Sword of Coming

A Confucian scholar with frosty temples and a young man in a green shirt left the country school and came downstairs to the archway. The most knowledgeable teacher in the town looked a little haggard, and pointed to a plaque above his head, "I will do my duty, what do you mean by the four words?"

The young Zhao Yao, who is both a disciple of the school and a student of his teacher, looked up and said without hesitation: "Our Confucianism is based on the word benevolence. The four characters on the plaque are taken from 'Be benevolent and never give in to the teacher', which means It means that we scholars should respect our teachers, but we do not have to be humble before benevolence, righteousness and morality."

Mr. Qi asked: "No need to be humble? Change it to 'no', so what?"

The young man in a green shirt has an elegant appearance, and compared to Song Jixin's aggressive and sharp temperament, his temperament is more gentle and restrained, like a hibiscus in its first bloom, naturally cute. When the teacher asked this hidden and mysterious question, the young man did not dare to take it lightly and considered it carefully. He felt that the teacher was testing his own knowledge. How could he dare to take it casually? The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at his disciple's cautious appearance as if facing a formidable enemy. He smiled knowingly and patted the young man on the shoulder. "It's just a casual question. Don't be nervous. It seems that I was too restrained about your nature before. Diao Zhuo Being too complicated will make you live like a statue placed in Wenchang Pavilion, with a straight face, following rules everywhere, being reasonable in everything, and not tired... But for now, it seems to be a good thing. "

The young man was a little puzzled, but his teacher had already led him around to the other side. He was still looking up at the four-character plaque. The Confucian scholar looked relaxed. For some reason, the serious-minded teacher actually told many interesting anecdotes about the public cases. The disciple said: "The person who wrote the four-character plaque was once the number one calligrapher in the world. It caused many debates, such as the battle of bones and patterns, divine will, and the dispute between 'ancient quality' and 'jinyan'." The debate between praise and blame has not yet been concluded. Rhyme, method, meaning, and posture are the four meanings of calligraphy. For thousands of years, this person has won the double first place, which is simply not giving half a way to survive for the masters of his generation. As for Xiyan at this time, of course ', it's a bit interesting. If you look carefully, you should be able to find that although the four characters are similar in terms of pen, structure, and spiritual intention, in fact, they were written separately by four Taoist ancestral masters. At that time, there were two The old gods exchanged letters and had a lot of quarrels. They both wanted to write the mysterious and mystical word '西', but were unwilling to write the common and vulgar word 'yan'..."

Then the Confucian scholar took the young man around to the "Don't ask for help from outside". He looked left and right with faint eyes, "The country school where you originally studied will soon be closed down by several big families because there is no teacher." , or simply demolish it and build a small Taoist temple or erect a Buddha statue for pilgrims to burn incense. A Taoist or monk will preside over it. Year after year, until the Jiazi period, there may be "replacements" two or three times during this period to prevent the people of the small town. The doubts in my heart are actually just a crude cover-up. However, if a magical power as big as a sesame seed is completed here, if it is left outside, it may be equivalent to the grand momentum of the gods beating big drums and spring thunder shaking the heaven and earth..."

At the back, the gentleman spoke in a voice as thin as a mosquito or a fly. Even if the scholar Zhao Yao pricked up his ears, he could not hear clearly.

Mr. Qi sighed, his tone a little helpless and tired: "Many things were originally secrets that could not be revealed, but now they become less and less important. But we are scholars after all, so we still have to talk about it to save face. What's more, I, Qi Jingchun, If you take the lead and break the rules, it will be tantamount to stealing from others, and it will be really ugly."

Zhao Yao suddenly plucked up the courage and said: "Sir, students know that you are not a common person, and this town is not an ordinary place."

The Confucian scholar smiled curiously and said, "Oh? Tell me."

Zhao Yao pointed to the majestic twelve-legged archway, "This place, plus the iron lock well in Xinghua Lane, and the covered bridge with two iron swords hanging at the bottom, the old locust tree, Taoye Lane The peach trees and the Fulu Street where my Zhao family is located, the Grain Rain posters, Double Ninth Festival posters, etc. posted every year are very strange."

