Chapter 806: The dispute between blue and white

Seeing Cao Ci, Chen Ping'an clasped his fists and smiled: "In Daduan Capital, you are willing to teach Pei Qian four times. Thank you."
Cao Ci smiled and nodded, and calmly accepted the thanks from the young hidden official. Facing Pei Qian's four consecutive rounds of in his early years, Cao Ci was very knowledgeable every time he punched. It can be said that he is hard-working to teach boxing in this way. There is nothing bad to admit.
Besides, in the third round of questioning with Pei Qian’s heaviest momentum, the highest fist, and the latest strokes, Cao Ci also received two punches from her, and both of them were on the front door. Thank you to Chen Ping’an. I still lost. As for the last challenge of losing three games in a row, the young woman Wufu was a little brave, handing out a lot of piecemeal punches, playing very well.
In front of Cao Ci, dressed in white, the dust is not stained.
When Chen Pingan met Cao Ci in the city when he was a teenager, he just felt that this fellow of his age, dressed in a snow-white robe, had a handsome appearance, like a man in a fairy, unattainable and far out of reach.
Looking again now, Chen Ping’an could see the doorway at a glance. The robe on Cao Ci’s body was a fairy-style robe of the immortal family. According to the obscure entries recorded in the Summer Palace archives, the founding emperor of the Daduan Dynasty, Fuyuan Profound, once possessed a robe called "Daxue", extremely mysterious, worn by the monks of the earth immortal, like a saint sitting in the small world, and can also be used to detain and torture the martial arts masters of the eight realms and nine realms who have become prisoners. , The unruly Wufu, trapped in it, his limbs stiff, his skin was chapped, his soul was tortured, like layers of heavy snow crushing the sycamore tree, bones breaking like branches, and the sound of breaking wood.
If there is no accident, it is Cao Ci's body.
Chen Ping'an couldn't be more familiar with the matter of wearing a robes. The higher the rank of the robes and the martial arts realm, the more tasteless the robes would be, and it would even overwhelm the martial arts.
Maybe Pei Cup deliberately did it in his early years, making Cao Ci practice boxing all the time, whether he was awake or asleep, but he didn't stop for a moment.
Cao Ci's martial arts qualifications and boxing talents were already too high.
In Cao Ci's eyes, the blue shirt in front of him is not only an end-of-life martial artist, but at the same time a sword repairman in the jade realm, but it looks like the old Chen Ping'an.
However, when Cao Ci visited Gongde Lin tonight, it seemed that he didn't mean to punch immediately.
Or is it waiting for a chance to "different"? For example, after recounting the past, I accidentally talked about the fall of brother Ma Zhuxian, and talked about the preciousness of the scabbard, and the master's life is hard to violate? The same truth can be said by Chen Ping'an in the bamboo forest, but can Cao Ci come to Gongdelin, can he say it again?
No matter what, Chen Ping'an just laughed right now.
It seems that I saw Cao Ci with a blue nose and a swollen face.
On the head of Da Duan Capital, he lost all four games with Cao Ci Wenquan. Pei Qian said straight after seeing his master Chen Pingan in Yunku Fudi. But for some reason, Cao Ci was punched twice by her, but Pei Qian didn't mention a word. Maybe he felt that he lost four punches and handed hundreds of thousands of punches, but only punched Cao Ci two punches. If he still has the face to say, it is estimated. Master, can you fill up chestnuts?
Cao Ci asked curiously: "What are you laughing at? Because you have a good apprentice?"
It may be that the opportunity has not arrived, and Cao Ci himself has no plans to accept disciples.
Chen Ping'an sternly said: "It's nothing. Cao Ci is invincible when it comes to practicing boxing. I think that as far as teaching boxing is concerned, it's a bad time. If I change to me, I won't suffer as many punches."
This kind of remark, Chen Ping'an can say so comfortably.
Back home from a trip to Luzhou in Beiju that year, on the second floor of the bamboo building, Chen Ping'an, full of confidence, had to give Pei Qian a punch for the first time in his life, but he fell to the ground with one punch. There were indeed no two punches.
Liu Shilu appeared with arms around his chest, his back leaning against the tree, and smiling at the two pure martial artists.
It's very interesting. Asking both sides, the two young men who are already on the top of the world's martial arts, no one has the slightest murderousness, just like two friends for many years, reuniting the old.
But it is certain that as long as one side is determined to punch, no one will be ambiguous, and it will definitely be able to play well. Even Jun Qian feels that once these two Qunquan, they have the opportunity to play better than Zhang Tiaoxia Qunquan Pei Cup.
It was the first time Liu Shili saw Cao Ci, and it was indeed brilliant. Just talking about looks, the younger brother can't match it.
Worried about Cao Ci's misunderstanding, Liu Shilu waved his hand, "I didn't come to favor Chen Ping An, I just wanted to watch you fight."
Liu Shishi was born with boxing skills, that is, he has never practiced martial arts too hard in his life.
Cao Ci clasped his fist and said, "Cao Ci, the big end martial artist, met Mr. Liu."
Liu Sixteen nodded in greeting, and then smiled and said, "Forget it, I'll leave. But I have already greeted Mr. Xiping. If you want to ask for a punch, don't worry about the damage on Gongdelin's side, Xiping. Mr. has his own means to restore the original appearance."
Liu Sixteen left here. No matter how you look at it, Liu Sixteen seemed to be beating Cao Ci and beating Chen Ping An. This brother, he really didn't take the usual path.
Cao Ci said: "The master has already set off to the ferry crossing of the Tattoo Guixu, leaving only the scabbard to me."
The four ruins connecting the two worlds, before being ridiculed by Aliang as the dart of the water god, there are sages, monks and sword repairs, and they will set off first to go to the wild world, such as the two vice-masters of the Confucian Temple and the Third University Gong Jijiu has already gone to the Tianmu Ferry. Even if Yu Xuan needs to join the galaxy, he will still stare at the Shenxiang Ferry from the sky, and after the real man Huolong left the Gongde Forest, he has already rushed to the Shenxiang, as for Pei Cup , I went to the tattoo ferry crossing, in addition, Su Ziliu traveled far away to Rishui ferry crossing.
