Sword of Coming

On a hillside no more than ten feet high, there were more than twenty people standing scattered. They were wearing unknown clothes, but their faces and eyes seemed to be carved out of the same mold.

A burly man knelt on one knee and was carefully examining the two stiff corpses. He opened the eyelids of one corpse with his fingers, revealing eyeballs like cracked ice tiles.

A short woman who put on the cotton clothes of a market woman slowly walked up the hillside, followed by the woman holding a sword and the white-faced old man.

She did not approach the two corpses, covered her nose, and asked in a thick nasal voice: "Wang Yifu, what do you say?"

Wang Yifu sighed: "Both of them were killed by a master's sword. Their bodies were not injured, but their meridians were shattered and their internal organs were completely rotten."

The woman's face was gloomy and uncertain, "We have such a powerful martial arts master in Da Li, and there are two of them. Our lord, His Highness, claims to be responsible for border surveillance. Could it be that this time he didn't catch even a trace? It’s impossible to let the fish slip through the net on purpose, right?”

Wang Yifu was a little hesitant, "Empress, if I'm not mistaken, it was done by one person."

The woman suddenly narrowed her eyes and said in an overbearing manner, "What did you say?!"

Wang Yifu pointed at the necks of the two people, and a thin red line appeared. "This line between the two deceased people is closely connected with each other. It is clear that one person wiped it across with a knife."

The woman took a deep breath and tried her best not to reveal her anger and murderous intentions too obviously. She said with a smile: "When did Fengxue Temple become so invincible? A random guy who just ran out of nowhere can kill people as easily as he can kill chickens? You, Wang Yifu, don’t know who this person is, but Xu Hunran knows, come on, tell me, and let us, General Wang, hear it like thunder."

Xu Hunran looked embarrassed and explained bravely: "One is a grandmaster who has just reached the seventh level of martial arts. He is proficient in boxing and is good at close combat. The other is an eighth-floor monk who also practices flying swords and Taoist talismans. In the past twenty years, , the two of them teamed up to assassinate six times without ever missing a beat, and now they are even the top masters of Zhuye Pavilion under the Empress."

The woman was extremely angry, but she had been suppressing it hard. At this time, she turned angry on the first swordsman of Da Li and screamed: "Xu Hunran! Tell them their names! Dead people also have names!"

The old man was horrified, lowered his head slightly and said: "The warrior is named Li Hou, and the monk is named Hu Yinglin. They have been through life and death for the empress, and have made great contributions to me, Dali."

The woman's expression improved slightly, but soon her face became dejected, and she said feebly: "Yes, Li Hou and Hu Yinglin, these two people killed Ye Qing, the mainstay of the border of your Lu Dynasty back then. He didn't die here. He did not die on the battlefield in the enemy's territory, but died on our own territory in Da Li."

Perhaps the woman realized that her gaffe would make Wang Yifu laugh, so she attacked the Lu family to whom the military general had once served, "It's funny to say that, at first we thought that for such an important person as Ye Qing, there must be several important people around him. The Qi Practitioner secretly protected me. In order to get rid of him, I even had to join forces with my uncle. How could I have imagined that from infiltrating the border, sneaking in to kill people, and then retreating after success, the Lu Dynasty did not react at all. He, Ye Qing, could not do anything. It just pissed off a few border fairy forces. As for being isolated to this extent in the court? Didn’t Emperor Lu admire the immortals on the mountain the most? Why was there only one fairy family that was willing to accompany you Lu to be buried? ?”

After saying this, the woman felt refreshed and felt much happier. As expected, you are not afraid of hardship, as long as there are people around you who are suffering more, you can enjoy happiness, but you cannot have people around you who enjoy more blessings.

This was probably the reason why she was willing to give one of her children to Cui Chan, the national master, instead of Qi Jingchun from Cliff Academy.

Save worry and effort, and don’t worry about being bullied until you grow up and crying for your parents.

Wang Yifu's face flashed with sadness.

