Sword of Coming

Zhu Lian followed Xiao Luan, "Madam, I read in a miscellaneous book that once the dragons and river spirits in the world are in love, there will be rain and dew falling on the human world. Is it true or false?"

Mrs. Xiao Luan was so ashamed and angry that she hated the man behind the scenes. She even wanted to throw the bad old man next to her into the water of Baihu River, peel off his soul, twist it into wicks, hang up lanterns, and shine in the water house!

Zhu Lian was still thinking about himself and said: "It is really a great joy in life to be able to travel to Ziyang Mansion with Mrs. Xiao Luan at night. I am not afraid of Mrs. jokes if I tell you. Xiao Zhu, I like to write travel notes in my life, recording strange people and strange things in thousands of mountains and rivers. , I have always wanted to publish a travelogue one day in the future. I feel that I am lucky enough to have a night trip with my wife tonight. I must describe it in the travelogue in a vivid way. After the book is published, I will personally bring the book to my door and give a copy to my wife!"

Xiao Luan was so angry that her teeth were itching, her breathing was unsteady, and her chest was heaving. The outfit she was wearing tonight that she felt was too much was the one who had forced her to put it on.

Zhu Lian glanced at the magnificent scene that seemed so close to heaven and earth, quickly turned his head, looked at the Tieguan River, and said loudly: "What a beautiful scenery!"

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Zhu Lian had already returned to his residence on the second floor.

In the room on the other side of the treasure building, Chen Ping'an was completely sleepless. He simply lit a lamp and started to read books. After reading for a while, he said with lingering fear: "What does a knight-errant romance novel say, the hero is saddened by the powder formation? This Jiang Shen Empress is too... ungrateful! Xue Mangtang helped you out of kindness, how could you harm me like this! I only heard that the Ren Xia person did not have an overnight feud and settled it that night , How about you repay the favor like this? Damn it, if you weren't worried about giving Zhu Lian the wrong idea that there is no three hundred taels of silver in this place, a slap in the face would be considered light... If even the slightest bit of news about this gets out, I won't be stained on my crotch. It’s full of yellow mud, isn’t it all shit?”

Chen Pingan wiped the sweat from his forehead and babbled, cursing the Baihu River Water Goddess.

In the end, Chen Ping'an had no choice but to find an excuse to comfort himself, "The time spent in the Ouhua Blessed Land was not in vain. If it had been the time before, I might have stupidly opened the door for her and entered the house."

Gradually calming down, Chen Pingan began to read books attentively. It was a Buddhist scripture. At that time, he borrowed six books from the library of Shanya Academy, including Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and Mohism. Lord Mao Shan said there was no need to rush to return it. At that time, Chen Ping'an thought he had read it thoroughly, so he just asked someone to send it back to the academy.

Chen Pingan suddenly closed the book, walked out of the house, and came to the corridor railing.

When things go wrong, there must be monsters.

The rain outside the building has stopped, and the night is falling.

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand to hold down the railing and walked slowly. The raindrops in his hands were broken and united, making it slightly cool.

Chen Pingan spread his palms and looked down.

He jumped on the railing and walked slowly, looking into the distance. He saw the Tiequan River outside Ziyang Mansion and the green mountains beyond the river.

Currently, I am on the high-rise building of the Treasure Pavilion of Huang Tingguo, Ziyang Mansion, and Ziqi Palace, on the railing under the eaves.

Thoughts drift away.

Chen Ping'an recalled his previous trip to Qingluan Kingdom, where he listened to local drinkers in a restaurant talking about the debate between Buddhism and Taoism, because there was a story about a monk holding an umbrella outside and hiding from the rain under the eaves of a Confucian scholar.

If it rains while you are on your way, you will naturally look for shelter under the eaves.

I also remember that Lu Tai once lamented in the courtyard of Feiyingbao that most of the regrets in the world are "cannot keep". The deepest words from the bottom of my heart are nothing more than a slow introduction to all kinds of scenery and all kinds of people.

Lu Tai also said that it is difficult for us to truly empathize with the many sufferings in the world. Therefore, when suffering strikes and specifically falls on one person, everyone will be caught off guard.

Wait a minute.

slow.

The old Taoist who is the master of the Taoist temple is observing the Tao in the various forms of sentient beings in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land. The unknown old Taoist whose Taoist teachings are all over the sky can obviously control the long river of time in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, whether it is fast, slow or stagnant. Not forward.

But the torrent of time in the four worlds, let alone controlling it, just wants to stop it. It is said that even the Taoist ancestors can't do it. Therefore, the sage master once observed the water and had enlightenment. He passed away like a man, not giving up day and night.

Cui Dongshan said that all the fairy palaces and human cities in the world have mysteries. In addition, wars and the knowledge of hundreds of schools of thought all involve the speed of the passage of time. The saints hope to find another way and seek a slower pace.

Why do the saints of the three religions who have already stood so high and seen so far have to slow down?

What are they looking at in the eyes of these three saints who created the world, including the Holy Master, Buddha and Taoism? So that there must be three worlds in the world, "wait a minute"?

The first time he traveled to Huangting Kingdom with Cui Dongshan, once on the mountain top, Cui Dongshan accompanied him to practice boxing. He once said with a smile that when the wheel of history moves forward, it will inevitably crush many flowers and plants.

These are not the heartless words of an emperor, but the compassionate words of a Chinese scholar. The scholar hopes that all those in power who saw these words, or the big shots who were sitting on that carriage at that time, can bow their heads. Take a look at those pulpy flowers and plants.

The world is slowly getting better, do you need to worry? As long as it's getting better and the direction is right, it doesn't matter how slow it is. Of course, there's no need to worry.

