Chapter 280: Parting

There is a sigh in the Great Wall of the Sword. It seems that it does not recognize the murder of the old sword fairy, but it is not willing to come forward.
Next to the sighing person, there is an old voice that sounds, "Jade is just a matter of course, let alone Chen Chenqing has something to do, you will bear it."
The sigher sighs.
The old voice is helpless and laughs. Try to persuade: "With Chen Qing, tell you about this set of Confucian rules. What is the meaning of the chicken and the duck? What is the meaning of your Confucianism is the study of the near man? If you don't ask for longevity, the avenues are not too far away, why bother Chen Qing is doing everything in order, isn't the sages perfect? ​​You don't have to measure Chen Qingdu by the standard of saints, it is very simple."
The man said indifferently: "Every time Chen Qingdu’s unreasonable influence, the impact of the ordinary people, I am afraid that the ordinary people will not be able to compare 10,000 times."
The old man smiled: "Chen Chen is a sword repair, you are a Confucian, not the same."
The Confucian man was silent for a long time, and finally muttered: "Where is the Master, the Habitat Generation."
The elderly who persuaded the fruitless people also sighed.
In the city of the north of the Great Wall of the Sword, someone violently said: "Chen Qingdu!"
A hang of Changhong rises from the ground, wrapped in the unstoppable wind and thunder, straight into the city.
The old man who had already jumped off the city frowned, gently flicking his sleeves, and pulled Chen Ping, standing on the head of the city, behind him, and he just stood in the original position of Chen Ping, facing the imposing sword repair. The old man blinked: "Why, the family is out of the genius, you still have reason?"
The sword repair hovered four or five feet outside the city. It was a tall old man who had to be white, and the momentum was extremely majestic. Even if it was the oldest and the highest caliper of the Great Wall, the old man still had no respect. The meaning of fear, full of anger and questioning: "My Dong family has its own family rule to deal with traitors, and retreats 10,000 steps. The hidden officials have not yet determined the seriousness of my grandson's crimes. Why did you deal with Dong Guan Waterfall?

From the hair to the clothing, the old man, who is all white, is aggressive and suddenly raises his voice. "When are you Dong Dong more dead?!"
Chen Qing is full of sarcasm. "Before Dong Guan Waterfall died under my sword, I really did when Dong San died. A demon in the banter, you Dong Jiaxuan is checking for a month. Do you believe that if you change a surname, such as the surname Chen, how many days is it?"
The old man named Dong, who was killed from the city, was angry. "A jade singer who is willing to repent and make up for it, isn't it better than a corpse to benefit the Great Wall?"
Chen Qingdu even dismissed whether it was or not, but sneered: "I have a corpse under a sword? Is this little animal sneaking into a fairyland?"
The tall old man who claimed to be Dong San is so angry that his eyes are round and round, and his sword is full of enthusiasm. If the waves are slamming the city, the waves are bursting.
Chen Qing always raised an eyebrow. "Why, what to shoot?"
Dong San stepped forward step by step, and smiled with anger: "Others are afraid of you Chen Qingdu, I am not afraid! I will shoot when I shoot, why not?!"
A childish voice was heard in the distant city, and some grievances were wronged. "Okay, I blame me. I am reluctant to die so much at Dong Guan Waterfall. After all, Xiao Dong is one of my favorite guys, I am now I like Cao Ci more. I liked Dong Xiaosuo worms in the past. Now that I am dead... I am dead."
The person who spoke out was the little shofar who was wearing a robe and the savage official of the Great Wall.
Invisible, around this city head, there have been dozens of swords and swords in the Great Wall, or the owner of the big surname, or the swordsman with great strength.
Only the two saints who are qualified to sit on the same level as Chen Qing are missing.
A handsome man with a middle-aged appearance sternly said: "Dong San, this is something you did wrong. It was wrong at the beginning! Over the years, your expectations for Dong Guan Waterfall are too great. The sword heart of Dong Guan Waterfall has become so extreme, and he insists on going to the demon's hinterland to experience this disaster. He thinks that the Jiancheng Great Wall has Dong San, and with an Aliang, you can also have one more Dong Guan. Waterfall, I don't think so, but if he doesn't listen, even young, you? Don't you know that it is dangerous?"
Dong San is even more indifferent. "I should have this kind of ambition for Dong Jia Er Lang. Why should I persuade him? I can't help the children of Dong family to be more kendo than my Dong San!"
