I have a role in the heavens

"If you can spare others and spare them, why would you kill their ancestral incense?!"

Qi Jingchun shook his head slightly, somewhat disapproving of Zhou Jue's approach. Even though this gentle gentleman was almost robbed, he never complained about these moths and still maintained Confucian benevolence.

Zhou Jue patted the fairy sword on his waist with his right hand, his face showed a sharp edge, his black and white eyes looked at the most outstanding disciple of Confucianism, and he said in a cold voice.

"If being reasonable is useful, why should I still practice swordsmanship? My generation of swordsmanship emphasizes gratification, clear thoughts, and no taboos. If they make me unhappy, I will make them uncomfortable!"

Qi Jingchun remained silent. He did not agree with Zhou Jue's actions, but he would not stop him. After all, the two of them pursue different paths. Sword cultivation goes straight and forward, but with the sword in his hand, he can cut off the injustice in the world.

At this moment, a tall woman with swaying clothes appeared on the water under the bridge. Her clothes were snow-white, her hair was white, and her exposed hands and feet had skin as beautiful as mutton-fat jade. She was tilting her head, using the stream as a mirror, combing her hair with one hand and combing it with the other. No one could see her face clearly.

There was a flicker in Zhou Jue's deep and clear eyes. He looked under the bridge, nodded slightly, and said hello to this old friend from ten thousand years ago. Then he glanced at Qi Jingchun and said.

"The matter is settled, it's time for me to go back. You can handle the rest by yourself!"

The ray of vitality in Qi Jingchun's body continued to grow and flourish, and the old teacher's face regained its youth again. The white hair on his head turned black, the wrinkles on his face also disappeared, and his skin became firm. The breath is hidden, and the state has reached its peak.

Qi Jingchun's eyes were warm, he glanced at the figure holding the sword, and nodded slightly. He felt a little surprised in his heart. Zhou Jue seemed to know this supreme god.

Zhou Jue walked calmly, walking in the small town shrouded in night, when he suddenly stopped, turned his head slightly, and looked into the Mud Bottle Alley. A vague and illusory figure walked out of the darkness, confused and staggering. Like a lonely ghost.

"Chen Pingan? Soul out of body!"

Zhou Jue murmured in a low voice and looked back in the direction of the covered bridge. The rusty iron sword was hanging under the bridge. The tall woman in swaying clothes was watching here, with a look of understanding on his face. It turned out that this silly boy was going to be tested.

After Zhou Jue understood what was going on, he did not interfere in the matter. He took another step and allowed the straw-shoe boy to go and accept the test.

Chen Pingan seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping, and seemed to be dreaming but not dreaming. In a daze, he somehow walked to the south end of the covered bridge. It was pitch black all the way and he couldn't see his fingers. But when the boy in straw sandals stepped onto the steps, the world became brighter.

Chen Ping'an was walking in the corridor of the covered bridge in a daze. The extremely dazzling snow-white light bloomed out. It was more dazzling than the light of heaven and earth, and contained a more noble meaning. His eyes were pierced by the snow-white light and shed tears, but for some reason, he could clearly understand Take a clear look at the scene on the covered bridge.

There was a tall woman with a blurry face, standing in the middle of the covered bridge. Her dress was snow-white, her hair was snow-white, her exposed skin was like mutton fat and jade. She exuded an edge similar to Mr. Zhou's, which was very scary and made people panic. .

There is also Mr. Qi from the small town school. His big sleeves are fluttering, he is dressed in snow-white, and he looks like a god. He has a gentle smile on his face and looks at him.

Chen Ping'an's thoughts were confused and his consciousness was blurred. He felt that Mr. Qi in front of him seemed to have an aura of purity, compassion and solemnity around him, which became even more ethereal, as if he was about to ascend to the sky and leave the world.

Chen Ping'an walked forward slowly, and it seemed as if a fox-enchanting woman was whispering in his ears, tempting people's hearts and tempting him.

"Kneel down and you will be blessed with good luck."

Chen Pingan frowned slightly. Although he loved money, a gentleman loved money and acquired it wisely. How could he grovel and sell his dignity for money? He ignored the whispers of this charming woman and continued to walk forward.

Suddenly, the voice in his ears changed. It was majestic and sacred, shocking, and wanted to overpower this poor young man.

"Ordinary people, why don't you kneel down quickly!"

Chen Ping'an usually looks like a good guy who won't get angry, but he is determined and would rather bend than bend. Even if there is heavy pressure on his shoulders, he still straightens his back and looks upright. Go forward.

