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Cheng Qianren was silent for a moment, and took a deep breath.

"You and I don't trust each other, we're neither enemies nor friends, and we have to stay in the same room and pretend nothing happened. I can't stand it."

There are stacks of books on the old case, and a little candle flickers.

Just like Fu Ke himself who claimed to be an ordinary person who was a late bloomer, Cheng Qianren always felt that he had a good temper.It's just that the way of doing things is more straightforward. With friends, drinking and chatting and eating noodles, if you are an enemy, you will be cold-hearted, and you will draw your sword when you say it.

In the eyes of others, that Dean Nanyuan and the Lord of Jiange Mountain is a legend in the world of practice.

Some people say that he became famous at a young age and has an arrogant personality, while others say that he is unrestrained and open-minded.

But no matter which Cheng Qianren it is, it has nothing to do with being irritable.

"I'm not good at guessing people's hearts. I like to use simple methods to solve problems. I'm different from you."

Now that I have spoken, let me explain clearly.

"Your attitude towards me makes me uneasy, how to be calm."

The lights flickered, and the faint candles flickered, illuminating their faces.

In the unbearable darkness and silence, he found that Chaoge Que's whole body momentum had changed.Immediately clenched the hilt of the sword and stood up preemptively.

"Bang!"

There was a heavy, piercing muffled sound from the wooden bench behind him.

The other party was still sitting, but just raised his eyes to look at him, his gaze was heavy, giving Cheng Qianren the illusion of being looked down upon.

Chaoge Que clearly didn't do anything, but he felt a substantive majesty and alienation, like a vast sea, the surface is calm.

"If you want to break through, you must be calm, and you must trust me."

Cheng Qianren felt much more comfortable when he heard the man's cold and deep voice.

Yes, there is nothing more important than his breakthrough before the opening ceremony.

"I can't answer your question for the time being, but I won't harm you." Chaoge Que's tone softened a little: "You will know everything on the day of the mountain opening, but it will only take a few days, and so on. Sending you into my 'small world', where you retreat, you can always hide the truth. Since you can't be calm, I suggest you go in now."

He stretched out his right hand, and a dot of light rose from the palm of his hand, like jumping fireflies, illuminating the room with strange lights.

Cheng Qianren was shocked: "This..."

The small world is also called "Xumeru mustard seed", which means to hide the majestic Mount Sumeru in a small mustard seed.How to open up a space in the big world is a real supernatural power.Those who master this magical power will use it as the most secret hole card.

Space-time is the most mysterious and elusive of things.There are very few records about the "small world" in Taoist classics.Cheng Qianren never thought that he was destined to meet him.

"In my small world, time flows slowly, and you can calm your mind slowly."

Chao Geque stopped speaking, because he believed that the other party would make a sensible and correct choice.

He needs time too much.

Time waits for no one, and all living beings are running desperately, racing against the clock.No one can turn down more time.

A moment later, Cheng Qianren stretched out his hand, raised his index finger slightly, and tried to touch the soft light.

"Whoa!"

The glare of the fireflies turned into dazzling bright light, blazing like a Milky Way, and a huge, impenetrable force swept across the whole body from the fingertips.

After a burst of severe dizziness, he shook his head, feeling dazed.

Just for a moment, the desk is gone, the hut is gone.There was a milky white mist in front of him, and he stood beside him in a daze.

They walk in the mist without seeing the sky and the earth.

When Cheng Qianren regained his composure, a subtle sense of disappointment rose in his heart.

The "small world" full of legends is actually barren, not to mention palaces and palaces, there are not even any flowers and plants.

As soon as the thought came to him, he suddenly stepped on something soft, and looked down, there was new grass.

The white mist suddenly dissipated, and he watched the grassland spread endlessly, the grass leaves were dotted with crystal dewdrops, and the smell of soil, flowers and plants filled his heart.

At their feet, a small white flower burst out of the ground, slender and lovely, swaying in the wind.

Everything has changed.

Vibrant flowers and trees, peacock blue sky, soft clouds and warm sunlight.

Cheng Qianren was dumbfounded.

Looking down at the flower, Chao Ge Que said, "Here, everything you think will come true."

Cheng Qianren was a little embarrassed: "Sorry."

It's like going to someone's house as a guest, remodeling the backyard of the person without the owner's consent, and licking the cat of the person.Treat other people's homes as your own.

Chaoge Que is a generous host, and he didn't care about it: "Imagine the time when you were the most peaceful in the past. I'll leave for now, don't worry about me."

Cheng Qianren watched the other party disappear, relaxed and meditated.

The most peaceful days in my life were in Nanyang City.At that time, I had no cultivation base, and you were still young, sensible and filial.Friends make a living by setting up stalls to sell paintings and collecting protection fees.I work as a clerk at the noodle restaurant in Ningfu. Although my life is very busy and tiring, I have hope and contentment...

He later had a lot of good times, but in terms of tranquility, the old alley on Liuyan Road was the most peaceful.

Cheng Qianren returned to the courtyard.

The broken houses with low walls and the tables and chairs under the trees are all the old days.

He sat down at the table where he ate with his brother and friends.

In early spring, the trees are luxuriant and the birds are chirping.

Time flows slowly here, and urgency and manic-depressive feelings subside.

Suddenly I heard someone say, "I forgot where I came from."

Cheng Qianren stood up and began to sweep the courtyard, fetch water to make a fire, wash and chop vegetables.