General Ye Qing, the loyal and good man of the country, is the pillar of the country. He guarded the border for the Lu Dynasty for thirty years and blocked three large-scale offensives by the Dali border army. Back then, Song Changjing nearly died in battle once, and he cursed Ye Qing countless times for being a stubborn old man. But in the end, after Ye Qing's death, the Lu family's court even argued for a decade over the posthumous title. The key is that even so, they didn't give him a posthumous title that was so high that he still had the strength to fight. The morale of the 60,000 elite frontier troops was slowly dissipated.

Song Changjing waved his hand and passed by, as if entering a deserted place. The first thing he did was to personally go to this person’s grave to offer a toast and offer incense. Afterwards, the Rites Department of Dali criticized him, and Song Changjing beat him so hard that his face was swollen with just one piece of paper. “Am I the only one in Dali who has heroes?”

Emperor Dali read three big words "good" in succession and laughed endlessly. The Emperor Long Yan was delighted, but in the end he smiled and said to the eunuch beside him that these words were the words from the emperor's younger brother's heart. As for these words, he must have found a knife hunter to do it for him.

The woman had actually been observing the face of the fallen general. The woman nodded secretly. Although I didn't completely trust him because of this.

If you have lost even your common sense, you must have perseverance. do what? What can be done besides restoring the country?

Then Wang Yifu is really looking for death.

If Wang Yifu is only a martial artist who knows how to fight and kill, and he can be so thoughtful and meticulous in his acting, then it can be considered that Wang Yifu is capable.

But she is not afraid either.

The old swordsman Xu Hunran asked in confusion: "The empress has clearly said hello to Master Ruan and promised not to take action in Longquan County. We also sent a message to Li Hou Hu Yinglin, asking them not to act rashly in the near future. Everything will wait until they reach Dali Let’s talk about the border. Logically speaking, Master Ruan should sell the face of the Queen, so it’s not like the people from the Fengxue Temple don’t even care about the face of the Queen and Master Ruan, right?”

Wang Yifu asked: "The detailed identity of the man with the sword has still not been found?"

The woman holding the sword shook her head and said: "There is no result yet. It's hard for us to come and ask Master Ruan about this kind of thing, let alone the group of Fengxue Temple military monks. We can only rely on Da Li's own intelligence agency to find clues. As for border espionage matters, it is not convenient for the Queen to interfere..."

Stopping here, the young woman stopped talking.

This involves the undercurrent at the highest level of the Dali government.

Wang Yifu asked: "Is it possible that the Li family's retinue named Zhu He is actually hiding something secretly?"

The woman sneered and said: "That guy is no more than the fifth level of martial arts, he is not worth mentioning. The Li family has no guts to cause trouble under my nose."

The old swordsman sighed, "This is a bit difficult to handle."

The woman smiled charmingly, "Is it difficult to handle? It's very easy to handle. Return to Beijing immediately! Your Majesty the Emperor and I will cry."

In this matter, after all, someone else broke Dali's rules first, so His Majesty the Emperor is willing to stand up for her.

Li Baoping had a brand new small bookcase, and the large and small objects in the basket had to be moved. The two people, one large and one small, took this opportunity to find a secluded place away from Li Huai and others during their break, and secretly took stock of their belongings. , to prevent loss or damage.

Chen Pingan also took off his backpack.

An old locust wood sword was guessed to be a gift from Mr. Qi, because at that time Chen Pingan had a jade hairpin on his head for no apparent reason. Both Chen Pingan and Li Baoping felt that Mr. Qi had done it deliberately. Chen Pingan usually kept the locust wood sword diagonally in his backpack, but only took it out and put it on his knees in the dead of night. The young man's mood would change. Peace and tranquility.

A yellow snake gallstone, when exposed to sunlight, will reflect beautiful golden veins.

The remaining twelve small and exquisite snake gallstones have faded from their original bright colors, but their texture is fine and still good.

