Chapter 393： Sword Valley

The cow herding boy in the mountain village sat cross-legged on the back of the buffalo, with freshly cut grass in the back basket, laughing as softly as a bell all the way. Liu San, a farmer who went to the field, cleaned the mud from his feet briefly in the creek beside the field, then picked up his **** and stepped barefoot on the dirt road. His dark face and eyes were so deep that they were numb. Wisps of cooking smoke rose in the distance, and a simple and honest smile appeared on his face. He tightened the hemp belt around his waist, this stomach is a ghost that urges his life, he can't stand hunger, he thought to himself.

Day by day, year by year, he didn't have much ambition, he just wanted to fill his stomach, support his wife and children, and just survive, he had done his best. He went to town to go to the market every month. When he passed those restaurants, he smelled the fragrance from inside. He dared not go in because he had no money. Chasing people away angrily, he can only walk slowly, it would be nice if he could smell more!

And in a place he didn't know, in the boundless sky, a flying boat wrapped in blue aura was flying past the clouds above their heads.

Zhang Shiping was very bored and taught the child Zhang Tianwu for a few days, and then seeing that the time was almost up, he drove the Qingling ancient boat and led the eight Zhang family's monks who had perfected their qi refining and flew towards the Wang family's Sword Valley.

He drove the spirit boat to control the blue rainbow, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and passed through scattered small villages and towns. For him, he would naturally not notice whether there are scholars sleeping on the banks of the willows in the town, or whether there are girls painting peonies on the building, or noticing that Liu San, who just came home with a hoe, even passing by They are not counted, but a dispensable background. They have their lives, but it has nothing to do with Zhang Shiping.

Ordinary people have experienced birth, old age, sickness and death for only a few decades, and those who can live to a hundred years old can be regarded as centenarians. Three to five hundred years of luck in the dynasty, the country was first established, people's minds were settled, and it was a scene of great governance and events, but everything has its own prosperity and failure, a beginning and an end, and its own definite number of rise and fall.

Zhang Shiping stood upright at the bow of the ancient Qingling boat, watched a small black spot appear from afar, and poured mana into the flying boat. The speed of the ancient Qingling boat suddenly increased by three points. Not long after, a dangerous Shi Feng appeared not far from Zhang Shiping.

On the stone wall of the stone peak, there are old pine trees with scattered roots, which can be counted at a glance. The mountain peak is as steep as a sword, straight into the sky, and a majestic aura rises into the sky. Several hair buns are tied with wooden hairpins. The monk in a green shirt and a white shirt stands no more than three points off the cliff, holding a green sword in his hand. The long sword is waving with the pace of the movement, as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a swimming dragon.

In Zhang Shiping's spiritual consciousness, he even faintly heard the sound of the sword's cry.

However, Zhang Shiping did not drive the Qingling ancient boat and landed on the top of the mountain, but circled half a circle and landed in the valley.

"Zhang Daoyou, you're here." Just as Zhang Shiping got off the Qingling ancient boat, a middle-aged man in a green shirt shouted at Zhang Shiping, and then strode towards Zhang Shiping. Come over, "Come here, while there is still some time, how about you and I find a place where we can learn from each other?"

"Zhang Dao is friendly!" Behind the sword lunatic Wang Daoxiu, a woman dressed as a young woman, with apricot lips slightly parted, greeted Zhang Shiping, with a smile on her face, standing behind Wang Daoxiu.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, you'd better pick up other fellow daoists here first. There's plenty of time for the sparring, so why be in a hurry. There must be fellow daoists coming to the Cangbing Valley. I'd better go and have a look." Zhang Shiping had already Knowing that this fellow Daoist Wang would definitely say this, before landing the flying boat, he had already thought of several excuses in his mind.

As for the glamorous woman behind Wang Daoxiu, she is the newly married wife of this friend Wang Dao. This woman is not one of those cauldron concubines, but a housewife who has truly entered the royal family tree. The so-called husband and wife are one, sharing honor and disgrace. Therefore, although this woman is only a monk who established the foundation, the etiquette she gave to Zhang Shiping , It is the etiquette among peers, not the etiquette of seniors and juniors in the world of cultivating immortals.

After answering Wang Daoxiu's words, Zhang Shiping nodded to the woman.

After Wang Daoxiu heard Zhang Shiping's words, his face frowned, and he shouted: "Be careful."

As soon as the words fell, three long swords appeared in front of the sword lunatic, and the sword glow hesitated. The three long swords stopped for a breath or two in front of the sword lunatic, and then disappeared from the naked eye. There were bursts of clanging sounds of metal clashing in the air, and the lingering sound was endless.

I saw Zhang Shiping, who was standing with his hands behind his back, stretched out his hands, with colorful colors faintly appearing in his hands, and a black light flashed faintly.

Zhang Shiping flicked his finger lightly in the void in front of him, and with a sound of "clang", a Qingfeng long sword turned a few feet away, and the blade of the sword buzzed, "Fellow Daoist Wang, you can stop. "

"Daoxiu, don't delay Zhang Daoyou to go to the Cangbing Pavilion." Looking at the three long swords that Wang Daoxiu sacrificed, they were all blocked by Zhang Shiping's four green frost swordsOne of them managed to break through She touched the sword net set by Zhang Shiping, but was bounced back by Zhang Shiping with her bare hands. She knew that her husband's temper would definitely not let him lose face, so she stopped first, so she took a small step forward, and said to Wang Daoxiu first. one sentence,

Then he said to Zhang Shiping: "There are already many fellow daoists in the Cangbing Pavilion, fellow daoist Zhang, let's go with Xiaodie. I will naturally arrange for the people brought by fellow daoist, fellow daoist Take it easy."

The woman made a simple gesture, and on the right side behind her, a young girl in a blue, white and red dress walked towards Zhang Shiping, and when she was about ten feet away, Yingying cast a blessing on Zhang Shiping, and her voice sounded Crisp as a spring of blue stone, "Xiaodie has met Senior Zhang, please follow me to the Cangbing Pavilion."

"Fellow Daoist Wang, then I'll go first." Zhang Shiping didn't know when the four blue frost long swords appeared in front of him. The sword turned into a blue light and was swallowed by Zhang Shiping.

Wang Daoyou glanced at Zhang Shiping, and said impatiently: "Go, go, the beating is not pleasant, and you are coy, go quickly, so as not to be an eyesore!"

Zhang Shiping was not angry, he smiled lightly, and casually said something to the eight people behind him, telling them to rest in the Sword Valley for the next few days to cultivate with peace of mind. Under the guidance of the maidservant Xiaodie, he walked past Wang Daoxiu and gradually moved away until his figure disappeared into the valley.

This woman sent someone to take the eight monks from the Zhang family who had perfected their qi training to a small yard for welcoming guests, and lived there temporarily.