Chapter 223: 憧憬

When Chen Pingan walked down the high building and returned to his seat, he had already missed two big battles.
Zhang Dashan, a Taoist priest on the next chair, saw Chen Pingan and quickly got up and thanked him. Chen Ping had to hold a fist and return to the jade card.
This open battle of the deadly enemy, fair, the battlefield is not set in the Fenglei Park or Zhengyang Mountain, but one of the six veins of Fengxue Temple, Shenxiantai, Fengxue Temple as a military holy place, compared to Zhenwushan, more friends Wide range, plus the style of acting is far lower than that of Zhenwu Mountain. The sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect is not good.
As for why Fengxue Temple chooses Shenxiantai, it is the Shenxiantai located at the top of the peak. The view is wide and the scenery is pleasant. In terms of perception, it is the most feng shui treasure in the Fengxue Temple. Secondly, the Shenxiantai disciples are rare. The incense is dying, and it is almost supported by Wei Jin alone. Wei Jin is not close to Zongmen because of his relationship with the teacher. I think the Fengxue Temple also has the opportunity to increase the incense for Shenxiantai.
After Chen Ping’s results from Qiushi’s mouth, he was shocked. In the previous two wars, Fengleiyuan lost all of them. A founder and a famous sword repairer who lived in the middle of the battle successively died under the sword of Zhengyangshan’s opponent. The second ancestor battle was actually the same, but because Zhengyangshan ancestors put on the last breath, swallowed later than the wind and thunder garden sword repair, Fengxue Temple judged Zhengyang Mountain to win according to the rules.
On the vast expanse of the fairy platform, there is no scene of crowded people. A small number of buildings are densely clustered in the northeast corner. Only the status of Baojizhou, who has both status and strength, is qualified to go to the building to watch the battle. The rest of the monks It can only be seen from the peaks of other places in Fengxue Temple.
A large fairy platform seems to be left only to the warring parties.
After the conversation, Chen Pingcai discovered that the Taoist Zhang Shanzhi had not heard of Zhengyang Mountain and Fenglei Garden before this. It is not surprising that the athletes of the Luzhou levy were very high, for Jiuzhou. The smallest Baoguanzhou has always looked down on it. There may be only Shanya Academy, Guanhu Academy, Daxie Cui Wei, Wufu Song Changjing and Jianxian Weijin. These celebrities can be included in the eyes of the monks of the Luzhou.
In addition, with the cultivation and vision of Taoist Zhang Shan, and not on a continent, it is a strange thing to familiarize yourself with the customs of Baoliangzhou.
Fenglei Garden and Zhengyang Mountain are the feuds of the world. They are known to the public. They originate from the deepest part of the garden of Fenglei Garden. On the test sword field, there is a body of Zhengyangshan female ancestor. After being killed, it was exposed to the present. Not only did he not want to return the body, but the Zhengyangshan disciple helped to get into the soil. Even the wind-throwing style long sword that pierced the head was never pulled out, so he could let the disciples and the guests in the garden watch it freely. Three hundred years.
What is a shameful shame? This is!
Zhengyang Mountain is the culmination of a kendo in Yizhou. It has been swaying in the past three hundred years. In terms of the excellentness of the youngest generation of younger generations, it is actually better than Fenglei Park.
After Zhengyang Mountain, almost every person will go to the wind and thunder garden to challenge, trying to "please" back to the ancestral bones, let her die and pay attention. However, at that time, the owner of the Fenglei Garden, who killed the Zhengyangshan women’s sword repair, lived for another three hundred years. Even in the three hundred years of Zhengyangshan, the genius came forth in large numbers, but in front of him, he still could not win. The people who challenged later did not have such a hot shot, but they were not kind, or broke the bridge, or destroyed the sword. It may be better for Zhengyangshan Jianxiu to die than to die. Come here very happy.
