Sword of Coming Chapter 56

Walking between the wild baboons of the fox rabbits, the man with a negative sword suddenly stopped in front of a tombstone and walked to the tombstone in front of an inconspicuous small earthen bag. He crouched down and reached for the vines wrapped around the stone tablet to reveal it. The original face, the handwriting is vague, can only faintly recognize the small half of the text, the man sighed, "The Shinto is broken, the ritual and music is prosperous. The battle of 100 families is about to begin."

After the man got up, he saw the apprentice who had not yet entered the real Wushan Mountain to worship the ancestors. In the direction of the positive direction, the teenager's mouth, ears and nose were bleeding, making the dark face look extraordinarily terrifying, and the teenager raised it. Wipe your arms indiscriminately and keep staring over there.

The man said: "Ma Kui Xuan, according to the reasons you gave before, you are because you learned that the foreign girl, in the lane with a hand flying swordsmanship, teamed up with the emperor and eunuch, killing your first master, so Your heart is difficult to understand, you must report this hate before leaving the town, I think this makes sense, it will not stop you, by your life and conceit. After all, people in practice can meet this enemy of the road Is both a crisis and an opportunity."

However, the man has aggravated his tone, and he never likes the talent of his disciples. He said: "But you are staring at the same age of Mud Lane. Why? I have told you before, I am a true Wushan military monk, especially In the kendo, you must not kill innocents!"

The juvenile answered the question, "Is the warrior of the military, can you not care about what is karma and gas?"

The man nodded: "When you look at the books of the millennium history, you can turn your own powers and turn them around. Most of them are saints of our military. It is not that I am a warrior, but I deliberately praised the sages."

The man stared at the teenager and did not intend to let the boy go.

If the horse bitterness is murderous and deceiving, then what does he charge for this disciple for Zhenwushan?

In the secular dynasty, the soldiers of the martial arts rely on the killing of the battlefield to enhance the realm. This is the closest to life and death. Once they can't keep their hearts, they can easily break into the magic. Imagine a man who is holding a military power and killing the city. How easy is it?

The military and the Confucianism are the two pillars that support the Taiping dynasty. Once a revered military sergeant is erected, the higher the realm of the person, the higher the status of the temple, for the entire secular dynasty. The impact will naturally be greater. In history, the lessons of the past are vivid. How difficult it is to get people's hearts and how easy it is to lose people's hearts. Although this sentence is spoken by Confucian saints, there is no shortage of Confucian scholars who read poetry books.

Juveniles may feel the dignity of the atmosphere, but they are not eager to argue. They reach out and gently cover the palms of their hands, involving the wounds. They suddenly grind their teeth, sucking a cold air, slowing down, and withdrawing their hands, looking at the palm of their hand. The blood of the beach said: "The guy is called Chen Pingan. He died when he was very young. The man was a famous kiln in the town. He was very good at craftsmanship, and he was honest. Then he suddenly became violent. The body was not found, although my grandmother has been reluctant to admit it, but I remember very clearly, it was a lightning thunder in the rainy night, I woke up with thunder, and found that my grandmother was not around, just pushed open the door I saw that I ran away and sneaked back, and I was surprised and scared. It was very strange. My mother slammed my back and laughed, and I was so happy."

The teenager frowned and tried to remember the bleak pictures of those childhood. "Only my grandmother didn't talk, it didn't seem too happy, but it made me angry." You think that the child is dying, you can have Opportunity to marry her? Do not sneak into the urine to take care of one's virtue! The Mujiaxiang, a Chen family, several generations are a single seedling, you are not afraid of harming one person, and finally the family of three Can't live? When this time, Chen's family is so ruined, and he is not afraid of being retributed by the ancestors of the ancestors. He said that the woman's disposition is unclear and willing to marry you? As for the hippie smile, it is estimated that I have done it, and I will get paid soon. In front of my family, I will pretend to regret it. My grandmother finally pointed at my mother's nose and my mother is not a good temper. The mother-in-law almost hit a fight in the main hall. I am the kind of person who likes to be old and tired. The neighbors of his generation don't like him. At that time, he certainly helped the wife not to help the mother. Finally, my grandmother sat. Above ground Fiercely crying, crying while on the piece of plaque complained that Ma recruited such a jinx woman has to enter the house, you double death ah. "

The man followed the young man's thought and asked: "You want to repay the illusory good and evil, the embarrassment of the previous generation, all together, and hope that your grandmother and your mother can be good?"