At this time, the voice in his ears changed again, becoming neutral, gentle, and gentle, as if Mr. Qi had spoken and persuaded Chen Ping'an.

"For example, ordinary people need to kneel before the Lord of Heaven and Earth, and there is no harm in kneeling down once, in exchange for a way to reach the top."

When Chen Ping'an heard the familiar voice, he stopped and showed a bit of hesitation on his face. Then he still disagreed with this statement and retorted.

"A man has gold at his knees, and the great road is at his feet. How can reaching the top of the great road be achieved by just kowtow? Even if it is possible, don't take this great road!"

The voice in Chen Ping'an's ear paused for a moment, and continued to confuse the straw-shoe boy. His tone became urgent and a little more anxious.

"This kneeling is equivalent to crossing the Changsheng Bridge, climbing the Qingyun Ladder, and crossing the chasm between heaven and earth. Don't hesitate, kneel down quickly. If God doesn't take it, you will suffer the consequences!"

Chen Ping'an's expression was in a trance again, as if he was affected by the voice, and suddenly the figure of Zhou Jue appeared in his mind. He was dressed in a green shirt, with a sword on his waist, standing with his hands behind his back, arrogant and unruly.

"I, the sword cultivator, only seek happiness and grudges. We don't care about Qi, status, or cause and effect. But with the sword in our hands, we can cut down all kinds of things in the world. We will advance without retreating. Even if we die, we will not regret it!"

Chen Ping'an suddenly straightened his back, took steps again, and walked forward firmly, turning a deaf ear to the bewitching voice in his ears and remaining unmoved.

At this moment, countless noisy voices came one after another, coming from a distance, with heated discussions and objections.

"This is Ma Kuxuan's deserved opportunity! Get out of here, you kid!"

"Even if Ma Kuxuan can't get it, he should still fall into the hands of the immortal Ning Yao. Who do you think you are?!"

"You, the Chen family, are like a puddle of mud that cannot be helped. You should have been extinguished long ago, but you still dare to covet divine objects. You shameless little bastard!"

"Chen Pingan, don't you care about Ning Yao and Liu Xianyang very much? Turn around and return to the town. Wouldn't it be better to leave the opportunity to your friends? Don't you yearn for a stable life? You can be a rich man and marry a wife in the future. Wouldn’t it be great to have children and have an afterlife?”

"If you dare to take another step forward, I will crush you to ashes!"

"Shut up, if you say one more thing, I will kill you!"

Suddenly, a clear and terrifying voice came from the direction of Ni Ping Alley, threatening the owner of these voices unscrupulously, and murderous intent filled the entire Lizhu Cave.

Suddenly, the world was silent, and the noises disappeared. There were sighs, fears, panics, and sighs. The owners of these noises all looked at the green-shirted man in Mud Bottle Alley. They kept silent and did not dare to disturb the young man again. .

Chen Pingan stepped forward step by step. At this time, he was standing side by side with Qi Jingchun. He stopped and looked around. The entire covered bridge and beyond the covered bridge were so dark that it was pitch black, which made people panic.

Chen Ping'an stood in the center of the covered bridge, looked up at Qi Jingchun, who was as gentle as jade, and asked doubtfully.

"Mr. Qi, what's going on? Why do I appear on the covered bridge?"

Qi Jingchun put her hands behind her back, her Confucian shirt fluttering, looking at this innocent young man, a trace of relief flashed in her weathered eyes, and she said with a smile.

"Don't be afraid, I asked you to come here to meet an old man!"

"Chen Pingan, the road is at your feet, let's go!"

Although Chen Ping'an was confused and didn't understand what Mr. Qi's words meant, he still took a deep breath, took steps again, and walked forward. The surrounding space twisted and fluctuated, as if the calm water was broken. Ripples emerged and spread outward.

Chen Ping'an felt dizzy, fell off the covered bridge, and fell into the creek. He dived head first into the water. A bright light came into his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.

I don't know how much time passed, it could be a year, or it could be an instant. Chen Ping'an slowly opened his eyes and stood on the mirror-like water. He lightly stamped his feet curiously, in circles. Ripples spread from under his feet, and the mirror did not collapse as he imagined. It was very magical.

Suddenly there was a dazzling light directly in front of him, shining through the sky and the earth. Chen Ping'an quickly raised his arm to cover his forehead. His eyes narrowed into a slit and he looked forward. It was completely white and he couldn't see anything clearly.

