Chen Pingan shook his head and said no. Regarding the long journey, as long as Master Ruan succeeds in forging the sword, he must leave immediately.

The old man continued to seduce Chen Pingan to practice boxing, "Why did I kill Sun Shujian at the peak of the sixth realm when I punched out with the fifth realm? It's because they are in the same realm, but the cloud and mud are different, so even the most difficult realm to cross

As for the murderous martial arts, I can still easily kill Sun Shujian, who is one level above him, because his fighting skills are too loose."

"For example, when it comes to the imperial examination, among the scholars who have entered the palace examination, why is it that some of them are the indescribably noble number one scholar, Tanhua Lang, and the rest are Jinshi, and there are even those pitiful people who were born with the same status as Jinshi? That Jinluan Palace is a realm, but equally

In the realm, there are still three, six, and nine levels."

"Chen Ping'an, you have to know that there is a huge gap between the three realms of martial arts and the four realms. It is no different from the last realm of the lower five realms of a Qi practitioner, and the first realm of the middle five realms. There is a huge dividing line. There is

I don’t know how to help you lay the groundwork. You have suffered so much, and you should know the benefits. If you can break through the four realms in one go, as long as you break the bottleneck, the martial arts road in the next four realms will be smooth sailing. Wouldn’t it be great?

?”

Chen Pingan did not hesitate and shook his head.

Since Old Man Yang said it was not advisable to stay here for a long time and he had to leave the mountain and go south after getting the sword, Chen Ping'an would never delay even a stick of incense.

In fact, deep down in his heart, Chen Ping'an was still a little frightened about practicing boxing above the three realms. He would be deceiving himself if he said he was not afraid.

The old man nodded, "It's a good thing to be able to withstand temptation. Sun Shujian and his like are not bad in talent, but countless people died in the middle because of greed. So today I will make an exception to reward you.

Change the thirty punches to thirty-one punches. Don't worry, no one will die if I keep them. I'll help you consolidate the Three Realms. You don't have to cry with gratitude to me. Who makes you the gentleman of the emperor..."

The old man spoke kindly on the surface, but his words were filled with murderous intent and a deep chill. How could Chen Ping'an not know?

Yesterday, I scolded someone heartily, but as a result, I will suffer retribution today?

As a result, after thirty-one punches, Chen Pingan slept in a big medicine bucket for the first time, and then slept in darkness on the bed all night.

At dawn, Chen Pingan walked out of the house, and Wei Bo and the two little guys were sitting under the eaves.

After seeing Chen Ping'an, Wei Bo sat on the bamboo chair, raised his head, clasped his hands in his fists, and said happily: "Congratulations, congratulations."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists in return and said with a wry smile: "It's hard to say enough."

The girl in pink skirt gave up the bamboo chair to her master. After Chen Pingan lowered his voice, Wei Bo said, "Ruan Qiong will start the furnace in the next two days. I was chatting with Little Snake before and heard that you wanted to buy a sword gourd.

Then I will make my own decision and convert the Dali imperial court's original offer of a betrothal gift from a mountain top into five magic weapons. Instead, I will only accept a gourd. Chen Pingan, if you feel that you are at a loss, you can change it and continue to accept it.

Da Li’s original five magic weapons were.”

The girl in the pink skirt and the boy in Tsing Yi winked together and persuaded Chen Ping'an not to be fooled by the lard and to give up one of the five.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Of course I want the sword gourd."

Wei Bo laughed heartily, waved his sleeve, and in an instant, a small, delicate, vermilion gourd was held in the palm of his hand.

Compared with the small silver gourd hanging from A Liang's waist, it is slightly smaller, has a warm color and simple style, making people fall in love at first sight.

Chen Ping'an's face was filled with surprise. He carefully picked up the vermilion gourd with both hands, widened his eyes, and looked closely at it.

Wei Bo smiled and explained: "This sword-raising gourd can only be considered to be of average quality, not a real fairy, but it is already very rare. After all, it is in Dongbaopingzhou, which is not as good as Juluzhou where sword cultivators are rampant.

, but even if you take it to Ju Luzhou, this little gourd can still make sword cultivators in the middle fifth realm salivate."

