Chapter 238： Spring breeze

(Although this month, because of a cold, I have been on leave for five days, but the update of the 120,000 words this month is still completed as scheduled.)

Liu Chicheng's pink robe in the breeze, slowly floating and swaying, the white Emperor City giants before the millennium, a little bit stern.

This is not reasonable.

Because Chen Ping’s side is surrounded by a spring breeze, it is a pair of sorrowful white sorrowers, imaginary, with a smile.

Liu Chicheng is observing its weather, but it is just a few oil lamps that are almost dry. But beyond the weather, there is another point that can’t tell the unclear taste. It’s probably a trainer who is under the five-level environment. To ponder the joints, but temporarily attached to the body of Liu Chicheng, at the time of his cultivation, he is a real 12-day immortal world. Before he has rebelled against the Taoist Taoism, he was in the Yellow River. Under the pouring of water, the Baidi City between the gorgeous clouds and clouds, just happened to see too many talented people standing on the top of the mountains. Instead, they suddenly clenched their hands and did not dare to act rashly.

The more I can't see the depth and the truth, Liu Zhicheng is afraid to despise.

Qi Jingchun first showed Chen Pingxin to rest assured that he stood shoulder to shoulder with the young man and introduced himself to Liu Chicheng. "Qi Jingchun, a disciple of Wenshengmen, was once a mountain monk."

"Liu Chicheng" is a bit stunned.

The guy’s shelf in front of him is not big, gentle and elegant, just Wen Sheng? Qi Jingchun? Cliff College? What is messy, is it the two Confucian mentoring saints that emerged in the millennium that was defeated by Zhang Tianshi of Longhushan? It’s just that the word “wensheng” is not simple. The name of a person is suffixed with the holy word. For example, Li Sheng, Ya Sheng, all of them are qualified to erect the statue in the Confucian temple, and the position of the statue is bound to be extremely Back to front.

To blame, Liu Chicheng, a half-lover, is too shallow, and he is not interested in the situation. He is never interested in the situation in a continent. He thinks about relying on the poor ink in his stomach to deceive women’s feelings. Of course, he also has his own responsibility. He feels that Dongbao Pingzhou is such a barbaric land. Even if the millennium is accumulated, the top five monks must be few and far between, and they don’t have to worry about it.

Qi Jingchun waved his sleeves, and the banned by Liu Chicheng dissipated.

The gentleman treats people with sincerity.

In this way, the big man and the young Taoist priests soon discovered the strangeness here, and all of them looked at each other. The guy wearing a pink robe was a poor scholar Liu Chicheng? Why is there such a strange and eccentric taste? The Qing dynasty who was on the ages is sacred.

Liu Chicheng squinted.

Even in an instant, he broke his own eye-blocking method. Although he only has half of the jade-like cultivation, the white-powered city’s magical teachings have passed down the hardships, even if it’s a real jade, The method is so easy to break the prohibition.

Zhang Shanfeng is about to get up and go to Chen Pingan, but Xu Yuanxia grabbed his arm and whispered, "We continue to talk about us. The things over there must not be mixed. The best thing is to be ignorant, indecent. Don't listen."

Then the big man saw the blue sorceress look at them and smiled and nodded.

Xu Yuanxia quickly hugged his fists.

Qi Jingchun smiled and asked: "Predecessors are the glazed cabinet owners of Baidi City?"

Liu Chicheng nodded and tasted: "How, I heard about my big name? Is it notorious, and it is already a reputation in the middle of the earth?"

Qi Jingchun shook his head and said: "I used to travel to the Yellow River and met with the Baidi City Lord on the riverside. I talked about my predecessors."

Liu Chicheng suddenly screamed and shouted: "Let your fart! How can my masters go out to see people in the city?! The temper of my master, even those old gods in the temple, admire the name, visit the door, the master is In history, I have never taken the initiative to greet the city. At most, it is just a face between the city and the clouds. It has already sold your Confucian face. Are you two people on the banks of the river? Good boy, bragging There should also be a bottom line!"

Qi Jingchun said with a smile: "The city owner also invited me to talk about the three games. It was only when I had something to do. I had to return to the school immediately. I owe it first. I didn't want to be there after that, I would never have the chance to return to Baidi. The city is really helpless."

