I have a role in the heavens

After that, the little girl in black raised the wine bowl, touched it with the dragon-slaying man in blue, and drank. The dried fish was a bit salty. She was very thirsty, so she took this opportunity to drink some water. .

Chen Qingliu glanced at the innocent Zhou Mili, shook his head, raised the wine bowl, and drank it all in one gulp. This little girl had never done any evil. He, Chen Qingliu, was not really unreasonable. He couldn't cut out the long sword in his hand. .

Zhou Mili drank the cold water in the bowl, put down the black porcelain bowl that was bigger than her little face, reached out and grabbed a handful of dried fish, and handed it to Chen Qingliu with an innocent smile.

"Working in vain, working in vain, aren't you depressed? I'll leave all the dried fish for you to eat!"

After Zhou Mili drank a lot of water and continued to eat without any stomach, he was willing to give up all his beloved dried fish to the young coachman. After all, the young coachman did hard work, and he had to eat more to have the energy to drive the coachman.

Chen Qingliu was slightly moved. This Yunxi dried fish was the favorite of the little girl in black. She was willing to keep it all for herself. She really regarded him as a friend, so he couldn't draw a sword against his friend.

Chen Qingliu took the dried fish unceremoniously and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he picked up the remaining dried fish on the table and swallowed it in one gulp. The little girl in black looked at it with stunned admiration.

"It's all in vain, you are really good. You can stuff so many dried fishes into your mouth at once. If only I could have the same ability, how much delicious food can I eat!"

The little girl in black has a simple mind. She doesn't care about Bai Busan's cultivation level or swordsmanship. She only admires the dragon-slaying man for swallowing all the dried fish in one gulp. All her thoughts are on eating. It's so true. What evil can a dragon do?

"Zhou Mili, I did come here to slay the dragon. I wanted to slay you, the real dragon that occupies two of the world's water transports, so that I can live up to my ambition of slaying all the dragons in the world. But in the past few days, I have drank from you. "Jiu, after eating your dried fish, I really can't do anything. It's really a waste of time!"

Chen Qingliu moved his fingers slightly, the sword tactics were the Tao tactics, the sword intention flowed horizontally, and the Tao methods were natural. The long river of time was about to reverse, change the present, go back to the past, and pretend that the two had never known each other.

"Crack!"

Zhou Mili slapped Chen Qingliu on the shoulder, looked at the dragon-slaying man with bright eyes, and said with an old Jianghu look.

"Business in vain, you are drunk, why are you talking nonsense!"

"We are good friends. As the saying goes, I rely on my parents at home and my friends when I go out. How could you chop the head off my neck?"

The sword technique in Chen Qingliu's hand paused, the Taoism dissipated, and the long river of time returned to calm again. His deep and sharp eyes became much softer, and he stared blankly at the sincere little girl in black. He sighed, and the last trace of hesitation in his heart disappeared. Go and speak.

"Hey, I have a lot of energy. Two more jars of burning knives will make me, Chen Qingliu, drunk!"

Chen Qingliu slapped his chest, and with great pride, he lifted up most of the pot of burning knives and raised his head to drink. Everyone gets drunk even if the wine is not intoxicating. The man who killed the dragon today wanted to get completely drunk.

When the little girl in black heard the name Chen Qingliu, a daze flashed across her big eyes, and then she seemed to react and said with a smile.

"In vain, you really listened to the old scholar and changed your name!"

"Chen Qingliu, that's a good name. It sounds better than Bai Mang. It's classy and classy. It sounds like you're a big shot. In the future, you might be able to leave your name in history and be famous for generations to come!"

When the old deaf boy heard the words Chen Qingliu, his whole body trembled, his face turned pale, and a trace of awe and fear flashed in his eyes. His body involuntarily moved closer to Zhou Mili, as if he was avoiding some terrifying existence.

"Brother Chen Hailiang, my old scholar will accompany you to get drunk today. Life is a big dream. Who can say that he is awake?!"

When the old scholar saw this, a smile appeared on his face. He and Chen Qingliu were old friends, but he didn't know that his friend had given up on slaying the dragon. He was so relieved that he also mentioned the jar of bamboo leaf green and started drinking.

The poor old deaf child was sitting at the table in fear, unable to taste the food, and uneasy. Even if he wanted to take a sip of wine, he couldn't do it anymore.

Zhou Mili smiled and watched the two friends fight for wine. He took out a handful of melon seeds from the cotton bag he was carrying and gave some to the pale old deaf child. She was nibbling on the melon seeds while shaking two Little feet, so happy!