This is the origin of the allusion of Dongbao Pingzhou
Wind and Thunder Park with one person pressing a mountain
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Nowadays, the owner of the Fenglei Garden has finally died. In the New Year's Spring, the rumors have quietly reconciled the reincarnation, and it coincides with the customary battle of Jiazi. Although the Fenglei Garden has been strictly guarded against it, I hope that this secret will not be leaked, but Zhengyang Mountain does not know from Where did you know that the peaks of a mountain were all vibrating, and the group was full of excitement. Some people dragged their families to the tomb to burn the toast, and the drunken old people were drunk. The young swords of Zhengyang Mountain were even more war-torn. Years of humiliation and resentment, finally have a chance to spit out.
In fact, after the two wars, Zhengyangshan really won, and the win was very beautiful. The face was filled with a lot of money, so that the last youngest generation’s victory and defeat, playing and not Playing, it has become redundant.
The prostitute Qiu is somewhat worried. She feels that most of the last game is not played. The martial art called Fenglei Garden has lost two games. The ancestors of the second Wind Thunder Garden are just a sigh of relief, so that they can save some face. If it is the third game, then it will be lost for three games. The reputation of the wind and thunder garden will be completely destroyed.
Wind Thunder Park is now stopping, and you can also get a comfort that you are willing to gamble.
Chen Pingan remembered the Liu Xiuqiao, who was in the mountains to find the banyan tree, and suddenly said: "In the third game, Fenglei Garden will definitely fight."
Liu Weiqiao is not a friend or an enemy for Chen Pingan. In the foreign gods, he left a deep impression on Chen Pingan.
Chen Pingan simply felt that he could teach Liu Zongqiao's sect, and would not shrink back.
as predicted.
Fengxue Temple, Zhengyang Mountain and Fengxue Temple are all three parties. After a secret negotiation, the child, the short-skinned wind snow temple lord, walked to the center of Shenxiantai with a man and a woman, and announced the third battle. About to start.
Zhengyangshan played on one side, for Su Jia, the woman hangs a long sword, and the other one raises a sword, and the heroic and graceful, can be described as a country.
The wind thunder garden played on one side, and the disciple of the garden owner, named Huang He, was carrying a huge sword. I don’t know if I had a big sword or a long sword.
When almost everyone is paying attention to the two young sword repairs, Chen Pingan is quietly running in the body, looking at the statues, looking for some figure in the attic, although the long scroll is so big, but the reason why this is the reason The world is so popular that the eyes of the martial arts and the pure Wufu are far beyond ordinary people. The world sees the mustard is the mustard, but the Taoist ancestors seem to see a world, where the common flower and the leaf are the leaves, but the Buddha can See a small world.
Chen Ping’s eyes suddenly darkened, grabbed a few pieces of tea, put them in the mouth, and chewed them gently.
In the top corridor of a tall building, a white burly old man with arms around his chest is overlooking the Shenxiantai Square, and a beautiful girl rides on the old man's head.
The position of the old man is centered to the right, and this layer after the railing is the grandfather of Zhengyang Mountain. There are both men and women, and the ones are extraordinary, and the swords gather together, such as rivers and rivers, and the bulls.
Chen Pingan stared at the old man in white. After a while, he shifted his gaze. Another high-rise building is the viewpoint that Shenxiantai left for the Fenglei Garden. From top to bottom, the number of sword repairs is scarce, compared to Zhengyangshanzhongwu. The swordsmanship of the swordsmanship is dispatched, and there are only a handful of people who are accompanying the wind and thunder gardens, and most of them are younger generations, such as Liu Yiqiao, who is sitting on the railings, sitting in an indecent position, but after losing both battles, Liu The bridge looks dignified.
The poor acid priest looked at his face and muttered: "Begin."
Qiu Shi smiled and said: "The previous two games are all running against the opponent. This frame doesn't have to be won, and it doesn't matter the big picture. I guess it will hit you and come and go. It won't be like It was so before."
Chen Pingan does not comment.
His mind was mainly placed on the mountain where Zhengyang Mountain was moved.
Chen Pingan silently remembers the Zhang Yanyan in the attic of Zhengyang Mountain, knowing oneself and knowing each other, in order to be targeted. Compared with the future side-clicking and hearsay, the picture that I see now is the most intuitive and true. In the future, these people may be potential opponents who block their own mountaineering reason. Of course, from that day, it is still far away, now Chen Ping You are only three warriors, after all, the strong three realms are just three realms.