The Confucian scholar interrupted the young man, "Strange? Why is it strange? You grew up here and have never been outside. Have you ever seen the scenery outside the small town? There is no comparison, so why do you say this?"

Zhao Yaowei said in a deep voice: "I have long been familiar with the content of Mr.'s books. The peach blossoms in Taoye Lane are very different from the descriptions in the poems in the books. Furthermore, Mr. Teacher teaches, why does he only teach the three books of Mongolian Studies, focusing on literacy? , after elementary school, what should we read? What is the purpose of reading? What is the word "career" in the book? What does it mean to be a farmer in the morning and ascend to the emperor's hall in the evening? What is the meaning of "the emperor values ​​heroes, and articles teach you"? Successively Although the two kiln supervisors never talk about the affairs of the court, the capital or the world with others, but..."

The Confucian scholar smiled happily and said, "That's enough. It's useless to say more."

Zhao Yao immediately stopped talking.

The Confucian scholar who called himself Qi Jingchun whispered: "Zhao Yao, you need to be careful in your words and deeds in the future, and remember that disaster comes from your mouth, so most Confucian sages are tight-lipped. A gentleman who is superior to sages is cautious and independent, and he bows like a jade, lest there be someone." Flaws. As for saints, such as the mountain masters of the seventy-two academies... these people can, like Taoist great masters and Buddhist golden-bodied Arhats, make prophecies and follow their words. This group of people is different from other people. The masters in Zibai's family, after reaching this realm, are generally called land gods, and they have one foot on the threshold. However, all of these characters are like dragons, and some are lofty, like the statues in Taoist temples, which are unattainable. , some divine dragons are invisible, and ordinary people can’t find them at all.”

Zhao Yao was in a daze after hearing this, as if he was falling into mist.

Zhao Yao couldn't help but ask: "Sir, why are you talking about this today?"

The Confucian scholar had an open-minded expression and said with a smile: "You have a husband, so I naturally have a husband. And my husband... I don't want to talk about it. In short, I thought I could survive for decades, but suddenly I discovered that there are some people behind the scenes. Even this I don’t want to wait any longer. So I can’t take you out of the town this time. You need to go out on your own. Some innocuous truths should be revealed to you. You can just listen to a story. I just hope that you Understand the truth that there is heaven outside and there are people above us. No matter how ‘blessed and lucky’ you, Zhao Yao, are, you cannot be complacent or slack off.”

Well water drops and locust leaves falling off their branches are all omens.

A scholar named Qi Jingchun reminded: "Zhao Yao, do you still remember the locust leaf I asked you to collect?"

The young scholar nodded vigorously and said, "Put it together with the seal given by sir."

"How can there be any leaves in the world that are so green, fresh and tender when they leave the branches? There are thousands of people in this town, and only a handful of people can get this 'blessed shade'. That locust leaf can be played with often. I will tell you later. Maybe there is another opportunity."

The Confucian scholar's eyes were deep, "In addition, over the years, I have been asking you to do good deeds in the town and make good friends. No matter who you treat, you must treat each other with courtesy and sincerity. In the future, you will slowly understand the mystery. , those seemingly inconspicuous and trivial things, when dripping water penetrates the stone, the ultimate benefit reaped may not be worse than holding a "Local County Chronicle"."

The young man found a yellow bird sitting on the stone beam, occasionally jumping around and chirping.

The Confucian scholar clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at the yellow bird with a solemn expression.

The boy couldn't see anything strange.

Qi Jingchun, a Confucian scholar, suddenly looked towards the Mud Bottle Alley and frowned even more.

The Confucian scholar sighed softly and said: "The insects gradually heard the sound of spring and burst out of the ground. But as a guest, it is too much to be sneaky and do such sneaky tricks under the nose of the host? Do you really think that relying on it? You can do whatever you want here with just half a bowl of water on your own initiative?"

