoulder. He joked: "Go, drink together, I see that you have something to worry about. When you drink, you don't care what this guy is, just drink your own wine. The sky is big, the glass is the biggest, the mountains are high and the water is the deepest."

Chen Pingjian scratched his head and followed the woman.

The man followed behind the two and looked back at the Jingjiang Pavilion and pulled the corner of his mouth.

A man who was in charge of guarding the Jingjiang Pavilion, after being taken out of the Jingjiang Pavilion, came to the square at the foot of Lonely Mountain and stared at the little boy who was turning over the book, facing the family. The teacher accused the man of the crime. The little boy was absent-mindedly listening to the Taoist resentful words and asked: "You still don't know who he is?"

The Daogu of Jindanjing shook his head.

The little boy nodded. "That is, I don't know who is not guilty. Let's go."

Daogu became more and more confused.

On the back of the pile of horses, the sword man sighed and sighed: "Teach the lazy teacher."

Xiaodao Tong angered: "Fart, this is the Confucian **** saying, I never praise this! I am a monk when I am a monk. When is it not my own?!"

Daogu was trembling with trepidation, staying in the same place, low-browed and pleasing to the eye, and did not dare to move.

The sword-sworded man not only did not see it, but instead he got on the fire. He laughed and said: "It's no wonder that in the Shangxiang Building, the portraits of your Taoist priests are so high, three teachers from your masters, separated by a hundred thousand miles. ”

The little boy jumped up and stood up. "Are you looking for a fight?"

The sword-stricken man laughed and said: "Fortunately, you didn't say 'you are looking for death', otherwise I will criticize you for nonsense. I have no other advantage. Just like Aliang said, it is a rectum, so flattering and exposing people. Shortly two things, Aliang said that I am the number one in the Great Wall of Jianqi."

The little boy was biting his teeth and gnashing his teeth. After his hands were negative, he twirled on the big futon and muttered to himself: "You thought you were Aliang here? You are a native of the country. If you are not a teacher, ask me. With people being good, I am not playing you beyond recognition. Only if you have received the suppression of the heavens and the earth here, have fallen half a realm, won't be arrogant, and you won't dare to meet people in a year. You are playing like the brothers on the lonely peaks of the year... I haven't been pleasing to the eye for several years..."

The Tao Gu, who thought of the teacher's support to support her, saw the sorrowful and sorrowful master, and repented of the intestines, and she should not leave this.

Especially when the master accidentally leaked some secrets, Dao Gu felt that he would be very bad when he was hanging down the mountain.

The teacher, Bo Tianjun, who is sitting in the middle of the town, may not be too lazy to take care of himself, but his great disciple, the dragon who is holding the dust, is now the top three in the mountains, but he is notoriously respected. Will definitely let her put the little shoes on the ground, will definitely...

Dao Gu wants to cry without tears.

Why do you have such a master who never protects your nephew?

On the street outside Jingjiang Pavilion, Chen Pingan inexplicably walked through the Jingjiang Pavilion with their women, and inexplicably followed the two to go to the wine shop to drink what to forget.

Occasionally a jealousy, or being asked by a lady, seems to have been a long time, and it seems that less than a fragrant kungfu, the three came to an unopened wine shop, but the business was deserted, even a guest in the shop did not There was only one teenager who was squatting on the wine table, and an old man who was teasing a cage in the back of the counter.

The old treasurer squinted at the couple, "the rare guest, this wine must be taken out."

Then he glanced at the back-sword teenager behind the two, frowning, but sighed, did not say anything, as if it was because of the sentiment, this one closed one eye.

Then the old man screamed at the lazy man, "Xu Jia! Sleep and sleep, why don't you sleep? Come to the guests, go and move a jar of wine!"

The boy named Xu Jia suddenly woke up, wiped his mouth, rubbed his mouth, and stood up, squatting to move a jar of wine, placed on the table of the three people sitting on the table, yawning: "Three passenger officers, slowly Drink, old rules, the store did not eat."