Haoran's top combat power, if one does not fall, will appear on the front line of the wild future battlefield.
Ma Zhuxian, who was extremely injured, was escorted back to the Daduan Dynasty by his junior sister Dou Fenxia, ​​while Liao Qingai was waiting for her junior brother Cao Ci, and then rushed to the wild together.
Chen Ping’an looked at the bamboo and yellow scabbard, and said with a smile on his hands and sleeves:
I have checked many files. There are secrets about the landscape of the Daduan Dynasty. I have also asked Senior Song and the mountain gods of the neighboring Jianshui Villa. Now I want to hear about it. What you said, maybe I was wrong."
Senior Song’s sword is named "Yiran". After searching all over the ancient books, he found the record of "The light splits the five mountains, the sword qi cuts the great blasphemy" from the fragments of the ancient books. It is just that Senior Song has never found the root of the scabbard. Feet, in the early years of fate, opened the mechanism of the mainstay stone pier of the deep pool, and when the ancient sword stood, the bamboo yellow scabbard was already the sword room of that ancient sword. Chen Ping'an asked the mountain about the mystery of the deep pool, and then studied Pei Cup's age, and finally came to the conclusion that Chen Ping'an asked the boxing Ma Zhuxian for the second reason.
As long as it is determined that the "age" of the scabbard in the deep pool of Jianshui Villa is greater than the age when Pei Cup, the master of Daduan Dynasty, possessed the ancient sword, it is enough.
Cao Ci shook his head and said, "The sword has been separated from the bamboo scabbard for many years. In fact, it is impossible to say who is the master. When the master got the sword, he did not have the scabbard. It was just that the long sword had no scabbard, and it was always a pity. So back then, the master asked the big brother to go to the treasure. Pingzhou, relying on the results of astrology, following the clues all the way, the senior brother finally found this bamboo scabbard."
The Pei Cup Sabre is an ancient sword, Qingshen.
This sword became famous too early, coupled with the silence for too long, became unknown in later generations until it was found by Pei Cup.
Cao Ci lifted the scabbard in his hand and said, "Master and brother said that it is buying. If the person who holds the scabbard is unwilling to sell, then forget it, don’t force it."
His master, Pei Cup, the national teacher of the Daduan dynasty, and a woman of the mighty Valkyrie, had been taciturn since he was a child and was called a wooden man by his peers. After experiencing ups and downs, after learning martial arts as a young man, he likes to drink secretly and is more greedy for cups.
The wooden girl in the past, on the first day of martial arts practice, wanted to say "no" to many things.
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I believe this is the truth."
Cao Ci continued: "But the brothers made their own decisions, and only then did the strong buying and selling in Aquarius. The brother was a military commander from the battlefield. He joined the army when he was young. He led the most elite frontier army in the Daduan Dynasty and controlled thousands of miles. , Guarding the border. For more than 30 years in the military and horse career, Ma Zhuoxian has long looked down upon life and death, his own, other people's, robe and enemy's."
Speaking of this, Cao Ci paused for a moment and said with a smile: "I am not defending anyone, but there are some things that I have to explain to you."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "It must be so reasonable."
Only when one's heart is calm can you be truly reasonable.
Cao Ci said: "Senior brother lost a punch at the bamboo forest and fell into a state. He understands this matter very well, but he just feels that his punch is not as good as a human. He didn't think he was in the bamboo scabbard and was wrong. I persuaded him. I don’t like to hear a few sentences. Brothers don’t like to listen to them. Boxing is one’s own boxing. It’s a matter of one’s own family. It’s a matter of grievances and arrogance. As a fellow, I won’t say much. So I guess in the future, the brother will ask you fist."
Chen Pingan smiled and said, "I really like to ask punches, just ask him a few times."
I can't stop that Ma Zhuxian asking how many games to lose. Ma Zhuxian will only lose once and then again in his life, and he will end up honestly as a general on the battlefield.
However, Chen Ping'an said: "As for Senior Liao's questioning, I will care about it separately, it's just a discussion between pure martial arts."
Cao Ci smiled and said, "Of course I can trust you in this kind of thing."
Otherwise, why should Cao Ci be so troublesome tonight, come to visit, find Chen Ping An, and just punch.
Cao Ci gently threw the scabbard in his hand to Chen Pingan.
Chen Pingan stretched out his sleeves, took the scabbard, and smiled: "Sure enough, Cao Ci is still Cao Ci."
He is a pure martial artist, but he is even more immortal than a man who cultivates in the mountains.
Cao Ci said, "I'm already in the Guizhen state. You are still alive for the time being, so don't fight for now, and wait until you reach the Guizhen state."
Chen Ping'an said: "When I return to the truth, will you have ‘God' again?"
Cao Ci smiled and said, "Then I can't just wait for you like this."
Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "When I travel to the Central-Earth Continent, no matter whether we are in a bad state or not, I will ask you to ask questions at that time."
Speaking of this, Chen Pingan immediately changed his words: "Maybe it is still on the side of the Great Wall of Jianqi?"
According to Cao Ci's temperament, he would definitely go to the barren world, and maybe he would never stay at the Tingji Ferry, choosing to travel alone in the barren land and deep into the hinterland.
Cao Ci nodded and said, "Then make an appointment in the city or the old place?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said, "No problem."
Although he won't return to the Great Wall of Jianqi immediately, I had looked at the wild world for nearly 20 years on the head of the city, and I saw that Laozi's eyes were astringent, so I always had to go.
The God of Wealth, the Liu family of Ai Aizhou, once set up a no-defeating game about Cao Ci, and the time limit was 500 years.
The well-informed people with discerning eyes on the top of the mountain are all aware that this strange gambling game set up by Liu Jubao is actually set for two young people of the same age, and has little to do with the rest of the entire world of martial arts.
What's more weird is that the two who made the most money bets, they all bet that Cao Ci couldn't help but lose.
One of them is a real fire dragon who is famous for going out without money, and there is also a hidden head and tail unknown identity.
