I have a role in the heavens

"roar!"

The ferocious black dragon let out a loud roar. It seemed to be angry at what was happening in front of him. It twisted its body, swung its tail, and fiercely drew towards the bright sword light.

"laugh!"

The sword light was sharp and domineering, cutting off the dragon's tail without any hindrance. The dragon's blood spurted out like blood rain, dyeing this mysterious little world red.

"roar!"

The black dragon let out a wail of pain, its huge body rolling in the sea of ​​clouds, and the fierce wind caused the face of the naughty young man to change drastically, his eyes were filled with fear, and he let out a scream of terror.

Liu Zhimao sealed One-Arm's meridians to stop the gushing blood. His face was pale, and there was dense cold sweat on his forehead. His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. He bent over and looked up at the star that was as vast and bright as the Milky Way. The sword light flashed, a pair of turbid old eyes flashed with awe and fear, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth and he asked.

"I don't know where I offended the Great Sword Immortal, but I cut off someone Liu's left arm with one sword!"

"Aren't you convinced?"

A clear and young voice came from the nine heavens, majestic and domineering, with a tone full of contempt. The sword light rippled slightly, becoming brighter and brighter. A shocking edge filled the space between heaven and earth, and the void could not bear it. Cracks appeared, densely packed like a spider web, covering both Liu Zhimao and the black dragon. The cold murderous intent constantly impacted Liu Zhimao's mind, making him dare not act rashly.

Liu Zhimao's face turned three cents whiter, with a look of fear on his face, his pupils shrank to a point, he lowered his head and begged for mercy.

"Great Sword Immortal, spare your life, I surrender!"

"You are wise, otherwise even if Qi Jingchun stops me, I will kill you and this little loach with my sword!"

Zhou Jue looked into the alley. Qi Jingchun's soul was also watching him. He understood what Qi Jingchun meant without words. After all, the black dragon was one of the great opportunities in Lizhu Cave Heaven. If he was killed by him, Killing him will definitely accelerate the collapse of this world, which is something Qi Jingchun doesn't want to see.

As soon as the words fell, the sword light dissipated and the void shattered. Liu Zhimao, Gu Can, and a small black loach appeared in the small courtyard. Under their feet, the white jade bowl had been broken.

"What a terrifying swordsman. I didn't expect that such a lawless existence would come to Lizhu Cave this time. He doesn't even care about the saint who is here. He dares to ignore the rules of the town and take action at will!"

In the alley, Chen Ping'an stared at the tough-tongued Fu Nanhua, squeezing the other man's neck with his fingers, and gradually tightened it. The young master of Old Dragon City's face turned red, and he felt it became increasingly difficult to breathe, and his vision became blurred. He was so unbearable that he began to lose consciousness, and he was about to be strangled to death by the straw-shoe boy.

"That's it!"

A heavenly sound sounded in Fu Nanhua's ears. He relaxed and fainted. The last thought in his mind was whether he was hearing hallucinations.

Chen Ping'an looked resolute, still holding Fu Nanhua's neck with his right hand. He turned his head and looked behind him, only to see Qi Jingchun's whole body exuding a gleaming light, which was slightly illusory.

Qi Jingchun was not angry at Chen Pingan's reaction. He just waved his sleeves slightly and opened his palms. A filthy mass was like an ink stain, dim and dull. The will planted in the young man's heart had long been broken.

"No wonder Sir said that to achieve great things in the world, extraordinary talent is the second most important thing, while perseverance is the most important thing. Chen Pingan, you have taught me another lesson for Sir."

Qi Jingchun realized that Liu Zhimao had planted a crooked talisman in Chen Ping'an's heart. It was a four-character mantra, which secretly carved the four words "One Heart for Death" into the young man's heart. The method was extremely vicious. He originally thought that Chen Pingan's actions today were all influenced by the talisman, but he did not expect that the straw-shoe boy's heart was pure and bright, and he had broken through this evil spell.

"Deep down in your heart, you don't want to kill him, but the problem is that this person wants to kill you no matter what, so you want to kill him, completely, to save your own life for the time being, and tomorrow will happen tomorrow."

Qi Jingchun looked up at the flawless boy with admiration in her eyes. Seeing that he still refused to let go of Fu Nanhua, she directly expressed her inner thoughts.

"Why do you teach me, sir?"

Chen Ping'an's expression moved slightly. He didn't know Qi Jingchun very well, but he respected him very much and blurted out.

