Sword of Coming

When Chen Pingan was about to run out of the yard, the girl in black suddenly shouted: "Wait, I have something to tell you."

Chen Pingan pretended not to hear, and when he was about to open the courtyard door, the girl raised her voice, "Chen Pingan!"

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to turn around and run back to the threshold. Her face was a little rosier than before, but her voice was still a little hoarse, and she said: "First, after us outsiders came to the town, although as I told you before, we are physically strong Better than ordinary people, but other than that, I am no different from you. Second, outsiders are not allowed to kill people here. Once you violate it, you will be expelled for whatever reason, and you are destined to get nothing. The price is very high, so big that it exceeds your Third, you must also think clearly that in critical moments, we outsiders will definitely take action even if we are empty-handed. After all, surviving is the most fundamental thing."

Chen Pingan thought for a while and asked, "Does it mean that you have to do things quickly?"

The girl in black grinned, her cheerful face and shining eyes seemed to light up the whole room. She patted the green scabbard lying across her knees, nodded and said: "Yes! You have to act quickly. Faster, even the fastest! For example, I wear a sword as well as a sword, so I have to be the fastest person in the world whether I draw the sword or draw the sword!"

She paused and suddenly changed from an impassioned heroine from afar to a girl next door who wanted to show off. She narrowed her eyes and asked with a smile: "Hey, do you know how many people there are in this world?"

Chen Ping'an looked confused.

The girl seemed to notice the boy's disinterest, and suddenly became bored and waved her hand to chase him away: "It's best to buy the jar back. I'm waiting to drink the medicine."

Chen Ping'an left the yard this time slower and more steadily.

Not long after he left Mud Bottle Alley, the unlocked courtyard door was gently pushed open. The girl in black opened her eyes. She had been breathing in a strange way and looked towards the door. Like facing a formidable enemy.

The flying sword in the snow-white scabbard on the table suddenly became silent, but there was an invisible aura of murderousness, as if the current late spring cold could freeze bones and kill people.

The maid Zhigui walked to the door leisurely, just like a normal neighbor going from door to door. She did not cross the threshold, poked her head into the house, looked around, but turned a blind eye to the girl in black with a knife across her knee on the bed board.

Zhigui looked at it for a long time before finally seeing the big living person. He said with innocence on his face: "Sister, who are you? Why are you sitting on Chen Pingan's bed? I haven't heard that he has distant relatives."

Ning Yao glanced at the uninvited girl, then closed his eyes and ignored her.

Zhigui was not angry when he saw her pretending to be deaf and dumb. He just shook his head slightly and curled his lips with a look of disgust.

She glanced at the long sword with a snow-white scabbard on the table. There was deep hatred and fear hidden in the depths of her eyes, and there were faint golden threads swimming crazily in her pupils. The maid hesitated for a moment, but still raised one foot, ready to cross the threshold. She suddenly retracted her foot, coughed, and pretended to say: "I'm in. If you don't speak, you don't object, right? That's right. This is what it is. Chen Ping'an's house, I've known him for many years... You can't understand what I'm saying, right? It doesn't matter, we don't have anything to talk about anyway, I just came to see if there is anything missing here, We are moving out soon, and many things can be left to Chen Ping'an. You don't know, he has had a hard time these years."

The chatter and thoughts made her and Chen Ping'an look like childhood sweethearts.

After the maid Zhigui walked into the house, it was calm. She walked straight to the small table and sat on the stool, keeping the sword spinning in the corner of her eye.

At the same time, the girl in black also took out the three pieces of paper left by the young Taoist priest to Chen Pingan, looked at them carefully, and tried to figure out some clues. Unfortunately, she looked over them twice and still couldn't figure it out. She said in disappointment: "These words are really written without... taste."

She clearly remembered that on the long wall in her hometown, there were eighteen characters intermittently, all of which were carved with swords. Each character contained the majestic momentum of suppressing all monsters.

When she was a child, her biggest hobby was to stand among the strokes of those big characters and look up.

Therefore, the girl really looked down upon the town's four-character plaque "An angry bullfight."

The maid Zhigui turned around, quietly straightened her slender waist, folded her hands on her knees, trying her best to make herself more like a lady, faced the girl in black, smiled and said softly: "Hey, girl You are too careless."

Ning Yao couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?"

Zhigui groaned, touched his chest, pretending to be surprised, "Girl, you can speak our dialect."