Ma Bianxuan mouth, "I have no feelings for my mother, only my grandmother can not worry, she is not willing to go to Zhenwushan with me, saying that she must be buried in the grave of my grandfather in this life, if it is gone I don't know the Zhenwu Mountain, which is tens of thousands of miles away. I have to bother me. This grandson moved to the jar to go home. Second, after she heard that the person died, the Yangjian Road before entering the earth would be extremely rough. She said that she was alive. I have already suffered enough, but I still have to suffer after I die."

The man said: "There is no excuses, but it can't be taken care of. Only once, the next is not an example."

Ma Bian Xuan's mouth, his face is indifferent, do not shake his head and do not refute, but do not nod and do not agree.

The man smiled and sprinkled salt on the juvenile wound: "How do you feel like being peered on the ground?"

Ma Bianxuan said with anger: "If it wasn't for the girl who secretly gave him a knife, would I lose to Chen Pingan?! From the beginning to the end, I only got seven points of strength! If I don't think I have to play with a cat catching the mouse ......"

The man smiled softly: "Playing the cat to catch the mouse? Got it, not thinking about killing Chen Ping with a seven-point strength, but also letting the girl take it lightly, and it is quite beautiful."

The teenager's face was reddish and his neck was resentful: "Who are you Master?!"

The man laughed.

The two men went back to the town, and the young boy asked: "Is the Zhenwu Mountain tall or low compared to the Zhengyang Mountain?"

The man smiled and asked: "Do you want to ask the truth or lie?"

The young boy's eyes turned, "What about lies?"

The man replied: "That is almost high."

The young man sighed sadly and felt that he was really a bad person. He recognized two masters, one inexplicably dying in the town riding the dragon alley, one with little skill and a lot of rules.

The man smiled and said: "Zhengyang Mountain is on the bright side. Although it is the basic land of Kendo, in the mind of the monk of Dongbao Pingzhou, the status is far worse than that of the dead enemy wind and thunder garden, so Zhengyang Mountain is not regarded as the first-class Zongmen. Forces, of course, this is just an illusion on the bright side. In fact, the foundation of Zhengyang Mountain is extremely deep. It was only after the grievances of that year, there was a martial art martyrdom in Fenglei Park, far more than the same generation, too shocking and brilliant, making Zhengyang The mountain has to bear the burden of centuries..."

Ma Bianxuan did not have a good air: "No matter how you tout Zhengyang Mountain, you can't change the fact that Zhenwu Mountain is not as good as Zhengyang Mountain."

The man smiled and said: "Ma Kuixuan, you want to marry, the gap between Zhengyang Mountain and our Zhenwu Mountain is probably separated by a Zhengyang Mountain."

After the young man stunned and heard the man's words, he smiled and said: "This is almost the same!"

The man reminded: "The Zongmen is the Zongmen, and he is himself."

The short teenager smiled and said: "You also want to be embarrassed! I mean that since Zhenwushan is so high, then I will become a martial artist in the future. If I want to find someone to learn from, I will save time and trouble, and I will not be surrounded by a group of embroidered pillows. Wine bag lunch bag!"

The man laughed. "This kind of rhetoric, is it more convincing to change to a mud bottle boy?"

Juvenile anger said: "Is you so a master? Be careful when you kill people, I will not take revenge for you!"

The man reached out to the back and patted the scabbard. He smiled and said: "In addition to this sword, Master is alone, and death is the way to die. What is your use for revenge?"

The teenager wondered: "Is there not a teacher of Zhenwushan?"

The man sold a pass. "Zhenwu Mountain is different from other sects in Dongbao Pingzhou. You will understand after you go up the mountain."

The man's waist flicked, and the man held the tiger's character for a moment, and quickly sighed: "You and I return to the town at a speed! I am a warrior, and I am eager to avoid evil, predicting the future, almost instinct."

The teenager said with a white eye: "If the town is over, the foreigners and the town people will kill the blood and turn the river into the river. I can say that I am good. I can promise not to kill people, but I will never do anything. The act of martyrdom and help the poor."

The man's face was dignified, grabbed the boy's shoulder and ordered: "Don't talk, hold your breath!"

The two figures disappeared, and the next moment has already appeared in the dozens of feet, such a cycle, such as a series of water floats on the waters of the young horse.