Li Baoping couldn't put it down for these gadgets. Holding the yellow snake gallstone in his hand, he said: "Uncle, please don't sell this one. For the other twelve stones, even if you want to sell them in the future, you must find someone who knows the goods." Buyer, otherwise we will definitely lose money."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Of course."

There is also a one-foot long black stone in the backpack, which looks very similar to the Dragon Slaying Platform, but Chen Pingan is not sure. He remembers that Miss Ning said that she wanted to separate the Dragon Slaying Platform to make the best sword sharpening stone in the world. , not only does it require some kind of swordsman to take action, but it also requires the loss of a very valuable weapon. Of course, for the young man at present, very powerful or very precious weapons and objects can be directly linked to value.

Just like for the girl who has returned to being a girl, the opponent's combat power can be directly linked to the number of Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping'an knew that this was definitely not given to him by Master Ruan. Did Mr. Qi give him the locust wood sword and the sword sharpening stone? Or was it the fairy woman in fluttering white clothes who used magical powers? Or is it Miss Ruan's private possession?

Chen Pingan had a headache.

Miss Ruan left one gold ingot, two silver ingots and a bag of ordinary copper coins in Li Baoping's basket. One time Li Baoping accidentally opened his money bag, and Chen Ping'an was shocked to find that there was a gold and copper coin inside.

This winning money was definitely left secretly by Ruan Xiu.

This shocked Chen Pingan and made him sweat profusely. If he had been careless and failed to discover the truth, and then accidentally spent this copper coin as an ordinary copper coin, Chen Ping'an would have wanted to slap himself twice when he thought of the consequences.

Chen Ping'an kept everything neatly organized, large and small, as if a woman who was accustomed to careful planning was running a small home.

Every time Li Baoping saw this scene, he wanted to laugh, thinking that his junior uncle was too good at getting along.

So in the future, how outstanding a girl must be to be worthy of my junior uncle?

The little girl found it difficult to find, so she felt a little sad.

A sneaky child sneaked over. After being discovered by Li Baoping, he looked at the small book box at her feet and said to Chen Pingan: "Chen Pingan, if you make me a small bamboo box, it will be better than Li Baoping's." The one is bigger and more beautiful, so I’ll call you Junior Uncle, what do you think?”

Chen Pingan glanced at him and said nothing.

Li Huai was a little anxious and decided to give in, "Then it'll be as big as Li Baoping's small bookcase. Is that okay?"

Chen Pingan accidentally discovered that Li Huai's boots were in tatters, with his toes exposed, and said, "I'll make you two pairs of straw sandals later."

Li Huai was furious and jumped up and said: "I don't care about those broken straw sandals. What I want is a book box! A book box used to store sages' classics! I, Li Huai, am also a disciple of Mr. Qi!"

Chen Ping'an frowned and said, "Let's go."

Li Huai was stunned and looked at Chen Ping'an's face carefully. After the two of them looked at each other, Li Huai suddenly felt a little scared and guilty. For the first time, this child who was fearless did not retaliate and cursed, and left angrily. He just ran out for a few steps and turned around. The head said confidently: "Don't forget the straw sandals. You need two pairs. You can wear them interchangeably."

Chen Pingan nodded.

When Li Huai ran away, the little girl said with admiration on her face: "Uncle, you are so awesome. You don't know. I can only convince Li Huai. Arguing is not an option, even if it's Mr. Qi." Li Huai doesn't like to talk to him."

Chen Ping'an reached out and rubbed the little girl's head, then picked up the backpack and said, "Get ready to leave. In two days of walking, we will see Daliyi Road soon."

The little girl picked up the small book box.

Little girl, red cotton-padded jacket, green bamboo box.

In fact, A Liang was holding it back very hard and wanted to tell the whole group that if our little bottle wasn't cute enough, it would make people laugh to death just by dressing up in this color.

Li Baoping suddenly said: "This Li Huai is a bit like that slug in Mud Bottle Lane, my uncle."