"Chen Ping'an, you might as well let go of your hands first and follow me around. I am responsible for some things and I must give you an explanation."

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, then slowly released his fingers. Fu Nanhua's body collapsed to the ground, his breathing and heartbeat were gone, as if he was dead.

Qi Jingchun moved the formation, and the town came to a standstill. The breeze, space, and time seemed to have been frozen. He stepped forward and walked forward. Chen Pingan followed closely behind.

"Don't come within ten steps of me!"

In the mud bottle alley, Chen Ping'an's dilapidated courtyard, Zhou Jue's sword eyebrows were slightly raised, a sharp edge flashed in his bright sword eyes, and a vast and pure sword intent came out, protecting the entire courtyard and breaking the whole courtyard. The interference of the formation separated it from the surrounding heaven and earth.

Qi Jingchun paused slightly and looked towards the Mud Bottle Alley. Surprise and admiration flashed in his eyes, and he sighed secretly.

"He is worthy of being a pure sword cultivator in the 14th realm. He can cut off the heaven and the earth with one sword. The small courtyard is self-contained. The depth of his cultivation is approaching the 15th realm. Even if I run the formation with all my strength, I can't interfere with him at all!"

Qi Jingchun walked to the end of the alley, and Chen Pingan followed behind him. His left hand was bloody and he was holding a porcelain piece tightly, as if it was the last thing he could rely on to make him feel at ease.

"Sir, can I ask you a question?"

Qi Jingchun seemed to have noticed Chen Pingan's intention, and he spoke slowly with a calm expression.

"This town is the burial place of the last real dragon in the world. Countless dragons in the world believe that this place has the most prosperous luck and is destined to produce a dragon one day. In fact, for three thousand years, the birth of a dragon has been delayed. However, the children born in this town are indeed much better than their peers outside. Many famous Taoist couples in the East Aquarius Continent have offspring like this. Of course, not every child in the town has amazing talents."

The Lizhu Cave Heaven was formed by the last real dragon in the world falling and its part of the soul turned into a Lizhu and was imprisoned in the Dragon Locking Well.

In ancient times, the real dragon was in charge of moving clouds and rain, accumulating merits, and was rewarded by the gods. But in the Middle Ages, the dragon slayer Chen Qingliu launched a dragon slaying war. Only one out of ten dragons in the world survived. The last real dragon was killed in Aquarius Continent, and its soul turned into Lizhu, forming the smallest of the thirty-six small caves, Lizhu Cave.

After the formation of Lizhu Cave, it attracted the entry of powerful people such as Qingtong Tianjun Yang Laotou, Sanshan Jiuhou, and the founder of the dragon-raising lineage. Not only is there a genius here, but mysterious opportunities often appear here, so it has become an important place for the layout of various forces.

Chen Qingliu is a great cultivator of the fourteenth realm, with amazing combat power. The avenue is close to water, and it also overcomes water in the world, so he suppresses water-loving spiritual creatures such as dragons. At the same time, the fewer dragons there are, the more solid his realm is. He will kill all the real dragons in the world where he is in harmony with the way. If there are no more real dragons in the world, he will automatically drop one realm. If there are still real dragons in the world, he will automatically advance to the peak of the fourteenth realm.

Chen Qingliu was born in an ownerless blessed land in Liuxiazhou. When he was born, two hibernating dragons were planted in his eyes. His relatives were killed one after another because of these two hibernating dragons, so he vowed to kill all the real dragons in the world. Then Chen Qingliu broke through the restrictions of the blessed land and ascended to the world.

Chen Qingliu heard that there was a Chantui Cave Heaven in Dongbaopingzhou. It is said that countless ancient sword cultivators ascended here. The sword art contained in it can easily create a sword cultivator in the ascending realm. It is a pilgrimage site for all sword cultivators in the world, so he went to Dongbaopingzhou. In Chantui Cave Heaven, Chen Qingliu had a conflict with fourteen sword cultivators. The two sides signed a life and death agreement. Among them, eight of them were in the upper fifth realm and six of them were in the Nascent Soul realm. They surrounded and killed Chen Qingliu together, but they were all killed by Chen Qingliu.

After this battle, Chen Qingliu proved his way into the ascending realm and cut off more than ten sword veins in Baopingzhou. The luck of sword art has never recovered since then, and there is no more upper fifth realm sword cultivator. Later, Chen Qingliu accepted Zheng Juzhong as his apprentice, and then sent his friend Xin Ji'an to the Sword Qi Great Wall. He then returned to Haoran Tainai and began his career of slaying dragons.