Speaking of this, Dong San even laughed and said: "We are Dong family, after all, not a family like Chen, Qi, Nalan, not so much."
The old man went down this stick and almost killed half of the sword wall.
The handsome man snorted and stopped talking.
Chen Pingan found that the old man surnamed Qi also had a place. At this time, he slowly said: "Where is this, how can it be? The enemy is currently, do we still want to be guilty?"
A veteran long-sleeved sergeant, gently nodded: "No matter what, the most important thing in the moment is to deal with the demon's offensive, not to chaos, and cheaper to the south of the animals."
The old sword fairy simply ignored the two good-hearted pastes, and even more meaningless things, staring at Dong San, and laughing: "If you can make a redemption, then I can kill you Dong San. Then let the hidden officer tear off a few pages of credit, even if it’s okay?

Dong San is even more speechless.
The atmosphere is awkward and heavy.
Chen Pingan looked at this scene behind the old Jianxian, only to feel the sword on the head of the city. After these people appeared, they began to have weight, and he almost couldn’t breathe.
Dong San suddenly looked around and yelled: "Look at your mother's good play, and join your mother's excitement and roll!"
Ten of the mainstays of the Great Wall of the Sword, know that this is Dong Laopfu and then find a step for himself. Today, this frame can't be beaten, and they will dissipate and return to the city in the north.
When the crowds retreated, Chen Pingan saw that Ning Yao was also among them. She slowly moved the sword to the city. Dong San even squinted at the little girl. She didn’t have a good air: "Ning Shantou, don’t want to learn your waste. My mother, you, I still like it very much."
Ning Yao has no expression.
Dong San did not even care about it, turned to the wind and strode back to the city.
The hidden official standing on the head of the city is the one who is the most heartless, and has been secretly yawning. At this moment, she suddenly wrinkled her face, hesitated, opened her mouth, and extended her thumb against the restless tooth. Gently swayed, and finally he was not willing to pull it out. After closing his mouth, he turned and muttered to the distance.
The old Jianxian Chen Qingdu is so strange to the storm tonight, and smiles at Ning Yao, plundering the city and heading for the old hut.
Chen Pingan jumped back to the city and stood side by side with Ning Yao.
Ning Yao doesn't have much emotional ups and downs. "The Great Wall of Jianqi has always been like this. The rule left in the ancestors has not changed much."
Chen Pingan curiously looked to Ning Yao.
Ning Yao slowly said: "The sword tip is facing south."
Simply four words, let the beginning of learning the sword of Chen Pingxin swaying, stirring.
Chen Pingan could not help but turn his head and look to the south.
Ning Yao took the initiative to take off Chen Ping’s sword and started drinking.
Chen Pingan retracted his gaze and whispered: "The Dong Guan Waterfall, who was a traitor, isn't the kind of person you said? Once a hero on the battlefield, it is not reasonable in the city?"
Ning Yao shook his head: "On the contrary, Xiao Dong’s grandfather has always been a good person. He is always in the north of Jiancheng Great Wall. He has never lived in a simple way. He didn’t like to deal with people. I saw it occasionally when I was a child. Little Dong’s grandfather would be very polite, though not good. Words, but the next time I will laugh at me, just like my parents."
Ning Yao sat cross-legged and reluctantly said: "No one knows why Grandpa Dong’s grandfather wants to rely on the Yaozu. It may be the experience of the old man who had been involved in the accident. He has a big problem. In fact, he left the Jianqi Great Wall. Going alone to the wilderness of the martyrdom of the sword, many, because there, the demon of the Five Kingdoms all like to be proud of the cultivation of the human race, the week is no different from us, only in the critical moment on the battlefield Only then will the real body be able to withstand the flying sword with the innate tyrannical body. Therefore, as long as the sword repair is careful, it is not easy to be seen."
The reason why people are the head of all spirits lies in the people's acupoints. It is the most mysterious hole in the world, so the Yaozu will tirelessly cultivate the body, and then practice will be twice as effective. This is the case for the Tsing Yi children and the pink skirt girls in Lok Ma Wan.
Ning Yao continued: "Of course, some special cases of the Great Wall of the Swords have been written down by the peaks and demons, and then recorded in the secret law, it will be more difficult to walk wild. But the booklet, I heard that the number of places is limited, the above The sword repair of the name is not too much. It is often the death of a sword fairy in my hometown. Add another one. It is reasonable to say that when Grandpa Dong’s grandfather travels far away, it is an ordinary Yuan Yingjian sword repair. It shouldn't be on the booklet, and the profound Dong family has a unique secret to cover up the air machine, which is difficult to detect."
