Chapter 37： Immortal weapon chopping wood, Long Aotian is stupid

When Chen Ping'an passed the street, many people still greeted him.

"Mr. Chen" kept calling.

And the origin of this name, Mr. Chen, has to be mentioned five years ago.

At that time, Chen Pingan had just come to live in this town.

At that time, Chen Ping'an didn't have any skills. If he wanted to survive, he could only find a job.

He doesn't know anything and wants to work hard.

I can't stand it after just two days.

I happen to know that in this world, the emphasis on martial arts is less than literature, which makes literature relatively weak. Not many people study literature, which makes literature a lot behind.

Therefore, Chen Pingan became a teacher by virtue of having a little ink on his chest and reciting poems well.

Opened a small private school, dedicated to teaching children.

So even if Chen Ping'an stopped opening a school, in the eyes of the townspeople, Chen Ping'an is still a teacher.

And he also has a very refined temperament, which just fits this title.

Besides, even though they are a backcountry town, there are still some literate people.

They have heard the poems written by Chen Ping'an, and they are absolutely amazing.

It can be called unprecedented, and no one has come since.

When some scholars saw Chen Ping'an, they had to give a big gift.

Among them, at the end of the town, a young man came out.

The young man was carrying a suitcase with a smile on his face.

And behind him, simple middle-aged men and women sent him out.

This young man was only seventeen or eighteen, and he was quite handsome, with a scholarly temperament.

Guo Zimo was still thinking of saying goodbye to Chen Ping'an when he left Qingyuan Town. After all, for him, his literary enlightenment teacher was Chen Ping'an.

As soon as he went out at this moment, he saw Chen Ping'an, and joy rose in his eyes.

"I've seen Mr.!" Guo Zimo gave a scholar's salute.

Chen Ping'an was very familiar with Guo Zimo, and he used to come to him when he was free or not.

Especially if you have written a poem or have some questions that you don’t understand academically, you will come to me.

"Zimo, where are you going?" Chen Pingan smiled.

Before Guo Zimo could speak, his parents preemptively said, "Mr. Chen, I heard from Guangzhong City that someone from Shushan Immortal Court will come to accept apprentices soon, so Zimo wants to go and try it."

Shushan Xianyuan.

It is one of the top forces in this mortal world.

And this force is different from other forces, it is not a sect, nor a country.

but an academy.

It is still an academy that entered Taoism with Wen!

Chen Pingan smiled and encouraged: "This is a good thing, Zimo has to work hard and strive to become an immortal."

Guo Zimo nodded seriously.

Chen Pingan and Guo Zimo chatted for a while and then left.

Before leaving, he also gave Guo Zimo a poem.

Guo Zimo stood blankly at the moment, looking at Chen Ping'an's elegant and easy-going figure.

In his mouth, he recited the poem Chen Ping'an had just read.

The young and the young leave their hometown and the boss returns,

The local accent has not changed and the hair on the temples has faded.

Children who do not know each other,

Laughing and asking where did the guest come from.

Talk about it.

He only felt that his knowledge had been sublimated.

Endless reverence filled his body.

He looked at Chen Ping'an's disappearing figure and bowed deeply.

"Mr. Chen, if you hadn't insisted that you were just a mortal, I really thought you were exiled from the world!"

Guo Zimo murmured.

Afterwards, he was ready to go, farewell affectionately to his parents who pretended to be firm, with a smile on his mouth, but red eyes and tears.

Go in one direction.

"Father and mother, the child will have a future. Let you live a good life in the future..."

This may be the dream and pursuit of every child away from home.

Even though a lot of people didn't finish it, there were still many people who persisted.

......

Chen Pingan entered the forest.

Look for some dry trees.

The raw wood has to be dried, and the firewood in their house is gone, so they have to chop some dry ones.

After looking for a while, Chen Pingan entered the middle of the forest.

He found a dead tree and started cutting back and forth towards the tree with a golden long sword that was very sharp.

once, twice...

Xianqi was about to cry without tears at the moment.

Since it was born as a spiritual body, it has never done such a suffocating thing.

But in order to have the opportunity to become an artifact, it can only swallow its own tears.

It's not bad.

Nobody saw it.

If anyone sees it, it is afraid that it will slam into the tree and end its suffocating life.

Chen Pingan was not used to it at first.

It is worth mentioning that this sword is really sharp.

Faster than an axe, in just a moment, he chopped down a tree.

"The weapon used by this cultivator is really powerful."

Chen Pingan thought to himself.

It's not a bad thing to think that this sword can't sell spirit stones, and it's good to use it to chop wood in the future.

Just as Chen Pingan was working hard to chop wood,

Not far away, a red-haired old man was walking towards him.

The old man is Long Aotian.

At this moment, Long Aotian is like a mortal, walking slowly, looking at the surrounding environment and finding his former address.

A long time has passed, and the house he used to live in must be gone.

But he only hoped to find a few residual traces.

Prove that he lived here.

While walking, he finally saw a half-stone wall that still existed.

This is the stone wall of his former yard!

It was built by his father himself, and he was there to help at the time.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he closed his eyes.

A warm current flows through my heart.

The corners of his mouth twitched up.

Parents have been dead for many years.

He is also getting old.

But back here, he still feels like a child.

Those years were beautiful...  

"Huh?" He just smiled knowingly, and suddenly, he realized that he seemed to have caught something in his heart.

"I am, Dao Xin has been improved?"

He had a feeling at this time that the bottleneck that prevented him from going further had disappeared!

As long as he cultivates seriously for a while, his cultivation will be able to go further!

At this moment, he finally realized something.

"Cultivation of the mind turns out to be so important! I used to think that cultivating hard was the king's way.

He sat down on a rock and shook his head with a wry smile.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he only stood up after a stick of incense.

"I don't belong here anymore, Mom and Dad, the baby is gone."

Long Aotian exhaled and decided to go to the town to have a look.

But he was gone not long.

The footsteps suddenly stopped again.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

It was as if he had seen something terrifying.

"This! I'm dazzled?!"

Long Aotian has turned into a clay sculpture.

He blinked and looked straight ahead again.

However, he was still a gentle and jade-like man, chopping wood.

He didn't do this because of this man, but because of the sword in this man's hand!

Isn't that sword just the one just now, an immortal weapon that caused the world to change just by exuding qi energy!

He...he was chopping wood with a fairy weapon? !

This! !

I didn't read the scene of farewell, but suddenly inspiration broke out. I have to go to school today and decided to write this story. By the way, in the future, this Guo Zimo will bring a big guy who loves poetry to the protagonist..., ahem, of course, this big guy is also a brain supplement