"I will take you to the place where there are dragons after I have mastered the swordsmanship!"

Wearing a green shirt and holding a sword, he saw the broken limbs of dragons wherever he went. Every Dragon Palace and Water Palace Master he met, no matter who was in charge of the small world, would fall down a level when facing this great swordsman. Soon, Haoran Human World was killed by him and only the last real dragon was left.

This real dragon fled all the way from the Central Earth Shenzhou to the Dali Dynasty in the northernmost part of the Aquarius Continent, and was still killed by Chen Qingliu with a sword. The descendants of dragons in later generations, the luck of thousands of water tribes has greatly decreased, and they have stagnated in the Nascent Soul Realm, and they have stopped moving forward and it is difficult to enter the upper five realms. At most, they can turn into dragons by walking on the river, and they will never dare to turn into dragons by walking on the ditch. This battle was praised by later generations as the battle of slaying dragons.

Because there are no more real dragons in the world, Chen Qingliu also fell back to the Ascension Realm because of his ambition, and then began to travel far away and released, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Qi Jingchun naturally did not tell Chen Pingan these secrets, smiled, and continued.

"Almost all the senior monks who participated in the dragon-slaying catastrophe were seriously injured. Many people settled here, built huts and practiced, and died calmly. There were also Taoist couples who survived by chance, and there were also couples who formed a good relationship after fighting side by side. After more than 3,000 years of development, the town has reached its current scale. On the map of the Dali Dynasty, this place was first called Daze Township, and later it was changed to Longyuan by a saint himself. Later, it was modified to avoid the word Yuan of a certain Dali emperor..."

Chen Pingan clenched his fists, interrupted Qi Jingchun's words, and asked what he really wanted to know.

"Sir, what I want to ask is what kind of people are my parents?"

Qi Jingchun stopped talking, looked at the boy in straw sandals in astonishment, thought for a moment, and then said.

"In my memory, your father is a simple and gentle man, with ordinary talents, not worthy of being taken away from the town, and has become a chicken rib in the eyes of some people. Perhaps because of anger, your father's natal porcelain was tampered with. Since then, he has had a bad life and caused you and your mother to suffer together. Later, he accidentally learned the secret of natal porcelain, and knew that once someone opened the kiln and took him away from the town, he would become a puppet for the rest of his life, so he secretly smashed the natal porcelain that belonged to you."

"Every year, every baby born in the town has a code name that is stored in a secret file. There are also people in the town who use their unique secret technique to extract a drop of blood from their heart and infuse it into the natal porcelain that will be fired in the future. The natal porcelain for girls will be fired for six years, and for boys for even longer. The kiln fire must not be interrupted for a day and will continue to burn for nine years. The talent of a child is like the appearance of porcelain. It can only be left to fate and purely depends on luck. The cost of gambling on porcelain is very high. Although you have mediocre qualifications, your father's behavior still makes the porcelain buyer angry. The consequences can be imagined!"

"As for your mother, she is a woman with a gentle temperament. When your mother married your father, many of your peers in the town were very depressed. As for the details of your parents' lives when they were alive, I don't know. After all, in addition to teaching, I have many things to do and it is impossible for me to pay attention to them all the time."

Chen Ping'an hummed in a low voice, listening attentively, with deep thoughts flashing in his eyes, and he came to the Twelve-legged Archway Building with Qi Jingchun.

"When the real dragon fell here, four saints showed up in person and signed a contract here, stipulating that every sixty years, one person would take charge of this place to help look after the remaining luck left by the real dragon after its death. In fact, there was some debate about whether to completely eradicate it. The people of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, plus a military strategist, were the main ones. The rest of the various schools of thought, cave heavens, immortal families, and wealthy families in the East Aquarius Continent all had a certain share and opportunity to share the benefits. It's ridiculous to say that whether or not there is a quota to buy porcelain within a hundred years has almost become a definition of a sect or a family. Whether it is a symbol of first-class status. "

"But recently someone broke this rule and forced his way into the town. Even I can't do anything about it!"

Qi Jingchun's calm and gentle eyes showed some helplessness. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Chen Ping'an's courtyard. Zhou Jue came to Lizhu Cave Heaven without consent. He broke through the formation and invaded violently. Fortunately, Zhou Jue restrained himself and did not deal with the wild monster tribe as simply and roughly. He had no taboos. Qi Jingchun, the Confucian saint, was relieved and could continue to tolerate the other party staying in the town.