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, as if he had never compared the two words together. After thinking about it carefully, he shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like it. If you have a chance to meet Gu Can in the future, you will understand."

The little girl said oh, it was just a casual mention anyway, and she quickly began to imagine what Daliyi Road was like.

Chen Pingan is actually the same as Li Baoping. At first, he felt that the slug Gu Can and Li Huai were similar, but after getting along for a long time, he would find that they are very different.

Li Huai and Gu Can seem to have similar personalities. They look like they have a nest of centipedes and scorpions in their mouths. They are very poisonous and can make people angry with just one sentence. In Chen Pingan's eyes, they are actually very different. They are both heartless and heartless. , also born in poverty, Gu Can seems to be a thief, and he can roll his eyes faster than anyone else, but Gu Can's shrewdness beyond his years is more of a kind of self-preservation, while Li Huai is a pure little hedgehog. One, whoever is caught will be stabbed. This is because after all, Li Huai's parents are still alive, and he has an older sister. His temperament is not complicated, and he has gone to school and studied. His classmate Mengtong next to him is Li Baoping, Lin Generally speaking, the older children such as Shouyi and Shi Chunjia and Li Huai have not suffered much.

Gu Can was different. She pulled his mother who had grown up with one hand, and sometimes it had to be said that she also hurt him, making him taste the warmth and coldness of human relationships at a young age. Chen Ping'an once saw with his own eyes a man who smelled of alcohol. The drunk man cursed and walked out of Mud Bottle Alley. When he saw Gu Can coming home from playing, he didn't say anything. He walked over and kicked Gu Can hard in the stomach. After Gu Can fell to the ground, he also stepped on his head hard. , such a big child huddled against the wall with his belly in his arms, unable to cry.

If Chen Pingan hadn't happened to meet him when he was out, rushed over, punched the man so hard that he staggered back, and then quickly picked up Gu Can and went to Yang's shop, God knows whether the root cause of his illness would have been traced.

He also holds grudges even more. He keeps a small account book in his heart. He remembers each account very clearly. Whoever shrew scolded his mother in the street today, and which shameless man teased his mother with his talk, he remembers them all. Maybe As he grows older, some things and details have been forgotten, but Gu Can will definitely never forget his hateful impression of a certain person. Of course, Gu Can remembered the man who gave him two feet, his name, which alley he lived in, and who was in his family. Gu Can knew it all clearly. When he was alone with Chen Pingan in private, he always yelled. He wanted to dig up the man's ancestral grave, and also said that the man had a daughter, and when she grew up, he would sleep with her and bully her to death.

Children at that time didn't know what sleeping meant at all. They only knew that many men liked to "joke" with their mother-in-law. Women said "steal", while men often used the word "sleeping". .

Chen Ping'an still vividly remembers the child, who was only over four years old. His childish little face was ferocious, full of fierce light and stern eyes.

Chen Ping'an was a little worried. Of course he hoped that Gu Can would live a better life than anyone else, but at the same time, he didn't want Gu Can to become a fairy like Cai Jinjian or Fu Nanhua.

Looking at the absent-minded young master, Li Baoping asked, "What's wrong?"

If Chen Pingan was in the past, he would have said it was okay, but now he got straight to the point and said what was on his mind, "I'm afraid that the next time I see Slug, I won't recognize him."

Li Baoping said doubtfully: "Children grow up quickly. If we don't meet until four, five, seven or eight years later, it's normal for you not to know each other."

Chen Ping'an grinned, more like cheering himself up: "I believe Gu Can will always be the slug from Mud Bottle Alley."

As for whether you recognize yourself or not, it doesn't matter. As long as the child lives well, that's better than anything else.

There was a fault and stone cliff in the riverbed of the Tiefu River, which fell rapidly, and the water in the lower reaches suddenly surged.

Chen Ping'an stood on a stone cliff by the river and practiced boxing, walking back and forth in six steps.

A Liang didn't know when he stood on the edge of the stone cliff.