At the pavilion, the old Xiucai raised his sleeves, twiddled the chess pieces in one hand, and asked, "Is it impossible to fight anymore?"
Liu Sixteen smiled and said, "Not necessarily."
Left and right said: "I will definitely fight."
Jing Shengxi, who was drawn by the old talent to play chess, reminded him: "I don't care if you play or not. You put those two pieces back on the table."
You can just touch the fish, and you can touch the two key pieces of the chess game.
The old scholar said angrily: "I didn't regain my identity in the Confucian Temple, so I could touch one, but now I touch one more. What's wrong with you? The scholars can't suffer at all.
Xiping pointed to the chess game, "Take it away, and take a few more if you have a face."
The old scholar was taken aback for a moment, and was busy picking up many pieces from the chessboard, "Hey, there is such a request in the world, it is strange, I have to violate my conscience and satisfy you!"
Xiping stopped playing chess, and requested to put the piece in his hand back into the chess box.
Looking at the chess game, the old scholar restored the chessboard one by one with the many pieces in his hand, and then said with emotion: "I never wanted to win Xiping on the chessboard, who would dare to believe it when it is passed out."
Xiping smiled and said, "Why don't you say that the disciple who closed the door was not around before, and has been hiding 70% of the chess power."
Confront both sides in the distance.
Chen Pingan held the scabbard, "Send it to you?"
Cao Ci shook his head and said, "No."
The two turned around almost at the same time, one returned to the pavilion to meet the senior brother, and the other was ready to leave the Gongde Lin and meet the senior sister.
The two martial arts fighters who have reached the top of the martial arts will continue to make further progress. They walk back to back, and both walk slowly, calmly, and very calmly.
One thought, after explaining the truth to Chen Ping'an for Master and Senior Brother, it seemed as if he had nothing to do, come to Gongdelin for a walk? It seems a little regretful.
One thinks, there are fish and dragons in the rivers and lakes, there are people who run the rivers and lakes, those who run the rivers and lakes, and the people who mix the rivers and lakes. Some people are in the arena, but they will never be a quack.
Cao Ci in white, thinking about the young hidden official behind him who did not lose the game, he heard that he would be the best at making money at the bank. Do you have any bets?
Qingshan Chen Ping'an, thinking that he lost three games in a row, and the disciple lost four games later, how could he think something was wrong.
One who thinks about himself, seems to have been questioned all his life, but he rarely has the idea of ​​taking the initiative to question others. Today, the stars are scarce and the world is quiet, as if it is suitable to learn from others.
For no reason, I remembered that the old man on the second floor taught boxing moves before teaching boxing theory, saying that after learning to become boxing, after handing the boxing, he would teach the world martial artist only to feel that the sky is above. The meaning of punching is that there is no one in front of him. When I walk like this, of course there is no one in front of me, but as long as I turn my head, there is no one in front of me?
Cao Ci felt that he had just left.
Chen Ping'an feels that it is outrageous to miss Cao Ci after many years.
So the two stopped at the same time.
Cao Ci stood on the spot, stretched out his hands and fingers to grab the cuffs of the snow-white robe on his body. Wearing this robe and then handing his fists would not be fast enough.
Chen Pingan threw the scabbard in his hand to the pavilion, let Brother Jun Qian take care of it, and rolled up his sleeves after stopping.
Cao Ci turned his head and smiled and asked: "A game of competition, when you click?"
Chen Pingan also turned his head, "You are older and have a higher fist. You have the final say?"
The next moment, the two were no longer seen in the same place, and each put out the first punch.
The entire formation is forbidden enough to suppress a monk of the fourteenth level. If a mountain is off the ground, it will be picked up by an immortal and then smashed into the lake. The agitated ripples, centered on the two young martial artists, have a radius of a hundred meters The towering old trees inside are all broken and broken.
The vast river of time in the world will bypass a Gongde Forest on its own. Here, a section of flowing water was intercepted by the Most Sacred Master in the early years and detained in the Gongde Forest, leaving Jing Shengxiping to control.
Jing Sheng Xiping stood on the steps outside the pavilion, shook his sleeves, and displayed magical powers, making the time flow backwards. Cao Ci and Chen Ping'an fisted like a waterfall, and the damage brought by them instantly restored their original appearance.
If you wait until the two sides have finished fighting, and then go back in time, even Xi Ping is not sure that this meritorious forest will be exactly the same as before.
On the left and right, the ban on cultivation was lifted slightly, and the sword flowed out, just protecting the pavilion, blocking the turbulent fist that covered the sky and the sun.
Cao Ci leaned on a towering ancient tree, and Cooper shook gently behind him. He reached out his hand and patted the mark on his chest. Cao Ci was still in white, but he put away the fairy.
The military robe enters the sleeves.
In the distance, Chen Pingan was standing on the railing of a white jade bridge, his forehead slightly red.
Between the two of them, a gully that was several feet deep originally appeared, but was smoothed by Jing Sheng Xiping with a spell.
Chen Ping'an had a little tiptoe, and his figure suddenly disappeared. Since someone was helping to clean up the mess, it didn't matter whether he was courteous or rude, and it would not be too late to make amends with Mr. Xiping afterwards.
A white jade bridge under my feet turned into powder in an instant, just lightly stepping on it with a heavy fist, it sank extremely deep, and thunder came from under the ground.
Although Chen Ping'an was at a disadvantage, the gap was far from that of the Great Wall of Jianqi.
So with the previous punch, he suffered more, but he would never be able to touch the corners of Cao Ci's clothes.
It was originally a move to poke Cao Ci's neck with a fist. Because he first received a head punch from Cao Ci, the distance was slightly stretched. Chen Ping'an leaned back a few minutes, then made a fist and hit the opponent's heart. Place.
If you change to the Ma Zhuxian and the like, you will have to lie down on the bed at least for a few months without saying a word.
Cao Ci had long known that Chen Ping'an was very capable of carrying, and his body was extremely tough and unreasonable. In the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he practiced extremely viciously, and his way was too wild. However, Chen Ping'an had only received a firm punch on the forehead and he was fine. Cao Ci was a little surprised.