The old man of the Confucian hat with a skull on his head said: "The female doll named Su Jia is a little dangling."
In the phrase.
The youngest sword on the far right habitually tapped the scabbard. "She lost, but it is a pity that the sword is raised. If the person is not good, I am afraid that the Luzhou can not find the third one."
A prophecy.
Three strokes only, Su Jia out of the sword, out of the sword in the sword, is still the young sword repaired by the other party named Huang He, can not afford to fall, the original man behind the big squat, loaded Filled with a small sword, it is almost like a horse's nest. It is not a life-sword flying sword. It is only good at distracting and flying the sword. It is impossible to counterattack when it hits the Soviet Union. Once the arm of the sword is worn by the flying sword hole, it is cut off once. The red rope that hangs the sword at the waist, the last time was nailed into the left and right wrists by two flying swords, and the Zhengyangshan fairy, which fell in the pool of blood, has passed out.
The number of fairies that Baopingzhou really makes people convinced is actually not many. The goddess Zongyu woman He Xiaoliang is the first person to be deserved. After that, Su Jia and the three or four people are called Baoguanzhou. The goddess in the mind of the soul has long been admired. Some people even joked that after the reappointment of Su Jia, the number of disciples collected by Zhengyang Mountain every ten years was 30% more than before.
Jian Xiu Huang He stood beside Su Jia, raised one foot, stepped on the excellent sword raising, and the bottom of the foot gently moved.
The young sword of the wind thunder garden repaired, the corner of the mouth pulled a curve, looked around, and finally turned to look at the tall building where the Zhengyang Mountain ancestors stood side by side.
From his eyebrows, he plucked a black-and-white sword, and squeaked. When the flying sword trembled, the wind and the mountain wind around the whole Shenxiantai became incomparable. Chaos.
After the public demonstration, the young man took back the sword and went to the tall building. "After sixty years, my Yellow River will climb the Zhengyang Mountain to test the sword, and then pick a head and put it in the wind and thunder garden."
On the top floor, a white-haired Zhengyangshan ancestor, who had to be arrogant and glaring, couldn’t help but succumb to the maddening bastard.
On the top floor of the high-rise building where Feng Lei Yuan Jian repairs, suddenly the door opens, and a handsome black-faced sword repairs out. He smiles at the Zhengyang Mountain ancestor who is ready to move. "Zhou He, leaning on the old and selling old, is very bad, otherwise I will accompany you. Are you playing?"
After this sword repaired out of the gate, not only the white-haired ancestors, the high-rise building of Zhengyang Mountain, but also the gloom, shocked, but also a hint of despair that is unwilling to admit.
This person is the Li Leijing, the owner of the Fenglei Garden. It is amazing. When he was 40 years old, he was in the tenth place. However, after a long period of hundreds of years, he has never broken the border and is incredible, but even if he is not Li Jingjing is recognized as the strongest ten-dimensional sword repair in Dongbao Pingzhou, no one!
Before the Wei and Jin Dynasties broke through the territory of the eleventh land, the same immortality could not match this person.
Didn't you say that Li Weijing was dead and died?
Li Yujing no longer cares about the sorrowful Zhengyangshan ancestors and raises his head, as if he is smiling at all the people behind the scene watching this battle. After one hand, he puts his fingers together and gently spins it. Between the breeze and the wrist, Li Xiaojing smiled and said a word: "Hey."
After the breeze left the black sword repair, it instantly turned into a magnificent and powerful sword. On the Shenxian stage, a circle was rotated, and the connection between the Fengshen Temple Shenxiantai and the outside world was cut off on the spot.
The person in the picture is stunned.
Beyond the scrolls, the faces are opposite.
In the picture, Shenxiantai, on the high-rise, Li Yujing did not find anyone's trouble, and did not swear, so he stood up and looked at the sea of ​​clouds.
This makes the Fengxue Temple relieved.
Li Yujing is the most powerful sword in the ten worlds, and the killing power is obvious to all.
When a practicing person is known as a "most", especially in a continent, it must be a terrible existence.