Ning Yao asked again: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhigui pointed at the sword on the table, "Yours?"

Ning Yao frowned and said nothing.

The girl in black didn't say anything, and Zhigui didn't care. He stood up and walked to the corner. He looked at the bottles and jars on the wooden shelves and those worthless belongings. The maid looked at them very carefully.

When he was an apprentice kiln worker, Chen Ping'an traveled barefoot to all the mountains and rivers around the town. He went to the mountains to dig soil and cut firewood alone, and ran up and down the mountains very quickly. As long as others are willing to teach him something, whether it is basic or obscure, Chen Pingan will put in all his efforts to do it. As for how far he can achieve it in the end, Chen Pingan doesn't care, and of course he can't control it even if he wants to. Just like when Old Man Yao taught him the art of making porcelain, he always scratched his head and was never willing to come up with the real trick. But as long as Old Man Yao said it or did it, Chen Pingan would do it extremely seriously. Later, Liu Xianyang taught him how to make wooden bows, fishing rods, etc., and Chen Pingan also learned meticulously. Song Jixin, who is next door, always speaks harshly, saying that Chen Pingan's habit, according to the book, is called doing his best to obey fate. It's a pity that Chen Pingan doesn't have a good life at all. In this case, it is better to just wait for death. The jar can be broken.

Zhigui waved his hand and said with a bright smile: "Let's go, let's go, girl, take good care of yourself. If you need anything, just call me. My name is Zhigui, and I live in the yard next door."

Ning Yao's face was expressionless.

The maid left the house, walked to the courtyard, and muttered in a voice that could just be heard by the girl in black in the house: "It's not very good-looking."

Ning Yao also said softly, intentionally or unintentionally, "This name is really tacky."

When Zhigui closed the courtyard door, it made a loud bang with some force.

Ning Yao closed his mind again.

The visit of the strange girl made Ning Yao feel calm.

But she really doesn't like this town, especially the cultivators who come here to seek opportunities, scheming and fighting, saying that they are immortals and masters, just because they stand on the mountain, not how tall they are.

In the heart of the young girl Ning Yao, the avenue should not be so small.

After the straw-shoe boy walked out of Mud Bottle Alley, the sun was a little dazzling. He stretched out his right hand to cover his forehead and exhaled softly.

Then he started jogging with brisk steps. Even though he had walked through the streets and alleys many times, he was still not tired. After all, for a young man who was used to going up mountains and rivers, this distance was really not worth mentioning. He could really be called a The hard thing is to go up the mountain to burn charcoal. A dragon kiln needs to use 20,000 to 30,000 kilograms of charcoal every year. Especially on heavy rainy days, it is really a hardship to live on the mountain to chop firewood and burn charcoal. A young man once almost died in a kiln. Inside the charcoal kiln that collapsed during construction. Almost all the things that the young man has done in these years are physical work and some skills. But after he started, he relied purely on his strength to make a living. Therefore, the young man's appearance of being thin and frail is just an illusion. He has an inner feeling that has been tempered for many times. of vigor.

Chen Ping'an stopped at an intersection, leaned against the wall, squatted down, kept a fist in one hand, and tied up his straw sandals with the other.

At this moment, the young man's heart stopped.

I just miss my only friend in the town.

That guy once showed off to Chen Ping'an in a mysterious way, saying that his grandfather told a story that when his grandfather was a child, he saw someone standing by the stream, just jogging a few steps, and then jumped across the entire stream in one step. Later, Liu Xianyang and Chen Pingan went to try it on their own and chose the narrowest section of the stream. They stepped back and took off at the same time. As a result, Liu Xianyang, who was several years older than Chen Pingan, quickly fell into the water from exhaustion after jumping. I noticed a dark shadow above my head, and with a swish, I continued to move forward, and finally landed far away.

After that, Liu Xianyang never mentioned the immortal who crossed the stream in one step.

After that, Liu Xianyang knew that Chen Pingan would often go to the stream by himself, run, jump, soar, leap, and fall.

The boy got closer to the other side every time and never tired of it.

Once, he couldn't help but secretly watch from a distance. When Liu Xianyang saw the shocking scene, he felt that the swarthy boy at that time was different from the idiot in his impression.

When the boy flew over the stream, he was like a snake-catching eagle that often hovers in the sky of the town.