Liu Chicheng raised his hands and rubbed his cheeks with a sigh of relief. Although he broke with the master, there was no more fragrant fire. But deep inside, he always respected the white Emperor, he was very kind. Pure admiration and worship, so he is hesitant to take a decisive shot, a slap in the face of this guy to retain the last bit of the soul.

Since the glazed cabinet owner is not willing to believe, Qi Jingchun will not say anything more.

For this re-emerging Baidi City demon, Qi Jingchun feels really good, this person's first heart murder, is the combing country swordsman to the young fox fairy indiscriminately, killing the killer. The scholars who are full of morality and morality are not lacking in the appearance of a hypocrite, and the people in the magical way are actually not lacking in the big winds. Qi Jingchun followed the left brother several times in the past, and traveled to the mountains and rivers together. It is obvious that it will not be black. White.

What's more, Baidi City's murder of the glass before the millennium, Qi Jingchun was affirmed to the big demon in front of him.

Qi Jingchun patted Chen Ping’s shoulder and smiled at Liu Chicheng: “Chen Ping’s appointment to you is definitely not good. But if you practice the sword, if the seniors are willing to teach, Chen Ping is willing to learn. I am happy to see Qi Jingchun.”

Liu Chicheng stretched out a finger and swayed gently. "What situation do you have now, a few of you know what I know, and the soul that has been condensed by the spring breeze, even if you were a Confucian saint in Shangwu, you can When you are different, do you think you have the ability to bargain with me?"

Qi Jingchun looked at the big demon wearing a pink robe. When he saw it, he saw Liu Chicheng’s murderous appearance, and he was ready to move.

The demon people's heart is easy to shake, and many choices are more inclined to obey the violent nature of congenital birth. This has many miserable worlds.

There are many reasons for the suppression of the world’s big demon, and there is no reason for it. Someone has suggested that “non-family, its heart must be different”, and “the devil is strange, born and stole, and likes to win everything, only people have been educated. I am willing to go to justice with generosity." These opinions are hard to listen to outside the human race. In fact, during the courtesy of the world, there are many suggestions from the sages of the school, and they simply encircle all the big demons in the five kingdoms. Detained in jail, forever suffering. It was only that the final ceremony was not accepted.

Qi Jingchun has some emotions.

In the final analysis, the truth of the world's demon objects falls on a "living" character, and it is the tireless pursuit of living to become a strong, unrestrained, and lawless.

The truth of the world is in the word "rules". Within the rules, Ze is born.

Qi Jingchun held out a hand and smiled: "If you don't care, just want to force people, then I will take you to the half way."

The coffin sword behind Chen Pingan, the long sword that was named "Demon" by his private, such as the long dry and sunny, whistling, one inch inch slowly squirting, angry and bullfight!

Liu Chicheng’s pink robe is full of suffocation, and his eyes are full of suffocating sighs. He is full of majestic and demon. He smiles and asks: “You are sure to have the opportunity to hold the **** that is dedicated to the demon. Soldier? If I don’t beat your soul, you are not afraid that I will shoot Chen Ping’s meat into a mud?”

Qi Jingchun looks as usual, like telling the truth of the most natural meaning. "If I am quiet and still alive, no one can bully the younger brother a little bit."

Liu Chicheng laughed happily: "I still don't believe this evil!"

Liu Chicheng's pupils shrank.

He was covered in a pale golden light ball.

But above the top of the head, there was a loophole first, just like a small hole in the Yellow River, and the man was cut out of the big hole by a sword. As a glimpse, the Baidicheng’s Golden Lights, which was sheltered by Liu Chicheng, was first exposed. A little flaw, Liu Chicheng's line of sight reveals a black spot that is as small as a mustard, then a tiny black line, and finally smashes the golden light.

The tip of the sword points directly to Liu Chicheng's eyebrows, but the distance is not too much.

Liu Chicheng does not move.

Instead of losing the first mover, he has no power to fight. On the contrary, Baidi City has always been known for its confession and supernatural powers. It is only the robes of this beautiful and half-sage, which allows him to stand. Do not move, force the sword.