The water is splashing, the water is surging, and the water mist is filled. Fortunately, in late spring, the cold has dropped, and it does not seem to be bone-chilling.

A Liang said loudly: "It's not very interesting for you to practice this boxing. This standing position is a very basic small frame, which can be found in any sect in the martial arts world. However, the setting up position is pretty sloppy. At least it can help you survive. It's like the medicinal materials used to kill people, they are not expensive, but it is good to give the right medicine."

The young man listened and smiled but said nothing.

Because old man Yao said that when practicing boxing, you should not be discouraged.

A Liang nodded, "But an interesting thing can be done by interesting people. It's not a big problem if you practice boxing like this. The journey of martial arts is like a real dripping diamond, and it relies on hard work."

After finishing his boxing practice, Chen Pingan wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "A-Liang, aren't you the Wei Jin from the Immortal Stage?"

A Liang said with a smile: "Of course not. He recites poems in the same way, and his wine quality is extremely poor. When he gets high, he likes to have snot and tears. He is worse than Li Huai. How could I be like this? people."

Chen Pingan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect A Liang to be so straightforward, "What about the donkey and the wine gourd?"

A Liang rolled his eyes and said: "Of course they are all from Wei and Jin. I am not as poor and sophisticated as him. I like drinking. I really can't do things like riding a donkey to see the mountains and rivers. It's so slow that it will drive me to death."

Chen Pingan asked cautiously: "Is he dead?"

A Liang smiled playfully, "Why should I kill him? Kill him for treasure?"

Chen Pingan looked at A Liang and shook his head, "I believe you won't kill him."

A Liang picked up the wine gourd that was supposed to be used to raise the sword and took a sip of wine. "He gave me this small gourd to raise the sword. I taught him the art of sword riding. The boy suddenly opened his mouth and finally broke the bottleneck." , so he went into seclusion. As a reward, he gave me the gourd. Don't think I took advantage, it was him who made a lot of money. I just helped take care of this donkey."

It is very difficult to break through the ten swordsmen of Fengxue Temple's military strategists.

But in this case, A Liang didn't want to explain it too clearly to Chen Ping'an.

The road must be walked step by step.

Chen Pingan was a little surprised and asked, "Why didn't Master Ruan recognize you?"

A Liang found a place to sit and shook the silver-white small gourd. "The natal sword energy in the gourd is still there and is not damaged. This means that the owner is still alive and his soul and body are intact. Your Dongbaopingzhou is a It’s such a small place, Ruan Qiong doesn’t think there are too intimidating masters here, who can kill Wei Jin in an instant, and who can kill Wei Jin so fast that they don’t even have time to contact Wei Jin’s flying sword.”

Chen Ping'an was surprised and said: "Small place? Some people say that we have hundreds of dynasties in the East Aquarius Continent. We haven't reached the border of Dali yet."

A Liang turned around and threw the wine bottle to the young man standing next to him, "You know it's time to leave. Come on, come on, have a drink. If a man doesn't know how to drink, he's just walking away in vain."

"Don't drink. Zhu He said that those who practice martial arts cannot drink." Chen Pingan carefully took the wine gourd, sat next to A Liang, and handed it back to him. A Liang did not take it, so Chen Pingan had to hold it carefully in his arms. Looking at the river, he sighed softly: "Yes, I have seen gods flying around on swords. There are many flying over the top of our town."

A Liang is a little annoyed when he hears Zhu He now, but this guy next to him likes to compare himself with Zhu He.

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "A Liang, can you really teach Wei and Jin swordsmanship? Then aren't you even more powerful than Zhu He?"

here we go again.

A Liang sighed, "I just have a good temper, and I don't have the same experience as you."

Chen Ping'an was really curious about this matter, so he broke the casserole and asked, "Is it much more powerful?"

Ah Liang grabbed the wine gourd, raised his head and took a sip of wine, saying with disgust on his face: "Go, go, go."

