The sky is only bright.

Li Pingan got up on time and finished washing.

First I meditated on the exercises in bed for a while, and then used branches as knives in the yard.

After sweating profusely, I felt refreshed.

Then, while silently reciting the inner teachings of the Nirvana Sutra, he recalled the gains and losses during the fight with Kong Yang.

The power of practitioners is truly difficult for ordinary people to defeat.

If Kong Yang was not injured, he would probably only have a 30% chance of winning in this battle.

Li Ping'an turned his hand, and a three-inch long green dagger appeared in the palm of his hand.

This is Kong Yang's sword, which was taken back by Li Ping'an.

He could feel that there was an aura belonging to Kong Yang hidden in the sword body.

Practitioners are really amazing.

Before time travel, Li Pingan liked some fantasy novels.

You can see that the protagonist can practice cultivation casually. If you buy a book on cultivation anywhere, you can practice it behind closed doors.

Only when it was my turn did I realize that reality is always cruel.

The three-inch dagger feels as warm as jade to the touch.

Narrow and thin, like a willow leaf.

There is no sword or any other decoration.

But there is a faint layer of brilliance on the sword's edge, like a puddle of autumn water, so thin that it is almost transparent.

Li Pingan flicked it lightly, and the sword made a crisp sound.

After thinking for a moment, Li Ping'an injected zhenqi into his fingertips.

Then he tapped the sword lightly, trying to erase Kong Yang's remaining aura from the sword.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly and let out a low hiss, as if resisting.

The sharp sword energy began to resist Li Pingan's aura, and the large amount of true energy poured into Li Pingan floated into the bottomless swamp like a fallen leaf.

【Turtle Breath Kung Fu】

When the mind moves, Qi arises on its own.

What is important is to breathe continuously, so that the true energy surges like a tide.

Li Ping'an took a short breath before attacking again.

If two armies are fighting, it may take dozens or hundreds of battles to completely defeat the enemy.

After three sticks of incense.

Li Ping'an let out a long breath, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He felt a tightness in his chest, his true energy was about to be exhausted, and the sharp sword edge pierced his skin.

Li Ping'an looked at the blood on his fingers and frowned slightly.

It's much harder than I thought.

However, he was not in a hurry and wiped the blood on the sword slowly.

Your own true energy can be restored, but the sword energy in this three-inch dagger will not be regenerated.

Sooner or later the sword energy can be driven away, it just takes a little more time.

With this thought in mind, Li Ping'an put away his dagger and left the house.

.........

The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was blood red, as if indicating that a thrilling storm was coming.

However, Southwest Street was still busy at this time.

This area is surrounded by a famous food street, and people are crowded here.

There is an alluring fragrance in the air.

There is a stall every ten steps and a small shop every hundred steps.

Li Ping'an chose a corner and sat down, with some soju, mixed shredded pork, mutton skewers, and a portion of noodle soup.

The fragrance hits your nostrils and makes you salivate.

Li Pingan was eating happily when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"gentlemen!"

A man in his thirties walked over quickly and said in surprise.

"Sir, it's really you!"

Liu Yong?

Li Ping'an didn't expect to meet Liu Yong here.

At first, I couldn't bear to see Liu Yong's sincerity disappear, so he recommended him to the Princess Mansion.

I thought he should be an official in the capital, but I never thought he would come back here again.

But after just a brief thought, I understood.

Liu Yong was worthy of his high regard for him.

Let's forget about the good days in the capital, but come here to defend our country.

"Why are you here too?" Li Ping'an asked.

"Thanks to sir, Liu Yong can work under General Xiahou.

General Xiahou was upright and respected, and was a rare good general.

Liu Yong really gained a foothold under the general."

Li Ping'an waved his hand, "No problem, I remember that General Xiahou is not stationed here. You have important things to do when you come to the Fourth Town of Anbei."

"Exactly." Liu Yong looked around carefully and was about to tell Li Ping'an.

But Li Ping'an took the lead and stopped him, "It's an important matter, so I can't listen to it."

Liu Yong said: "Mr., it's better to think carefully."

What he wants to do is indeed a secret, and most people will naturally refuse to tell it.

It was only when I saw it was Li Ping'an that I didn't have the slightest suspicion.

Liu Yong still had work to do and was unable to stay longer, so he asked Li Ping'an where he lived and left in a hurry.

...........

"I've finished eating."

Wang Yi ate his meal in a hurry and got off the table.

The mother said from the side: "Why do you eat so much? Why are you eating in such a hurry? You are in such a hurry."

"You'll be late later."

Wang Yi said without looking back.

He got up late today. It would be bad if he was the last one to go.

Wang Shan looked at his child in surprise.

A few days ago, letting him go to Li Ping'an's small courtyard was like sending him to hell.

But now I look forward to going there every day.

"What's wrong with this kid...?"

The mother stared at her son's back with confusion on her face.

This confusion is not only shared by Wang Yi's parents, Alia and Zhao Ling'er are also very confused by Wang Yi's performance in the past few days.

Do you wonder if he took the wrong medicine, or maybe he is not really Wang Yi?

I stopped being lazy every day and concentrated on practicing calligraphy.

I do whatever my husband tells me to do, and I don’t dare to violate it at all.

More than ten days passed in a flash.

Wang Yi wanted to follow Li Ping'an's wishes in everything and do what he said.

There is no telling which day Li Ping'an will be happy.

So I accepted myself as a closed disciple.

But gradually Wang Yi discovered that this was no longer the case.
To be continued...