Both sides are like Changhong, taking a step casually, just like the fairy on the mountain shrinking the land and the river, each with a sip of pure true energy, within the forest of merit, they can shuttle between each other, either staggering each other's punches, or changing their punches. There is no possibility that one party will hit the opponent or one party will miss out.
However, Chen Ping'an's god-man beating style really failed to converge with fist and intention. During Cao Ci's close together, before Chen Ping'an handed out the "second punch" of the beating drum, he even wiped out the remaining fist and spirit.
Compared with Yu Yufu's effort to interrupt the coherent boxing spirit of the god-man beating the drums, Cao Ci really has to understate too much.
Cao Ci turned his head and was still swept by a punch, hitting his temple. Cao Ci's head swayed a few times, but his feet were steady, but he moved a few steps horizontally.
Chen Ping’an was hit by Cao Ci’s double fists on his chest. It seemed that both hands were handing fists at the same time, but they were two completely different fist intents. Not only did Chen Ping’an lift his feet off the ground, he flew upside down ten feet in an instant. The sword slashed away, and the Wufu's physique was good. The injury was not serious. Chen Ping'an had his own means to unload most of the two punches, but the spiritual energy of the monk's Qi Palace was turbulent, not easy.
Cao Ci swept forward and pressed with one hand to hold down Chen Ping's head.
Between the world and the earth, there are several Cao Ci in white clothes, one by one appearing elsewhere, each of them punches without knowing the prophet.
As a result, Chen Ping'an seemed to have suffered six punches from Cao Ci at the same time.
It was not that he avoided the first punch, but Cao Ci swept his waist with the last leg, which happened to be avoided by Chen Ping An.
When Cao Ci closed his fist, he immediately changed into a mouthful of pure innocence, and his knees were slightly bent, disappearing without a trace.
Chen Ping'an drifted towards the pavilion, slapped his palm on the ridge of the pavilion, and his body revolved, landing further away, but did not land. During the same period, he also changed his breath, and his body disappeared in the air.
Exchange punches.
In the area of ​​three miles, the fists of both sides collapsed and flowed away, and the fists were unmatched, like a river surging, like a million criss-crossing thin sword air filling the air.
So that Jing Shengxi is not easy to reverse the time.
Standing on the bank of a river, Chen Pingan raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Cao Ci stood on the surface of the river, a river with countless vortexes, all of which were torn up by chaotic fists.
Chen Pingan smiled and asked, "Does the fist move have a name?"
Cao Ci nodded, "Ephemera."
Chen Pingan lifted his chin, "Wipe off the nosebleed, just let's both, pay attention to what, learn more from me."
Damn, what a flash in the pan, a flash in the pan? The name is really not that good. You have to learn from me when you choose a name.
Cao Ci smiled and said, "Then what is it for you to swallow a big mouthful of congestion."
Chen Ping'an suddenly frowned.
In the small world in the body, the unfavorable vision of the shaking of the mountains and rivers appeared without warning. This is the essence of this fist? It's almost the same as the intractable sword energy after the sword repair flying sword passed through?
The white clothes were no longer seen on the river, only Cao Ci said with a smile, "This punch is temporarily named Liushui."
At the next moment, Chen Ping'an was punched out of Gongde Lin and fell to the Confucian Temple Square.
He didn't roll all the way, as soon as his elbows hit the ground, his figure turned upside down, and he fell to the ground in a blue shirt.
Cao Ci stepped out of the ban of meritorious deeds and came outside of the Confucian Temple, "Chen Ping An, still wearing a robe, it doesn't care about the slightest difference? Want to deliberately punch me to help strengthen my body, that's okay. Just don't care about winning or losing?"
Cao Ci squinted, "I think you haven't reached this time yet."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "You want to go wrong. I think you will return the scabbard tonight. If you don't get a few punches, you will feel sad."
That's how it is said. It is estimated that Cao Ci would not believe it. In fact, Chen Ping An felt this reason himself, but he didn't believe it.
But in fact, Chen Pingan does have an unspeakable concealment.
Because of carrying the real name of the monster clan, his physique is mysterious and mysterious, and Chen Ping’an is easy to feel unstable. In addition, the old fellow of the fourteenth realm who returned to Tuoyue Mountain from the outside world was disrespectful and gave the other party a heavy shame. A handful, so once Chen Pingan let go of his hands and feet and tried his best to fight with Cao Ci to death, his fists and feet would move Dao Xin, and naturally, he would be murderous. If he fights against others, he will live and die. , There is no problem, but if you ask Cao Ci about the fist, you will be wrong.
Cao Ci was a little surprised, after guessing something, he planned to stop.
Asking the boxing is meaningless and even more boring.
Chen Pingan took a deep breath and asked, "How many punches did you create?"
Cao Ci said: "Less than thirty."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "A little bit less."
Cao Ci asked, "It looks like, how can you be more serious when you punch next?"
Chen Pingan temporarily found a way to suppress the monk's state of mind, and nodded happily, "But say it in advance, don't accidentally kill me, besides, you are free, no matter how many punches you make, no matter how hard you punch, it will be fine.
Before Cao Ci handed his fist for the first time, he opened a fist frame.
The white clothes shook, his big sleeves shook slightly, his fists restrained to the extreme.
But around the Confucian Temple, the aura of heaven and earth began to dissipate automatically.
Cao Ci smiled and said, "This boxing is called Long Zuodu, not light."
Chen Pingan said: "It's just a fist."
At the pavilion, Xiping looked helpless, and said to Liu Sixteen: "Jun Qian, you didn't say before that they were leaving the Gongde Lin and going all the way to the Confucian Temple."
Always watching the little brother questioning the boxing process, he smiled and said: "Mr. Xiping can work harder, the problem is not big."
Just now Liu Sixteen said something. If you don't talk about the depth of the punches and the height of the punches, just talk about the physique.
As a result, the old scholar slapped one, "Little Junior Brother hit someone, are you still laughing?!"