It wasn't until the light became dim that Chen Pingan put down his arms. His eyes were red and tears were flowing out. He saw a person sitting in the distance in the distance, with one foot bent and the other dangling in the air, as if he was sitting on the edge of a cliff. On the top, the posture is lazy, the whole person is shrouded in white light, and the strands of light are constantly swaying, like flying blue hair, gorgeous and poignant.

Chen Pingan tried his best and couldn't see the person's face clearly, but he knew that this person was the tall woman standing on the covered bridge before.

The tall woman raised her head and looked at Chen Pingan, and yawned, as if she had just woken up, exuding a sense of relaxation, and her voice was like the sound of nature, melodious and intoxicating.

"That scholar named Qi Jingchun said he was disappointed with the world, but what about you?"

God beats the spring drum to inform the world that spring is coming. If the drum does not sound, spring will not come. At this moment, Chen Ping'an could clearly hear his heartbeat, like someone beating a drum, resounding throughout the world. His face gradually turned red, and it was a little difficult to breathe. He had to cover his heart with his hands, not daring to speak at will. .

In the small courtyard of Muping Alley, Zhou Jue stood on the threshold, cracking melon seeds in his mouth, spitting out the melon seed peels from time to time, with a playful smile on his face, quietly feeling the changes in Lizhu Cave Sky, and Beads slowly fell from the sky above Dongbaopingzhou and took root on the ground. The entire cave began to break and became a blessed place. Only a few people in the entire town of 6,000 people noticed the movement.

Because of Qi Jingchun, the six thousand small town residents born and raised in Lizhu Cave, no matter rich or poor, good or evil, will all have an afterlife.

Ning Yao was dressed in a dark green robe, with the long green knife on his waist, and a flying sword in the void behind him. He was full of spirituality and followed his master's pace like a pug, fearing that he would be abandoned by the girl again.

"Senior brother, what's going on in Lizhu Cave Sky? Why is there a vibration?"

Zhou Jue stopped what he was doing, looked up at Ning Yao, and said casually.

“It’s nothing, it’s just that Lizhu Cave Heaven was shattered and became a blessed land, integrating with Dongbaopingzhou!”

Ning Yao's face changed drastically when he heard this, and the cave sky was shattered. Being reduced to a blessed land is not a small thing. His luck was greatly reduced, and the backlash from heaven was no joke.

"What about the people in the small town?"

Ning Yao's long sword on her waist kept vibrating, and a faint edge was revealed. Her long eyebrows, which were not like willow leaves but like narrow swords, were tightly furrowed. The blood in the heart of this sword-cultivating girl was still not cold, and she did not want to see the tragedy of the world.

"Don't worry, there is a teacher who is very stupid. He took the backlash of the three thousand years of luck of Lizhu Cave Heaven on his shoulders!"

Although Zhou Jue complained about Qi Jingchun's choice, there was a touch of appreciation and admiration in his eyes.

Ning Yao was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and the raised eyebrows gradually calmed down. His mind gradually recalled the scene five years ago. A young man in a hemp robe, with a thin figure and thin shoulders, swore to the sky in front of the sword immortals of the Sword Qi Great Wall and the great monsters of the throne of the wild world, and took all the cause and effect on his shoulders.

"Brother, thank you!"

Ning Yao's eyes showed gratitude. As the only child of Ning Heng and Yao Ying, these cause and effect responsibilities should have been borne by her, but now they have all been transferred to the shoulders of her senior brother, allowing her to grow and practice without pressure.

Zhou Jue's body trembled slightly, and then he pretended to be calm, continued to eat melon seeds, and said.

"Junior sister, you have already entered the Nascent Soul Realm, it's time to return to the Sword Qi Great Wall, only there can you enter the fifth realm at the fastest speed!"

The best way for sword cultivators to practice is to fight. Where in Haoran Tianxia is the battle more tragic than the Sword Qi Great Wall? In many places, they have to fight with the big monsters in the wild world every day. It is the holy land that sword cultivators in the world yearn for the most, and it is also the final burial place of sword cultivators in the world.

No matter how good Haoran Tianxia is, it is not suitable for sword cultivators with surging blood. There are rules everywhere. Being too calm will make the sword in the hands of sword cultivators lose their sharpness.

"Okay, I'll go back to the Sword Qi Great Wall now! I won't say goodbye to Chen Pingan, you tell him for me!"