But the blue-shirted Confucian with a single-handed sword, the long sword in his hand, is not the long sword that was cast, but the simple wooden sword.

So Liu Chicheng chose to take a step back and let things go.

Because the guy named Qi Jingchun, this is not too aggressive.

Belong to each step of concession.

Qi Jingchun slowly put away the wooden sword and put it back to the sword behind Chen Ping. He smiled and said: "If this sword is shot by Aliang or left brother, it is another scene."

Liu Chicheng asked: "Was the master really see you in the city? Also actively invited to play three games?"

Qi Jingchun nodded.

In fact, it is neither proud nor arrogant.

Moreover, Qi Jingchun never put these experiences in his heart.

This is still smug with the young Cui Wei. He once played chess with the Baidi City Master in the 10th game between the clouds. The two people are different in heart and mind.

Liu Chicheng sighed and looked stunned.

It is as if there is a glass enamel in the heart, which is broken and broken, both lost and relieved.

In his mind, no matter how resentful the resentful master's ruthless ruthlessness, but the man whose eyes are higher than the top, after all, is the invincible existence, the glazed and unconventional figure, and should not be made for whom.

Liu Chicheng is somewhat disheartened. "Since Chen Ping can't do the mentoring, he doesn't teach him swordsmanship. My Tao is not so cheap. The surname is Qi, since you are so big, you are taught. ”

He seemed to be a little angry, turned straight and strode to the gate of the ancient temple.

Qi Jingchun suddenly said: "For the time being, I have a gift."

Liu Chicheng turned around and was puzzled.

Suddenly in his heart lake, there are strange and colorful bursts of hustle and bustle.

Then, Liu Chicheng’s face showed horror and ecstasy. After the mixed feelings, he whispered softly: “A good Qi Jingchun, you, such a person, in any world, is a must-have mountain fairy, how can it fall to this?”

Qi Jingchun smiled and asked: "Where is it to fall?"

Liu Chicheng gave a slight glimpse, and the heart was sincere and convinced: "I am not as good as myself. This time, even if I owe Chen a peaceful person. After I have re-named me in the Middle-earth Shenzhou, I can let Chen Ping go to Baidi City to find me."

Before Liu Chicheng left the ancient temple, he swung the big sleeves and grabbed the young fox who was hiding in the dark. He left the ancient temple together.

The young fox fairy had previously changed a new clothes. The face was painted with two or two rouge, red and green, funny, probably this is the pink lady she mistakenly thought?

In her arms, she also has a most loved cheats that she has collected all the year round. She has a poorly printed and typo-like article called "Gui Zi Mei Ren". She has written a story about love between men and women, and by the way, some of the good and beautiful etiquettes of everyone, such as people. When you first see a handsome scholar, you must first shy and bow your head, then sneak up and peek, and then blush once, the knowledge inside can be big, so that she can benefit a lot, some ending sad stories She will also see tears once.

Liu Chicheng forced her to take her away. She was scared. But when she saw a handsome boy outside the ancient temple, he handcuffed the wicker, and his eyebrows had a red seal. She jumped up and felt that God was not treating herself. Thin, this is a reward for the love of Langjun at first sight.

Liu Chicheng took the apprentice and the fox charm, went down the mountain, and did not know where to go.

Qi Jingchun looked around and took Chen Ping’s departure from the ancient temple. In the open space outside the gate, he used the moonlight to look at the distant night view of the mountains.

Qi Jingchun whispered: "There are three souls and seven scorpions, the three souls are the light of the tires, the cool spirit, the singularity. After I die, I will be a soul-stricken, most of them are returned to this side, the disciple Li Baobo Li Wei These children gave them a word, and in the vicinity of you, Zhao Wei and Song’s salary, they all left a sneak peek at the remaining three souls. My identity is actually not complete. Qi Jingchun is only a guardian who escorts you for a long journey. The road to the choice of Song salary is farther and farther away from Confucian orthodoxy. The world is so different, and each has its own way, and cannot be forced."