Liu Sixteen smiled and said, "No one can let Cao Ci open his hands and feet to punch."
Cao Ci removed the robe on his body earlier, which is proof.
This means that Cao Ci is a little bit determined to win.
The old scholar said: "To be honest, it's a blessing that Haoran has Cao Ci."
Fortunately, there is Cao Ci in front, so the closed disciple Chen Ping An will walk more firmly in the martial arts.
Moreover, as a child like Cao Ci, the higher he walks, no matter how tall he is, old scholars like old people, in his eyes, think it is a good thing.
The old scholar of course has high hopes for Chen Ping’an, a closed disciple, and hopes cannot be overstated, but Chen Ping’s quarrel with others, whether it’s reason or martial arts, you can’t think that the opponent opposite Chen Ping’an is wrong. If it is not, or it is low, but to ask the other person to be right and taller, student Chen Ping'an step by step will be more right and higher. This is the true expectation of Chen Ping'an from the bottom of the old scholar's heart.
The Great Avenue of the World, after all, is not the kind of quarrel in the market that must divide the winners and losers.
On all roads, people who walk and reason are actually true cultivators.
The more you talk about the truth, the more you argue, the more you fist and the more stable you are, and the more powerful you are, the brighter you are.
Xiping nodded and said, "As long as Chen Ping'an can keep up with Cao Ci, even if he is stretched half of his body, it is not a problem, there is still a chance."
The two sides are now only half a step away.
Regardless of the question tonight, Chen Ping’an suffered a lot of punches. In fact, the outcome is not too far apart. As a result, Chen Ping’s martial arts realm was originally beaten all the way. Moreover, since the two sides are only about winning. , Does not seek to divide life and death, so this questioning punch, for both parties, is full of punches, but the killing intention is not enough, and there is no real heartyness, no one in sight, no heart.
Liu Sixteen said: "Both sides will be here someday, and they may regain a little distance. So the younger brother will be on the first floor of Guizhen in the future and must be polished."
Ascending to the top of the mountain before the end, Cao Ci may have been a little hasty to deal with the battle on Fuyaozhou, but Chen Ping'an was in the Great Wall of Jianqi, but he had to be more mind-free.
It's different now.
Cao Ci is too pure. Especially when his heart is together, he will be very scary after practicing boxing.
Liu Sixteen would not have any prejudice against Cao Ci, a young man just because he was Chen Ping’an’s senior. On the contrary, Liu Sixteen admired Cao Ci’s aura, as if he was talking to a few people in the world. , I must be invincible in my boxing skills, neither arrogantly underestimating myself, nor forgetting my form, this is a very natural thing, and others recognize or deny it is a fact.
On the other hand, the younger brother returned to his hometown, but he had to be too distracted. Just talking about the status of a Qi practitioner, especially the few natal flying swords as a sword repairer, will be no small burden.
The old scholar stared.
Liu Shili immediately apologized to her husband: "Count me crow's mouth."
Jing Shengxi disappeared in a flash and appeared at the top of the Confucian Temple steps. The two guys were fighting, and they couldn't clean up the mess on their own. Both of you really didn't care about the stunned heads, and only stopped after the Confucian Temple was demolished.
Almost all the big monks who came to discuss matters and join in the fun have left the boundaries of the Confucian Temple and went back to their homes, each busy.
So afterwards, many mountain monks regretted that they missed the excitement tonight.
How can I think that after the discussion is over, except for those cloud-wave treacherous mountain conspiracies, it makes people feel palpitating, and will only make people more hurried. Some upper five-level monks who think they are not high will only urge the ferry. Stepping up to leave the place of right and wrong, never thought that there would be such a big excitement to watch? Will there be such a questioning boxing that will be praised by later generations as "the battle between blue and white"?
Cao in white, Chen in Qingshan.
The two young great masters actually used Gongde Lin and Confucian Temple as the place to ask for their punches, and their punches were like dragons and aura like a rainbow.
Although Jing Shengxi had a little bit of resentment, he just didn't delay the time when this boundless person appreciated this questioning punch. He sat on the steps and took out a pot of wine.
After all, it is a rare opportunity to be able to watch boxing at such close range.
After the discussion in the Confucian Temple was over, the door was closed. Inside the Gongde Forest, except for the old scholars, the other Confucian sages who needed to stay for a few days were still a little far away. As for the four ferry crossings, the landscape gods and gas trainers in Panshui County, Yuanyangzhu and other places, even if it is an immortal or Shanjunhu Jun who notices signs of this place, he can watch the mountains and rivers from afar without being deliberately covered by Shengxi. , Will not be able to see the truth, Cao Ci and Chen Ping'an both fist away.
On the Confucian Temple Square.
A white rainbow, a touch of blue light, because the two sides punched out, the body shifted too quickly, intertwined a large swath of blue and white light.
A sword repairman in the Jade Pure Realm put out his sword with all his strength, and he could only cut open the white jade square with a few traces. He didn't know how these two martial artists made their punches, and they turned into cracks everywhere. This is not a special punch. Jing Shengxi was amazed at the sight of Jing Shengxi, so he used it to add wine and drank it with great taste. Are all the ten realm martial artists in the world so powerful as a dragon elephant?
In this way, Lin Junbi of the previous Shaoyuan dynasty, lying drunk and sleeping on the steps, is not a rude thing compared to these two martial artists.
Cao Ci punched out, immortal. He didn't get too many punches. Even if the white clothes were hit by a blue shirt, they were mostly taken off immediately, but it was normal for Cao Ci to stagger a few steps occasionally.
Chen Ping An's punches are not bad, with great courage. As for the punches, they are quite steady.
There is no scene where you can't get up after falling to the ground, or you can get up with just one finger or palm or elbow.
And Xiping gradually came to the conclusion that Chen Ping'an is a bit of a rascal. It doesn't matter if he fists lightly, he can hit Cao Ci anywhere. Whenever he has the chance, he fists hard and fists towards Cao Ci's face.
So when the two sides moved apart, they spit out a mouthful of turbid qi and congestion at the same time, and then quickly exchanged a sip of pure true qi.