Hearing this, Ning Yao took off without any hesitation, flew into the void, and stood above the town. She looked down thousands of miles away, feeling relaxed and happy. The sword spirit in her chest spread out and rushed straight into the sky. All kinds of strange visions appeared in the eyes of the girl, shocking.

There are countless kinds of birds and beasts, entrenched on the border line between this Lizhu Cave Heaven and the Dali territory, and outside, there are countless of their kind running here frantically, as if absorbing something. On that invisible border line, they dare not take a step forward, nor do they want to retreat a step.

An old woman stood at the end of the stream within the boundary, her upper body exposed above the water, her dark blue hair cascading down like a waterfall, spreading around her body like a black lotus. The old woman, whose face was originally mottled like dry bark, now looked like a woman less than 40 years old.

There was another Piyun Mountain, which seemed to be arched up by the ground, rising slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the cave was broken and turned into a blessed land.

Zhou Jue looked up and watched the girl turn into a sword light and go towards the inverted mountain. The sword light was bright, like a rainbow bridge, dazzling and gorgeous, free and easy.

"This girl is still so impetuous, she leaves as soon as she says she will, without any hesitation, only a silly boy like Chen Pingan would like her!"

"The sword that Ruan Qiong made for her has not been completed yet, so it's just right for Chen Pingan to go to the Jianqi Great Wall to deliver the sword in the future!"

Zhou Jue looked towards the direction of the town's covered bridge again, his face was very calm, even indifferent, waiting for the straw sandal boy to answer the sword holder's question.

Chen Pingan's mind was full of thoughts, and the memory scenes kept emerging. He showed various expressions such as happiness, sadness, nostalgia, and recollection on his face. Finally, the corners of his mouth began to grin, blooming the purest smile, his eyes were like cold stars under the night sky, and he said in a decisive tone.

"I have never been disappointed with this world. Maybe it is not as beautiful as I imagined, but it is not as bad as some people imagine!"

"There are parents, Mr. Qi, and Mr. Zhou in this world!"

Chen Pingan, a lonely boy since childhood, showed a sincere expression on his face. He kept every person who was good to him in his heart and dared not forget. His dark face showed a bit of embarrassment, and his cheeks actually turned red. After a pause, he spoke again.

"And Miss Ning!"

"They are all good people. With them in the world, people will not feel desperate!"

This boy, who was an adult at the age of five, forgot all the misfortunes and difficulties, and only remembered the warmth in the world.

The tall and fair woman was stunned, and her eyes fell on the boy in straw sandals. Her face was expressionless. This look was like the sharpest sword in the world, piercing Chen Pingan's heart. She clearly distinguished the truth from the falsehood of this statement. The corners of her beautiful and rosy mouth slightly raised, and a thrilling smile bloomed, affirming.

"Chen Pingan, you are really as interesting as Qi Jingchun said. No wonder even Zhou Jue looks at you differently and never stops you from liking his junior sister!"

As soon as this was said, the dark-skinned boy blushed, waved his hands constantly, and explained in panic.

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

The tall woman showed a strange smile on her face, her eyes turned slightly, and looked in the direction of Niping Lane. The man sitting on the doorstep looked gloomy. She looked at the boy in straw sandals again with a sympathetic look and said mischievously.

"Oh, you should think it through, do you really not like Ning Yao?"

Chen Ping'an, the young man Mu Ai, never thought that the most secret things in his heart would be known to others, and he panicked and said repeatedly.

"Miss Ning is very good, but she and I are not the same kind of people!"

For some reason, the boy did not deny his love directly, but just used this excuse to answer the question irrelevantly, dealing with the sword holder's question.

"If Chen Pingan likes it, then he likes it. If he dares not even admit that he likes a girl, he is too cowardly!"

Chen Pingan's body stiffened and fell into silence. The boy naturally liked Miss Ning sincerely, but there was a huge gap between the two, like a natural moat. Miss Ning was a sword fairy who traveled between heaven and earth, and he was just an ordinary boy in a small town.

"How dare a poor man enter the prosperous world, how dare a clean man miss a beautiful woman!"

Such a thought flashed through Chen Pingan's mind, but he never said it, but just lowered his head and remained silent, making the sword holder feel bored. He waved his sleeves and returned his soul to its place.

In Niping Lane, Zhou Jue stood up from the threshold, with a bit of chill on his face, and his low voice echoed in the courtyard.

"Coward, since you dare not admit it yourself, don't blame me for making things difficult for you in the future!"