Wei Bo pointed at the bottom of the small gourd, "The base is 'ginger pot', which is homophonic to the word "jianghu" that walks in the rivers and lakes. It's quite funny, and it's probably a treasured relic of a certain swordsman named Jiang, so he would be engraved with this name. Hi.

dislike?"

Chen Ping'an smiled so happily that he hurriedly responded: "I like it! How could I not like it! Raise the sword gourd!"

The girl in pink skirt covered her mouth and smiled, while the boy in green clothes rolled his eyes and slapped his forehead.

Well, the key is to know the goods and know that raising sword gourds is extremely valuable. That's why I feel so happy. I really can't change my habit of being obsessed with money.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Can you hold wine?"

Wei Bo nodded and said with a smile: "Of course it's possible. It's no problem to put more than ten kilograms of wine in it. It won't hinder the warming of the flying sword. But remember, you can't warm and nourish the flying sword in the sword gourd, and you don't pay attention to what kind of crossing.

The more the better, otherwise it will delay the process of raising swords. It is best to raise two or three at the same time..."

Speaking of this, Wei Bo laughed at himself: "It would be scary enough to be able to warm up two flying swords at the same time. Let's not talk about the opportunity to obtain the best flying swords. How much financial and material resources are needed."

Chen Pingan silently wrote it down.

Then with two whooshes, Chu Yi, whose real name is "Xiao Fengdu", and the green "Fifteen" that Old Yang exchanged for Chen Pingan, swept out from Chen Pingan's two Qi Mansion, and disappeared in a flash.

Entering the vermilion sword-raising gourd, the two flying swords seemed to be extremely happy, scurrying around in it, constantly hitting the inner wall of the gourd, so that the small gourd shook slightly in Chen Pingan's hand.

Wei Bo's eyes widened and he felt that he was losing face. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything."

The boy in green and Yourong Yan said angrily: "You know that my master has strong financial resources, right?"

Wei Bo didn't care about the little snake and said cheerfully: "I know, I know."

Wei Bo finally smiled and said: "By the way, there is wine in the gourd. As long as you, Chen Ping'an, have the capacity to drink, feel free to drink it."

After Wei Bo left, Chen Pingan sat on the edge of the cliff with a bamboo chair, sipping wine alone.

The girl in the pink skirt wanted to follow, but the boy in green grabbed her arm and shook her head to signal not to join in the fun.

Chen Pingan leaned back comfortably on the chair, with his legs straightened, and his hands holding the small gourd that temporarily served as a wine flask. After a few sips of wine, he felt his cheeks burning, his throat scalding, and his whole body warmed up.

Chen Pingan looked towards the distant south, full of longing.

It seems that the mountains and rivers over there are the rivers and lakes that are homophones for the sword and gourd in the hand.

This is a life Chen Ping'an never imagined.

It's great to be alive and still alive.

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For the orphans in Mud Bottle Lane, after both their parents die, the period between the ages of five and seven is the most difficult.

There are times when you are so hungry that your intestines are knotted, and you are so hungry that you want to dig out the dirt to eat. Whenever you eat, you can hear the smoke from every household near Mubo Alley. Even if you are just walking in the alley, your children can smell it.

The tempting rice smells of coriander and coriander, and the children are wearing clothes left by their parents. They cut them into a size and style that they can wear. They don't throw away any corners, and they accumulate them piece by piece.

The first time a child ate food from someone else's family was after the family's financial resources were depleted and everything the family could sell was sold. The six-year-old child was unable to go to the mountains to collect herbs to earn some copper money in a severe winter, and his livelihood was completely lost.

He didn't want to steal, he was hungry and cold, like a little lonely ghost, walking in the alley, from one end to the other, until the dusk, when the smoke rose, the child didn't even know

How to survive?

In the past, some well-meaning people asked Xiaopingan to come to my house for dinner. The children would always smile and say no, there is still rice at home. Then they would run away quickly.

But that day, the child really had nothing. During the day, he went to Yang's shop first and wanted to get credit from the old man, but the old man didn't want to see him at all.

Then in that dusk, the child felt aggrieved and wondered whether someone would see him or say with a smile, "Xiao Ping An, come in for dinner."

But that day, no one opened the door and the door was closed. There were laughter and curses inside.
Chapter completed!