Chen Ping'an was ragged and bloody, but after standing still, he remained motionless and breathing calmly.
Cao Ci had a blue nose and a swollen face, and his face was bloodstained.
Cao Ci wiped his face with his hand and smiled angrily: "Are you sick?!"
Is it fun to slap someone with one heart?
Chen Ping'an lightly shook his clothes with fist and sturdy air, covered in blood like flowers, and said angrily: "You control me?!"
I can’t help the disciple of the mountain find a place?
In the pavilion, the old scholar was worried and distressed, and asked: "Junqian, is it almost done?"
Liu Shilu shook his head, "For both sides, just...hot hands. Cao Ci has many of his own fist moves, and there are many flaws, and he needs to use his junior brother as a grinding stone.
Nodding from left to right and saying: "Chen Ping An is good at avoiding the enemy and is good at avoiding the heavy. That's why he can change his life on the battlefield. If you want to beat Cao Ci one day, you must first be familiar with Cao Ci's fist. No matter what boxing moves, the pursuit of a complete punch of a few punches and ten punches, and strive to achieve a certain secluded realm of victory and death, life and death without fail in the final punch, so it is just right to get what you need."
Because both sides asked the fist too much, Li Baoping, Li Huai and Zheng Yougan all rushed to the pavilion.
Li Huai was sweating, and it turned out that martial arts practice is not suitable for him. It is better to study.
Zheng Yougan had heard of Cao Ci, and he was also a guy who killed monsters like hemp on the battlefield of two continents.
Zheng You couldn't bear to see the little uncle, and asked Liu Shilu tremblingly: "Master, does little uncle hurt?"
Liu Sixteen smiled and said: "The injury fell on someone else, and it would have been rolling all over the floor long ago. Your little uncle, it's okay."
After saying this, Liu Sixteen immediately raised his hands, and as expected, he caught the slap of the husband.
The left and right expressions were calm and said: "In short, Cao Ci is pursuing the martial arts realm of one punch. You young master, you need to find a way to be familiar with, adapt and then crack the prototype of Cao Ci's invincible realm. . If it's more susceptible..."
Li Baoping seemed to have picked up the conversation from Uncle Zuo and said to himself: "Uncle Junior and Cao Ci...there are still no one in front of them."
The left and right eyes were relieved, and there was a little smile, "Aquarius is very accurate in what he said."
Therefore, I asked both sides, the person standing in front of them is actually a future Cao Ci, and a future Chen Ping An.
For the sake of Little Treasure Bottle, the old Xiucai raised his hand and dropped it again, patting the left and right shoulders lightly.
On the Confucian Temple Square.
A group of masters, including Mr. Li, all showed up because they had listened
The news, rushed over to drink and watch the battle, as it was a heavy business, and I found a chance to relax.
As a result, the two boys were not too old and had a big arrogance. They didn't seem to want to be watched by too many people. They actually got up at the same time and went directly to the sky to ask for punches.
A touch of blue and a touch of white, they traveled far away from the sky, changing their fists continuously, retreating, and then colliding together in an instant, the boundary of the Confucian Temple, thunder shaking, many people awakened one after another, one after another put on their clothes and opened the window to see, Hanging high, there is no sign of rain. Could it be that there is another fairy master fighting technique, just listening to the voice, it happens to be over the Confucian Temple, not even the ferry where a few gods gather, what's the matter, the Confucian Temple does not care?
Jing Shengxiping did not immediately go against the flow of time to repair the square of the Confucian Temple, but put away the flask and looked up at the sky.
An old master squatted on the white jade ground, stretched out his fingers, wiped the cracks, then looked around, there were traces everywhere, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Wufu fights are so fierce? Is the young hermit handing the sword?"
Xiping shook his head and smiled: "I have never used a sword, just ask for a fist."
Old Mr. Li asked in his heart: "Mr. Xiping, if that kid does a sword and doesn't stick to his status as a martial artist, what will be the outcome of this fight?"
Xiping said, "Cao Ci won, but the price was high."
It is very likely that there will be no sword immortal hidden officer in the world, and at the same time, the world will lose one Valkyrie Cao Ci in the future.
Old Mr. Li took a sip of his wine and smiled: "I met this kid before and talked a few words. He was very kind and courteous and counted a child. It is really not a person to look like. A person who became a hermit at a young age has ended up all the way. He closed his door coldly, and didn't see him angry at all."
When young people and old people are speaking, they sit on the steps, hold their knees gently with both hands, and turn their sides slightly, always looking directly at others.
Old people look at young people. The latter are full of spirits and bold words. Even if they have seen it or heard it, it is not uncommon for them to be young people. On the contrary, there are some details, but it will make the old people remember.
Therefore, outside the Confucian Temple, everyone feels that the sword fairy in Qingshan is extremely domineering.
There are many saints and masters in the Confucian Temple, so you may see more.
The young man who was barely wearing a blue shirt seemed to have received a heavy fist, head to the ground, and fell straight from the sky to the ground. Near the height of the roof of the Confucian Temple, he flipped and fell to the ground.
White clothes then appeared and stood aside.
Cao Ci and Mr. Xiping on the steps of the Confucian Temple held their fists to apologize, and then left.
Chen Pingan also clasped his fists and returned to the Lin of Gongde.
After seeing Cao Ci, Liao Qingai was not at all worried that this junior would lose the boxing, so her first sentence turned out to be "I said that I would ask him for boxing in 30 years. Isn't it a bit unclear?"
It's just that as soon as this sentence is said, Liao Qing'ai, the senior sister, is a little uneasy on the side of junior brother Cao Ci. Like a student, facing Mr.
In recent years, Liao Qingai has practiced boxing because Master Pei Cup is often not around and needs to be busy with military affairs. Otherwise, he will go to the barren world to station at the ferry. Instead, Liao Qingai has asked Cao Ci for a lot of questions. Of course, Cao Ci taught her boxing. Boxing, although the two sides are the relationship between the sister and brother, but at some point, Liao Qingai subconsciously regards Cao Ci as half a master.