Eat, bathe, sleep, and start practicing swords the next day.

He didn't use real energy, and practiced the sword purely and seriously.From sunrise to moonset.

Spring goes and winter comes, year after year.

He can't feel tired, gradually can't feel the passage of time, and enters a certain empty and mysterious state.

It seems that only he, and only the god and ghost Piyi in his hands are real.

"Forget the sword," said the voice.

"Forget the legendary history of this set of sword formulas, forget how many great people have practiced it, forget the teaching and guidance of the master, and forget the moves. Integrate the sword into the world, and integrate yourself into the sword."

"Practice the sword thousands of times, and then forget the sword."

***

The news of Cheng Qianren's retreat breakthrough finally got out.

All the disciples were elated and killed chickens and ducks.At the mountain opening ceremony, Jiange will have a Mahayana strongman sitting in charge, with Cheng Shanzhu's superb swordsmanship, in terms of combat power, it may be comparable to a saint.Coupled with the support of Danshan Sword Array, it is like a tiger with wings added.

Nanyuan's disciple was even more excited: "This is not nonsense. I think that when Dean Cheng was still in the barrier-breaking realm, he would be able to receive Chu Lanchuan's knife at the side of the Taiye Pool. Is it serious?"

The lively atmosphere did not last for half a day. Amidst the sighs of the elders, the cheers turned into dead silence.

They suddenly realized that this was not a breakthrough in Mahayana, breaking through the record of the youngest Mahayana realm in the history of Jiange.At Cheng Qianren's age, this is to break through the limit of human cultivation speed.

Huaiqing regretted endlessly: "I shouldn't have told everyone."

Huai Ming's voice was trembling: "The mountain master is a talented person who can do things that ordinary people can't, and he will definitely create miracles."

There are only six days until the mountain opening ceremony on the third day of next month.

A group of elders were worried about this: "If it's too late..."

Cheng Qianren made a dangerous move. If he succeeds, he will command the sects of the world. If he loses, he will fall into the abyss of eternal doom.

Holding the sword in his arms, Fu Keji calmly said: "Then it's too late."

***

"...I used to be a carpenter, but then I went to war. I was recruited twice in three days, and the village was flooded again. I didn't have any harvest. Everyone went to join the army for a share of pay, and I joined the army. The vanguard, if he survives, he will receive double pay and fight for money. So, among those who joined the army together, I was the only one who died, so I was promoted to centurion. I thought, I am lucky, maybe I can still live and be promoted.

I don't know if my mother-in-law will still be there when I go back.Sigh, now that I'm missing two fingers, I won't be able to be a carpenter anymore... Doctor Lin, I heard that you are a practitioner, how did you come to this ghostly place? "

Lin Duzhi: "Apply the medicine on time and keep the wound away from water."

He hadn't slept for many days, and there was a faint tiredness between his brows and eyes: "Next."

The centurion who talked a lot quickly thanked him, got up and left, and an old man with a sallow complexion and ragged clothes sat down.

Lin Duzhi thought that there are too few big men who are ambitious and change the world, and most of the world are ordinary people like this.In the troubled times, the fate of life and death is decided by some people with a wave of hand and a word.

They don't care who is sitting in the country, they only care about whether they can eat and drink enough.In the past, he was a tailor, a cook, and a farmer. After the war, he was a disaster victim, a refugee, and a soldier.

After leaving Gu Xuejiang, Lin Duzhi walked around the world, curing diseases and saving lives.Regardless of men, women, young or old, rich or poor, no matter which army they belong to or what position they stand on.

He just wanted to save people, that's what he wanted to do.

Many people say that he has a compassionate heart and call him a living Bodhisattva.Lin Duzhi corrected the other party seriously every time, don't call it that.

"Doctor Lin, you are a practitioner, so what kind of Jiange, what kind of mountain opening ceremony, are you going?"

"I dont go."

The refugee lowered his voice: "That's good, don't go, be careful of injury. I heard that there will be chaos again. At that time, there will be a fight on the mountain, and there will definitely be a lot of movement."

Lin Duzhi was puzzled.

"Haven't you heard that Cheng Qianren's breakthrough failed."

He stopped grabbing the medicine, shook his head and said, "I don't believe it."

After finishing speaking, continue to grab the medicine and stop talking.

Cheng Qianren left the customs, even a day earlier than scheduled.

In early spring, the night sky is clear and the moon is like a hook.

There is no clear light and haze, auspicious beasts and auspicious clouds, and Lingling fairy sounds.There was no movement in the sky above Jiange.

The celestial phenomenon has not changed, which means that Cheng Qianren failed to break through.People say so.

The news was publicized by those who cared, and it spread throughout the mainland in half a day.His reputation was so great that it went up to the world of practice, down to the side of the city, the street, and the mouth of the well in the village, and it was widely spread.

Failure to break through is no small matter. If nothing happens, he will stay in the Hinayana realm for the rest of his life.Even if he had the chance to heal his injuries, rebuild his heart, and hit the pass for the second time, it would be decades later.

Over the years, he has made enemies with so many people, and there is little hope of finding a turning point and climbing the road again.

A generation of geniuses, like a rising star, will end like a shooting star across the night sky, leaving only a sigh.

"It's still too young to be greedy for meritorious deeds."

Or a bitter and carefree cursing: "Those who are arrogant and defiant will get their retribution today, and they will be to blame!"