Chen Pingan laughed loudly, turned to look at the depressed-looking man in a bamboo hat, blinked, and said, "Actually, I know you are much better than Zhu He."

A Liang finally felt better.

Chen Ping'an immediately added, with a sincere tone: "I don't think the two Zhu Hes can beat you."

A Liang said helplessly: "If you really want to flatter me, can you be a little sincere and remove the word 'maybe'?"

Chen Pingan remained silent, raised the corners of his mouth, looked at the mighty green waterfall, and suddenly said: "Alian, thank you."

A Liang drank the wine one after another and asked casually: "Huh? Thank you for what I did. I neither taught you how to practice boxing nor how to practice swordsmanship."

Chen Ping'an sat cross-legged, habitually placing his hands and ten fingers on his chest, practicing Jianlu Boxing, "After meeting you, I feel that the outside world is not so scary. Because I found that there are good people outside, no. Everyone bullies others at will because they are capable. Li Huai and Zhu Lu said so about you along the way, but they never got angry."

A Liang smiled and took a sip of wine, and said slowly, "This praise came so unexpectedly that I took a sip of wine to suppress my shock. But are you scared too? How dare you kill a young immortal figure in an alley?" Dare to confront a mountain-moving ape head-on? Dare to take a small treasure vase out to travel to the Sui Dynasty without saying anything? You are really courageous."

Chen Ping'an said softly: "I do some things because I have to do them, but that doesn't mean I'm not afraid at all. I'm just a porcelain kiln worker's apprentice, how brave can I be?"

A Liang nodded, "That's the truth."

They were both speechless, only the sound of water.

A Liang was the first to break the silence and asked: "If you did something very popular in a very famous place, and then you could carve a big character that would be passed down for thousands of years, which character would you choose?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "It should be my last name. My parents are both named Chen, so it would be nice to carve the word "Chen" into it."

A Liang shook his head and sighed, "It's so tacky, not like me."

A Liang quickly explained to himself: "It's normal. Strange men like me are rare after all. Cows and sheep live in herds on the plains, and tigers walk alone in the mountains. It's lonely."

The man in the bamboo hat might have said that he was moved, so he quickly took a big gulp of wine.

The straw-shoe boy suddenly grinned, grinning from ear to ear, as if he was thinking of something very happy.

This is definitely a rarity.

So A Liang asked: "What are you thinking about, Silly Lehe?"

The young man blushed a little and said with a shy face, "If I can carve more words, then I will write the name of my beloved girl on that wall."

Aliang bared his teeth and clicked his tongue: "Then burn more incense and pray that your future wife's name will only have two characters. If it is three characters or four characters, haha."

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, "Is there anyone else whose name has four characters? Isn't that weird?"

A Liang patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "Chen Ping'an, study more in the future."

Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed.

A Liang woke up suddenly, "Chen Pingan, you have a girl you like?! Who is it? Tell me quickly and make me happy!"

Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes with a smile, shook his head and said, "No."

Ah Liang pointed at the young man and said, "I knew you were dishonest from the beginning."

Chen Pingan asked in a low voice: "A-Liang, are you still a bachelor now?"

A Liang: "Shut up!"

Chen Pingan responded, "I knew it from the beginning."

Ah Liang stretched out his thumb, pointed at himself, and said, "Do you know how many heroines and fairies are crying and shouting to marry me, Ah Liang, in several other places?"

Chen Pingan replied seriously: "Of course I don't know."

After A Liang was deflated, he drank in silence.

Chen Pingan asked: "By the way, A Liang, what word did you engrave? Can you tell me?"

A Liang immediately brightened up and said proudly, "That's amazing. My handwriting is unrivaled in the world. The key is that the handwriting is very flavorful! It's catchy and powerful. What other surname is Haoran? Ah Lei Chi, it's so much better. You don't know that in order to stop me from carving such a word, the faces of many old turtle bastards turned dark. They had no choice but to compare, and some of them were quite senior. The guys were so angry that they blew their beards and glared, and almost rolled up their sleeves to fight with me. I didn't bother to pay them any attention. You guys are so shameless and you gang up on me and beat me up. I won't run away? I'm stupid, right? Of course, I ran away after carving the words."