Ning Yao did not say one thing.
She is one of the swordsmanships in the quirky booklet, and is one of the youngest sword repairers in the history of the Great Wall.
Ning Yao has been recorded before the age of ten.
In the history, those who have such treatment, without exception, are in the battlefield south of Jianhe Great Wall before they are 30 years old.
The Yaozu never took the price for this.
Often the life or death of a proud prince will involve a life or death of even a few big demon and sword fairy.
Because the Yaozu thinks that there is a Chen Qing on the head of the city.
In case there is one more Ning Qingdu and Yao Qingdu, it is not just one or two things that have fallen on the Five Kingdoms.
The helplessness of Jianqi Great Wall lies in the pride of this kind of heaven. If you don’t go to the early battlefield, you will not rise quickly between life and death, but only in the north of Jianhe Great Wall, even if several swordsmen are carefully taught, it is still Nothing is possible, growing up to the next Chen Qingdu, Aliang or Dong San.
Chen Pingan suddenly asked: "I am here, is it actually going to distract you, dragging you into practice?"
Ning Yao nodded, hum, no denial, and did not hesitate.
But she said straightforwardly: "But you are here, I will be very happy. When I practice at the Dragon Terrace, I often can't help but think of you, I will be dazed, and when I finish my stay, I will run straight. Looking for you, going back and rushing to deal with some family affairs, then one day seems to have passed, and I will wait to see you the next day before going to bed."
This is Ning Yao.
Qi Jingchun once warned Zhao Xue, a disciple of her school at first sight, that she would not like Shangning Yao because she is a sword without a sheath. It is easy to hurt others and even hurt her.
Ning Yao views the world, always good and bad, black and white, almost ruthless.
Just now there is one more Chen Ping.
So Chen Pingan smashed the railroad: "Up to three days, I will leave here, and then go to the northern part of Luzhou, the most powerful city like Jianqi, practice boxing and practice swords, and strive to be the fastest in the martial arts, and be eligible to participate here. The war, then I will come to you again!"
Ning Yao silently knows that this is the most correct, but she just does not want to speak, not willing to point this head.
Instead, she will complain about this guy around me, why can she make up her mind so quickly.
Chen Pingan wanted to drink alcohol, but the sword raised in the hands of Ning Yao was tight, as if he had deliberately changed a hand, farther away from Chen Ping.
Ning Yao suddenly said: "The demon people have been attacking the Great Wall of the Swords for 20 or 30 years. It will be enough for you to be in the seventh place for ten years."
Ning Yao cross-browed, "On ten years, no more!"
Chen Pingan moved his and sat facing her. He smiled: "Okay. But you must wait for me."
Ning Yao twisted and pinched and leaned over, sitting opposite him and handing the sword to him, and he nodded: "Okay."
Chen Pingan took the jug and drank his head.
Ning Yao whispered: "I have a lot of problems."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I like you."
Ning Yao eyes are ruddy.
Chen Pingan extended a hand and shivered slightly, gently stroking Ning Yao's cheek.
Ning Yao had some blush, but did not refuse, she just closed her eyes and did not dare to look at him.
Just as the world was lonely, it seemed that there were only two people left, and an untimely cough sounded softly.
Chen Pingan quickly retracted his hand and drank his face to drink. Ning Yao turned his head and looked at it. His narrow eyebrows were full of murderousness. The uninvited guest was the old sword fairy Chen, standing not far from the two. With a negative hand and a smile on his face, "Suddenly think of one thing, I am afraid I will forget it when I turn back. I have to talk to Chen Pingan quickly."
"You are all right."
After taking the jug, Ning Yao sat facing the city and turned his back to the old sword fairy.
Chen Ping jumped down the city and asked: "Chen Grandpa, what?"
The old man smiled and said: "The paintings of the old blind man in the south, good-looking, the old vulture chicken soup in the west, good to drink, the word of the scholar in the middle school, handsome. I think these people are very interesting. But the most interesting thing is these old guys. One can't die than one."
Ning Yao couldn't help but turn his head: "Chen Grandpa, according to your previous statement, is there still a stinky cow in the East China Sea?"