If the world is getting worse, for example, if the wheel of history rolls past with great force, crushing countless flowers and plants along the way, even if someone wants to lower their head and take a look, they may not be able to see clearly.

How about making up for it?

That's why you have to go slower?

Because if you go slowly, even if you are on the wrong path, does it mean you have the opportunity to make corrections? Or could there be less suffering in the world?

Chen Pingan walked slowly on the railing again and again, turning his head when he reached the end, repeating back and forth, walking on the left and right ends of the railing again and again.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an didn't know that deep in a person's heart he was unaware of, every profound thought, they were like seeds in the heart, they would sprout, many of them might die halfway, but some of them would be born somewhere. The sky blossoms and bears fruit.

Chen Ping'an would not have known that he chewed and recited the words carefully carved on the bamboo slips with a carving knife, and even asked Pei Qian to show his heartfelt approval and respect in the sunny weather. Bamboo slips with beautiful words.

Regardless of whether the words are good or bad, the principles are right or wrong, these are the seeds sown in his heart.

Chen Ping'an is not an isolated case. In fact, it happens to everyone in the world, but he may not use the method of carving bamboo slips to embody it. A certain complaint from his parents or a certain teaching from Mr. Confucius can be read over and over again. The sentences in the book that I read again, the old sayings and truths that I heard many times and finally enlightened one day, the green mountains and green waters that I saw, the beloved women that I missed, and the friends that got separated are all the things in everyone's heart. Seeds, waiting to bloom.

Chen Ping'an still didn't know, he just used it as a railing for a relaxing walk.

In the small world of the human body, in the water palace with the water mark, the children in green stopped what they were busy doing and held their breaths one by one.

And outside the mansion with the golden gallbladder, there is the sleeping dragon of true energy. Inside the mansion, there is a little man in a golden Confucian shirt with a long sword on his back and several small golden books hanging on his waist. The golden light on his body becomes more and more condensed and shining. Shining like a god molding a golden body.

It's just that the little man in Confucian robes has golden light flowing all over his body, and little bits of golden light are constantly flowing out, obviously not stable.

It was full of anticipation, looking forward to the moment when Chen Pingan stopped on the railing.

Chen Pingan was still walking slowly.

This time after leaving Cliff Academy, Chen Pingan asked Zhu Lian and Shi Rou a question on the way.

If you kill a good person who does no fault, you can save ten people, save it or not. The two shook their heads. When Chen Pingan's number of rescues increased one by one, and the number of rescues turned from saving ten people to saving thousands and tens of thousands, Shi Rou began to hesitate.

Only Zhu Lian said frankly that even if he could save the entire world, he would not kill that person.

Chen Pingan asked why.

Zhu Lian smiled and gave the answer: I was worried that I was the one who was killed.

Zhu Lian turned around and asked Chen Ping'an for his answer.

Chen Ping'an said that he couldn't give an answer. Only when he really got to that point could he know his true intentions and choices.

In the Qi Mansion, the little man in golden Confucian shirt was a little anxious. Several times he wanted to rush out of the mansion gate and run out of the small world of the human body to reward Chen Ping'an with a few big chestnuts. You thought differently, thinking that these things are destined to be gone for the time being. What's the big problem? Don't neglect your duties, and don't let a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity pass you by! The general direction you were thinking about before is the right one! Quickly think further and deeper about that crucial word "slow", that word that has been ignored by the secular world! As long as you think clearly and have a clear understanding, this is your chance to reach the upper five realms in the future!

But these inside stories, if it were told directly to Chen Pingan, it would put Chen Pingan in an extremely bad mood.

Chen Pingan finally stopped on the railing.

The little men in golden Confucian shirts and the boys in green clothes in the two mansions were full of expectations.

Then the boys in green looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.

It turned out that Chen Ping'an, after standing still, his pure thoughts at that moment actually began to miss a girl, and his thoughts were particularly ungentlemanly. He actually thought about meeting her again at the Sword Qi Great Wall next time, and he couldn't just hold her back. Holding hands, you need to be more courageous. If Miss Ning doesn't want to, the worst possible outcome is to be beaten and scolded. I believe the two of them will still be together, but if Miss Ning is actually willing, wait for him Chen Ping'an What about taking the initiative? You are a big old man, you don’t have any courage, you are coy, don’t you think so?

Chen Ping'an jumped off the railing and felt sleepy. When he walked towards the house, he used his fists to encourage himself, "It's outrageous, it must be outrageous! Besides, it's not like you haven't hugged Miss Ning on the other side of Hanging Mountain. It’s just that I was confused because of that visit. I can’t remember any feeling. How can this be done? Kiss me... Chen Ping’an is looking for death? You can’t think about this. This is a bit fast. Why don’t you think about it so slowly? Is that right? Miss Yu Ning, it’s better to simmer slowly and slowly...it’s so damn good..."

The children in green were all laughing and rolling on the ground.

It's not that all of Chen Pingan's thoughts can be known by them, with the exception of tonight, because what Chen Pingan thinks is too deeply involved in his state of mind, and has already touched the roots. What he thinks is so big that his soul is so powerful that it almost covers the entire small world of the human body. .

The little man in a Confucian shirt, clad in a rich golden light that almost formed a golden core in his heart, fell backwards and couldn't help cursing: "Chen Pingan, you uncle!"

After scolding, it laughed instead.

Although tonight's "flowering and fruiting" is not perfect and far from flawless, it has actually been of great benefit to Chen Ping'an and to him.

For example, the prototype of the golden elixir in the heart of the little man in the golden Confucian shirt was Mao Xiaodong's greatest expectation for Chen Ping'an to refine Shen Wen's golden elixir.

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