Sword of Coming

In a rural school's thatched cottage without a plaque, the middle-aged Confucian scholar Qi Jingchun is sitting and typing music. It is not a famous game that has been passed down through the ages, nor is it a review of the battle between national players in the chess world.

He was about to place a white piece on the chessboard when he sighed. The Confucian scholar suddenly began to hesitate where the chess piece had already settled. After he took back his hand, the chess piece was still hovering in the air, still more than an inch away from the chessboard.

Qi Jingchun is still sitting upright. As the contemporary saint who is responsible for this place, one of the seventy-two Confucian academies and the former master of the Cliff Academy, Qi Jingchun is still a well-deserved Confucian of the time even though he was demoted to this place to perform meritorious service.

For the ordinary people in the small town, the vegetation wilts and flourishes with each passing year, and spring and autumn are fleeting. Several teachers have changed, with different appearances and different ages. Only the inexplicable temperament of a scholar remains the same, old-fashioned. Harsh, taciturn, in short, very boring, and no one thought that the few rural school teachers who came and went were actually the same person. Not only that, in the vast world outside the small town, Mr. Qi, who lived in simplicity, once Possessing a transcendent and lofty status, he is also endowed with righteous and supreme supernatural powers.

The next moment, Qi Jingchun's spirit left her body and traveled far away. Like an immortal with fluttering snow-white robes, she broke free from the prison of her body and floated to an alley in a small town.

Qi Jingchun came to the alley in a flash. He first went to see the woman lying in a pool of blood, Cai Jinjian of Yunxia Mountain. Three souls and seven souls swayed and dissipated like candles in the wind.

After Qi Jingchun stayed for a while, he finally came to the two of them.

The young city lord of the old Dragon City, with his tall crown and big sleeves, leaned back slightly and was stunned. On his handsome face with jade-skinned skin, there was a complex look on his face, mixed with shock, confusion and despair.

The young man kept the fierce posture of leaping high and rushing forward, holding a piece of porcelain as sharp as a blade in his left hand. Even at this critical moment between life and death, the young man whose body was in the air still had firm eyes and a look on his face. Calm doesn't look like an ignorant boy who was born in a small house in a back alley and grew up in the mountains. Probably the only thing left that fits the identity of a young man is the helplessness hidden deep in his eyes. Scholars who have been out of their studies and academies for many years are no longer unfamiliar with this kind of helplessness. It is like looking at a farmer who relies on the sky for his livelihood, squatting on the barren ridges of fields that have been cracked during the dry season, looking up at the scorching sun. In fact, there will be no tears. The heart-wrenching emotions are only filled with deep helplessness and confusion.

As the temporary owner of Yifangtiandi, Qi Jingchun certainly knew the ins and outs of Chen Ping'an's family of three. Even if he had not seen the young man's ancestors with his own eyes, he could roughly deduce the evolution. The reason is very simple, just like the county magistrate of the county government, if he really wants to know the life and inheritance of the people under his rule, he only needs to go to the household registration house and check the files, and it will be clear at a glance.

After more than three thousand years of reproduction and development, the town's branches and leaves have spread outside the town and become intertwined, because each generation has several amazing and talented people. Although they cannot return to their hometown in glory, they can support their families through secret channels, and finally This has created the four surnames and ten clans that are the most prosperous in the town today.

Chen Ping'an's family also has a long history, and his ancestors once prospered and were very wealthy. However, after two ups and downs, Dongbaopingzhou, which has countless vassal states and dynasties like forests, gradually fell into silence and decline. Located in other surnames, the rivers have been declining for thousands of years. By the time of the boy's father's generation, the Chen family in the small town has completely declined in almost the entire Dongbaopingzhou, not to mention the territory of the Dali Dynasty where the town is located. It seems that he is an official who has been ordered by the king to "not serve in office for generations to come", and there is no possibility of his family recovering.