"Zhao Wei was blocked by Cui Wei at that time. Due to the situation, he had to hand over the "Welcome to the Spring" seal. This is what I have already calculated, so I told Zhao Wei beforehand that he should not be stuck with one side. After the seal, the survival of the seal, but after that, Zhao Wei went to the other side of the continent, another opportunity, his mood is still a little leaked, and later said that you should not ask your nominal little teacher and uncle, help him once."

Chen Ping’s words are stopped.

Qi Jingchun smiled and said: "You said that you did not agree with my husband's request, so it is not my little teacher? It doesn't matter, you don't recognize the old man as a gentleman, I still recognize you as a younger brother."

Chen Ping scratched his head and nodded: "Good!"

Qi Jingchun patted Chen Ping’s shoulder. "Is this road going, tired?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "There is a lot of wonderful things. In addition to practicing boxing, I will meet the waters of mountains and meet new friends like Xu Daxia and Zhang Shanfeng, and I have seen many wonderful charms and are not tired."

It seems that I am afraid that Mr. Qi does not believe that Chen Pinghe laughed: "I am really not tired!"

Qi Jingchun sighed.

He knows that this is just that the teenager feels that he is not tired. How can he be bumpy and bumpy all the time? Day after day, the boring and punching, the thin shoulders are the ones that are more than others’ expectations and the hardships of the world. They need to guard against the sinisterness of the people everywhere. The people and things they face are all inexplicable. Tired is a strange thing.

However, the teenager shoulders the burden and thinks about letting others worry.

After learning that Mr. Qi was not aware of everything, Chen Pingan talked with him about the magical mountain crossing. The Huangyunguo Inn’s line of flowing water lanes said that Shen Wen of the Rouge County Hall was warm, and Mr. Jing’s admiration also said The pair of mountains watermarks, said that Zhidunshan moved to the hometown of Weiyun, Wei Wei, said that the temperament of the wedding dress female ghosts, dead bones and ghosts, of course, Chen Pingan said the most, still wear The man who fights, said that when the man talked about Mr. Qi, the smile was bright and the whole face was crowded together, but it seemed to be the most sad time of Aliang. Finally, he smiled and said that he gave a guy who called the second child a punch back to the world, but after the reunion, A Liang also told himself that he did not need to practice the sword, and he practiced the boxing to the extreme, and he was already practicing the sword. So he is not particularly worried about Chen Ping...

Qi Jingchun stood side by side with the endless juvenile, and asked: "Is it really missing Aliang?"

Chen Ping looked up at the sky and muttered: "Aliang will always come back."

Chen Pingan turned to look at Mr. Qi, "Right?"

Qi Jingchun smiled and nodded.

Chen Pingan asked again: "So what about Mr. Qi?"

Qi Jingchun sighed and shook his head: "Send a million miles, there is nothing else. I can only do this in my life."

Chen Pingan lowered his head and looked at his feet silently.

This news, like the original Yangjiapu, although Chen Ping had a premonition, but when he heard Yang Laotou say "not worth", the sadness will still be sad, and not the usual sadness.

Qi Jingchun reached out and put it on the boy's head. "There are remnants of these souls. I said that they are the guardians of the three of you. Finally, all the spring breeze gathers here. In fact, it is not for you to take a place for me to go to Qi Jingchun. I have no regrets."

Qi Jingchun will smile, "You can be sad, but you can drink too."

Chen Pingan took off the sword and gourd at the waist, red eyes and handed it to Qi Jingchun.

Qi Jingchun, who has become more and more sturdy, stretched out and shook his head and smiled. "I will be spared."

Chen Pingan did not drink alcohol himself, don't go back to his waist.

I am afraid that I really became a drunkard.

Qi Jingchun suddenly said: "Chen Ping, I will finally practice a punch with you?"

Chen Pingan wondered: "Six steps to walk?"

Qi Jingchun nodded.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath and slowly moved forward.

Yue Hui Su Jie, the green shirt Confucianism on the side of Chen Pingan, together with the juvenile to punch, is also leisurely.

After Chen Ping walked through a pile of fists, he gently stopped and no longer practiced boxing.

He did not turn his head and looked at it, so he looked at the distance, and Chen Ping’s sleeves no longer linger.

he knows.

Mr. Qi, really gone.