"This time, the world is like an old porcelain that has been exposed to the wind and sun for three thousand years. It is about to be broken into pieces. Although there is a big formation to protect it, it cannot prevent the final result. In addition, that guy will attack at any time, which hinders the operation of the big formation. The porcelain is broken, but what about the safety of the 6,000 people in the town?" Qi Jingchun felt pity for the world and did not want the 6,000 residents of the town to perish with the destruction of the Lizhu Cave Heaven. He wanted to change his fate and shoulder it alone, so he did not welcome the unscrupulous Zhou Jue. At this time, Qi Jingchun and the others had already walked to the Iron Lock Well in Xinghua Lane. There was a woman bending over to draw water. He suddenly asked Chen Pingan. "If a stranger falls into the well, if you save him, you will die. Will you save him?" "I want to know, can I really save that person?" Chen Pingan did not answer directly. He thought seriously for a moment, then looked up at the middle-aged scholar and asked. Qi Jingchun did not directly answer Chen Pingan's question. He smiled and taught him.

"Remember, a gentleman does not save!"

"A gentleman?"

"When encountering misfortune, he first has compassion, but a gentleman is not a pedantic person. He can go to the well to save people, but he will never let himself fall into death."

Qi Jingchun looked a little dazed, as if he recalled something. His voice was ethereal and distant, and merged into the world with the spring breeze.

"Sir, can I still live now? If so, how long can I live?"

Chen Pingan knew that his life span was not long after Cai Jinjian interrupted the Changsheng Bridge. That's why he asked this question.

Qi Jingchun thought about it carefully, slowly stood up, and said firmly.

"If you are not afraid of the bumpy road ahead and suffer a lot, you will definitely survive."

Chen Pingan heard the words, and a pure and brilliant smile appeared on his bloodstained face, and he said very happily.

"I'm not afraid of hardship!"

During this journey, Chen Pingan had gone through hardships and survived with difficulty. He had long regarded hardship as a common thing, so he didn't care about the so-called suffering.

"I'll take you to a place. Although I, Qi Jingchun, can't help you much, it's not against the rules to let you survive this disaster. I should compensate you with an opportunity."

The two came to the old locust tree. The town was silent inside and outside, except for this old locust tree. The leaves swayed slightly. Qi Jingchun stopped, looked solemn, bowed, and looked up and asked.

"Can Qi Jingchun ask you for a locust leaf so that this young man can leave the town safely in the future, at least within three years, without being affected by the disaster that came back?"

The thousand-year-old locust tree was silent and did not answer. It seemed that it didn't want to pay attention to Qi Jingchun, or it didn't want to protect Chen Pingan, who was not blessed with a shallow fate.

"I have been here for fifty-nine years. I have no merits, but I have worked hard. Can't I ask for a locust leaf? Why are you so stingy?"

The old locust tree still did not respond. There was silence between heaven and earth, which made Qi Jingchun's face gloomy. These people were too much. They didn't give any incense at all.

At this moment, a young man in a green robe quietly appeared behind the two of them. He had a long sword on his waist, and the word "fear" was engraved on the hilt. He held a green wine gourd in his hand. Clear wine flowed out, and the rich aroma of wine filled the air, making people salivate. He was loose, cynical, and lazy. He looked up at the thousand-year-old locust tree, and his eyes flashed with disdain. He even spat at it.

"Pooh!"

"Qi Jingchun, you are still too stubborn to let go. You are tightly bound by Confucian rules. These old guys are so shameless!"

When Chen Pingan heard this familiar voice, he suddenly looked back, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Mr. Zhou, why are you here?"

Qi Jingchun also turned to look at Zhou Jue, with a gloomy expression on his face. Finally, he sighed and said to Chen Ping'an with a guilty look on his face.

"Chen Pingan, I'm sorry for not helping you!"

Chen Pingan's heart sank slightly, but he still had a bright smile on his face, which comforted Qi Jingchun.

"Sir, don't worry. Director Lu said that as long as I go to the south of the town, find a blacksmith named Ruan, and become his apprentice, I can hope to survive. Without this locust leaf, I believe there will be no problem!"

"Sincerely?"

"Fake!"

Chen Pingan still wanted to live after all, scratched his head and said helplessly.