In addition to the wounds that Chen Ping's back was rubbed out by the stone of Ku Xi Xuan, the wounds were not too many, but this does not mean that Chen Ping's well-being is very good. The most troublesome thing is the left hand palm, the water touches the stone and catches the fish, delaying. The speed of recovery, this time with a horse bitter Xuan fight, fists hit the fist, it is even worse, so that when tearing off the old cotton cloth, even Chen Pingan can only open a bag at the waist, take out the porcelain bottle, drink The thick medicine soup inside is the prescription prescribed by Yang Jiapu in the same year. Others are useless, that is, it can relieve pain.

After Ning Yao took back the sleek embossing knife, he cut off a large cuff of his inner shirt and tore it into a strip. He helped Chen Ping, who was covered with cold sweat, and asked: "The earthwork of Yangjiapu Son, really useful?"

Chen Pingan gently shook his left hand and squeezed a smile. "It's very useful. It just hurts. I used to hurt twice."

Ning Yao said: "The palms can see the bones in the flesh. Can you not hurt? You really have become the undefeated Luohan Jin of the King Kong, or the Taoist true king of the scaleless body? Let you be stubborn! That horse is bitter and dead, he is not saying that he is singled out, okay, he singled out the two of us, there is nothing wrong with it. Even my glory is not too shameful, you are addicted to heroes, or wait for your order. Picking Zhengyangshan to move the mountain, I will continue to help you clap your hands?"

Chen Pingang just intends to talk to her about her own views and reasons.

The girl blinked, and the boy nodded immediately: "Ning girl is right."

Ning Yao gas squinting: "I don't bother with oral administration, I don't know?"

Chen Pingyi smiled, her eyes kept stealing the knife in her hand. At first glance, the pocket was cute, and when she looked at it, it was cold and cold.

The boy thinks that the dressing knife, like its owner, seems to be the opposite.

Ning Yao asked Chen Ping to raise his right hand and gently put the dressing knife back on the scabbard bound to the arm, warning: "Don't be allowed to take the inch, do not allow any thoughts on this knife!"

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Ning girl, you want more."

Ning Yao suddenly stretched his finger to the earliest statue of the broken arm, "The black stone seat of the black paint, know what stone is made?"

Chen Ping nodded and said: "Know, Ning girl, you are asking the right person. We just have to go down the mountain and go far in the mountains. I have to go very far. I guess I have to go at least for a long time before I can see a black stone. The cliffs are all such stones. They are very hard. You can't use a hammer to cut a little bit of gravel, let alone cut with a hatchet. There are several long strips in the cliff. There is a little **** inside. It's not smooth. Every time Yao's old man passes there, he will use a hatchet to grind it. Not to mention, after the grinding, the hatchet will really brighten and brighten, very different from before.”

Ning Yao licked his forehead and cried and laughed: "The hatchet used to cut trees and chop wood..."

Chen Ping's eyes lit up, "Value?!"

Ning Yao didn't have a good airway: "It's worth the money. It's a whole piece of stone cliff. Can you make it a little bit? I tell you, ordinary gods can't do it! Unless it's a big killer, Plus the willingness to abandon a squadron, it will be able to crack out about two three-foot-long stone strips, which will be specially named as "斩龙台" by sword repair, and each piece is of course worthless."

Chen Pingan fell into meditation.

Ning Yao suddenly also shines in front of him. "There is no ready-made swordstone under the foot of the statue of Lingguan. It is so big that it can be broken into two dragons."

Chen Pingan burned his **** in general, and quickly persuaded: "Ning girl, we can't take it home! The sergeant is already wronged, let us take away his foothold again... ”

Ning Yao suddenly got up and snorted. "Right?! Am I kind of person?"

Then Chen Pingan followed the girl to the statue of the Taoist priest, standing in front of the clay sculpture, Ning Yao took a step forward, holding the scabbard and scabbard with both hands, and she looked up and said: "My name is Ning. Yao! Today, you only need to give me the foot of the three-footed foot, so in the future, I will be able to repay you a hundred times in the future.

Chen Pingan opened his mouth and thought that this would work?

Sure enough, the statue of clay sculpture has no movement.

The girl did not give up, and continued: "I don't want to give it, then I would like to borrow the head office from you. I have the kind of borrowed."

Ning Yao did not forget to turn his head to Chen Pingan's eyes. "I am borrowing, not grabbing, understand?"