For example, the youngest Jiujing pure Wufu, Da Yu Wang Song Changjing, in the battle of the capital city of the capital, has revealed the strength of the legendary Tenth Wufu.
Breaking Li Yujing's record and becoming the youngest Shijingjian, Wei Jin, is now a five-day god, high above.
The Yellow River, the wind and snow temple carrying the sword, slowly returned to the high building.
On the other side of Zhengyang Mountain, people began to rescue the Soviet crop.
After Li Xiaojing’s hands were negative, he smiled.
Even if I only have the last breath, I have to hold on to the neck of Zhengyang Mountain. Even if you let your bones, then you will be taken away from the wind and thunder garden by the disciples, you can still be a little bit slow.
Look at it.
Three hundred years ago, you took me seriously, and I taught you all the Zhengyang Mountain. I couldn’t lift my head for three hundred years.
You are so bad that those who have been lucky enough to become swordsmen have no face to hold a celebration. They can only hide in the clouds on the top of the mountain and sigh.
Even if I am going to die now, how about?
Are you satisfied with this?
Li Yujing retracted his thoughts and turned to the stairs downstairs. The palms gently patted the railings.
Li Xiaojing went to the next floor and came to a young man.
Finally, I waited until the end of the war, Liu Weiqiao, his lips trembled.
Li Xiaojing smiled and said: "Bianqiao, seeing the beloved woman being humiliated, watching her sword heart collapse, because the enemy camp can not be rescued, but also feels the same, feeling hard to help, is it difficult?"
When Liu Weiqiao suddenly returned to God, he would jump off the railing, but he was stopped by Li Yujing. "Sit is."
Liu Yuqiao said: "The owner..."
Li Xiaojing smiled and said: "It's okay, I like the last woman I shouldn't like. It's nothing, the sky can't fall down. Don't even worry about it."
Liu Yiqiao did not know how to answer, and he did not want to say that he was defiant and deceived.
Li Yujing asked: "Su Jia has been indulged since then. It is estimated that the swords must be taken away by Zhengyang Mountain. The sword heart is destroyed. The fairy who originally made you these children are self-defeating, the spirit of the whole person is lost. However, in the future, it may not be a fairy, and maybe even the name of a woman in Zhengyang Mountain is not as good as it. Yanqiao, I just want to know, will you still like her?"
Liu Yuqiao choked the pharynx: "I like it all my life. Garden owner, am I not very good?"
Li Yujing said with emotion: "Stupid boy, very good."
"That would have been like it all the time. But don't delay practicing the sword. You must know that you have always been a very good person, not worse than the Yellow River. I didn't tell you this before, it is useless, so I can talk now. And because there is no future opportunity."
Liu Yuqiao turned his head, "owner?"
Li Xiaojing suddenly asked: "Let's practice the sword. Afterwards, I will try to bury my bones with the bones. If the Fengshui turns, Zhengyang Mountain will be like the sun, and it will be a hot clip." With the tail as a person, what should you do?"
Liu Yiqiao no longer has a cheeky and courage to sit on the railing and stand in the corridor. Su Rongdao said: "Sword repair certainly uses the sword to make sense."
Li Yujing joked: "Hey, like me when I was young."
Then Li Xiaojing looked into the distance, hehe smiled: "Remember, between men and women, this set does not work. You may have to feel that your sword is high in the future. Everything is going on. If you talk to your beloved woman, you still have to..."
"To be gentle, you still need to say something love."
Li Yujing turned his head and looked at the retreat disciple who came slowly from the stairs, the Yellow River.
Looking forward to the two young people, the most powerful and sturdy man in Baoliangzhou, he smiled and said: "After I die, after the wind and thunder garden, I will hand over the two of you to pick up the girders."
The Yellow River is indifferent. "Master, I am enough."
Liu Yuqiao's hippie smiled and said: "This relationship is good, and the person can do more work. I don't need to take the burden."
Li Yujing laughed and stretched his finger to the Yellow River. "The sword killing is endless, and the name is moving to the world."
Then the finger turns to Liu Weiqiao. "The sword is very beautiful, the wine is beautiful, and it belongs to you."