The woman nodded her head and then smiled at Chen Ping, who was sitting opposite. "There is a very powerful monk. Once I traveled here, I drank a forgotten wine, and I was full of praise. I claimed that I can break my heart. Have this wine."

The old man in the shopkeeper smiled and said: "That's not, the old monk is really powerful. I am afraid that Aliang will cut a few swords and will not break the vulture's abbot world."

After all, I still want to say my own drink, the most powerful under the sun.

However, Chen Pingan was very happy when he heard the others mentioning Aliang in the hanging hill.

So this time, I really want to drink a little.

As a result, the old man took a shot at the counter and angered: "His mother mentioned Aliang, she came to the air! I owe me more than 20 altars of alcohol, and he is the only one in the whole world! Chen Di'an of Bo Xizhou, and not long ago The woman Valkyrie, and the older ones of the hundreds of old things, who dare to owe me money?"

"Let's say that the scholar in the Middle-earth Shenzhou, the most lonely, has not yet made a fortune, is a small view of the sea, practicing poetry, fighting poetry, hundreds of articles, what is the wine, is my wine here! But he came Going back and forth three times, I also owe me less than four or five altar wines. Ah Liang, this is a rumor, I am suffering!"

The woman blinked at Chen Ping's peace. It seemed that the old man had this temper. As he said, you should take care of it.

The young shop guy is sullen and unhappy: "The old man, don't mention Aliang, I can't do it. Miss hasn't returned to the mountain for him yet. I want to miss Miss."

The old man suddenly whispered a lot and said: "The kind of unconscionable prostitute, it is good to stay outside and harm others."

Opened the jar, three big white bowls, and the men poured a bowl of wine separately. As the lady said, his life was the most hated to persuade the drinker, and he said straight away: "I want to drink after drinking, don't want to drink it."

Chen Pingan carefully took a sip of a small mouth, no big taste, just a little bit stronger than the sweet-scented osmanthus, but also can not talk about the point of burning the knife to cut the liver and intestines, Chen Pingan has repeatedly licked two small mouths, throat and stomach still not When you are quiet, you will completely let go. It is estimated that this forgetful wine is another mystery, not in taste.

A jar of wine, after the two bowls of each person, I saw the bottom.

The woman turned her head and smiled at the old treasurer. She wanted a jar. The old man looked at the woman with a smile and sighed. He personally went to get an altar and gently placed the two altars on the table. Altar wine, I count you, not counting on the account."

Chen Pingan was flushed with red face, but her mind was clear and clear, and there seemed to be no drunkenness and no drunkenness, but he was obviously able to feel his own state of sorrow.

After drinking the wine, I want to say something more.

Just like those wine cellars, there is nothing in the meantime, but in the end it is a spit.

At first, men were immersed in drinking, or they just looked out of the store and traveled thousands of miles.

The woman seems to like to chat with Chen Ping, and has been talking about two trips from Chen Ping's hometown.

Since Chen Pingan is not drunk, he only picks those people and things that can be said.

Later, I somehow talked about the girl.

After making up his mind to drink four bowls of wine, Chen Ping, who had a bowl of war, silently poured a bowl of wine on himself. Still did not say that he was sending a sword, he said that he had something to leave his hometown and came to the top of the mountain. There is a girl who knows, her home is on the side of the Great Wall, and then they meet one side, it is as simple as that.

The woman smiled and said, "Then you have gone a long way?"

Chen Pinguan took the bowl and thought about it. He shook his head and said: "Not far away, thinking about every step, just getting closer, you won't feel far away."

The man sneered: "How long have you been with the girl, how long have you been together? Just like someone's voice? Is it too frivolous?"

Chen Ping did not know how to refute, but he was depressed and said: "Who I like, I can't control myself. You feel frivolous, you think, I don't care about you."