Chen Pingan shook his head hard and replied earnestly: "I don't understand!"

Ning Yao is going to be very different from the explanation of “grab” and “borrowing” by Chen Muzhen and Chen Ping. Chen Ping suddenly shouted: “Be careful!”

While speaking, Chen Ping's figure has moved, and he will pull Ning Yao behind him.

It turned out to be the statue of the spiritual official. After thousands of years of wind and sun, I finally fell to the ground on this day and threw it to the ground. It was very thorough and did not show a leg here. The wreckage of the arm, even the original skull of the scorpion is shattered.

Come from the soil and go to the soil.

It seems that the human being is really finished.

And the mystery of this storm is the height of the statue of the spiritual officer, the distance between the young girl and the stone statue of the god, the former is much more than a lot, and it is reasonable to say that Chen Ping and Ning Yao are not crushed. At least it will be won. But at the end of the day, the clay sculptures turned into dust, and the farthest was only at the feet of both of them.

Ning Yao, who is well-informed, swallowed his throat and had a dim sum. He looked down at the flying dust and said: "You are also stingy. If you don't borrow, don't borrow it, but also fight with me for a jade?"

Chen Pingan suddenly shook his head and said: "This is called Bodhisattva nod. It is promised to you."

Ning Yao stood side by side with the juvenile, looked at the debris and dust, and then looked at the bare black dragon platform on the farther side. Finally turned to look at Chen Pingan and tentatively asked: "Are you sure?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I am sure!"

Ning Yao believes, no doubt.

Even she doesn't know why.

Finally, under the leadership of Chen Pingan, Ning Yao helped to remove the mud debris and moved it into a pit that had been dug up to cover the soil.

Chen Pingan bowed his head and said: "No matter the god, it is safe to enter the earth."

Ning Yao also followed the whisper: "Because it is safe."

After doing all this, Ning Yao curiously asked: "Chen Pingan, this is the customs of your town? Is the rules passed down by the ancestors?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "No, it is what I feel."

Ning Yao raised an eyebrow.

Chen Pingxiao asked: "Ning girl, don't you feel that you are very comfortable after doing this?"

Ning Yao also shook his head. "No feeling."

Chen Pingan scratched his head and looked at the black stone seat and asked: "Is it called Dragon Dragon?"

Ning Yao sighed, "The martial arts people, may be called the whetstone, or the sword stone, the mountain sword repair will call it as the dragon station."

Ning Yao turned his head and looked to the southwest direction. His eyes were stunned and whispered. "My hometown is also called Mo Jianshi. Everyone will have one piece. They are different in size. Generally, they are only as big as fists, and even some families decline. Being repaired as a low sword, there is only one thumb-sized swordstone, which is more important than the life of the family. Nor is it not. My family also has a lot..."

Chen Pingan whispered softly: "How big is it?"

The girl whispered, "It's bigger than your house in Mud Lane."

The teenager was shocked and then enviously said: "Ning girl, then your family is really rich! And such a big piece of grinding stone, you don't have to be afraid of being stolen, how good, unlike me, it is hard to take a little copper coins, I can't sleep well in Tibet."

The girl who was originally sentimental and sad, disappeared, and she smiled: "This piece of swordstone, half of one person!"

The teenager waved his hand. "I want it to do. I have a hatchet in my house. But where do I need to use such a golden whetstone? Every time I grind a knife, I will feel bad once, why bother. So Ning girl, you take it all. Ok, yes, you are not thinking about asking the master to help you build a sword? You can use the other half as the money to cast the sword..."

Ning Yao reluctantly said: "Chen Pingan, are you really stupid or lack of mind?"

Chen Ping thought for a moment and smiled: "Ning girl, you should be a bad guy."

Ning Yao suddenly stretched his finger to the teenager, and his face looked stunned. He smiled and said: "Chen Ping, honestly, you are not trying to make a mistake. I thought that after turning "Ning girl" into my wife, it is not everything. Is it your own? This small abacus is so good, it's amazing!"

The young man wants to cry without tears, and his mouth is twitching. Before Song's salary, he said something, and what is the crime of wanting to add?

Ning Yao laughed. "Look at scaring you, I am joking."

Chen Ping sighed and felt that he was tired.

Ning Yao suddenly said: "Be careful! My flying sword is already on the way back!"

Chen Pingan is a big enemy.

Chapter end