Cao Ci smiled and said: "Senior Sister, it is natural to have this idea, and there is nothing to be embarrassed about. If Sister can completely dispel this idea, I think it is the first punch with Chen Ping'an Wenquan, not a bad thing, but a good thing."
After Liao Qing'ai heard the words, she no longer had the least burden.
She glanced at her "very unfamiliar" junior, and she remembered that Cao Ci had never been so embarrassed.
Cao Ci said sternly, "Chen Pingan is much worse than me."
After saying this, Cao Ci laughed as if he felt a little funny.
Liao Qingai looked at this junior and didn't know which woman was in the world to be worthy of the white clothes around him.
When he arrived at the pavilion, Liu Sixteen held Chen Ping’an’s shoulder and looked at the subtle signs of the little junior’s body, the world, and the mountains and rivers. He nodded and said with a smile: "Fortunately, after a few days of cultivation, the problem is not big. But don’t do anything with others in the near future , Otherwise there will definitely be sequelae, so we must be cautious."
Senior Brother Jun Qian and Chen Ping'an nodded, then turned to Li Baoping and they smiled: "It's okay, don't worry."
It seems that some teeth are shaking, and the speech is a bit vague.
Let Li Baoping leave the pavilion first.
After the questioning fist, Chen Ping'an, apart from his injuries, was full of blood, sword, and murderous aura.
Especially Zheng Youqian, after the young master appeared in the pavilion, the little spirit immediately paled.
Jun Qian then took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to Chen Ping An, "Three tablets a day, roughly with three meals. One month later, reduce one or two more a day. You can see the recovery of your body, and it's your discretion."
Chen Pingan's right hand was drooping, and he sat down on the bench with his left hand. He immediately opened the porcelain bottle with his left hand, poured out one, and gently patted it into his mouth.
The old Xiucai sat aside, smiling brightly, and gave the closed disciple a thumbs up.
Learning boxing, practicing swords, pursuing academic studies, reciting poems and engraving chapters, doing business, looking for daughters-in-law, spreading the branches and leaves for the context, everything is strong.
Chen Pingan grinned with her husband.
In fact, Chen Ping'an is an expert in healing and healing injuries.
So I went back to my residence that night, got familiar with the road, and worked step by step.
In the middle of the night, Chen Ping'an opened his eyes, hesitated for a moment, still did not speak.
The husband seemed to be alone in the middle of the night, walking by, but stopped for a while, but didn't stay long.
Chen Pingan continued to hold his breath, pinch the sword art, and sit on the futon.
Early that morning, Chen Ping'an walked out of the house and found that only the seniors were sitting in the courtyard, flipping through a book.
He glanced at Chen Ping'an, and said left and right: "I will let Aquarius and the others come here in a hurry. I'll talk about it this afternoon."
Continue reading left and right.
Chen Pingan sat aside, he stopped talking.
Without looking up, "Say what you have."
Chen Ping'an bit the bullet and said: "Brother knows roughly what Jiang Longxiang is like. But it is difficult for senior brother to really be an enemy of Jiang Longxiang."
Put down the books in his hand, turned around, and asked, "How do you tell?"
Chen Ping’an gave the answer in his mind,
Because brother is a scholar, no matter how good his swordsmanship is, he still speaks the rules and abides by etiquette when he uses his sword. In addition, the brother doesn’t know what Jiang Longxiang has done, bad things, good things, they don’t know, as for Jiang Longxiang The brother will only know more about what is intentional to do good, which is to seek fame in the wild, and what is unintentional to do good. Since he does not know, the brother will actually be at a loss when facing these people and things."
The left and right faces were expressionless, but he didn't stop the little brother from teaching himself this brother.
"I know."
Chen Ping’an said to himself:
I’m like Jiang Longxiang’s accountant, the kind who will help him keep accounts and don’t charge money. Jiang Longxiang’s kind of money that makes me improper, it’s not acceptable. So I deal with Jiang Longxiang’s kind of people, I'm much better than the brothers. I know how to make them really suffer. Even if I only suffer once, I can make them fear for a lifetime.
Thinking that the wicked have their own grievances by the wicked, it is wrong. If the wicked only grind the wicked, it is not right to grind the wicked with evil things, repay grievances directly, and repay virtue with virtue. "
With these words, Chen Ping'an was mentally prepared for the irritation of his seniors.
After all, a little disrespectful.
It's just that I don't vomit, I want to talk a long time ago.
Left and right said: "Go on."
In the distance, the old scholar and Jun Qian are hiding and looking at the mountains and rivers. The husband and the student are holding their breath and looking intently... watching the excitement.
Here, Chen Ping'an said tremblingly: "Brother, I have finished speaking in my heart, it is not considered truthful, Senior Brother has the final say."
Looking at Chen Ping'an from left to right, he suddenly laughed.
Chen Ping'an had never seen that look in his brother's side.
In my impression, Senior Brother Zuo would only have such an expression on the side of a few juniors.
Left and right smiled and nodded and said: "If you don't read the book for nothing, you can reason with the big brother."
Chen Ping An is still a little habitually anxious, "Senior brother is telling the truth, or is he secretly keeping accounts in his heart?"
The accountant who knows his own context is this senior in the morning.
He shook his head left and right and said: "You, a junior, can't always feel that everything is inferior to senior. If you are on my side, you will only make promises. What is the point of accepting you as a closed disciple?"
In the distance, the old scholar looked at the scroll on Jun Qian's palm, and couldn't help but train: "You talk a lot, you have a big air."
Liu Sixteen nodded in agreement and said, "Brother Zuo has to change. He always bullies the younger brother like this. I can't stand it anymore."
The old scholar sighed, "Why don't you say this when you are around?"
Liu Sixteen replied: "Since there is a husband, it is no longer the students' turn to speak up."
The old scholar nodded, very satisfied.
This stupid man is actually the one who doesn't suffer the least. He has always watched all the excitement, but he will not be scolded or beaten.
The old scholar stood up and waved his big hand, "Go, support your younger brother."
Liu Sixteen followed.