Li Yujing finally leisurely said: "In short, it belongs to our Fenglei Garden."

On the raft to the Nanzhao country, the burly man beside the woman ridiculed: "Besides the last black sword repair, it is still a bit of a real skill, the other three games are played in general, if it is placed in our kitchen Luzhou, where there is such a big blemish in the face."
The woman nodded and smiled: "It’s really good to raise a sword. I don’t know if I have a chance to buy it."
The old man who stood up and smiled and smiled: "Mrs. Just need to report the number, it is not difficult to take the sword."
The leftmost seat, the old man with a hooded captain, can't stand the noise of the next door, and the endless pointing of the mountains. From the first battle, the guys in the neighborhood are nitpicking. When the old man was anxious to die, the old man smashed his head and vomited a thick sip on the ground. "Three-person swordsmanship is a sword sorcerer who can't be married to us. It can be played in three battles, full of enthusiasm, and hearty. What else?"
The tall man screamed: "The old guy is looking for death?"
The old man sneered: "How about finding death? It is better to order a life and death. After watching the fun of Fenglei Park and Zhengyang Mountain, let us let others see the fun? Lose, Laozi recognizes the plant. Win, I will do your gimmick three Days and nights, what?"
Never swear, just do it.
The sly man of the gentleman around the woman, who was a sly and old-fashioned person, had a vague and old-fashioned situation. "If you have something to say, let’s say... go out, everyone is a Luzhou people, why bother to hurt..."
The thin and tall woman who was dry, not only did not get angry, but looked around with great interest and smiled and said: "It’s a pity that I’m old, it’s estimated that your old waist can’t stand the old lady’s tossing. It’s a big fight in bed. Right, old bacon?

"I bother!"
The old man spit again, "Don't say that you are a bamboo girl, Lao Tzu is working with your little white face man!"
Chen Pingan was stunned.
How do you feel like you are back to the apricot garden in Mud Lane?
The youngest sword on the far right turned over and impatiently said: "If you want to fight, you should hurry and play less, don't grind your skin there, don't dirty our ears!"
Well, it’s another temper, not only not persuading, but also pouring oil on the fire.
Chen Pingan has a little headache, shouldn't it really fight?
The sword sword repaired by Xiao Jian, is indifferent to this, just looking up at the picture, it seems to be reminiscent of the spirit of the three battles.
Fortunately, the ship owner who had previously dealt with Wei Wei walked over with a smile and swept over the crowd. From the beginning of the Confucian old man, every time he saw a person, he shook his fist and shouted a name: "Mr. Mrs. Bone, a gentleman, can you sell me a face, today is it?"
It is not necessary for the three parties to not sell the face of the ship owner, or even sell it to a small face of the mountain. But when the ship owner reports three simple names, the matter is simple.
The old man of the Confucian swordsman is a very famous grotesque sword repair in the southern part of the city. The realm is not too high, Jin Dan, no door, no school, but good at raising swords in ancient times, and often help free In the five-day sword, the sword was raised and the sword was raised. Therefore, friends were all over the world.
Mrs. Green Bone, not a sword repair, but has a dry sword of the Tenth Swordsmanship, guarding the scorpion to the extreme, and possessing a very unreasonable weapon of the gods, plus the woman itself is also a master of the seven martial arts, proficient in Killing, fierce name.
As for the young surnames of the sword repair, it is also famous in the city of Jialu, and there is no branch in this family.
Inside the family, there is a land sacred immortal ancestral ancestor. It is one of the sword singers who led the team to the hanging mountain. The character is straight and is a good friend of the Yizhou Taoist. The contemporary master of the law is the great governor of the largest dynasty in eastern Zhouzhou. Because it is not suitable for spiritual practice, it is a weak scholar who has no power to bind the chickens. However, he eventually holds 300,000 male soldiers. His Majesty has gathered nearly a thousand swords. , has the reputation of "Qian Jian Wen Shuai".
Fighting the mountains is not to be afraid of the three parties, not to say that the strength is enough to follow the family of the law, but the sky is high and the distance is beyond the reach. As for the lady who likes to support the noodle, and a gentleman who is a shovel, it is of course not afraid to fight the mountain, but the visitor is a guest, where there is a reason to do business to become an enemy.