On the other side, Chen Ping'an waited until Zheng Dafeng recovered from his injuries and embarked on his travels again. Time was blurred, and more than a month had passed before he knew it.

On this day, Chen Ping'an and his party came to Qingluan Kingdom and took a rest by the side of a mountain lake. They found a bamboo house that had been abandoned for many years. Invest in the construction and must be fond of fishing.

The group of people settled here, each with their own division of labor. Chen Pingan went to chop two slender bamboos, one long and one short.

The old cook Zhu Lian lit the bonfire, and Chen Ping'an squatted beside the fire, using the fire to slowly smoke and roast the bamboo rods to increase the toughness of the fishing rods, and made two fishing rods.

Chen Pingan gave the short bamboo pole to Pei Qian and taught her how to make a fishing pole and fish, demonstrating every step so that the black girl could learn from it.

In the bamboo house, Zhu Lian was sitting on the bench, holding a fairy book in his hand. He read it with gusto and exclaimed from time to time. The fights between men and women in the book were fierce and wild, and worth learning.

Lu Baixiang sat on the ground and talked with Wei Xian about the game. The two of them frowned slightly. The battle was in full swing, and they were afraid that it would be difficult to tell the winner for a while.

This place is beautiful and has beautiful mountains and rivers. While there was no one around, Sui Youyou left the bamboo house, took off his boots, sat on the shore, put his pair of snow-white jade feet into the water, placed the infatuation sword horizontally on his knees, and placed his hands on the ends of the scabbard. He looked into the distance, and the fresh breath of the mountains and fields was refreshing.

Chen Pingan and Pei Qian, one big and one small, came to the outside of the bamboo house. Chen Pingan began to tie the fishing line and fish hooks. Pei Qian still followed suit. If some details were not done well, the master would ask the apprentice to tie them again and tighten the fish hooks.

When the fishing rod was made, Chen Pingan took Pei Qian to the distant lake to lift up stones and look for an aquatic fish worm that looked like a mole cricket.

Chen Pingan did not fish, but let Pei Qian fish by himself. The little girl was a person who was born with poor patience. Only Chen Pingan was by her side to urge her, and she had copied books for a period of time, so she had some patience. At this moment, she was quietly staring at the movement of the water, wishing that a big fish of more than 100 pounds would bite the hook in the next second.

Seeing this, Chen Pingan walked to the open space on the side and began to ponder a boxing technique in the Shaking Mountain Fist, called the Heaven and Earth Posture, which is very famous. The Heaven and Earth Posture is a combination of static and dynamic fists, with a strange posture. It is practiced upside down and is divided into three realms, using the palm, fist, and one finger as support points, and then walking upside down.

The Heaven and Earth Posture is self-evident. It is a man who stands upright. Those who practice this boxing technique must teach the heaven and earth to turn upside down with the fist.

Chen Pingan has seen Zhou Jue perform the Heaven and Earth Posture with his own eyes. He really turned the heaven and earth upside down. The sky turned into the earth, and the thick soil became the blue sky. All things, principles, and laws in the world turned upside down.

Chen Pingan gently patted the ground, his body turned gracefully, and he pressed one palm against the ground, trying to understand the mystery of the Heaven and Earth Posture.

Pei Qian heard the movement and lost his patience. He turned his head and saw this scene. He grinned and laughed, feeling very amused.

Chen Pingan, who was standing upside down, stretched out his free hand and pointed at the water surface, signaling Pei Qian to concentrate on fishing and not to be distracted.

Pei Qian was like a mouse seeing a cat, and immediately became honest. He turned his head obediently and continued to stare at the calm water surface. He was a little impatient and blamed the fish in the water for not giving him face.

Chen Pingan changed his palm into a fist, stood on the ground with his fist, and finally supported his body with only one finger. The true energy in his body circulated in the way of the heaven and earth pile, which was very smooth and did not encounter any difficulties.

Chen Pingan slowly closed his eyes, and realized the Tao rhyme when Zhou Jue performed the heaven and earth pile at that time in his mind. A strange fist intention spread out, making the space slightly distorted, and the Tao was chaotic, as if it was upside down and everything was turned upside down.

At the same time, Chen Ping'an's free hand moved, two fingers together, pinching the sword formula, and the version of the Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi taught by Zhou Jue appeared in his mind. The condensed and pure sword Qi continued to circulate along the acupoints and Qi Palaces in the body. The route was extremely complicated. Every step forward of the sword Qi would be tempered and become more condensed and pure. At the same time, it also produced a wonderful chemical reaction with the true Qi circulation of the heaven and earth pile. The space around him became more chaotic, and the fist intention that turned the world upside down became more solid.