The two senior brothers, Chen Ping'an hesitated, "The reason for saying this is that if you hear something at the Great Wall of Jianqi, Senior Brother will not be angry."
Left and right said: "Such as Aquarius Island, Tongyezhou?"
Chen Ping'an nodded, "There may be many things, and he will not be so particular about scholarship."
Left and right said, "Have you beaten Song Changjing from Dali, and Wei Ying from Yuguizong?"
Chen Ping'an was confused and shook his head: "It's definitely not possible at the moment."
Too lazy to talk left and right, continue reading.
Chen Ping'an thought for a long time before he understood what the senior brother meant.
In the Great Wall of Sword Qi or the wild world, if he heard something, he would generally ignore it, and would just ignore it.
Therefore, what matters to both the left and the right is not the rumors and theories imagined by Chen Ping'an, but who the younger junior disciple has quarreled with in the Haoran world, but can't beat them. Then he who is a senior, ask Jian.
The old scholar happened to miss the last few sentences on the way here, so it’s just a training session. What kind of ability to bully the younger brother, being a gentleman, didn’t even speak, it was your turn?
She didn't dare to talk back to her husband, and smiled at Chen Ping An.
This account is on your head.
Chen Pingan understood immediately. It is Mr. superfluous.
On this day, at noon, in the light of Uncle Li Huai Li, the Taoist Nen dare not dream that one day, he will be able to swagger into the Merit Forest of the Middle-earth Confucian Temple.
The first thing the Taoist Nen entered into the Gongde Lin was not to look for Li Huai, but to directly find Wen Sheng's highest lineage... an old scholar.
Otherwise, look for Liu Sixteen, the oldest and extremely hard fist?
Or the one who chased after Xiao Xun and kept chasing to the left and right of the sky?
As for Chen Pingan, the relationship is average and unfamiliar.
After discussing with the old scholar, the Taoist Nen went away with satisfaction, and returned with satisfaction. In private, he sighed with Li Huai, "Mr. Wen Sheng's knowledge is still very high."
Li Huai said strangely: "Lao Nen, I haven't talked a few words about this, how did you see it?"
Taoist Nen said: "I can understand all the truths Wen Sheng said."
In the end, the old gentleman asked Wild Tao Pavilion a question. The same reasoning is that when the saint of ritual stands in front of you, you feel that it makes sense. If the ordinary master tells you, it feels unreasonable, right?
Taoist Nen gave the answer in his mind at the time, and of course it was wrong, but if you put yourself aside and ask yourself, you still only listen to the principles of the saint.
Taoist Nen felt that as soon as he uttered these words, he was planted on Wensheng's side, but he still didn't regret it. Instead of lying to Lao Xiucai, he had better speak out.
Besides, are scholars cheating? Of course it's not easy to lie. Since you can't fool the other party, you can't fool yourself anymore.
However, the old scholar was not at all angry. Instead, he said, not that kind, but still a small kind, so there will always be a chance for a gentleman to be good and evil in the future.
Taoist Nen didn't dare to stay in Gongde Lin for a long time, and immediately found an excuse to leave.
Having a good chat with the old talent, but it is tantamount to learning and learning with Wen Sheng, already very contented.
Gu Qingsong and Liu Daochun, these two Taoist friends, obviously have no such skills.
In the afternoon, when Chen Ping'an came to see him with all three of Li Baoping, he said that we should go to the highest place of merit to chat?
Li Baoping's eyes lit up.
The highest point of Gongdelin is not a pavilion for playing chess, or a book building, but an ancient cypress.
The road led by Li Baoping.
Zheng Yougan felt that this senior sister's knowledge was very mixed, and he knew everything.
So Chen Pingan, Li Baoping, Li Huai, and Zheng Yougan all sat on the branch of the ancient cypress tree, just chatting.
As a young uncle, Chen Ping'an, he talked about whatever he thought of.
He said that I never thought about becoming the person I am now.
I can't think about it first, and I don't want to do this in particular. If I can, I am willing to take a lot of precious things for one or two of the most precious. But when I see you, I feel it's worth it, there is nothing to complain about, it's already very good.
Spreading his palms, Chen Ping'an joked, saying that there was sunshine, moonlight, autumn breeze, and spring breeze in his hands.
He also said that practicing on the human relationship story broke my hesitation in my heart.
...
This evening, except for the old scholars, the students and the disciples of the re-transmission, all packed their luggage and parcels, ready to leave the Confucian Temple and travel far away.
Left and right asked: "Sir, what can students do?"
"Ask what this does, no need."
The old scholar smiled and said, "But you can ask yourself what you can do as a senior."
There was a moment of silence left and right, "Little Junior Brother can always take care of himself, I feel relieved."
Chen Pingan was a little flattered, and after holding back for a long time, he could only say, "Brother, I've been rewarded."
Left and right said: "Accept."
Chen Pingan said, "Okay."
When there is gathering, there will be scattered.
Life seems to be everywhere in the ferry crossing.
Left and right will return to the Great Wall of Jianqi.
Liu Sixteen said that he would take Zheng Yougan and go to the Western Buddhist country first. He had already helped this great disciple find a place to practice, and then went to the Qingming world alone to find his friend Bai Ye.
Mao Xiaodong will stay in the Book of Rites Academy to help Confucian scholars preach and teach karma.
Chen Pingan needs to return to the night ship immediately.
Li Baoping and Li Huaihui returned to the Shanya Academy in the capital of the Sui Dynasty.
Every direct disciple and repost, each has its own best, and in the eyes of the elderly, they are all the best.
So the last parting words of the old scholar was just a smile and said: "All are fine and safe."
Wait until everyone is gone.
The old Xiucai sat alone in the pavilion, but this time, the old man did not have much parting and sadness, but looked forward to the next reunion.
I just remembered a little poem that the disciple who closed the door was sitting on the tall branch, drinking wine, and they casually ridiculed Xiao Baoping.
Extremely beautiful.
"An orchid in the mountain.
It has never seen the world before, and the world has never seen it.
Doesn't it bloom? "