The old man snorted, leaned forward, leaned out of his body, turned his head and looked at the young sword repairer, and asked aloud: "Where is the kid named the law, who is you?"
Young sword repair did not have a good air: "I am my uncle, retired for many years. Do you know?"
The old man slaps his hand on the lap. "Haha, when the silver is young, the thief is not motivated by a piece of wood, and the head is back to the brothel to open it, or the old man takes him there! After that, hey, three days and two heads in the old man's Later, his mother only heard that there are cockroaches under the sun, like your uncle, the old man lived to a large number of years, only one person in his life!"
The young sword repaired his face and quickly squinted at the woman's sword repair. After nothing unusual, he was slightly relieved. He said to the bad old man: "My uncle is not such a person!"
The old man of Confucianism turned his eyes. "I am talking to your uncle, that is the porcelain friendship that helps each other to push the buttocks. You know a fart!"
The young sword repair was struck by lightning.
The woman’s sword repair finally couldn’t bear it, and angered:
Shut up!

The old man laughed and said: "Wow, the fierce little woman, I have to suffer, you have a bitter taste."
The young sword repaired the mind to be affected, but it was simply too late to make a sound reminder.
The woman’s sword repair has already been frosty.
If you’re not vocal, you’ll break your dog’s teeth!

Used to hold the blue silk, the handle has been a very small "scorpion" flying sword, the blade is no front, exquisite and slender.
However, on the occasion of leaving the head of the owner's head, the tail of the sword bloomed with a sleek white awn, a flying sword trajectory, and a very long glare white line was stretched in the air.
The flying sword in the world is known for its rapid speed and difficulty in defending the world. However, this woman’s little sword is almost in the realm of incredible thinking.
too fast!
Eye-opener.
Chen Pingxin thought slightly.
"Aunt, it hurts me!"
The old man of Confucianism covered his mouth, and fluent, and his words were vague.
The original flying sword pierced the mouth and directly broke the front teeth of the old man.
The old man is not angry and laughs, he is very happy, his hands are patted with legs, and the blood of his mouth is spit, and he screams hard: "It's a good one," is one of the fastest flying swords in Luzhou, and it is well-deserved. The name is well-deserved!"
That is, Mrs. Bone is a bit stunned.
It is also a descendant of an ancestor who is not a sword.
And compared to the powerful family of the law, the master of the "electric shackles" is not a thin force, and the combat power is extremely strong.
I used to walk alone in the Zhongshen Shenzhou of the Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger. The sword is called "Tiger" and the Feijian is "Electricity."
Although Chen Ping did not know the secret inside of the top of Mount Luzhou, not to mention the fact that they all used the dialogue of the Luzhou dialect, and Chen Ping could not understand it, but this is a battle of gods and gods, no doubt.
So he is sitting in the same place, ready to run whenever he sees the machine.
Fortunately, after a chat in this period of time, after the explanation of Chun Shui Qiu, it is clear that on this barge that spans the three continents, it is not too strange to encounter any gods.
As for the bottom of the barge, the city of Jingbao, the city of Baojuan, is not so much shocking. It is not only the small Dongbao bottle, but also the same place, even if it is a big land, and the Jianghu swordsman is like a cow.
After the sword was returned to the scabbard, the woman’s sword repairer apologized to the smashing mountain boat, and the latter’s heart was fixed.
In fact, she helped me to fix the sound, but the matter would not be complicated, and it would only end early.
Sure enough, the three parties are quiet, and there is no tension in the previous arrogance.
At this moment, Chen Ping’an was in the town or in Luoshan Mountain. In fact, he did not think how the rivers and lakes were sinister, far from the desperate and numb mood of Tsing Yi’s children.
But after seeing the battle of swords and swords in the flower and bird banners, and looking at the gods who are close at hand, Chen Pingan told himself in his heart: Chen Pingan, don’t patronize drinking, practice boxing and work harder, practice swords early. .
Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at the sky outside the barge. The sword was flying, wearing clouds and rain, and companionship with the birds, which made him very embarrassed.