After Qi Jingchun came here to preside over the operation of the formation, he has adhered to the four-character teacher's motto of "Fang Zheng Ping He" for more than sixty years and will never change the fate of the people in the town based on his personal likes and dislikes. Otherwise, in the eyes of this scholar who once hated evil, there was too much filth in the big houses in the town, and there was too much poverty in the small households in the back alleys. However, after Qi Jingchun watched with cold eyes, he saw that the big houses also had their helplessness, and the small Small households also have their evil deeds. Over time, Qi Jingchun became like a high-ranking god, neither enjoying the incense nor accepting favors, but just sitting there with his hands folded, indifferent to worldly affairs.

Qi Jingchun was slightly surprised. He took a step forward, looked intently, and nodded gently. It turned out that the impoverished young man with great momentum seemed to be bound to win this killing. He would never give up until Fu Nanhua was killed. But in fact, according to his current posture It seems that in the end, the boy just hit Fu Nanhua's neck with his wrist, which was much better than what happened to Cai Jinjian. Fu Nanhua must have been hit hard, and he fell sideways against the wall. Then the young man strangled his neck with one hand and held a porcelain piece against his abdomen with the other.

Qi Jingchun was a little curious as to why the young man didn't kill him this time. A great opportunity was fleeting, but the consequences were endless. Qi Jingchun is a pure scholar who abides by etiquette but does not adhere to dogma. He is not the kind of pedantic scholar who only shakes his head and drops the bookcase. He is very familiar with the likes of Fu Nanhua, regardless of their qualifications or temperament. Even if he was threatened by the young man in the alley today and temporarily gave up revenge, this matter would definitely be the greatest humiliation that the young man has ever seen in his life. It's not an exaggeration to say that Dao's inner demon will be stunned when he goes online. The one who will be arguing with the young man will not be Fu Nanhua himself, but the entire Lord of the South China Sea, Old Dragon City.

The reason why Qi Jingchun came here to stop the young man's serial killings was partly selfish, but also for justice. Nowadays, the town is like a piece of cracked porcelain, which will burst sooner or later. Qi Jingchun must delay this unstoppable process and try to arrange an escape route for as many people as possible. It is best to be able to hand over the blacksmith safely. " In the hands of "Master Ruan", if you can survive the last sixty years, everyone will be happy, the people on the mountain will have opportunities, and the people at the bottom of the mountain will have stability. You must know that most of the former have the same temperament. Whenever the road collapses, the old and the new change, opportunities arise everywhere, When immortality is at hand, what does the life and death of hundreds and thousands of mountain ants count? !

The ruthlessness of the secular dynasty is nothing compared to the selflessness of the Tao that many monks admire.

Qi Jingchun thought for a moment and quietly disappeared.

Heaven and earth move smoothly and smoothly.

The previous limit was quietly shattered.

The boy's wrist "finally" hit Fu Nanhua's neck hard. Fu Nanhua's head swayed and he fell to the wall of the alley. He was knocked to pieces by the huge force. After landing, the boy quickly approached and struck with an elbow. The blast hit Fu Nanhua's abdomen.

Fu Nanhua didn't stand up straight with his back against the wall. The young man's elbow hit him so hard that he almost spit out bitter water and his body instinctively bent.

The young man strangled Fu Nanhua's neck with one hand, and pressed the porcelain piece against the abdomen of this high-ranking young man.

It was hard for Fu Nanhua to imagine why a thin young man who was a head shorter than him could have such great strength in his five fingers, especially the sharpness and coldness of the porcelain tiles in his abdomen, which made the young master of Old Dragon City feel the approach of death again. The thin line between yin and yang separated.

Of course, Fu Nanhua would not know that a child who had to search for medicinal herbs all over the mountains and plains at a young age would have astonishing potential due to an obsession stronger than his own survival.

When the boy mistakenly ate herbal medicine and rolled on the ground in colic in the alley, that kind of obsession could even make a child who was supposed to study in a rural school think about crawling back home. Put the bamboo basket of life-saving herbs back home.