Chen Pingan regretted asking this question.

A Liang had an expression on his face that said, "Please ask me what word it is."

Chen Ping'an turned his head slightly and looked at the river again, refusing to speak even to death.

A Liang was stunned.

The man in the bamboo hat gently stuffed the fragrant wine gourd, obviously he had no interest in drinking anymore.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an suddenly widened his eyes and discovered that on the lower reaches of the Tiefu River, there were four or five people walking hand in hand on the water. There was a white-haired old man in coir raincoat singing "Since ancient times, famous mountains have been waiting for saints", and there were some people in gorgeous clothes. The enchanting woman is smiling coquettishly, and there is also a little boy wearing a Taoist robe holding a bamboo stick, looking very old-fashioned.

Chen Pingan's eyes widened and he murmured: "God?"

A Liang didn't even look at him.

Zhu He held a bunch of red bells, rang them quickly, and rushed towards Chen Ping'an and A Liang. He said with a heavy face: "This is the demon bell left to me by my ancestors. Once a demonic mountain spirit approaches the bell, it will be hundreds of meters away." Within a few days, there will be no wind. Senior Aliang, Chen Ping'an, we'd better be careful and leave this cliff by the river first to avoid unnecessary conflicts."

Chen Pingan thought for a while and was about to get up.

A Liang didn't even look at the strange scene on the other side of the river. He pulled out the cork of the wine, shook it at the two of them, and said with a smile, "I'll leave soon after I take a sip of wine."

Zhu He was a little anxious, "Senior Aliang, our Dali imperial court has always been very loose in controlling the monsters in the mountains. As long as no one is killed, they usually never interfere..."

Ah Liang said something like this and quickly stood up to leave the cliff with them to make way for the uninvited guests.

But above the river, those five extraordinary guys, each with their own realm of cultivation, judged each other. The old man in coir raincoat, who was the most advanced, was the first one who seemed to have been struck by thunder on the forehead. He stopped and remained motionless. , the next four are all the same. Then, it was the old man who was full of fairy spirit who was the first to turn around and run away. This time, he didn't care about the fairy charm. He wanted to use his hands and feet together. The four of them continued to do the same.

A Liang had a look of suspicion that couldn't be more fake, with a smirk on his face.

Zhu He swallowed.

The bell in my hand has become silent.

He asked tentatively: "Senior Aliang, what is this?"

Ah Liang fastened the small silver gourd and rubbed his chin, "Am I too murderous?"

Chen Pingan asked in a low voice: "A-Liang, did those guys recognize your sword-raising gourd?"

A Liang laughed heartily, put his arm around the young man's shoulders, and walked down the cliff. "It's possible, it's possible. There's a lot of mystery in the sword-raising gourd. I won't tell ordinary people."

A Liang suddenly let go of his hand and asked Chen Pingan to go back first.

The boy in straw sandals trotted away.

A Liang was still holding hands with Zhu He and asked in a low voice: "Zhu He, you are in the fifth realm of martial arts, right? How did you manage to be so subtle that Chen Pingan thought you were a master? Why don't you teach me, otherwise I will After spending so much effort and putting on all the airs of being a master, that kid is still blind."

Zhu He's body stiffened and he said uneasily: "Senior Aliang, I really don't know this."

A Liang said angrily: "This is boring."

Zhu He said with a sad face, "Senior Aliang, I really don't know."

Ahead, the young man turned around and trotted backwards, facing A-Liang, laughing loudly and asking: "A-Liang, what is that word?"

A Liang suddenly became energetic, coughed, held up the hat with one hand, and stretched out his thumb with the other hand, "Fierce!"

Like the five guys on the river, the young man felt as if he was struck by lightning, then silently turned around and ran away, muttering: "It's your uncle's fault!"