The old sword fairy nodded: "I just thought of this guy, I just want to talk to Chen Pingan."
Ning Yao is puzzled.
The old sword fairy pointed his finger at Chen Pingan. "Your longevity bridge, repairing or not repairing, is actually of little significance. It is better to find another way, so it is necessary to find this person, but it is very likely that you will be rejected, but I I think that if you can get here, maybe it will be an exception."
Chen Ping’s heart was shocked and asked:
Chen Grandpa, how to find this high man, is it to the East China Sea? It seems that our Baoguanzhou is on the East China Sea.

Lao Jianxian shook his head and said: "It is to go to Tongyezhou in the southeast to find a Taoist temple."
Chen Pingan was on the spot and hesitated. This is not consistent with his original intention. However, since the old swordsman said so, it must have its deep meaning, but Chen Ping will still worry about the ten-year agreement and become himself fourth. The hardships of the situation made Chen Pingan dare not have any optimism about the next five, six or seven times.
The old sword fairy said: "You have this sword, you have a lot of experience. It is better to borrow me for ten years. I can take a sword and exchange it with you. After ten years, I will change it again. Then this sword will be in you. After arriving at Tongyezhou, help you to indicate the general direction and find the old Donghai people. As soon as you are lucky enough to find him, people are willing to help you, and you have to look at your own creation."
Chen Ping nodded and said: "Good!"
Chen Pingan took off the sword and took out the scorpion sword to demolish the demon. Ning Yao asked: "Can you leave the wooden sword to me? I can also change a sword with you."
Chen Pingan scratched his head and said: "The wooden sword is given to me by Mr. Qi. It can't be transferred to you, but you can stay there without any problem. Also, you don't have to give me a sword. The sword is so short that there is no sword. I use it for the time being. No."
Ning Yao Zhao beckoned, Chen Pingan will gently throw the Suimu sword to her, and then handed the sword to the old sword fairy.
The plaque originally placed in the sword scorpion had already been put into the Feijian fifteen before entering the hanging mountain. Otherwise, the dead bone ghost would have long been smouldering in the Great Wall of Jianqi.
When the old man touched the coffin of the coffin, it disappeared out of thin air.
At the end of the old sword fairy, after one hand, one hand and close together in front of a quick touch.
Between the old man and Chen Pingan, the true face of a sheathed sword was revealed.
The old sword fairy eyes indicated that Chen safely caught the sword.
Chen Pingan extended his hands and the sword fell. Chen Ping thought that he could easily catch the sword. The result was a sly, and he almost fell a dog.
The old sword fairy is indifferent, "the sword name is long, the scabbard and the body are not as heavy as seven pounds, but the sword gas is up to eighty kilograms. The person with the sword can temper the soul of the day and night."
Chen Pingan did not have a sword, and for the time being, he could not bear this "long gas" and had to hold the sword.
The old sword fairy looked at Chen Pingan and nodded. "It’s a bit like a sword repair."
Ning Yao suddenly turned his head and looked to the south.
The old man smiled. "Now I know why I bother you both."
Ning Yao’s eyes were sharp, and the sword was lifted off in an instant.
The old man turned his head and said to Chen Pingan: "Hurry and tell Ning, and I will send you back to the mountains."
Chen Pingan stood up with his sword and looked up at Ning Yao, but he couldn’t say a word at one time.
Ning Yao also looked down and she quickly threw the sword to Chen Pingan.
The old man smiled and said: "The children are long-lived, but they don't lose their swords. That's it, a stomach loves love, stay and see you next time."
The old man slammed and flicked, and Chen Ping, who had just caught the sword, fell backwards.
The next moment, when Chen Pingan stood, he found that he was no longer in the city, but was hanging over the square at the foot of the mountain.
There is only a big day hanging high here, not the vision of the world hanging in March.
Sitting on a pile of horses, holding a sword, looking at the sluggish teenager holding a sword gourd.
Parting.
But let Chen Ping forget that he has the wine to pour.
On the southern side of the Great Wall of the Jianqi Great Wall, a little girl with a shofar sits on the edge and shakes her feet. She says to herself: "I want to be a tree. When I am happy, I bloom in the autumn. When I am sad, in the spring. Fallen leaves."


(At the end of yesterday's chapter, the little poem, from Bai Helin's "Lonely", at the end of today, seems to be written by a child, I just made a little adaptation. I like both poems, love at first sight. That kind of.)