After that, he chopped firewood and burned charcoal, fired porcelain and rolled out bricks, dug and tasted the soil, etc. There was nothing that did not test the young man's physical strength and endurance.

Outside the small town, Fu Nanhua can casually use some immortal magic to crush a hundred or a thousand teenagers, but choosing to fight life and death with them in a small town is really the end of his luck. Arrived at the iron plate.

Fu Nanhua was stunned by the double blow of severe pain and humiliation, and said with a ferocious face: "If you kill me, you will die! If you don't kill me, you will still die! Little bastard, you are dead after all!" "

Chen Pingan raised his head slightly, stared at the man with a crazy look on his face, and said, "You know, I don't want to kill you. I have no enmity with you. It's just that you wanted to harm me, so I fought back."

Fu Nanhua said with a cruel smile: "You little bastard, are you worthy of trying to reason with me, Fu Nanhua?!"

He tried his best to emphasize his tone and said, "Are you worthy?!"

Chen Pingan was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you have to kill me?"

When Fu Nanhua saw the dark boy's eyes, he suddenly calmed down.

Fu Nanhua's face turned red when his neck was strangled, and soon turned green and then purple. In fact, the strength of the boy's five fingers did not increase, but it was enough to suffocate a young man to death.

Fu Nanhua said with difficulty: "I said I won't kill you, do you believe it or not?"

He struggled violently.

But the young man increased his strength almost at the same time, causing Fu Nanhua's arm, whose fingers were twitching slightly, to droop.

Chen Pingan shook his head.

Fu Nanhua became more and more dizzy. Although he wanted to slap the bastard's head in pieces, he still tried his best to be pleasant on the surface and added, "What if I swear to God? People like us can't swear casually." "

Fu Nanhua played a trick. The great aspirations made by Buddhists and the oaths made by monks in their hearts are indeed very binding. However, it is obvious that Fu Nanhua only told half the truth. Even if he swears, he will only swear by his lips, not by his mouth. It is a heavy heart oath to "not set up words, but it is no different than carving words on the heart wall of the alchemy room", so whether you abide by it or not depends only on your mood. Furthermore, it is not that there is no way to break the heart oath of a practitioner, the cost is small or large. Generally speaking, the size of the price has an absolute relationship with the level of the monk and the importance of the content of the oath.

Unexpectedly, the boy in straw sandals still shook his head.

Fu Nanhua, who was having more and more difficulty breathing, had lost the energy to bargain and was in a daze for no reason.

About to die?

Just like that poor bastard Cai Jinjian, or did he die at the hands of a little bitch?

So when this bad news comes back to Old Dragon City, will it become a joke in the whole city?

He didn't even have a chance to reach out and trigger the secret mechanism of the jade belt around his waist. The white jade belt tied around his waist was actually the remnant essence of an earth dragon.

"That's it."

A heavenly voice rang in their ears. To Fu Nanhua, it was like a heavenly voice, but he just fainted and was not sure if it was his hallucination.

Chen Pingan turned his head in shock.

As a result, I saw a bright and ethereal Mr. Qi.

The latter smiled and said nothing.

Chen Ping'an's eyes returned to their determination, and the five fingers of his right hand never let go.

Qi Jingchun was neither annoyed at being treated like a donkey with good intentions, nor was she relieved to see a man who could be made. She just waved her sleeves gently towards the straw-shoe boy, as if "fishing" an object into his hands.

The Confucian saint opened his palms and looked at them, and laughed.

A mass of filth like an ink stain.

It turned out that the intention that someone had planted in the boy was dim and had clearly died long ago.

Looking up at the young Chen Pingan again, Qi Jingchun felt a little regretful and said with emotion: "No wonder Sir said that those who achieve great things in the world, extraordinary talent is only second, perseverance is the most important. Chen Pingan, please give me another gift for Sir A lesson. It’s a pity that I, Qi Jingchun, no longer have the opportunity to recruit closed disciples.”