Speaking of the Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi, Chen Ping'an's calm mind was slightly disturbed. Pei Qian couldn't bear the hardship of practicing martial arts. He fished for three days and dried the net for two days. Chen Ping'an had no choice but to teach the basic version of the Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi from the black charcoal girl. Unexpectedly, it was very compatible. In less than half a day, Pei Qian's sword Qi in his body completed the Eighteen Stops. His talent was amazing.

Seeing this, Chen Ping'an did not continue to teach Zhou Jue and Aliang's version of the Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi. It was not that he was jealous of Pei Qian's talent and practice speed, but he had a worry in his heart.

Pei Qian's cultivation speed is so fast that he is likely to walk side by side with Chen Pingan, or even surpass him, looking down on the world alone and standing at the top.

A disciple does not have to be inferior to his master, and the disciple is worse than the master. Chen Pingan adheres to this principle, but Pei Qian is different. His founding disciple has an unstable mind and his temperament has not been completely corrected. If Pei Qian makes a mistake one day, how should his master, as a preacher and protector, deal with it?

Chen Pingan can't do it if it is a bad fate and kill it with a sword. Even if Chen Pingan has such a cold heart, Pei Qian's cultivation has surpassed his master at that time, how can he kill him?

Chen Pingan has traveled thousands of mountains and rivers in the blessed land of Ouhua, and has seen the gentlemen and cliques in the temple. He has seen that people's hearts are not as good as before and jackals are in power. Therefore, he has the idea of ​​establishing a sect and eliminating the idea of ​​bad atmosphere.

Reading books to learn etiquette, practicing martial arts to strengthen the body, this is Chen Ping'an's original intention. If he can't teach Pei Qian well, how can he establish a sect with a clean and upright atmosphere.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an would rather Pei Qian practice martial arts slowly, learn the principles of being a human being first, and avoid the worst situation.

Sui Youyou seemed to notice Chen Ping'an's distress, flicked his fingers slightly, and a stream of energy shot onto Pei Qian's charcoal-like face, causing him to feel a little pain, and his eyes moved away from the water and looked at the cold female sword fairy.

Sui Youyou winked, and Pei Qian looked over and saw that Chen Ping'an frowned slightly, as if he was troubled. He put down the fishing rod in his hand, walked to the front of the master, sat cross-legged on the ground, and asked.

"Master, is there something bothering you? Tell me!"

Chen Ping'an opened his eyes and looked upside down at the charcoal-like face. He exerted a little force on his wrist, turned his body upside down, and returned to a normal standing position, then sat cross-legged, with an indecisive expression on his face, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

Pei Qian was shocked when he saw this, and he swallowed his saliva and immediately began to reflect on what naughty things he had done along the way.

Chen Pingan took off the sword-raising gourd from his waist, took a sip of wine, and calmed down his complicated mood a little before he spoke.

"It has something to do with you, do you want to hear it?"

Pei Qian's little face wrinkled, showing bitterness. Seeing that the master was so solemn, she was afraid that it would be nothing more than a few chestnuts, so she immediately regretted asking.

"Can I stop listening? When I grow up and can remember some things, Master, it won't be too late for you to tell me!"

Chen Pingan didn't know Pei Qian's little thoughts, so he reached out and touched her head and comforted her.

"You didn't do anything wrong, you won't get your ears pinched by chestnuts, it's just my inner thoughts!"

Hearing this, Pei Qian felt no burden in his heart. He straightened his posture, held the bamboo sword around his waist, pretended to be an adult and said.

"Master, please speak, I am all ears!"

"If one day your swordsmanship and swordsmanship are better than those of the master, and then you encounter something and the master says it is right but you think it is wrong, what will you do?"

Chen Ping'an, with his back straight and straight, sat upright with a serious look on his face, staring at the charcoal-like little girl with stern eyes, and asked sternly.

"Listen to Master. If Master says it is right, it is right. If Master says it is wrong, it is wrong!"

Hearing this, Chen Pingan remained silent. Countless chaotic thoughts emerged in his heart. He was in a state of confusion and didn't know how to respond.

Pei Qian looked at Chen Ping'an and didn't bother him. He was wandering thousands of miles away, thinking wildly and didn't care.

After a while, the charcoal-like little girl came back to her senses, her eyes lit up, she looked at Chen Pingan, and asked with a smile.

"Master, you said if I were more powerful than you, how powerful would I be?"