Zhao Yao was worried, "Sir?"

The Confucian scholar waved his hand, indicating that the matter had nothing to do with the young man, and just led him to the last plaque.

The young Zhao Yao was like a stinging insect who suddenly heard a spring thunder. He suddenly stopped and his eyes were blank.

Not far away, I saw a girl in black clothes wearing a curtain hat. Her face was obscured by tulle. She had a well-proportioned figure, neither slender nor plump. She wore a long sword with a snow-white scabbard and a green sword hanging on her waist. Sheathed a narrow knife, standing under the plaque of "Angry Bullfighting", she crossed her arms across her chest and raised her head.

The Confucian scholar felt amused and coughed slightly.

The young man was just dumbfounded and did not understand his husband's reminder to "see no evil".

The Confucian scholar smiled knowingly and did not yell out loud. Instead, he stopped coughing loudly and allowed the young man beside him to look at the girl.

The girl seemed not to notice the boy's gaze.

She seemed to particularly appreciate the four characters "Angry Bull Fighting". Compared to the dignified and solemn characters on the other three plaques in regular script, the characters on this plaque were written in regular script, and its charm was almost arbitrary.

she likes!

The young man suddenly woke up. It turned out that the teacher patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Zhao Yao, it's time for you to go back to school and carry your things home."

The young man blushed, lowered his head, and followed his teacher back to the school.

The girl slowly released her fingers from holding the handle of the knife.

In the distance, the Confucian scholar joked: "Zhao Yao, Zhao Yao, I saved your life."

The young man was shocked and said: "Sir?"

The Confucian scholar hesitated for a moment, then said seriously: "When you see her in the future, you must take a detour."

The gentle scholar in blue shirt was a little surprised and a little disappointed, "Sir, why is this?"

Qi Jingchun thought for a while and said the final words, "She is so sharp that she is destined to be an unsheathed sword."

The young man hesitated to speak.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled and said: "Of course, if you just like someone secretly, Taoist Buddha can't stop him. Even our most disciplined scholar, our sage teacher, only warned: 'Don't speak, look at, or... Just listen and move, I never said don’t think of anything inappropriate.”

At this moment, the young man suddenly seemed to be obsessed with something, and blurted out loudly: "She smells very good!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the young man was stunned.

The Confucian scholar had a headache, not because he was angry, but because the situation was rather difficult. He said in a deep voice: "Zhao Yao, turn around!"

The young man subconsciously turned around and turned his back to the gentleman.

Downstairs of the archway, the girl turned her head with murderous intent.

She first lowered her hands, pressing the thumbs of both hands on the hilt and hilt of the sword respectively.

Then she started to run in small steps. After about four or five steps, her hands and feet suddenly exerted their strength. The three-foot-long sword with the snow-white scabbard and the slender narrow knife with the green scabbard were first unsheathed and moved forward diagonally. At the same time, her body He jumped up from the ground, quickly grasped the sword with both hands, and without saying a word, chopped it down on the head!

Between the girl in black and the pair of teachers and students in the town, two arms that were not thick stretched and exploded into two bright arc moons.

It's definitely not a magical power, and it's definitely not a magic technique.

It’s just a quick word!

The Confucian scholar looked at ease, without any intention of evading, and just lightly stamped his foot.

A ripple surged out.

The next moment, the girl's body tensed up and her murderous intention became even stronger.

Not to mention that the powerful sword strike was completely in vain, and she stood exactly where the sword was when it was unsheathed.

The Confucian scholar smiled and said: "Yes, even a lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. But having said that, I, the disciple, did offend the girl, but the crime can't lead to death, right?"

The girl deliberately made her voice mature and dull, slowly put the sword into the sheath, held the sword with one hand, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the Confucian scholar, "What do you 'feel'? That's your business, I don't care." .”

The girl took a step forward and said, "What I do is my business. Of course, you can... take care of it!"

Rush forward quickly.

The ground where her front and rear feet stepped suddenly collapsed into two small pits.