The man snorted and estimated that Chen Ping's sentence was hurt. The key is that the boy is still very sincere.

The mountain uploads words, I don't know if it is true or not.

Drinking forgetful wine is a real person.

The woman comforted: "Then the girl refused? Don't be discouraged. Have you ever heard of it? Some people are destined to meet as long as they meet. If you can meet again, it is the best."

Chen Pingan had a big drink and was drunk, but a pair of eyes, clear bottom, such as the stream, happy, sad, regret, joy, are flowing, and clean, just listen to the teenager shaking his head and laughing: "If you like someone, you have to make her happy. If you like who you like, you must be with yourself. Does this still like it?"

Speaking of this, the youngster's tears flowed down. "But I just said something about it. In fact, I am so sad and sad. I actually can't wait for the whole to hang over the mountain. I know the whole world, I know that I like that girl. Then I I only hope that there is such a girl under the sun, I like me..."

At the end of the day, Chen Pingan was really drunk, so that he forgot to drink a few large bowls of wine, his head resting on the wine table, and breaking.

He even forgot how he had quarreled with the man and even got a fight.

It seems that dreams are not dreams. It seems that he is still asleep. He seems to be still angry. He has risen from the fourth to the seventh. He has never had a fate with the strongest fourth place in the martial arts. The woman seems to have asked. He, in order to fight for a girl's aunt, is going to give up her own martial arts future, is it worth it? How do you become the most powerful sword fairy under the sun in the future? ”

Chen Ping's answer at the time was, “Like a girl, not talking about it. If I don't do this today, suppose that if you are Ning Yao's mother, you feel that I'm really rich, and I'm very high. Is it really a big sword fairy, will it pay a very important thing for your daughter? No... that kind of like, but it doesn't really like it, it must be deceptive at first..."

All this, Chen Pingan has not remembered.

The old treasurer looks at himself.

I have seen the world of thousands of years.

The young shop buddy looked around with a gusto.

Finally, Chen Pingan was completely drunk and died. The man looked at the teenager and drank his drink. "I still don't like this kid, I am awkward, stupid, stuffy, not romantic, not enough atmosphere, the qualifications are okay, my heart is sloppy, my temper At first glance, it's awkward. If you argue with your niece in the future, who wouldn't be willing to give up one step, what should you do? If you are a prostitute, will you give it a soft answer?”

The woman smiled and said: "Any mistake? You know that most of our daughters are wrong first? Do you know that teenagers will let her go?"

The man is somewhat guilty and he no longer speaks.

The woman suddenly smiled and said: "I remembered that you said that the child is not romantic enough, is it the literati's romanticism, or is it the wind of the flowers?"

Hidden murder.

The man had a chance to admire himself and took up the wine bowl. He said: "It is the romantic flow on the sword wall!"

The woman smiled.

The man laughed and found himself under the steps. "In fact, this stupid boy, very good, we are prostitutes, I really have to find this."

The woman smiled warmly and looked out of the shop. She didn't come to mutter: "I'm sorry."

The man around him, daughter Ning Yao, Jianqi Great Wall, and Haoran world.

She is a woman and she is sorry.

The blind eye method used by both men and women has disappeared after Chen Ping's drunkenness.

Chen Ping's favorite girl is like him and like her.

The man sitting side by side with her gently held the woman's hand. "We can't hold my daughter, I don't care about anyone."

The man suddenly smiled and looked at Chen Pingan. "Our daughter's eyes are very great."

The woman smiled and nodded. "Follow me."

The man suddenly reluctantly said: "This stupid niece, who said it, is that difficult?"

The woman nodded: "Of course it is very difficult. Which girl who likes each other, wants to like her own teenager, likes a girl who will die on the sand?"

The man touched his forehead, "I am going to die!"

Jianqi Great Wall, on the stone cliff of Longlongtai.

She lay there and whispered: "Chen Ping, you listen to me, I don't dislike you."

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