Hearing this, Chen Pingan came to his senses slightly, thought for a moment, and said casually.

"Probably has the strength of Du Mao, the ancestor of Tongye Sect, and the cultivation level of Ascension Realm!"

A bright smile appeared on Pei Qian's face. She had seen Du Mao's strength before. Neither Master nor Zheng Dafeng was far from his opponent, but he was very impressive.

However, then his black charcoal face wrinkled again, and Pei Qian thought of Du Mao being killed by Chen Ping'an's sword from behind, and said in frustration.

"Du Mao doesn't seem to be that powerful. He was killed by the sword you carried on your back, Master!"

"Master, do you think I can be as powerful as the owner of the sword behind you?"

Hearing this, Chen Pingan shook his head, reached out and touched the little girl's head, and said hesitantly.

"I'm afraid it's going to be difficult. You're a little too ambitious!"

Chen Ping'an saw the dissatisfied expression on the little Heitan girl's face, smiled, and continued.

"The master of the sword behind me is extremely talented, extraordinary, and can be said to be all-powerful. He has immeasurable magical powers. He is the only one in the past ten thousand years!"

Chen Pingan waved his hand, interrupted Pei Qian's words, and said again.

"Let's go back to the problem just now. If your cultivation surpasses Master, and we have completely different views on one thing and we have a dispute, you should not just listen to Master!"

"No one is a sage, how can he have no faults?! Besides, not everything the sages say is right, let alone the master?"

"If such a day comes, I hope that our master and disciple can sit down like today, distinguish right from wrong, and say what is right and wrong. I will not pressure you as a master, and you can't rely on your high cultivation level to just punch you casually. If you beat the master to death, you will do whatever you want and do whatever you want without being reasonable."

Pei Qian was just a ten-year-old child. She didn't actually understand what Chen Pingan said, nor could she appreciate the good intentions in it. But she felt sad for some reason, especially when she heard the sentence of casually punching the master to death. Tears instantly filled my eyes.

The little girl turned around secretly, not wanting to continue discussing this issue with Chen Pingan, she secretly wiped her tears and said in tears.

"Master is not wrong, and I will not kill Master with one punch!"

Chen Pingan held the sword gourd tightly and lowered his head to take a sip of wine again. Pei Qian was still too young. It was too heavy to discuss these issues with her. He didn't even understand things, so why bother the little girl.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore!"

Pei Qian wiped his tears, then turned back and said aggrievedly.

"Master, why did you hum the folk song from your hometown last time without any words? Hum it again, I want to hear it."

Chen Pingan put down the sword gourd, smiled, touched the little girl's head, and said.

"That's what my friend taught me. There are no fixed words. I just make them up at will. I can use them to tease and curse people, or to relax with wine."

After saying that, under the little girl's expectant gaze, Chen Pingan hummed softly, pointed at Pei Qian, and joked.

"Staff, I read some books, learned a lot of words, and accumulated a lot of knowledge, but I can't sell it for a few pennies."

Pei Qian was so happy when he heard his master singing about himself that he blurted out the song.

“Stinky tofu is delicious, but it’s too expensive to buy!”

"There are ghosts and demons in the mountains, and water ghosts in the lakes and rivers. I turned my head in fear and realized that I had been away from home for many years."

The smile on Chen Pingan's face became more and more warm and bright. There were so many worries. It was right to prepare for a rainy day, but we should not be frightened by the future. Who could say for sure what would happen in the future.

"I'm eating stinky tofu, it's so delicious!"

The little black girl didn't know the sorrows of the world. She could only be sad for a short while, and then she immediately sang happily.

"Which little girl has the fragrance of orchids on her body, why is she crying? Do you think she is pitiful?"

Chen Pingan picked up the sword-raising gourd again, took a sip of wine, and his brows relaxed. He no longer had any worries. Worry about tomorrow, worry about tomorrow. Drink today, drink today. Why think so much?

"It's so pitiful that I can't eat stinky tofu!"

Pei Qian nodded repeatedly, with crystal saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, and sang again.

Not far away, Zhu Lian put down the immortal book in his hand, no longer immersed in the plot of the battle between men and women, closed his eyes and listened, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and his heart was extremely peaceful.

Lu Baixiang, Wei Xian also put down the black and white chess pieces in his hands, without the murderous aura just now, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he smiled and listened.

Sui lay back on the right side, his jade feet soaked in the water, swaying slightly, his body and mind were comfortable, the cold color between his eyebrows and eyes dissipated, and became particularly soft.