The Confucian scholar held his back with one hand, made a fist with the other hand, put it on his abdomen, and said with a smile: "The martial arts of the military can only be broken quickly. It's a pity that this world, even if it is about to fall apart, but as long as it is before that, there will be ten landmen." Even if the gods join forces to break the formation, it's just a small tree shaking the tree. Let alone you?

The next moment, the girl appeared again for no reason more than ten steps away from the Confucian scholar's left.

She thought for a moment and closed her eyes.

The Confucian shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not a blinding trick as you think. This world is similar to the so-called small thousand worlds in Buddhism. Here, I am..."

"Huh?"

He suddenly made a sound of surprise, stopped talking, and instantly came to the girl's side to find out what was going on. He gently held the tip of the knife with both fingers.

He asked: "Who taught you swordsmanship and swordsmanship?"

The girl did not open her eyes. She held the hilt of the sword that had just been sheathed with her left hand. A cold light swept across the Confucian scholar's waist, trying to cut it in half.

The Confucian scholar holding the tip of the knife with both fingers shouted softly: "Back off!"

There was a crashing sound on the ground and dust was flying. After a moment, the figure of a girl wearing a curtain was revealed. She stood with her feet one behind the other. Under her feet, in front of the Confucian scholar, a ravine appeared, as if it had been plowed. from.

The girl's hands were bloody and bloody.

The knife was unsheathed, the sword was also unsheathed, but she was reduced to having the blade taken away with her bare hands.

And she knew very well that in addition to the "structure" of Fang Tiandi, the enemy had always suppressed their strength and cultivation to a level equal to her own.

This is inferior skills.

Rather than not being able to cultivate enough.

Her whole figure seemed to be on the verge of going berserk.

I'm afraid the girl herself didn't realize that the light around her was distorted.

After all, this school teacher was the most reasonable person, and he advised thoughtfully: "You'd better not compare with me for the time being, as it may hinder your martial arts state of mind. To reach the top of martial arts, it is very important to proceed step by step."

He looked a little strange at this time, holding the tip of the sword in one hand and holding the sword horizontally in the other.

He suddenly laughed, imitating the tone of a girl's voice, and said in an old-fashioned way: "It's your freedom to listen or not. It's my business to say it or not."

The girl was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Be taught!"

The Confucian scholar smiled and nodded. She was not a domineering and arrogant woman, which was good. He gently threw the knife to the girl and said, "I will return the knife to you first."

He looked down at the sword on his fingertips, trembling slightly.

The young phoenix is ​​clearer than the old phoenix's voice.

The Confucian scholar regretted: "The quality of this sword is quite good, but it is still far from the top. As a result, it can only carry the weight of two words at most, which is a bit reluctant. Otherwise, with your qualifications, you can't say anything." Take away all four words, three words, it will definitely be more than enough..."

When he sighed, he raised his hand and shouted softly: "Edict!"

Two dazzling rays of light flew out from the plaque of "Angry Bullfighting".

The Confucian scholar waved his sleeve and slapped him twice in succession, and then he was slapped into the long sword.

On the plaque, the words "qi" and "ox" are still there, and the momentum is still there.

The words "Chong" and "Dou" are like a twilight old man on the sick bed. After returning to the light, he finally completely lost his energy and spirit.

The Confucian scholar shook his wrist casually, and the long sword returned to its owner's scabbard in the blink of an eye. Because it had been sheathed, no one knew it for the time being. There were two auras wandering around the sword like dragons.

The next scene shocked Qi Jingchun, who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.

The girl slowly took off the sheath of the sword, flicked it casually, and nailed it into the loess ground at an angle. Behind the drooping tulle of the hood, her eyes were determined, "This is not the swordsmanship I pursue."

The Confucian scholar glanced at the sword abandoned by the girl, feeling a long-lost heaviness deep in his heart, and had to ask a question that was demeaning: "Do you know who I am?"

The girl nodded, then shook her head, "I heard that every sixty years, a saint from the three religions will come here to preside over the operation of a large formation. It has been thousands of years. From time to time, someone comes out of here. , either possessing a rare treasure, or his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, so I wanted to come and take a look. When I saw you, I was sure of your identity, otherwise I wouldn't have been so straightforward when I took action. "

Qi Jingchun asked again: "Then do you know what you gave up just now?"

The girl remained silent.

In the scabbard on the ground, the sword kept trembling, like a beautiful lady whimpering, begging her lover to change her mind.

The young scholar had already secretly turned his head and carefully looked at the girl in the distance.

The Confucian scholar could not be said to be unknowledgeable, but he was still puzzled by this. He couldn't force the long sword containing huge energy into the girl. In the end, he had to remind him: "Girl, you'd better put it away." That sword. Next, the town will be very...peaceful. Having something to defend yourself with is a good thing after all."

The girl didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Still unwilling to take the sword.

Qi Jingchun felt helpless, waved his sleeves, and nailed the sword into a stone pillar of the archway. If someone pulled it out forcibly, it would definitely disturb him who was sitting in the center, just like the "storyteller" before, one light and one dark. Every time he made a move, he never escaped the distant attention of the school teacher.

He personally took Zhao Yao all the way from the school to the Zhao family's mansion on Fulu Street. The middle-aged Confucian scholar walked slowly. Every time he took a step, some hidden places in the tall mansions with dense courtyards on both sides of the street would appear. The imperceptible brilliance passed by in a flash.

Qi Jingchun murmured: "That's strange, where did this little girl come from? Could it be a descendant of the Xian family from outside this continent?"

After he returned to the school, he sat in front of the desk. There was a jade guide, about one foot and two inches long. On the four corners were carved the mountains of the four towns, which conveyed stability in all directions. On the front, there were densely packed small seal inscriptions, no less than a hundred. The remaining characters.

According to the Confucian ritual system, originally only the emperor of a country could hold the throne.

This shows how important this town is.

Turning it over, there were only two words engraved on the back of Yugui.

The handwriting is rigorous and unique.

His muscles and bones are extremely strong, and his spirit is extremely long-lasting.

On the desk, there was a secret letter that had just arrived.

The eyes of the Confucian scholar with frosty white temples were slightly red, "Sir, the student is incompetent. I can only watch you being humiliated to this point..."

The Confucian scholar looked out the window. He didn't feel much sadness or joy, but he looked a little lonely. "Qi Jingchun is ashamed of his mentor. He has lived for a hundred years and only needs one death."

When Song Jixin took out something from the inner room and put it on the table, Fu Nanhua couldn't hide the ecstasy on his face no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

An inconspicuous little pot, with the inscription "Mandrill" on the bottom.

Song Jixin folded his hands on the table, leaned forward, and asked with a smile: "How much is this pot worth?"

The young city lord of Old Dragon City finally looked away from the small pot, raised his head and said frankly: "If you sell it to the secular dynasty, it won't be worth a tael of silver. But if you let me sell it, you can buy back a city."

Song Jixin asked: "How many tens of thousands of people?"

Fu Nanhua stretched out three fingers.

Song Jixin snorted and curled his lips, "It turns out to be three hundred thousand."

Fu Nanhua was stunned and laughed.

He originally thought Song Jixin would say 30,000 people.

Over in Xinghua Lane, there was a dull man squatting next to the iron lock well, staring at the iron chain tied to the base of the wheel.

As if wondering how to move it.

A girl in black clothes and hat, with a cold temperament, walked around the town aimlessly. At this time, she only wore a narrow green sheath knife, and her hands were only wrapped with strips of cloth.

When she just walked into an unknown alley.

With a whoosh, something came through the air, and then stopped obediently behind the girl, making a buzzing sound.

The girl frowned, without turning her head, and said one word from between her teeth, "Get out!"

Another whoosh.

The "flying sword" that flew out of its scabbard was so frightened that it actually hid back in its scabbard.

Proud girl.

The clever flying sword.